forever captured


Newsies Live Pt. 2

(photos swiped from the Instagram accounts of the cast IDK where they originally came from)


“(Lucien) waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He’d tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face…“

Rivals Title References

Over the past few weeks I’ve been re-reading umfb&mha to plan out obs&bh and I thought it would be interesting to write a list of all the times I’ve made a reference to the titles of either fic in the fics themselves. So for anyone who is interested here are all the times I could think of while doing a quick re-read (there may be more I’ve missed out but I think I’ve got most of them).

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IMAGINE : tom notices you've been stood up - so he takes matter into his own arms ⭕️ REQUESTS OPEN ⭕️

Tom was sat at the bar with a friend when he notice you walk in ; while you clothes said you belonged here your body language said different and he knew the feeling all to well . As an hour passed he watched you with every ticking minute while you watched your watch . Once it came to one hour and twenty minutes he left his friend and walked over to you . ➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ At first he stood near the pillar to your table and coughed to get your attention , with you (h/c) hair flicking over your head to reveal (e/c) eyes that captured tom forever . He smirked a little as he slipped on hand into his right pocket “ im your date ” he announced as his smirk turned into a gentle smile while you face came plastered with a frown “ but your not -? ” tom quickly interrupted you , not wanting you to go further on and risk the chance of getting to know the woman who had captured his mind in one look “well whoever it was meant to be lost out ” he took the seat and smiled “ hi I’m tom and since you walked into here I couldn’t look away , mind if I be your date ” he tried again , you couldn’t help but agree

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16: Afterglow

By @smoothdogsgirl:#16 “wait you’re what?” I hope 🤞 i got the instructions right. Also congrats 🎉🎈🍾🎊!!!!

Word Count: 922

A/N: I love Nine Lashes. Seriously, guys, check them out. There’s something just so full and open about their music. I didn’t even have to listen to this song over and over to capture the kind of feeling I wanted for this drabble because it’s basically ingrained in my head from all the times I’ve listened to it over the years. Plus, this is one of my favorite songs by them so… Also, doing this challenge has made me realize how much bittersweet music I have.

Song 16: Afterglow by Nine Lashes

“That one!” Your daughter pointed to a picture from the album that was open on your lap. “I wanna know that story.”

That ping of pain raced through your heart as it did every night when you put Rachel to bed and let her pick a picture of her father. Ever since Sam died, you made it a point to keep him alive in Rachel’s mind. Sure, he might be gone, but he would never be forgotten.

“That’s a good story. The time daddy and Uncle Dean got into a prank war.”

Rachel giggled softly and snuggled under your arm, already picturing the kinds of antics Sam and Dean could get into.

“It all started when daddy took Uncle Dean’s car into town and parked in a different parking spot when he came home. And you know how much your uncle loves his car, right?”

“More than I love kangaroos.”

You nodded at her sober answer. “More than you love kangaroos. So can you imagine what Uncle Dean did when he couldn’t find his car?”

Rachel thought about her answer long and hard. “Um… he cried?”

“A little bit,” you confided quietly. “But then he decided to get daddy back.”

You went on to describe the escalation of pranks, enjoying your daughter’s giggles and laughter, until you finally finished the story, fully explaining why Dean had a horrible spray tan and Sam’s hair was bright green while they were yelling at each other. Just after you snapped the picture, they turned their glares on you, but you showed them the picture and that was when they realized just how ridiculous they were being.

“One more story?” Rachel begged, watching you with wide, innocent, puppy-dog eyes. She must have inherited those eyes from her father, because you couldn’t say no.

“One more. Then it’s bed time.”

As she flipped through the pages of memories, you found yourself missing Sam so much more than you ever had before. He’d been gone for over a year, and moving on was still so far out of reach. It was like there was a giant, gaping whole inside of you. If it hadn’t been for Rachel in your life, you would have been lost with no idea what to do with your life.

“Mommy! You’re in this one!” Excitedly, Rachel pointed at a photo that Dean had taken.

Tears immediately sprang to your eyes when you saw the hesitant joy on Sam’s face, reflecting from the apprehension and uncertainty on yours. It was a tenderly real moment forever captured on film.

Wrapping your arms around your daughter, you kissed the top of her head and kept your eyes on the picture. “Daddy and I had been together for two years when that picture was taken…”

Nerves tangled with fear, wreaking havoc in your stomach. He looked so relaxed for the first time in months. This hunt had gone well and now he was gearing up for an entire week at home. The three of you had agreed that the world could survive seven days without the Winchesters.

But you weren’t sure you were going to survive the next seven hours with your secret.

“Smile, you two!” Dean held his phone out and snapped a picture just as you rolled your eyes. He grinned. “What? You’re rubbing off on me, Y/N. Gotta document every minute that we’re still alive.”

“We’re not doing anything right now, Dean,” Sam said, closing his eyes and leaning back against the cushions of the couch.

You couldn’t take it anymore. This doing nothing. You had to do something to distract yourself or you were just going to blurt it out and you definitely needed more time to get used to the idea before anyone else knew.

So you pushed off the couch and headed over to the DVD shelf. “How about we watch a movie? There’s Finding Nemo, Prometheus, Kingsman, Indiana Jones, I’m pregnant by the way, Megamind, The Book of Eli, Tex—“

“Wait,” Sam cut in, sitting straight up and staring at you. “You’re what?”

“I’m, um, I’m pregnant?”

That’s when Dean took the second picture. The one that Rachel was running her finger over, tracing Sam’s outline. Everything had changed in that moment. Sure, being pregnant brought about its own problems, especially in the hunter’s life. You and Sam had different ideas about how to parent. But having Rachel seemed to lock you and Sam in place. Everything had more meaning. Each touch and kiss. Each shared grin and teasing jokes.

Rachel looked up at you with wide eyes. “He was happy?”

“Of course he was happy, sweetie. How could he not be happy when we got such a perfect baby girl like you?”

“Do you think he misses me?”

“I know he misses you. He loved you so much, Rachel.”

“And he’s in Heaven, right?”

“Yes he is. Uncle Cas made sure of that.”

“Good,” Rachel nodded assuredly. “Because I’m going to Heaven when I die and I want to be with Daddy and you. We can be a family again!”

There was a lump in your throat as you stared down at your innocent little girl. You had so much love for her. “That’s a long ways away, sweetie.”

“I’ll remember him. And he’ll remember me. It doesn’t matter if it’s forever away. We’ll all be together in Heaven and there won’t be any crying and we’ll always be happy.” With another decisive nod, her mind was made up.

And something told you that your daughter was right.

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A Roadtrip | Pt. (1/2)

Originally posted by jeonify

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Words: 4.2k

Synopsis: The title says it all. Jungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy

A/N: Jungkook…. has got me feeling some type of ways, so I HAD to write this. I originally intended to post this as one whole scenario but that’d be too long I guess. Anyways, I promise that after I posting the next part of this story I will continue with The Four Elements lgkjaggalksjh. I just…. needed a way to get my feelings straight….. I’m a mess.

Pt. 2

You loved the feeling of the fresh summer breeze coming in contact with the soft skin on your face, the wind causing your hair to wave in the air, your eyes closed as you let the breeze calm you down.

Roadtrips were your favorite thing, and it became kind of your own tradition to do a city roadtrip every summer. You did not know exactly when it started, but every year around July, you found yourself driving in your cabriolet to random cities, enjoying every single unique element that each city in your country had, eventually taking pictures with your polaroid, the memories captured forever, just in one single picture.

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placesoftimeandspace  asked:

hc of Reaper, Sombra, and Zarya (separately) with an SO that squeaks when they sneeze. Requesting because I squeak.


  • He finds it adorable
    • Holding back the urge to coo at you
    • He’s got a reputation to uphold
  • He will brush tendrils of smoke against your nose
    • Hardly detectable
    • But they still make you sneeze


  • She pokes your nose
    • As soon as you sneeze
    • Telling you that it’s adorable
  • She won’t force you to sneeze
    • She’d rather it be a surprise
    • It’s cuter that way


  • She congratulates you
    • It’s not passive aggressive
    • She’s actually impressed
  • She finds it cute
    • The next time it happens she quickly records it
    • Capturing it forever

Season 6 Episode 17 Sneak Peek (from tvpromosdb)

Hook falls down a steep incline, gets caught be Lost Boys, gets saved by Tiger Lily… and then gets knocked out by Tiger Lily. This promises to be fun!!

You And I

anthony ramos x reader

prompt: being from new jersey, you always overlooked the shores that were always a convenient drive away. john never experienced this luxury before.

a/n: finally getting around to write about this cutie


Nothing could ruin this moment.

The sky was an array of pastel colors. Blue, orange, pink, purple, the list went on and on as the canvas before your eyes changed as time ticked by. The ocean breeze was gentle and smooth against your skin, the warmth of the air settling and making a calming and light ambience.

You and Anthony sat upon a blanket placed on top of the even sand that went on for miles, the tidal waves crashing upon the shore acting like white noise to the comfortable silence that surrounded you and your boyfriend.

His hand was in yours and your head was rested upon his shoulder. Both of your eyes were focused on the sun setting beneath the ocean that stretched on for what felt like forever, the glistening water capturing every last bit of your attention and keeping it hostage by its beauty.

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//my stomach hurts s o bad so i’m laying in bed writing while listening to music for the day :’)


- Prepare to have the shock of your life when he sneaks into the bathroom and starts to sing along with you.


- He knows ~

- Thinks it’s the cutest little thing? You sound like you’re having so much fun in there he wants to join!

- He usually showers before he goes to work and warms up his voice by singing anyways so he likes you to join him.

- Lowering his water bill and a duet with his angel? Perfection.


- He can’t help but listen because he’s never heard you sing before.

- Not as bold as Zen to just waltz right in, but when you come out he’ll bring it up.

- “You sound as if you had fun.”

- He chuckles a little with a smirk when he sees you blush because you’re just so cute? His heart just gets so warm when he discovers new things about you.

- He’ll tease you about it a little but it’s nothing too bad, just trying to get you flustered what an asshole


- He was playing games and had to take off his headset to make sure he really heard something, it kind of scared him at first because he thought you weren’t home, you must have come back when he was in a battle and focused.

- He just listens with a smile for a bit, the house was super small and walls were thin so he could hear you and couldn’t help but get a little red at the thought of you having a concert in there.

- He’ll hum along since he knows the lyrics!

- Doesn’t say anything when you come out but he’ll still be humming and then when you ask why he’s singing that certain song he’ll just say he heard it floating around ~


- Once he hears you here comes the phone ready to capture this forever

- Recording you from the other side of the door so he can keep this to himself you’re so adorable aw

- Scares the living SHIT out of you when he practically busts open the door and screams



- no you’re going to have to let him in with you he won’t allow you to have the spotlight



- he absolutely loves it like?? it makes him feel so warm because that’s just so adorable of you

- Won’t come in, he wants to respect your privacy but he’ll be waiting for you when you come out with a little smile on his face.

- Says you should become a singer, you have a lovely voice.

- But he’ll just settle on you becoming his own little private singer. He’s fine with hogging all your talent to himself ~


- He gets upset that you’re taking up all the hot water and when he comes to tell you to hurry up he hears you singing and bOOM there goes his heart

- He’s never heard you sing before so it’s nice.

- He’ll wait for you to come out and you know he heard because of his little smirk

- Has to take a cold shower but that’s okay, he’ll have to join you next time.

how can I live without you (when it makes me feel as if I lost a part of myself)

aka First time you and Cassian are separated for 5 months

Originally posted by wynonasrider




Cassian x Reader

Words: 2389

Series Summary: Cassian and Reader Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight, first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too depressing)

Time Cassian and Reader have known each other: 1 year

Chapter: 9/20

Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))

Author’s notes: Being away from someone you love is shitty. Like really shitty. Also I think I read this like 7 times today so I may have missed a spelling mistake or grammar or something so feel free to point it out. But I hope you enjoy!

A five-month mission.

You still couldn’t believe it.

Ever since you had left you had felt off.

You wanted to message Cassian, but you weren’t allowed to. Communication had been forbidden during this mission.

You had always hated missions like this. Ever since you had trained new rebels to do your job, they had been taking all your easier missions. You didn’t mind at first, because those missions had always been slightly boring and unadventurous. However, once you realized that stuck you with all the insanely long and difficult missions, you were begging for the boring ones. 

But you weren’t given them.

Instead you were given a five month long undercover mission.

You’d only ever been undercover once. And it hadn’t turned out too well. So you were surprised when Draven sent you and not one of his intelligence agents.

You were sent to infiltrate an imperial military base to find another undercover agent. She had been undercover in the empire for three years. The rebellion needed her out, but had no way of communicating with her.

So you were sent. You would find her. You would get her out. You would bring her home.

Cassian planned to tell you how he felt when he arrived back at base.

He knew that he had taken long enough and he was ready to be yours. He had been planning and planning. He had even made a list of all the different ways he could ask you out. He’d shoved it in his drawer before he left. He didn’t want you to accidentally find it especially since you lived together now.

As he left his ship he didn’t see you. That was weird. You were always there waiting for him. So where were you?

Maybe you were in a meeting and couldn’t get out? Maybe you had fallen asleep? Maybe? Maybe?

He arrived at your room only to find it cold and stale. Half your things were missing. He knew something was up. However, before he could begin searching, there was a knock at the door.

It was Mila, one of your trainees from months ago. She had graduated your number one student and was now one of the best bounty hunters.

She looked solemn.

And Cassian knew.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“On a mission.”

Cassian relaxed. But Mila didn’t. He grew worried.

“Is something wrong? It’s just a mission?” Cassian questioned his brows furrowed.

“No, you don’t understand Y/N is on a long mission. An undercover mission. A “not going to be back for another five months” mission. Maybe even more. We’re not exactly sure. We had no information. We still don’t have information. Y/N went in blind.”

Cassian’s heart dropped. Five months. He quickly thanked Mila, bid her a goodnight and all but shoved her out the door. She nodded in understanding.

Cassian shut the door. He felt empty. The room felt wrong. Part of him didn’t even want to stay there. However, he knew without a part of you he would go crazy. Your room was all he had left of you right now. 

Before he realized it he had picked up his comlink and clicked on your name. It rang. And rang. And rang. But it didn’t connect.

He was just about to hang up when he heard a faint ringing in the room. He began to tear everything apart until he found your comlink buried in the blankets.

He couldn’t message you. Even if he could…. what would he even say.

You missed Cassian.

You missed his smile. His eyes. His laughter. His hugs. The way he would cuddle you close at night. The way he would grab your hand when walking down the hall, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The way he would make you laugh until your chest hurt. The way he would look at you.

You just missed him. You weren’t used to being alone anymore.

All you had to remind yourself of him were a few shirts you had stolen out of his drawer before you left.

Almost three months into your mission you were finally able to successfully infiltrate the Empire as a politician from a far off planet.

You had been looking for a sign of the undercover rebel, but you couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. All you knew was that she was female. Draven hadn’t given you her name, her picture or even her undercover job. You were flying in blind.

One day you were walking through the imperial base and accidentally bumped into a woman. When you looked into her eyes you just knew. It was her.

She reminded you of how yourself. How you had been before. Before you met Cassian.

She looked broken, but still resilient.

You mumbled an apology quickly followed by the contact code Draven had given you. The woman shot back against the wall as if she had been shocked.

You threw up your hands and she looked at you for a moment before relaxing immediately.

You quickly moved her out of the public hallway and into a side room.

“You’re going to get me out of here?”

You nodded and she smiled. 

You both knew it was going to be a while until you were able to get out. It wouldn’t easy to leave. It would take careful planning. And if anything went wrong you could end up leading the Empire back to your base.

But you both had hope. Hope you would get home in one piece.

You and Nei, your fellow rebel, began to hang out in public places. You knew it would be weird to be seen with her every single day so you staggered your meetings. You had to act as new friends would. After a few weeks you were certain that nobody would suspect anything so you and Nei became roommates.

You also became quick friends.

At first, even though you and Nei seemed to bond fairly quickly over plans of your escape, you didn’t share anything too personal. You were both still cautious around each other, because you were strangers. 

It wasn’t until a few weeks into living together that you shared something private.

“You really love them, don’t you?”

Your head snapped up and you shoved the picture you had been looking at under your pillow, “Love whom? What? I don’t love anybody. There’s no one. Nope. Nada. No one.”

Nei laughed stretching her hand out towards you, wiggling her fingers, “Y/N we have been rooming together for weeks. You look at that picture every night. It has to be someone you love. Trust me. I know what love looks like. I can see it in your eyes. You love them. So gimme. I want to see.“

“I do.” You said softly, “I love him.” You said out loud for the first time, your heart sinking slightly, thinking about how much you missed him. 

Nei nodded in satisfaction, “Tell me about him.”

You blushed grabbing the picture from underneath the pillow and looking down at it once more before handing it to her.

The picture was of Cassian. One of your favorite pictures of him. It had been a normal day. Cassian had been sitting next to your ship waiting for you to finish up your work. He was sprawled out against a crate wearing the crochet hat you had made him. It was ugly. But he loved it. You don’t remember what you had said to him. But it made him laugh. He looked so carefree and happy in the moment that you wanted to capture it forever. So you did.

Nei smiled slightly and looked up expectantly at you.

“He’s my best friend. He’s wonderful. So pure and passionate. He cares so deeply and loves like no other. He pulled me out of the darkness when we met. I was in such a bad place and he helped me find my strength. I don’t know what I would do without him. He’s my everything.”

“But you haven’t told him.”

You shook your head, “How could I? If he doesn’t like me back I could ruin everything. Even if he does like me, do I really want to risk adding romance to our relationship?”

Nei snorted handing the picture back to you, “But see that’s the thing. There’s already romance in your relationship. You just haven’t talked about it yet. You love him and it’s positively clear he loves you back.”

“I’m not so sure. “

 It wasn’t until a few weeks later that you actually believed her.

You had slowly been making your way through Cassian’s clothes. You couldn’t sleep well without them. It wasn’t as good as having the actual Cassian, but it was better than nothing.

But that night when you reached into your bag to grab one of his shirts something fell out of it. You quickly put the shirt on and reached down to grab whatever had dropped.

A piece of paper?

What was that doing in Cassian’s shirt?

You unfolded the papers and froze.

Your eyes scanned back and forth 10 times.

“What have you got there?”

You jumped, dropping the paper. Nei reached down and grabbed it. You let out a squeak and tried to take it back, but she held it out of your reach.

She pulled it close to her face, her eyes squinting.

“AHA! I knew it! I told you. I’m a genius! I call being in your wedding!”

Cassian was sitting in his workshop trying to figure out what had been on the list of plans he had written for asking you out. He swore he had put it in his drawer, but he couldn’t find it anywhere.

However, if he wanted to ask you when you got back he had to start brainstorming again.

Cassian’s List of Ways to Profess his Love to Y/N

1. Put something in Y/N’s favorite cake (the probability of Y/N eating and/or choking on the note would be above 90% -Kay)

2. Scavenger hunt around the base…. without anyone finding out?

3. Buying Y/N’s favorite book and writing posting a note on the inside cover

4. Baking Y/N a pizza (Cassian last time you tried to bake you set fire to the base’s kitchen –Kay)

5. Decorating the inside of Y/N’s ship somewhere to set up a nice dinner (Y/N’s ship isn’t even here –Kay)

6. Singing Y/N a cheesy song that I wrote (with help from the droids singing backup)

7. Just tell Y/N you idiot -Mila

As Cassian reread his list his brows furrowed at number 7. He didn’t write that.

“So when are you professing your love to Y/N?”

Cassian jumped whacking his head against the wall, “Fuck Mila. Shouldn’t you be writing a mission report? ”

Language! And hey don’t change the subject. Answer my question.” 

Cassian shrugged trying to hide the paper before Mila could see it, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mila sighed loudly dropping down to sit beside Cassian, “Cassian. I literally saw you writing your list. I wrote on your list. Y/N. Love. Professing. Do it. Now.”

Your mission was finally over.

You and Nei were able to get back to Yavin 4 in one piece. It hadn’t been easy and you had to fight your way out, but you were finally home.

The second you landed you were out of your ship and racing to your room, leaving Nei behind, who was screaming, “good luck!.

As you reached your door you realized too late that you didn’t have your access card.

So you did the only thing you could think of. You started banging loudly on the door.

No answer.

You started kicking it letting out a frustrated groan. 

Still no answer.

Where the fuck was he?

It was four in the morning. He had to be there. He wasn’t on another mission. You had checked. He had to be there.

You slammed your fist into the door one more time and turned ready to go search the rest of the base, when you heard the groan of the door opening.

And there stood a perfect, yet exhausted looking Cassian. You could tell you had woken him up. His hair was ruffled. He was aggressively rubbing his hand across his face. And he looked grumpy as fuck.

He was also only wearing pajama pants and you weren’t able to pull your gaze away from his chest until you heard his voice.

“What the fuck? Someone better be dying.”

“Well. Not dying. But I mean I have a pretty important question to answer. If you’d only do the asking part?”

Cassian’s head shot up his eyes blinking hard. You stood there silently watching him try to piece together that you were actually there.

“Y/N? You’re here?! When did you get back? Are you alright? Why are you covered in blood?!” His voice cracked.

You glanced down at yourself in surprise. You had wanted to see him so bad that you hadn’t even bothered to clean up first.

As you opened your mouth to reply his eyes shot down to the piece of paper you had crumpled in your hand. And it finally hit him what you had initially said. You had his paper. The paper he had been using to try and ask you out.

“Oh. Oh.” He took a step forward, “So does that mean you have an answer for me?”

You rocked back on your heels, blushing slightly, “Don’t you have something to ask me first?”

Cassian beamed running a hand nervously through his hair, “Y/N, will you-“

But before he could even finish the question you shot forward knocking the breath out of him.

You arms were tight around his chest and you buried your face into his neck.


You squeezed him a little tighter and then tried to pull back, only to have Cassian’s arms tighten around you. You chuckled shoving him back a little. Your hands reached out to touch his chest feeling his racing heartbeat. One hand slowly rose up until it was cupping his face. You brushed your thumb across his cheek and he sighed.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something your other hand shot up grabbing his hair and pulling his face to yours.

The second your lips touched his, you felt complete.


Tagged: @ly–canthrope @misswinchester221b @heyjess-marie

Next up: I knew the second I saw you (that you were meant to be mine) aka First official asking out


No. She’s not the type of girl that will easily stand out. Not to say that she isn’t pretty, she’s beautiful in fact, physically, her friends and family will agree she is pretty and charming too; in a crowd of people, however, your sight simply may not be drawn to her. She holds another kind of beauty: the kind that she will grant only to those whom she has chosen. This type of beauty is found in the way she opens up her mind to reveal the endless thoughts in which she spends her daydreams marveling at the possibilities. It’s how she will grant you the intense amusement you will feel as she demonstrates her variety of natural and passionate talents. Or how, even after spending a night full of rivers running down her cheeks with a thunderstorm in her head, she is still capable of speaking endlessly about the wonders the world holds almost as though she were looking right at them. The way her world is filled with color will undoubtedly spill on over to you, and you will have no choice but to adore every single drop. She can be quite intense, but if you happen to stick around long after she thought you would have gone, you just might be able to capture her in ways she never expected. She will illuminate your universe in places you didn’t realize needed illumination. Her insanity will challenge you with much excitement. Nothing you do or say will be too much for her in fact, she will decorate every one of your thoughts and feelings and sculpt them into masterpieces that will be locked into her heart. She may not easily stand out at first, but once you get to know her, you’ll beat yourself up for not seeing her from the beginning, and if she loves you too, hold on to her because people like her give their love only to the rarest of souls.
—  Anonymous

Love is an absolute
Which is why I have such a hard time
Saying it.
It’s not that I don’t know the emotion,
The true feeling,
The ability to say it
Or feel it,
I just don’t choose to use it
Until you know it’s absolute.

Love is the music
Burning in my soul
As it stretches its arms
Out into the world
Elating, inflating, shaking, gyrating,
Movement is absolute
Rhythm you can’t control.

Love is the moment
Captured in sight
Whether painting these pictures
Snapping a memory
Forever in time
Filtering, capturing, cropping
Your all seeing eye is absolute
What you’ve captured, forever.

Love is the words spilled
Upon pages and screens
Describing emotions
Never strong enough to be seen
Dying, bleeding, living, breathing
Everything spilling is absolute
Power of hearts
From mind to words

But you, I can’t tell you
Why I can’t say
That I love you, I need you,
I live for you, my sweet
You’ve heard it before
You won’t hear it from me
Not because you don’t love me
Nor deserve them be said
It’s too early now
Too late in the day
For this moment is to
Conclude in absolute
Absolutely, totally, completely,
I wish I could find the right word.

-H. Murcia 6:57PM 2/26/2017

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Jamie takes Claire on a whirlwind vacation and at the end he proposes

i had so much fun writing this! i truly hope it satisfies your needs, my dearest! thanks for your prompt. 💛

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Safe Places

I saw a post someone made with an au of Jughead staying under the stairs in Betty’s house and this sprung to mind, enjoy!

Jughead had always considered closets his safe space. When his dad would get a little too drunk and enter into a one way screaming match with his mom he’d grab Jellybean and take her into the closet under the stairs, making sure she dragged a few of her dolls along with them so they could play. Or rather she’d play and he would try and focus every fibre of his being on watching his little sister’s content smile as she made Princess Polly have conversations with Beary Bear. The cupboard was sturdy - more accurately, the closet muffled the sounds of the outside world. He could play pretend like Jellybean, the screams were far away, the smashing glass was the wind chimes on the front porch, the slamming doors were quiet knocks of lazy branches against wood panels of their house. He was somewhere far, far away.

The drive-in was like his closet. Four walls, small, dark, compact. It cocooned him in the musty smell of old tape reels and dust-laden shelves. It contained the comforting glow of the projector light as the only sounds he heard were the voices of decades gone by, captured forever in time on the silver screen. 

It was this closet that was the first to come tumbling down. 

“Where are you gonna live now?”

“I’ll figure it out, Dad, I always do.”

He chose the closet under the stairs as opposed to the slightly more comfortable couch in The Blue and Gold office because he was seeking safety, that feeling of protection that only came with the enclosed space, shrouding him in soundproofed familiarity. It was a portal taking him back home, albeit not to the happiest time in his life but it was all he could get, the closest to some inkling of security. 

Only this time it wasn’t the same. Every creak, every click, had adrenaline trickling through his veins, a constant unwanted high. He felt exposed behind the unlocked door, knowing that one wrong move could leave him bare to relentless mocking and torture. The dark circles under his eyes deepened as he awoke ten times a night, heart thudding, shirt drenched with sweat, hand already reaching to hold the door closed. 

“Are you alright, Juggie?” Betty had asked quietly one day at lunch, running cool, delicate fingers across his pallid cheek. He sighed, closing his eyes for one delicious second, leaning into her touch for just the briefest of moments, basking in his indulgence that was Betty Cooper. 

“Just tired, Betts,” he whispered when he finally managed to open his eyes, sight unfocused as he forced himself back from the brink of sleep. 

“Home stuff?” she questioned, worry lacing her tone. He let out a humourless huff, not meeting her eyes. 

“Yeah, home stuff,” he repeated. The crease between her eyebrows only deepened as she held his hand a little tighter beneath the table. 

He hadn’t meant to tell her, he was just so tired he couldn’t make his mouth stop the words before they were out, hanging between them, weighing heavily on the air. She sucked in a breath, eyes watering, hand flying to cover her mouth as the first tears fell. 

“Oh, Jughead.” He averted his eyes, taking a sharp breath in through his nose and blinking fast. “How long?” she spoke, her voice barely audible over the thrumming in his ears. 

“Well, since they shut down the drive-in - that’s where I was staying before,” he told her, voice thick with unshed tears. He didn’t stop her when she pulled him into her embrace, resting his head in the warm crook of her neck, hands carding blissfully through his hair as he no longer fought to stay awake, lulled by her gentle rocking. 

“I’m so sorry, Jug. It’s awful and I’d have it any other way if it weren’t for my parents-” he cut off her worries with a soft kiss to her forehead, trying to get her teeth to release her bottom lip before it was chewed beyond repair. They were one of his favourite things, he would rather they not get broken.

“It’s more than enough, Betts. I… I kind of like closets,” he laughed, eyes cast downwards as he swung gently on the door handle. He looked up at her from underneath his eyelashes, suddenly shy in the silence that settled over them. He saw her eyes dart across his features, checking his face for telltale signs, of what he didn’t know. When she seemed satisfied she nodded curtly, letting her eyes shift to cast one last disapproving glance at the closet under the Cooper’s basement stairs. She’d tried to make it as inviting as possible, piling most of her vast collection of cushions and blankets, even fishing out her old pink nightlight that give a slightly out of place seductive glow in the small intimate space. 

“Ok, well we should probably get some sleep. Goodnight, Juggie,” she murmured, leaning up on her toes expectantly. He gladly leaned towards her, covering her smooth lips with his own in a sweet kiss, something he’d never tire of. 

“Night, Betts.” He watched her climb the stairs, glancing back at him once, twice, before she rounded the corner and was gone for the night. He sighed, turning to face his new residence, certain that this home - the home made for him by Betty Cooper - would bring back with it some of his shaken security.

“I can’t believe you went there alone, Jughead!” Betty yelled as they stood outside her house, rain beating down and soaking them both. Jughead didn’t notice. 

“I had to, they know something, Betts. Something they’re not telling us!” he fired back, pleading with her to understand. “And I had to do it alone, it was too risky-”

“If it was too risky for me then it was too risky for you! I don’t care who your dad is, Jug, the Serpents are dangerous, and they wouldn’t think twice before hurting you if you got too close,” she spat, wiping away the water that was dripping into her eyes. 

“But they didn’t, it’s fine!”

“It’s not fine!”

“I don’t understand what the big deal is!”

“I could have lost you!” she screamed, arms flailing as she tried to make him see, to understand what he was doing to her. He’d never had someone like her before, someone he needed to confide his every thought in, his every movement. It terrified him.

“I can take care of myself, Betts,” he mumbled, eyes turned towards the pavement. They stood for a beat, only the sound of the pouring rain breaking the loaded silence. 

“Well, I guess that’s that then. You know where the basement door is. Goodnight, Jughead.” She spun, without another word, flying up the porch steps and into the house. Her curt tone unsettled him, stomach churning uneasily as he stood, rooted to the spot a while longer. 

“Damn it.” If it weren’t for the weather he wouldn’t have gone inside, choosing instead to wander aimlessly, maybe make the trek to Pop’s where he’d sit, refills of coffee passing the time as the sky turned from black to orange, sleepless once again. But the wind was picking up now and he trudged, dejectedly, down the steps to his closet.

The fever may have been from the rain but Jughead was sure it was something else. He tossed and turned under the blankets, legs tangling and chest heaving. He couldn’t breathe. The confines of the closet felt too small, too tight, closing in on him until he was gasping for air. He’d dialled before he could think, black spots in his vision threatening to engulf him at any second. 

“What?” Her voice was hurt. 

“Betts… Betty… I can’t… I-” he couldn’t get the words out between struggling breaths, lungs too tight to take in any more air.

“Juggie?” her tone changed in an instant, panic rising in her voice. “Jughead what’s wrong? I’m coming down, just hold on.” He couldn’t form words through numb lips, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to make the world stop spinning. He was vaguely aware of the door opening, her hands on his forehead, cheeks, arms, whispering his name as she tugged him gently out of the closet and into the open space of the basement. 

“I’m here, Juggie, it’s ok,” she cooed, pulling him towards her, gripping back with equal ferocity as he clung to her, his lifeline. “Just listen to my voice, breathe with me, alright?” She pulled his head to her chest, resting his ear against her heartbeat. “In and out, Jug, you can do it.”

He didn’t know how long they sat here, her pulling him back from the edge as his breathing returned to its usual pace with her guidance. 

“You’re frozen,” she whispered into his hair, hands rubbing up and down his bare arms. “Come on, can you make it up the stairs?”

“What about your parents?” His voice was raspy, unfamiliar to even his own ears. 

“I’ll worry about them later,” she soothed, helping him to shaky legs and leading him to her room. 

They lay, facing each other, him counting how many times she blinked, her memorising every single detail of his face, legs tangled, fingers locked tightly together between them. 

“I’m sorry.” The words drifted through the peaceful quiet they’d made for themselves in Betty’s darkened room. 

“No, Jughead. Don’t ever be sorry,” she whispered, thumb coming up to brush his cheek, to run lightly over his lips. “Just be here.”

He sighed, closing his eyes under her touch, knowing that when he woke up she’d still be there, forever his safe place.