I just need to find me a girl that loves women’s soccer as much as I do so we can go to games together and connect over the players that we love. Any takers? Also side note: I’m planning on going to a Portland Thorns game at some point this season so if anyone wants to tag along with me, hit me up because I’m looking to take someone with me.
How do you think the cresswell proposal would go down?
I’ve been thinking long and hard about this one because y’all know how dear Cresswell is to my heart. And as a result, this thing turned into more of a novel than a headcanon. My apologies, anon! #sorrynotsorry
As we all know, location is one of the most vital elements in planning a proposal. Thorne struggled with trying to pick a place that struck the right balance of emotional significance and romantic quality for AGES!
“I can’t propose where we first met because it’s a heap of rusty metal in the Sahara.”
“I mean, I guess I could propose on the roof where we had our first kiss…but we also almost died there.”
In the end, Thorne decides that there’s really only one place that makes sense: the Rampion itself.
Every room in that ship is full of good memories for them. The galley, which makes Thorne think of the smudges of flour Cress gets on her face when she tries to bake and the way her nose crinkles when she laughs after he points them out. The cockpit, where Cress always claims the copilot’s seat and gasps over the view whenever they dock in a new city. Etc.
Not only does it loom large in their history, but it’s where they’ve built their present lives. And where Thorne hopes they’ll build their future together.
And then of course, there’s the business of the ring.
Thorne is a very particular shopper under normal circumstances, so you can imagine how picky he was about something as important as a ring for Cress.
“Hmm. And how many carats is it, again? Yeah, I’m gonna need something a little bigger.”
“No, that isn’t the cut she likes. It HAS to be a rose cut.”
Every jeweler he visits is pretty much ready to kick him out by the time he leaves because he’s just. So. PICKY!
By the time he does finally settle on a ring, both Wolf and Kai have accused him of stalling, but in the end, it’s worth the wait because Cress absolutely adores the ring he presented her with. It’s gorgeous, but not too gaudy. Elegant, but not plain.
And Thorne bought it with honest money he earned and saved all because of Cress. That makes it all the more meaningful for both of them
And once all that was settled, well…Thorne had no excuses left for his stalling (”For the last time, Cinder, I am not ‘stalling’—I’m making sure everything is PERFECT. There’s a difference!”).
One warm spring day—because spring is Cress’s favorite—Thorne took Cress on what he announced was going to be the best date they’d ever had.
Cress was not terribly impressed by that since he says that before every date they go on, but she giggled all the same.
Cress was impressed by that since she knows how Thorne feels about heights.
Following the balloon ride, they went to a beautiful little outdoor cafe for dinner, where they could watch the sunset and Cress could scoot her chair around the table to cuddle against Thorne if the spring air started to get too chilly once the sun went down.
It was not until they started the slow, lazy stroll back to where the Rampion was docked that Thorne began to get really, truly nervous.
He had prepared a speech—as he always does for important occasions—but every time he tried to recall the words, all he could think about was the way Cress’s hand felt nestled in his. And what it would feel like if there was a ring on it.
They arrived back at the Rampion long before Thorne was ready, but he paused at the end of the gangplank all the same.
They often did that at the end of their dates, pausing before they went inside to lean into each other and stare up at the stars swirling overhead.
That’s why Cress didn’t think anything of it, until Thorne made a strangled noise that sounded like he’d swallowed his tongue and then launched into the most nervous, disjointed speech she’d heard from him since that day in Artemisia when he’d asked her to join his crew.
And then suddenly, he was sliding down onto one knee and there was a ring in his hand and the words “will you marry me?” came stumbling out of his mouth.
Cress let out a resounding “yes!” without even pausing to think about it because she’d known for some time that that was what she was going to say when he worked up the courage to ask.
Her heart felt like it was going to burst as Thorne slid the ring onto her finger with shaky hands, and Cress launched herself at him to throw her arms around him.
It was a difficult for Thorne to stand back up with his arms full of very happy Cress, but he managed, grinning like an idiot all the while.
And once he did, he dipped Cress in the most passionate, swoon-worthy kiss they’d shared since that day on the roof of the New Beijing palace. But this one was even better because neither one of them had ever been so happy as they were right then, kissing under the stars.
Guys, I never expected in a million years, not only so much Cresswell in W&N, but SO MANY SHIPPER SCENES. And every single one was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing! Just when I thought I couldn’t love Cresswell more:
- Cress calling Thorne “Carswell”. ^.^
- Thorne asking if Cress could use her hacking skills to his advantage at one point, and she goes, “I could. But I won’t.” and being all smug about it. Like, Cress wouldn’t do anything illegal just to please Thorne but Thorne isn’t even surprised. I’m sure similar scenes have already occurred before. I don’t know I just loved the whole panel.
- Them bantering about going to the gala. They are so cute and all sorts of adorable. I’m sure they couldn’t be cuter and more adorable if they tried. And it just shows how they interact in their relationship. I NEEDED THIS!!!
- The whole escort droid scene. Thorne going for the one that looks like Cress (because it’s modeled after her) and then totally falls in love … with the one that looks like him, haha. :D
- And seriously, can we talk about how Thorne looks when he thinks he angered Cress by suggesting going with “Cress”-bot instead? Cress is not a timid girl who can’t speak her mind. And Thorne is not the one who holds the power in the relationship. This is their post-“Winter” relationship and we got to see it!!!
- Thorne being all sorts of worried when Cress gets sick and takes care of her!!! THORNE - THE GUY WHO ONLY EVER LOOKED OUT FOR HIMSELF - TAKING CARE OF HIS GIRLFRIEND AND BEING ALL SORTS OF SWEET! *cries rainbow tears of joy* He prepared food “made with an extra helping of LOVE”! Like, this sentence is there and in black and white forever. I’m a hardcore Cresswell shipper and even I almost couldn’t handle the feels. *cries some more*
- Also, my poor pumpkin, always being sick. :( I mean it makes sense but still. But look at Thorne being all reassuring (“We still have our whole lives for me to show you the world”). Seriously, if any Cresswell shipper had been there with me, this would have been me:
I’m so sorry but I would have just screeched into your ears for hours, then cried and hugged you. Guys, our babies! Am I hallucinating? I was seriously scared to wake up and all of it was just an amazing dream BUT IT’S NOT!!!
- And then Thorne still goes on to say that “all the phlegm and mucus in the world couldn’t make [her] any less beautiful”!!!! *incoherent sounds*
- Thorne’s speech when he receives the medal and publicly announces what Cress means to him. “This medal is for you, Cress”. I don’t care anymore, I’m just screeching and fangirling but I think I deserve it. It’s like Marissa came down from some angel-rainbow-sunshine-island, floated to Earth just to give her loyal Cresswell shippers W&N, with harp music and a floaty dress. And she goes, “I’ve seen what you’ve been doing. The fanfics, the fanart, the headcanons. Yes, you and @lovelunarchron, and @regolithheart, and @shanlightyear and @nothingtoseehere-move-along (and I know I forgot tons of people so don’t be mad) but here, this is for you. You gave Cresswell life and now, Cresswell will give you life in return.” I mean the plan backfired, because now I’m dead instead, but I appreciate the sentiment. :P
- Thorne being worried, even frantic when he thinks something happened to Cress. “If you hurt her, I will skin you alive.” I live for this kinda Thorne who is so open and shows every raw emotion! *swoon*
- And then it’s Cress who saves the day because of course she does! Who would ever expect anything else? ^.^ And she’s so smart and Thorne likes his girls smart, we know that, we’ve seen it in CGTBL, so of course he has to kiss her (and she’s WEARING HIS SHIRT!). And give her his medal for “bravery and extraordinary heroism”. Guys, just bury me with these panels.
I’m now in happy Cresswell-shipper-fangirl heaven. I had one one-shot planned that would take place during the same time as W&N and while it’s not canon-compatible, I can still try to work in snippets and hints of what we see about their relationship. I’m so happy right now. My babies. ^.^
rowling, tiffany, and thorne:
we're going to spend an entire book leading you with a gay couple then haha whoops they're straight and hey here's black hermione such #diversity i know
here's this one canon gay couple who im gonna send away for an entire book and focus on this incest plot line but wait here's another gay couple oh wait im breaking them up forever haha how'd that happen
holy fUCk guys heres a new book series that revolves around a bisexual guy whose son is also very Gay and in a healthy relationship and here's ANOTHER series with a Muslim warrior and a deaf kid and if that wasn't enough only 3/7 main characters in THIS series are white and did i mention that like all these characters are ADHD/dsylexic its rad
warning!: the readers story line is thickening and it can be triggering as mentions of self harm, depression and suicide will be laced within these next few parts so i wanted to let you know so you’re reading at your own risk. im here for additional support if you need it my nugs.
a/n: ive decided to write this along with the episodes so apologies in advance for the timeline partially being messed with!! the next few parts will be longer as im trying to squeeze two episodes into each in order to catch up with the latest episodes!! i hope you enjoy this part as much as i do💜
and a special shout out to @natalieroseg for always sending me a message after i post a new part and constantly showering me with love and admiration for this series. readers like you that always give me feedback are why i love writing so much!! don’t be shy my loves leave me a question or some feedback in my ask box🌈🌈
“i can’t believe dad grounded me” i mumble to my brother as i adjust his tie.
“sorry about that” he apologies looking down to me as I finish up stepping back and taking in my brothers funeral attire, i tried to convince him to wear a suit jacket but he insisted that he wore his letterman jacket
“it’s fine arch, im not mad at you” i turn to face the mirror straightening out my black dress.
today was the day of jason blossoms funeral and the blossoms took it apon themselves to invite the entire town, maybe hoping jasons murderer would reveal them selves by attending.
there was no way i wanted to go, it was being held in the blossoms thorn hill mansion and just the look of that place gives me the creeps and thats not even talking about the people who vacate it
i never wanted to take a step in thorn hill every again after the party and the incident with jason. not that i was alone everyone hated going to thorn hill, it was straight up creepy
but i knew that if i didn’t go then it’d give the blossoms a reason to begin a revenge plot, already dropping murder charges on me, simply because if you don’t show up to one of these events when your invited it’s pretty damn shady.
i slip on my shoes and fix up the final bits of my hair and makeup when the door bell chimes downstairs. my brother moves off my bed and down the steps to answering whomever was at the door
i stand in front of the mirror staring blankly at my reflection barley recognising myself anymore.
“i look like a bloody sack of potatoes" i moan as my brother enters back into my room.
“not from where im standing you don't” i spin around catching myself off guard at the new voice
i come face to face with jughead, in a freaking suit. i have to stop myself from drooling as my knees feel like they’re about to give way. he looked adorable and extremely hot at the same time, if that’s even possible
“i-um where’s arch?” he shrugs “he let me in and then disappeared think he said something about going to the school to grab something”
i nod facing the mirror again watching as jughead she eyes drop checking me out “thanks by the way- even if you are lying it’s still nice of you” i mumble fiddling with the ends of my hair.
“it’s s'okay, i wasn’t lying- you look” he pauses shoving his hands into his pockets slightly revealing the suspenders hiding behind his suit jacket. god you had a weakness for his suspenders.
“you look beautiful” he talks to the ground before looking back up to you a smile playing on his lips.
you walk over to the boy playing with his tie, his hot breathe tickling your neck “you don’t look to bad yourself jones” i tease
he places his hands softly on my waist “it was the best i could do” he confesses pressing his forehead against my own. you sigh and bring your hands up to cup his cheeks.
“it’s more than enough” i lean forward and connect our lips in a soft sweet kiss pulling back and placing a quick peck to his cheek “c'mon let’s go we can’t be late”
we begin our journey over to thorn hill making sure to detach our joint hands as we neared the gates, he sighed at the action looking to me then back to the ground
“i-” he stops,sighing once more. like he’s trying to find the words to explain to me why he did it.
i stop, sliding my hand up his arm pulling him toward me “jug it’s fine okay?” i reassure glancing into his eyes.
“i was just worried. that well, you’ll be upset if i didn’t want to tell anyone about this” he looks down guilty refusing to make eye contact.
“we- we don’t know what this is yet okay? it’s okay i know. let’s just keep it between us?”
relief fills his features “im sorry (y/n)” i shake my head stepping closer to him “jughead jones i promise you im okay, im a big girl” he chuckles softly glancing up into my eyes.
“i know i just don’t want to hurt you” he admits “then don’t” i state simply pressing my lips against his own briefly before walking away from the boy and through the iron gates.
“god i hate this place” i mutter walking toward the enterance where I spot penelope and hermione talking to each other.
i approach the raven haired lady as she pulls away from the blossom woman “lodge” i call out catching her attention as she opens her arms pulling me into a warm embrace.
“hello (y/n) sweetie! and to you to jughead, you both look great” i smile blushing “thank you hermione, we better get inside everyone’s waiting for us” she smiles biding us farewell as the two of us enter the house of horrors
i spot betty and the others sitting toward the back of the room grabbing jughead arms to guide him “hey!” i whisper sitting next to veronica & kevin, leaving jughead to sit next to betty.
“how’d it go last night?” i ask veronica as i give a small smile to the boy next to me searching the room for my red headed brother.
“yeah it was um interesting to say the least” she inhales sharply fixing her necklace before setting herself forward as the crowd settles into their seats the service about to commence
i finally spot my brother moving toward the blossom woman jason’s football jersey in hand, i narrow my eyes as they endure a short conversation before he hands over the article of clothing and sits down directly in front of me
“what was that all about?” i mumble leaning forward and he just shakes his head “ill fill you in later yeah?” you roll your eyes leaning back into your seat as the music begins
“and may the odds be ever in your favour” i mumble
“why didn’t you tell me you were offered captain?” i nag my brother as we slide into our usual lunch spot, jughead giving me a soft smile as i sit down next to him
“look it doesn’t really matter-i want to focus on music and i gave it up to reggie anyways”
“really?! the coach gave extra praise to the kid that calls himself mantle the magnificent, jeez talk about fuelling a mans ego” i push my food around my plate not feeling particularly hungry.
“so are you going to try out for the variety show?” he takes a sip from his water bottle placing it back down “well i kinda blew that”
i furrow my eyebrows as kevin, ronnie & betty join us the blonde sitting down next to me “we need to talk” she turns to me eyes wide.
i tune out of my brother conversation and give my full attention to the blonde “what’s up?” i pop a piece of watermelon in my mouth as she speaks
“y'know how jughead and i went to sleuth after the funeral” i nod continuing with my fruit “we ran into cheryl’s great grandma- super horrifying but anyways polly was engaged to jason”
my eyes almost pop out of my head “what?!” i almost shout, narrowing my eyes at the blonde girl. “that’s insane betty”
“yo sis did you hear that?” i turn from my bestfriend to my red headed twin “huh?” jughead chuckles at my daze and i nudge him with my elbow earning a yelp from the jones boy.
“veronica is going to sing with my at the show, are you going to come?” i nod “yeah, dad wants me to come” a smile beams from his face, excitement evident.
the bell rings signalling the end of lunch causing me to refrain from smashing my head against the lunch table “you okay?” the brunette boy asks me leaning forward in his seat as the others gather their stuff.
i sling my bag on grabbing my lunch tray “yeah, just thinking” i sigh beginning to walk to english with the two sleuths
“did betty tell you she has a date tonight?” jughead teases the blonde as we head outside the school.
“um elizabeth cooper when were you going to tell me this” i exclaim grabbing the girls arm as the brunette laughs at the two of us
“it’s not a date!” she defends “you literally said ‘it’s a date’” the boy retorts a lazy smile hanging from his lips “who’s it with?!” eagerness coursing through me
“just trev, he was friends with jason and i wanted to see if we could get more information that’s all it is- we’re going to pops tonight” she finishes scuffing her feet as we exit the school.
“im working tonight!” i exclaim and she rolls her eyes adjusting her backpack “so i can really see if this is a date” i snicker smiling sinisterly at the blonde girl
“ive gotta go i guess ill see you later” she whines walking away from the two of us “see you later” i call after her turning to jughead a shy smile on his face
“what?” i chuckle bringing my lip between my teeth “nothing” he replies back smug a smile still beaming from his face.
i blush, turning away from the boy “you’re such a dork” he nods to himself
“ive got shift so ill see you later-” i talk fast nervous, my sight darting around the courtyard watching kids exit the school, rushing home
“mind if i walk with you?” i shake my head starting to walk away the brunette hot on my heels reaching for my hand as we hear the diner and grow further and further from school
i smile down at our joined hands feeling my cheeks heat up"
“everything okay?” he teases causing me to blush even more “oh shush” i giggle pushing through the diner door greeted by hermione and pop.
they glance at our joined hands and we spring away from each other, jughead scratching the back of his neck, embarrassment consuming the both of us.
“hey kids” hermione says sweetly a knowing smile on her features
“im going to change” i announce walking away from the three slipping into the ladies room to change into my uniform, reemerging to find jughead in his usual booth with his laptop already up and typing away
i waltz over to hermione tying my apron around my waist “H” i say warily a smirk evident on the lodge women’s face
“so you and that jones boy” my eyes widen shaking my head “you can’t tell anyone especially ronnie” i beg placing my hands on either side of her arm
“and whys that?” her eyes narrowing removing my hands and crossing her arms over her uniform
“it’s complicated” i sigh glancing back at the boy in the booth “we just want to keep it on the down low so please” she nods winking at me “go you have tables to serve”
the night was busy filled with customer after customer including betty and trev, i watched from afar squealing at the interaction of best friend with a cute boy.
i also had my eyes on another cute brunette in pops, as he sipped his chocolate milkshake his long fingers typing away at his laptop concentration clear on his face.
my attentions brought back when trev passes me giving me a smile wave goodbye full well knowing I’d been spying on them all night
i rush over to the booth sliding in next to the blonde “spill” i gush grabbing at the girls shoulder a smile beaming from my face, it’d been a long shift and i needed a good gossip sesh with my favourite girl
“what’s got you all giddy” i smile at the familiar voice as he slides into the seat opposite us.
“betty was about to tell me how her date went” i take a sip out of the blondes milkshake glass “it wasn’t a date!!” she defends.
i roll my eyes as she continues “he said that jason sold a bunch of his stuff weeks before he’s death- he was even selling drugs isn’t that crazy?”
my brows cruise concussion taking over “really-” i was cut off when hermione walks over to our booth “sorry kids but we’re closing up” they nod removing themselves from the booth
“goodnight” betty smiles hugging me before leaving the dinner, jughead hovers the raven haired woman leaving us to go back into the kitchen.
“ive got to stay back and clean jug” i yawn rubbing my eyes, exhaustion seeming to consume me “want me to wait i can walk you home?” i shake my head “ill be awhile- it’s fine”
he nods shoving his hands into his pockets “okay-ill see you tomorrow?” i nod playing with the fabric on the edge of my dress “see you tomorrow juggie”
and with that he bids me goodnight and exists the diner leaving us two girls alone to clean
i switch on the radio pulling on my rubber gloves on as we start to scrub away at the dirty dishes, dancing along to the music.
a noise from the foyer brings our attention back, i turn down the music and pull of my gloves emerging from the kitchen “sorry we’re close” i muse suddenly noticing that the diner was empty.
i move closer to the door noticing it to be unlocked, i turn to see a brown box lying on the floor, puzzled I walk up to it opening the box cautiously to find a snake curled up in the box
i let out a blood curdling scream falling to the floor as i rush myself backwards
hermione rushes out running toward me pulling me into her chest “what’s wrong honey?!” she asks worry filling her soft voice
i point to the box my heart racing beyond compare “there’s a freaking snake” she rushing to her phone dialling a number as she excuses herself into the next room.
the snake starts to crawl out of the box and toward me and i scramble from the floor climbing up onto the counter screaming “hermione!!” i yell causing the raven haired lady to run out
she grabs the box and places it over the snake trapping it from sylethring away
i squirm feeling tears pool in my eyes “you okay?” she rushes to me helping me off the counter top “yeah just a little shaken up” she gives me a hug smoothing down my hair.
“i called your dad, he’s on his way” i nod fishing my phone out of my dress pocket sending a quick text and then pocketing it not waiting for a reply.
the door chimes my dad rushing in to hug me moving toward hermione that look in his eyes, and thats when my stomach turned. he was looking at her the way he used to look at mum.
i scoop up my bag slipping on my denim jacket “where are you going?” she asks standing from the floor her eyes still locked on the box
“i can’t stay in here, im sorry” i blurt turning away and pushing through the exit door making my way toward the only person i knew that could comfort me right now
i find myself pick up my speed as i reach the trailer park practically running up the door slightly banging on it hoping that the boy would still be awake
tears flow from my eyes as the door swing open revealing an older man, “is jughead in?” he steps back scratching his head as he glances down at my pops uniform.
“im sorry miss-” “andrews” i finish for him wiping my cheeks “look miss andrews jugheads in bed-”
“dad what’s wrong?” i move past the man and rush into the trailer flinging myself into the arms of the brunette boy sobs racking my body
his arms tighten around my waist whispering softly into my ear in efforts to calm me “what’s wrong?” i sniffle pulling away slightly from the boy enough to see the worry in his eyes but still tight in his embrace
“god it’s so stupid” i mumble feeling embarrassed “hey tell me, please” he begs moving the hair from my face tucking it gently behind my ear.
“someone delivered a snake in a box and work and dad came-” he’s eyes grow wide looking to the older man behind him as he slips into his bedroom
“are you serious?! are you hurt are you okay” he rushes checking my body for bite marks i move away from him shaking my head as i sit myself down on the dirty couch
i run my hands through my hair “it’s not that- it’s my dad, hermione called him and i-i- I thought it was to comfort me but-” i swallow the lump in my throat
“it was to comfort her- he looked at her the way he used to look at my mum.. i think there’s something going on between them and i just can’t- i don’t know i-” i mumble my words feeling the tears rolling down
jughead sits himself down next to me pulling me into his chest “you just don’t want to see him with anyone else” he whispers stroking my hair soothingly
“im sorry” he murmurs “me too"
the sun blare through my room my eyes finding it hard to adjust to the sudden light, my eyes still puffy from last nights events. i roll over pulling the covers back up to my chin feeling myself drift back to sleep when there’s a knock at my door
i moan a ‘hello’ as the door squeaks up, squinting to reveal my father standing at the door clad in his work uniform
“afternoon sleepy head” i sit up yawning glance at the clock to see the times read 1:30pm i got home late and must’ve slept through my morning alarms.
“i know you had a rough night so i figured you earned a day off- i brought you lunch, i wanted to check up on you” he plops himself down on the edge of my bed handing me over a bag from pops
“thank you” i mumble moving my hair from my face looking down at my covers scared to look my dad in the face “where’d you go last night?”
“the jones’” i mumble and he just nods placing a hand on my shoulder “are you okay?” i nod feeling tears form in my eyes “just a little shaken up but im fine now, promise”
he pulls me forward wrapping me in a small hug before standing from my bed “i canceled your shift for tonight and bought us tickets to the show” i nod “sounds good” he nods back walking toward the door lingering in the hall
“thanks again dad, for lunch” he nods disappearing down the steps and put the front door, returning back to work i assume
i layed back down in my bed popping a few fries in my mouth as i open the lid to my laptop the screen lighting up as a picture of my family pops up; it was taken a few christmas ago when we were all together.
my mother has the biggest smile on her face as she looks up my father, totally in love. my brother and i stand infront of them, archie’s arm slung around my shoulders pulling me into him capturing us mid laugh.
it was a full length photo, you could see vegas jumping up at us her tongue hung from her mouth, her tail swishing in excitement. i didn’t know how much i missed being together until i found myself crying
i clicked into my photo album scrolling through all the old photos before i made the move to chicago with my parents there was a few with the whole gang; even the blossoms.
cheryl and i were clad in our riven vixen uniforms, it was freshmen year and it was our first ever game cheering and jason stood in the middle sporting his bulldogs uniform helmet in his hand as they are slung around the two of us girls
it was my favourite memory of freshman year, we look so innocent so young. free from heartache and loss.
“everything okay?” i jump at the voice slamming my laptop closed looking to see my two fellow river vixens standing at the door
“we let ourselves in, hope you don’t mind. you weren’t at school and we were worried” i shake my head smiling “it’s fine”
relief shows on their faces as the walk over to me sitting themselves down on my bed “god we were worried” “it’s was just a little incident at work and i couldn’t sleep so dad just let me take the day off”
“what happened at work?!” ronnie asks her brows creasing knowing full well that her mother was working shift with me last night “there was a box with a snake in it, left for us in pop’s. your mum seems to think it was a serpents doing”
“and well my dad.. and your mum they seemed weird with each other and it reminded me of my mum” i confess my eyes tearing up
“i don’t think i can handle my dad being with someone else other than my mum- i can’t i don’t even want to think about it”
she swallows her eyes darting around my room as i watch the clogs behind her eyes click “ronnie everything okay?” i place my hand over hers noticing the change in her eyes, guilt.
“i should go-” she grabs her bag leaning over and hugging me before rushing for the door “ill see you tonight right?” i nod watching her rush out of my room not bothering to say bye to the blonde next to me
“is she okay?” i question only to get a shrug in reply “im not too sure, something happened with her and arch-” i nod fiddling with my blanket
“we were worried about you” i give her a half hearted smile “i should’ve message you & v i just over slept and-” i huff guilt creeping up “it wasn’t just me and v”
“oh well yeah kev-” she giggles to herself “and juggie” my eyes widen “really?” she nods a smile growing on her face.
“he’s going to help me look into finding polly, i found where she’s staying and he offered to come with me” i smile trying not to give myself away “that’s sweet” she nods vigorously “isn’t it!”
“he’s on his way over- did you want to come with?” i sigh flopping my head back down on my pillow “i would but im going to the show tonight- i don’t think i could see your sister after the last time i saw her-”
she lets out a long sigh, grabbing hold of my hand and giving it a soft reassuring squeeze.
“its okay” she smiles brightly at me opening my laptop, the photo of myself and the blossom twins appearing on my screen.
she moves herself so she’s sitting next to me resting against my head board bringing my laptop up into her lap. “freshman year right?” i nod “sure was” i mumble in reply
“i love this one” i turn my attention to the screw a photo popping up of the five of us; betty, archie myself and the blossom twins.
we were all in our uniforms smiling from ear to ear
“i like this one better” i reach over and tap the next button to reveal a picture from last year, taken the day before i left for chicago. before i knew that my parents had taken a turn for the worst
we were all in a booth at pops; archie, betty, jughead, kevin and i all rugged up milkshakes and burgers scattered on the table and innocent smiles sketched onto our baby faces
blissfully unaware that in the next coming day their lives were about to get turned upside down.
“i love this one too” betty mumbles quietly a tear slipping from her green eyes “aw betts please don’t cry” i moan clinging to the girl laughing softly as my eyes well up
“god i remember that day like it was yesterday” she sniffles leaning her head against mine “that was the last i ever saw of you”
the air seemed to grow thick, silence growing between us as we stare blankly at the laptop screen
“why didn’t you say goodbye?” she turns to me vulnerability in her eyes. i close mine, the memory flooded back as i tried desperately for it to stop
i cleared my throats trying to respond without falling apart “i couldn’t-” my voice cracks.
“she woke me up at god knows what time and dragged me of bed shoving everything into bags telling me that ‘we need to leave we need to leave right now” i start to cry
“dad and arch woke up from the all the commotion and they start crying archie was hurt lead to believe that i wanted to go and leave them behind”
“i didn’t want to leave them- i didn’t want to leave anyone but i- i- couldn’t i couldn’t stay” i look to the blonde shock on her face.
“my mum said i needed help and i couldn’t get it from riverdale- so i had to go betty. i had no choice”
tears stream down my cheeks as betty looks on guilt dripping from her face. we sit staring at each other, too scared to speak. that was until jughead came bounding through the door
his eyes widen his whole persona changing as he realises what has happened. i spring from my bed excusing myself from the door as i dart into the bathroom locking it before either of them had the chance to follow me
i splash my face trying to calm myself down, scrubbing off yesterday’s makeup. trying to remove the loop of my dad and hermione from my mind
there’s a few knocks at my door but i ignore them, turning the shower on and starting to strip down. i need to get ready for tonight and it was the only way i could stay in here without suspicion from the two vacated my bedroom
i shut the water off, stepping out into the bathroom to dry my body before slipping on a robe and exiting the bathroom and taking the short walk into my bedroom
and just as expected the room was empty, i sit back down on my bed letting out a breathe i didn’t know i was holding.
soft knocks at my door bring my attention back down to earth “come in” i speak softly tightening my robe around my body making sure nothing is showing.
my dad pops his head in dressed up all nice for the show tonight, it was the first time dad would ever hear archie sing so it was a big deal. he’d bought tickets for all his work friends wanting something to boast about since i wasn’t all that interesting
“you almost ready? we’ve got to leave soon” i nod “im about to get ready shouldn’t be to long” he nods biding goodbye and closing my door behind him.
i walk over to my stereo turning up my music as i start to get myself ready for the night
we walked into the school side by side searching the crowd for dad’s work friends, i fish my phone out of my clutch hoping to see a text from jughead but nothing.
i rock on the back of my hells when i spot hermione, the raven haired lady smiles over at us briskly walking toward the two of us. my dads face lights up giving the lodge women a soft smile.
the engage in small talk as i desperately search for a way out of this damn conversation only to be brought back into it with hermione shaking my shoulder
“did your dad tell you the good news” she practically squeals squeezing my arm “nooo” i drag out the ‘o’ feeling a tad out of the loop.
“your dad’s offered me a job! no more scrubbing dirty fry pans and waiting tables for this lady” she gestures to herself earning a laugh from my dad.
she places a hand of his chest the two looking sickly happy “excuse me” i mutter moving as far away as i could hoping to spot any of my friends
i spot val walking along the corridor and i practically tackle her before she walks into the drama room “woho (y/n) what’s wrong?” she exclaims, alarmed.
“have you seen my brother? it’s important” she nods “follow me he’s probably back stage” i walk behind the pussy cat as she leads me into the green room
it doesn’t take me long till i spot my red headed brother siting along guitar in his hands strumming lightly, he looked as white as a ghost
i plop down next to him “arch are you okay?” he looks up at me noticing the nervousness in my eyes. “could ask you the same” he laughs lowly setting down his guitar
“val bailed on me so now im going solo- im so nervous (y/n)” i furrow my brows at my brother “wait i thought you were singing with v?” he sighs
“it’s a long story but anyway she got all upset because she found dad and her mum kissing at work this morning so she got spooked and-” my eyes widen, shock spreading through my body like wildfire.
“um excuse me what now?!” i almost yell, “i thought you knew, ronnie went to the house to check on you i just thought-” i shake my head standing up “you just thought what? that it was just casual conversation arch?! you’re so insensitive”
i yell walking out of the dressing room bumping into ronnie on the way out “woah are you okay?” i scoff “wouldn’t you like to know, thanks by the way for telling me about my dad. you’re a real gem”
i push past the raven haired girl moving out into the foyer spotting my dad as he walks us over to our seats in the auditorium. i almost scream when i noticed we were situated right next to the lodge lady, as we settle in for the performance.
i find myself zoning out all through veronica’s & the pussycats performance that i didn’t even hear them call archie’s name till he was in the middle of the stage
i perk up watching as he starts to sing, out of the corner of my eye i watch as my fathers hand joins with hermione and i feel my eyes well up “i can’t be here” i mumble to my father rushing out of the auditorium
my eyes fill with tears as i rush out into the hall, i scream into my hands looking up to see both betty & jughead soaking wet talking to the sheriff, a serious scowl on his face.
i let out a small cry catching their attention, i smack my hand over my mouth trying to muffle the sounds. they turn the brunette boys eyes filling with worry as he glances to me.
but betty says something to the boy that makes him looking between the two of us before mouthing a ‘im sorry’ and running off down the hall and out into the pouring rain after betty & the sheriff
my heart grows heavy as i watch him out more and more distance between the two of us.
archie’s voice carries through the speakers, he sounded amazing.
i close my eyes briefly before heading out into the storm,rain pelting down on my face as i felt myself being consumed by my thoughts. i fall to my knees letting out a silent sob
i was getting worse, and no one knew.
so i picked myself up and walked right out of the parking lot, down my street, into my house & into my bathroom looking the door behind me hoping that no one would ever find me again
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♫Sick of Losing Soulmates- Dodie Clarke// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request: Could you please do a remus (marauders era) based on the song ‘sick of losing soulmates’ by dodie clark? And.. sorry if ’s too much to ask, but could it be while they’re in hogwarts?
A/N: Once again, I know this is quite short, and I apologise, especially if this isn’t what you had in mind. I’ve been facing a bit of a writer’s block lately, and I’ve been swamped with studying for upcoming exams, so I’m sorry for disappointing you lovelies! I’m hoping to finish all requests by the end of the week and then start posting chapters of my fic. Thank you for bearing with me, love you all xox
Terror he feels at seeing his own reflection in the mirror doesn’t come close to the cold that overflows him at the thought of the y/e/c eyed girl finding out who he really is. What he really is.
It’s a fresh romance, a dew covered bud of a rose that had just begun to bloom, it’s thorns going unnoticed by the beautiful girl whose smile made the weight of the world feel like the feather of a singing bird.
There is no hiding anymore. The truth is no longer anchored, floating towards the surface with every falling night, and as it swims upwards, he feels his feet sinking into quicksand. Words slip from his ruby tinged lips, making frenetic thoughts wreak havoc in his head and crack the edges of his mind with sharpened edges.
He watches her eyes widen, her fingertips tugging at the edges of her skirt. Lips are agape, palms trembling, and he feels the stitches of his heart tear apart, the thought of her parting becoming a cool steel knife tearing at the threads that have held it together for so long. Anticipation is vivid, stinging at his skin, fragile as newly made porcelain. Its shards tear at the edges of his throat as his eyes fill with tears and meet hers, and then he knows.
I swear I’ve answered this question before in the past, but I can’t for the life of me find it, SO HERE IT IS AGAIN, NEW & UPDATED VERSION
Frisk - Swears very rarely, though they might occasionally go up to someone like “I know a bad word” and then lean in real close and whisper something like “tax evasion” into the person’s ear. They find this completely hysterical for their own unique Frisk-reasons. Sometimes they repeat swear words they’ve heard Undyne say when they’re really annoyed or when no one’s around.
Asriel - Only swears when really surprised/taken off-guard. Sometimes slips into plant jargon when getting riled up over violent video games. His siblings know that when he starts telling his virtual enemies to “go choke on a thorn hedge”, it’s time to fake a power outage.
Chara - Exclusively swears when around their friends, and mostly jokingly. Swear words and slang sound super weird dropped into the middle of their normally somewhat stilted, overly posh way of speaking, and they use it for humorous effect. Alternatively, they may start spouting clusters of profanity when overtired and sad, it’s like a last-ditch attempt at seeming intimidating, though the result is always a little pitiful and mostly makes people want to comfort this poor noisy puppy.
Toriel - Swears a moderate amount, though only when around other adults, preferably close friends. She tries to keep her kids from picking up bad words, though she’s painfully aware of the fact that all of them (Chara especially) already have quite the vocabulary.
Sans - Tries to avoid swearing in order to keep up his easy-going image, but he does slip up once in a while, especially when around people he feels comfortable with. Also tends to swear more when he loses his cool, rare as it is. Usually, the only way to tell when he’s really angry is when he forgets to censor himself.
Papyrus - The only one in the monster fam who never swears, ever. He wants to remain G-rated in order to maximize the amount of friends he could potentially make! He doesn’t want to accidentally scare someone off with bad language.
Undyne - Swears, so much, and loudly. She tries to reel it in around the kids, but she’s got a mouth like a sailor. Swears even more when she’s excited about something, which she often is. Regularly receives vaguely threatening texts from Toriel along the lines of “for every new curse you teach my children, I shall lay curses upon your future offspring in return.” Undyne laughs it off. It’s … probably a joke.
Alphys - Mostly mutters profanities to herself when doing battle with people on the internet who have bad opinions, about things. Always tries to express herself more clearly and with more dignity in her actual posts/comments, but on the other side of the screen, she’s seething. Doesn’t swear much during face-to-face interaction, though, unless she’s just chilling with friends and her guard is down.
Asgore - Tends to use outlandish old-timey curses, especially when troubled by something. He still strongly rejects actual anger, but when he’s fighting with it, it helps to wish barren crops and toad rain upon his enemies.
Mettaton - Mostly swears for dramatic effect, or when freaked out by something. Never stoops to outright crude language, only sprinkling in a “damned” or a hell-as-in-see-you-in-hell once in a while when living his killer robot persona.
Napstablook - Sometimes mumbles a curse or two when particularly frustrated by the Happenings around them.
Monster Kid - Sometimes utters a very stutter-y curse when trying to look cool. They’ve watched too many action movies, probably.
Kai bought the ring a week and a half before Cinder’s twenty-fourth birthday.
It was nothing fancy–just a gold band with a single diamond in the middle, two tiny rubies on either side and an engraving inside. It was expensive, obviously, but nothing compared to what he could have chosen. If he was marrying Cress, he might have gone ostentatious, but Cinder was subdued, so he chose something he knew she could wear.
He wanted to ask on her birthday. He had already planned them a nice dinner out, followed by a romantic walk through the park where he would have fairy lights set up and soft music playing. He would get down on one knee and ask her. It was all perfectly laid out in his head, but something was nagging at him.