somehow smuggles a pet into his dorm even though they're strictly prohibited and his roommate is probably allergic (it's fine, he's sure of it,,.. he hopes)
the kid you didn't know was in your class all year because they sit in the back and never speak up (seriously has he always been in this class?)
is friends with everyone on campus but doesn't know half of their names. probably also on a first name basis with his professors, honestly
asks to compare homework constantly. he knows his answers are right, and yours are probably wrong, he just wants to feel better about himself
STILL plays pokémon go in between classes. doesn't realize he's about to walk into a fountain until it's too late (how convenient that his overdue essay is ruined)
takes his finals in glitter pen because he forgot literally every writing utensil back at the dorm and it's his LAST HOPE, OKAY? IT'S BETTER THAN THE IDIOT USING RED PEN NEXT TO HIM (probably yugyeom let's be real)
accidentally ends up in an upperclassmen lecture but by the time he actually pays enough attention to notice, it's too awkward to get up and leave. learns a great deal about civil engineering that day, though
There is a door in the history department. It never looks the same twice and is always cracked open when it’s actually there. No one has ever returned through it.
There once was a chemistry major that went through the door. Their friend followed after.
One did not.
The story did not begin there though. It began long, long ago, in the tales and songs of ancestors long gone; passed from mother to daughter and father to son. They did not fade through time, starting anew in each beating heart of the family line.
They reached a young girl with olive skin and hair like raven’s wings. Her dark eyes would shine as her grandmother wove the tales by the fireside.
She spoke to the girl of a woman with fiery hair and burning eyes, who spoke with flames and held infernos between her palms. Perhaps that sparked the love in her for all things she should not, and she strove to make the embers dance, like the one with fire in her hands.
Her grandmother knew in her old, wise bones that this child needed the tales more than most. Their family had always been aware, trusting their intuition had never led them wrong.
So when the girl came to Elsewhere, (For where else could she have gone?) Everyone steered clear (The school gave up on roommates before very long.)
Perhaps it was because of her reputation of playing with fire, or perhaps it was simply fate, but her chemistry professor paired her with a boy who loved to play with ice. They became unlikely friends, she with her burning salts and he with his liquid nitrogen.
“Call me Pyrra.” she said.
“Frozone.” He grinned, white teeth gleamed against his dark skin.
He told her of his girlfriend back in Louisiana who was pregnant with his child: “It’s too soon to know the gender yet.” And she would just smile.
She told him of her grandparents and their small, simple home that stood alone on the reservation and of the wild horses that would thunder by.
They knew what everyone would say, how unwise it was to share so much about themselves, but they were chemistry majors—those rarely got taken.
The two were closer then blood and they both forgot one very important fact— being Taken isn’t the only way to Vanish.
It had been an accident. Frozone hadn’t been paying attention. He had forgotten to count the doors, as he stumbled to his history class after a long night in the labs. No one probably would have known if a fellow student hadn’t seen him stepping through the door—too late to stop his fate.
Pyrra was the first one told, the RA’s decided to wait till the end of the term before notifying his family. They knew it was a futile hope, but anything beat having to make that call.
Pyrra wouldn’t accept this though. She gathered up her craft, and armed herself with salts to burn. She dressed herself in her tribe’s garments and war paint on her face—there is power in being claimed—and set off for the history building when the moonless night was at its darkest.
The door gave way before her and she crossed into when; not where, her friend had gone. She travelled far until she found where the Little People were gathered round. They vanished as she drew near, but she was unshaken by this or fear.
“I have come to bargain for my brother of heart.”
“What will you give?” They whispered in reply.
“A story like none other.” She called bravely into the night.
“There is no story to match his fate, for his return we will need something great.”
Pyrra paused before standing straight.
“Then I will take his place.”
“Is this your choice?”
She thought of her grandparents, sitting at home, they had only gotten electricity a few years ago.
She thought of Frozone’s sisters, all so young and alone thriving off their brother’s hope to give them a better home, on the income of the degree the scholarship would to them all. She thought about his girlfriend, who worked two jobs by day, and attended a community college to get her art degree by night. With that her mind was made.
Frozone stumbled in, lost and confused as if it had only been an hour instead of a day. He caught onto what had happened more than quick enough.
“Pyrra, you can’t do this! Please! It’s my mistake to pay.”
“Call my grandmother and ask for my name, give it to your daughter and your debt shall be paid.”
That was all the time they had, before he was gone and she had stayed. The Little Folk drew near her now; intent on Their new pet, but she held up her hand, she wasn’t Theirs quite yet.
“I have another bargain to make.”
“What now?” They grumbled, discontent and bored.
“My story for my freedom, I chose to stay, but not to be yours.”
“Fine.” they hissed “But the bargain is this: you must keep us entertained till dawn or to us you will belong.”
What choice was there left for her to make? The sky was at it darkest—the hour before dawn. But how that hour stretched on and on!
She dared not tell her family’s tales, or sing to Them their songs, so she told them what she had, her science close at hand.
She told them how a star was born and how precious gems became; all the while between her hands she wove the tales with flame.
When that never nearing dawn finally broke upon the sky, They praised her skills, and kept their deals; blessing her all the while.
Fire-tongue they called her; Flame-speaker, They would say. They kissed her eyes and painted her lips, dressing her in flame.
She smiled and simply said, “That is not my name.”
For she had a new name now, one that no one could ever Take, now that she had given her old name away.
Frozone made it back and tried to keep his word. He called her grandmother who patiently greeted him and told him Pyrra’s name, only requesting that in return he send her things and bring his daughter by some day. She waved him off when he explained that the baby was still too small to tell, whether it was female or male.
Years passed and soon it was time to graduate. Everyone assumed that Pyrra’s grandparents came for Frozone. No one expected Pyrra to appear and collect her diploma as if she had been there all along. Then again, no one mentioned how her eyes were embers now or how her hair had turned from raven black to crimson—so she very well may have been.
A few decades later a new student comes—a chemistry major that loves to play with fire. She wears a white smile; which is near blinding against her dark skin. She claims she came to prove that her father paid his debt. She won’t say anymore than that. But sometimes she would leave the dorm shortly before dawn on moonless nights with a string of fireworks in her hands. She would always return the next morning, humming ancient songs as she wrote an email to her father.
During her time a new tale whispers its way into campus lore.
It’s breathed into the ears of distraught students—those with the courage to try and reclaim the Taken Ones are the only ones to hear the advice.
“Come to the edge of the woods on a moonless night, just before dawn and set off fireworks of every color—then wait.”
The ones who listen return with tales about a woman in smoldering garments, blazing red hair, and glowing embers for eyes who would test their resolve. To those who passed she would gift them with words or song, depending on their need, she might even gift them with her fire.
Regardless of what you get, it is always enough to get them back.
Except no one can remember what it was she gave them. They could never remember the tale itself, just that she gave them one; the songs she granted would dance just beyond memory’s grasp; the image of a mesmerizing flame leaving a ghostly impression inside their eyelids. There was only one thing anyone remembers her saying.
“My name is Story—”
There is a door in the history department. It never looks the same twice and is always cracked open when it is there. No one has ever returned through it.
There once was a chemistry major that went through the door. His friend followed after.
She did not.
“—and I create myself.”
A/N: I know the Gentry come off a little strange in this. It’s mostly because Pyrra is Navajo and thus the stories she knows are of the Little People; but at Elsewhere, the Gentry are for the most part from Great Britain, Ireland and thereabouts. I tried to blend these two cultures. I’m not gunna lie, I didn’t do great. I haven’t done much with Navajo mythology in a long while. I feel it came off pretty shoddy in this. I’m not trying to offend (I’m part native American myself). Also, I love Chemistry but I suck at it which is why I didn’t go as into depth as I would have liked. (My grammar sucks too, so apologies there as well.)
another part for the baby shinichi au, this time with ‘ellery’ making himself a nightmare for haibara to look after so she’ll hurry up with her antidote. this is probably right after she tells him he’s better this way because at least now he can’t run off and reveal his identity to people (plus he’s still ticked off about hattori being the one to name him after his favourite writer, how dare she allow that to happen)
hello! correct me if i'm wrong but i think you're the jikook lover i follow who recently said they love reading fics?? so i was wondering if you know of fics/scenarios that build on that iconic hotel vlive when jimin may have been hiding in the bathroom? 👀 i thought about that last night and my imagination went kinda wild lol if not, any jikook recs will do! please and thanks! JIKOOK FO LYFEEEE💞
Hi Anon!! Sorry this was so late, the past week has been pretty wild for me. But anyways to answer the first part, no unfortunately I dont know of any fics that build off of that iconic vlive :( im sorry.
BUT that recent vlive came out right? With Jimin in the bath robe and that Jikook stare….ah yes. I know theres a couple of fics that build off or are just based off of that.
Constraint byHarlotChapters:1/1 >>> Basically Jungkooks journey from str8 to gay but oh, oh m a n, Its so beautifully done. Right from the beginning, all the emotions that Jungkook goes through are very real and the Jikook was developed so well. Please give this one a read.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (Seven Days)by jeonifyChapters:2/2 >>> God, this really is a tear jerker this one. Its very sweet and fluffy and angsty and just so perfect. You can never go wrong with soft!Jimin and internationalplayboy!Jungkook 😊
Dream Makerby graesun and Polkari Seuta (VeritasEtVita)Chapters:12/12 >>> okokokok guys, read this fic. You will not regret it omg. The perfect mix of fluff, angst, smut and more fluff, this fic is a snipet into the lives of Jikook, who are just barely getting by with what little money they have, but theres lots of kisses, laughs, some angst and cute domestic shit™ This fic made me feel so many things and I loved it so much!! Give this one a try guys.
Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile for Me by RagiChapters:27/27 >>> This fic left me shook for a solid week man, good god. So soft, so sad, so real. I loved the realism regarding homophobia and idols in Korea. Everything in this fic is written with care, and handled very well, plus the Jikook is beyond soft. I enjoyed this fic sooo much.
Glass Diamonds byGinForInk Chapters:1/1 >>> Skater Jungkook, Dance teacher Jimin, A+ smut and fluff, read this fic.
Well Done! by annafeu Chapters:1/1 >>> Okay, I suggest giving the tags a thorough peek through before reading this one because its twisted as fuck, but so damn amazing. This one features Bunny!Jimin, Wolf!Jungkook lots of filthy smut and grade A Jikook. Really great read, however do please read tag warnings before starting if you think you might be uncomfortable!
TheHook series by miskeen >>> Cute as fuck, domestic as fuck, hot as fuck, fuck. Read all the stories in this series please, theyre all 10/10 amazing.
The Good Doctor bysnarcsics Chapters:1/1 >>> Frick doods, this was some of the hottest, well written Jikook fics ive ever read. Featuring sex addict Kook psychologist Jimin, and some excellent office sex, yes.
two sides; same story by namjoone Chapters:4/4 >>> Basically Jikook are neighbors and they both secretly think each other are hot as fuck and they rly wanna bang but they wont actually admit it to each other, typical jikook lmao. Anyways, this is sooo good!! Super steamy and super cute 👌
A Touch of Sin by pettey Chapters:10/10 >>> One word. Beautiful. Absolutely, beautiful. Right from the start to the finish, this fic had me feeling things in every chapter. Its graphic and raw but so beautiful. Highly recommend this one!
Okay last one before I get too carried away….
Relax, Dont Do Itbyyoongidontdoit (sammyinnerdglasses)Chapters:4/4 >>> Funny, adorable, smutty (extreme switching™) and overall so so good. Wild party animal Jungkook swearing to go at least 90 days without partying, late nights, or sex. But then he meets Park Jimin and that last part becomes slightly extremely hard not to do… *lenny face* Pls read this lmao.
Okay!! Thats all I got for now. I hope you enjoy 😊
THE RFA BREAK UP POST AH MY HEART!!! Okay. So. What about the MC moving on and finding someone else? And RFA+V+Saeran realize that they still had feelings for her, but it's been a long time(like maybe a year or two) and MC's finally moved on and they just... Don't have a chance? Why am I like this. Why do I want this. I'm awful. (PS I didn't cry when I read the breakup one, no sir, I did not.)
hey i just read your breaking up headcanon and can i ask for rfa+v+saeran regreting their decision but idk maybe its too late or not its up to you
hi can i ask for a sequel of your break up hc like they regretting their choice and trying to get you back
aah these were similar so I figured I could do them all together! hope you like it. A sort of sequel to this ♥
It took 14 months for Yoosung to regret everything
14 whole months
Once he realises that he does in fact still love you with every ounce of his being, he starts getting weird
Like Yandere Mode™ is activated
It starts off with the usual social media stalking, and he even has Seven helping him find out things about your life via what you post online
But soon enough he’s becoming obsessive, and Seven stops helping so not to let it get worse
But it does
Not being able to investigate everything he can about you online makes him jealous of anyone you’re in contact with
Talking to the guys in the messenger? Not on his watch
He becomes insufferable, constantly inserting himself into your conversations, commenting on everything you post online
You’re almost certain you’ve seen him in the corner of your eye whilst out and about a few times
But that’s just you being paranoid, right?
Either way it eventually reaches a point where he’s on your doorstep, begging you to take him back
He’s crying and rambling, and he’s quite possibly has something to drink
But you don’t love him anymore
In fact you’re unsure if you could ever love him again
So you tell him this, and it sure as hell is not what he wants to here
You’re stuck with a blubbering mess at your door, and have to call Seven to come and retrieve him
After this things change drastically
He knows he doesn’t have a chance with you, you made that extremely clear
He stops stalking your online presence, instead turning to the one comfort he has - his games
All he ever does is sit at his computer, playing his games, isolating himself from the outside world
Because he doesn’t want to be a part of the outside world if he doesn’t have you.
It really didn’t take long for Zen to regret his decision
Like it was probably about 5 months, if that
Even the first night when he went to bed alone he had the seeds of doubt growing within him
Unfortunately for him, those 5 months were all it took for you to move on
You knew it was all for the best, things just didn’t work out
But he didn’t think like that, and he wanted you back
He tried to be romantic, turning up at your door with flowers, dedicating his performances to you, leaving you voicemails of him singing love songs
But you ignored everything
You felt guilty ignoring his efforts so much, but it was the only way you would get him to move on like you had
How would he let it go if you let him think he was getting somewhere with you?
His attempts start getting more desperate, with more and more drunk voicemails being left throughout the nights
One of these nights you hear a thump by your front door, opening it cautiously only to find a passed out Zen on the floor
You debate just bringing him in until morning, but that would probably give him false hope, so you grab your phone and call Seven to come and help you
The two of you manage to get Zen into the car, and you go with Seven to take him home
Once there you take Zen inside, helping him to his bed
After fetching a glass of water for him, you see he has start to wake up a little
Still drunk and groggy from passing out, he thinks he’s dreaming
Crying a little, he reaches his hand out to hold yours
“I love you so much, please just come back to me”
But his begging still does nothing for you, so you tell him that things will never go back to how they were, and you quietly turn around and leave to go home
The next day is surprisingly peaceful, no calls, no visits, no voicemails
This continues for weeks, and althought you don’t hear from him you think he’s moving on
But you soon find out that isn’t the case
Jumin informs you that Zen is drinking much heavier and earlier than he had been previously, and the reason he hasn’t been contacting you is because he’s usually too drunk to even move, that is of course if he hasn’t passed out
You lose count of times you wake up to find him passed out on your doorstep, because no matter what happens or how much time passes, he always finds his way back to you, even when you don’t want him to
You are after all the love of his life, and he doesn’t know any different than to go to you.
She thought she was doing the right thing
She thought she had made the right decision
But one night whilst watching Zen’s latest romance film for the 100th time she realises it would have been your 5 year anniversary
Had you not broken up two years ago that is
She’s been so damn busy with work, she’s barely had time to think about how she feels
But here she is, suddenly swimming in memories of the two of you
It doesn’t take long for her to realise she’s full of regret
How could she let you go?????
It’s late now, so she decides to just sleep on it
Waking up she’s hopeful it was just a night of reminiscing
If anything, she feels even stronger
She suddenly can’t stop thinking about running her hands through your hair, the glimmer in your eyes, the way your hand fits perfectly into hers
Every little detail she overlooked before were now screaming to be seen
It also just so happened this was the day of the RFA meeting, and she was going to have to see you
She got lost in your eyes as you spoke to the group about the guests for this particular party
She doesn’t even know what was said
After the meeting she casually makes comment to Jumin about how happy you looked
That’s when he says the one thing she never wanted to hear
“Well it’s probably because of the new girl they’re seeing”
Her heart literally shatters as he says the words
Jaehee doesn’t really know how to handle this??
Why at the same time she realised what a monumental mistake she made by ending things with you, did she have to find out there was someone else making you happy
Her way of dealing with it is pretending everything is normal
Not you or anyone else ever notices, she hides it so well
If you had known, maybe you would realised you felt the same
But you never find out, so you never reflect on how you feel about her
She supports you in your relationship, and seems to get on really well with your girlfriend
But when no one is looking, her eyes well up, and the occasional one escapes
She cries herself to sleep more often than she’d ever be willing to admit
Seeing you and your new girlfriend happy together breaks her heart over and over again
She would kill to be the one making you smile like that, just like she used to.
He’s always prided himself on his ability to ‘kill his feelings’
And when he ended your relationship, he did this easily
It didn’t take long for him to revert to his old ways, being stiff and generally unwelcoming
He was civil to talk to, but he was so different to the person who had you inside his head for three years
The breakup felt like it had almost killed you
It took you a very long time to get over it, because you never had any closure
But then you met someone, someone who let you in from the start, who treated you like you were the single greatest thing on earth
You still had a lot of hurt in you from Jumin, but this new person was like a breath of fresh air
As things get more serious, you start bringing them around the group more
Up until the first time Jumin meets them, he had no idea you were even considering dating other people, let alone be in a serious relationship with someone
He’s polite, but doesn’t make much of an effort with them
He ??? doesn’t ??? know ??? what ??? this ??? feeling ??? is ???
It feels like his heart is actually aching, but that’s just illogical, surely?
That night he sits with Elizabeth, drinking his wine and trying to figure out what is going on with him
The best thing he can think to do is call up the person who knows him better than himself, and he does so, explaining these strange feelings to his best friend
V chuckles softly, a hint of sorrow in his voice as he tells Jumin what it is
He hangs up, shifting Elizabeth and walks over to his penthouse windows, looking out at the night sky
V is right, and Jumin knows it, but there’s nothing he can do
He is the one who ended things after all
He can’t swoop in now and hope to have you back
His solution is to obviously stomp out the feelings, but it doesn’t work
He cant get you out of his head, you even haunt his dreams now
So instead he distances himself from the RFA more and more, only speaking with V on a regular basis
RFA parties can’t be avoided, so when the winter party finally arrives, he doesn’t have a choice but to go
Seeing you hurts him, but no one could have prepared him for what happened
Your significant other proposed, in front of everyone, right in the middle of the room
You were so happy and excited you didn’t see Jumin’s tall figure quietly leaving the building
But V did, and for a brief second, he almost thought he saw a glistening tear making it’s way down Jumin’s face.
About 6 months after that party, you started to feel better
To say you were completely over him would be a stretch, but it didn’t feel like the world was crashing around you whenever you saw him
As you started accepting the relationship was over and letting go of it, Seven slowly started joining back in with the RFA more
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to become relatively close again
But it’s different
You still love him, but it just feels platonic now
It didn’t seem possible that you would ever get to a place where you could be happy in his presence again, yet here you are
The pair of you spend a lot of time together, but you still manage to start dating again
A lot of people are uncomfortable with how close you are to your ex, except one
They’re so perfect ???
You can’t believe it ???
If you thought you were happy when you were with Seven, you were wrong, this was genuinely the happiest you had ever been
Little did you know that during those months where you were rebuilding your friendship with Seven, it was bringing back more than just platonic love for him
Without even realsing he found himself madly in love with you again all of a sudden
He just wanted to have you at his side all the time
And whilst you did spend a lot of time together, it wasn’t how he wanted it
He stalked your new significant other online within an inch of their life
Everything they ever posted or was posted about them he found
But there was nothing in there to use to get rid of them
They were a good person
But even so, everday before he went to sleep, he would check again
One day he would find something, to keep this person away from you
He had to find something
Slowly as your relationship progressed, Seven started holding himself back, once again isolating himself from everyone but V
He didn’t know how he was supposed to live a life where someone else made you smile the way he used to.
A little part of him always harboured some feelings for you still
He knew he would never completely move on, but he didn’t expect this
It had been a little over a year since he broke off your relationship
You were less bitter, so he saw this as a sign of you having moved on
But something about that just didn’t sit well with him
Had you really let it go?? Did you really no longer have those feelings for him??
For a long time it seemed like you would never move on
So now that you had, he hated it
It didn’t take long for him to realise
He was still in love with you
The second it was clear to him, he wanted to drop everything and run to you, just to plead for a second chance and tell you how much he loved you, how he had been so stupid to give up such a perfect person like yourself
But he didn’t
You finally looked happy
And if that didn’t make his heart feel light and airy, he didn’t know what would
He knew how much he had hurt you, and he didn’t believe he deserved a second chance no matter how much he wanted it
So he chose to keep his feelings to himself, never telling a living soul about how much he craved curling up with you every night
How he craved to feel your hot breath on his lips again
How he craved to see you smile because of him again
He spends his time pretending he doesn’t love you
Just seeing you happy and healthy is enough for him
Even if not having you by his side physically hurts him
Whenever he hears you laugh he has to actively stop himself from daydreaming about a life where you were his once more
Unlike the others, it’s not because you’ve moved on that he never gets you back
He just thinks it’s for the best
But if he had told you how he felt, he would have found out you were still in love with him too
Instead you both continue to hurt, both wishing the other would reach out
But neither of you ever do, and neither of you ever get over the other.
He was wrong
He was so fucking wrong
He doesn’t even know why he said it
Of course he loved you, of course he still loved you
But he had said it, and he had shattered your heart into so many pieces he could never fix it
So he never tried
It took a long time for you to get over it, at least 3 years to be specific
But you got there eventually
Looking at him didn’t hurt
Being in his presence didn’t make you nauseous
Hearing his voice didn’t make you want to scream
What you didn’t know is that it was the other way around now
Looking at you hurt
Being in your presence made him nauseous
Hearing your voice made him want to scream
He knew he had left it far too long now, and you were finally happy
There hadn’t been much if any relationship between you since the breakup, so when he started isolating himself you didn’t even notice
It was Seven who reached out to you, telling you something was wrong with his twin but he didn’t know what and he didn’t know how to help
So being the person you are, you went over there to try and speak to him
It was awkward at first, you had barely spoken in 3 whole years
But you wanted to help him so you pushed and pushed
Eventually he snapped and and blurts out that he can’t handle his feelings for you anymore
You’re taken aback by his confession, which is followed up by a question you dreaded answering
With what almost seemed like tears in his eyes, he quietly begged for you to just tell him you still loved him too
The only thing he wanted to hear, you couldn’t say
He asked you to leave after you told him you didn’t, and you did so without putting up a fight
The last thing you wanted to do was make the situation worse
For the first time in a long time, Saeran cried himself to sleep
He distanced himself from the group slowly, only speaking via Seven
But he always kept an eye on you, because even if you didn’t love him, he wanted to keep you safe and happy
You were the first person he truly loved, and you would also be the last.
prompt/request: “Maybe you could make one where reader’s having a really bad day and the Hamilsquad find them and comfort them (one of them more than others)?” from an anon
a/n: this is a lot like other sad ones i and other people have written and i didnt proofread this cuz i got too sad and also this is my first time doing poly!hamilsquad stuff and its probs bad but!!! i hope you enjoy either way!!!
The second you got home, you threw your phone on the couch,
stripped off all of your clothes, and climbed under the duvet on your bed,
wrapping it around yourself and not even thinking about when you planned on
Things had been really… tough lately, to say the least. You
felt like every day poked and prodded at your brain until, eventually, it
started bleeding and, eventually, the bleeding never really stopped. You were
always worrying, about work or the boys or about your weight or how much food
you were or weren’t eating, and you were always thinking about what you had to
do next. What you had to prepare for. What if there was a fire? Which one of
the boys would be strong enough to carry one or hopefully two of you out of the
burning apartment building? If you spilled on your white blouse, how would you
get the stain out? When you couldn’t get a ride home, would you bus, or would
you call one of the boys? Should you call one of the boys? What were the signs
of a stroke – you didn’t remember, and what if someone around you was having
one? What if someone came into your work with a gun? What would you do? What
are you doing? With your life?
You groaned slightly as the blanket peeled back, revealing a
happy but also slightly concerned John Laurens, one of your boyfriends,
floating over top of you. It took a moment for you to adjust to the light – he must’ve
turned on the overhead when he walked in – and, when you had, you poked out
your head further into the world to see his legs on either side of you,
practically pinning you down.
“Hey, baby,” John greeted when he saw you, leaning down and
placing a kiss softly on your mouth. “What are you doin’ underhere? Ain’t it a
It’s the first day of kindergarten and the rest of his
He’s wearing the new shirt his mama got him specially
for this day. It’s got two dinosaurs on it, because two dinosaurs are obviously
better and cooler than one. At least, that is what he tells his mama.
He finds that the same is true with friends too. He’s
had Archie since day one. Their parents were ecstatic to learn they would have
sons the same age, able to carry on the lifelong friendship that F.P. and Fred
held. They are inseparable, and Jughead wonders why anyone would need more than
one best friend, unless they were a really bad best friend.
He used to frown at the thought. Archie could never be
a bad friend.
Now though, he sits in a small chair, nervously
swinging his short legs back and forth. They don’t quite reach the ground, no
matter how far forward he sits in his chair. He needs a distraction, so he
stretches one leg out, tongue poking out of his mouth as he tries his hardest,
but the ground is still too far away for him to reach.
So is Archie.
There is a messy mop of bright red hair across the
room, bobbing up and down with excitement. It only makes Jughead miss his
friend more. He wants to share that happiness, but instead he only feels dread.
The classroom is bigger than the trailer he lives in
with his parents and baby Jellybean, but it still feels too small in
comparison. There are so many kids that Jughead doesn’t know, and even though
he pinky promised his mom he would try to make friends, he only wants the one
he already has. He misses the day’s when he and Archie could play together for
hours, and they didn’t have to follow rules or introduce themselves to all
He’s insecure, but at his age he can’t put a name to
the sour taste that enters his mouth and the tears that brim his eyes as his
bottom lip trembles with the urge to cry. Most of the other kids have normal
names, like Reggie and Kevin, or Cheryl and Archie, and although Jughead never
worried about his name before, he heard all the kids laugh at the little boy
named Moose, and by now he’s smart enough to know that his own is even
His savior comes in the form of a whirlwind of blonde
hair, green eyes and a high-pitched voice that brings him down from the edge of
tears he is perched on.
“Hi I’m Elizabeth but all my friends call me Betty so
you can too now that we’ve met!” She’s too loud and too close for his liking,
but she smells like the vanilla cupcakes his mama made the night before to
celebrate him going into kindergarten, and he can’t help but lean in even
He blinks a few times once he realizes that she was
talking to him, and carefully mumbles a reply while facing the ground. “My name
When he looks up again, she looks confused and this is
what he was worried about. The tears flood his eyes within seconds and he wants
to curl into a ball like he does with Hot Dog at home whenever he gets sad. But
Hot Dog isn’t here and neither are his mama and daddy and Archie is too far way
for him to call out to. Even little Jellybean would be better than any of these
people, and all she does is smell bad and cry.
“Sorry! I didn’t hear you very well, can you say your
name again?” She’s in his face again, and Jughead gets a good look at her.
There’s a sparkle in her eyes and he remembers his mama’s words earlier. Be
kind Juggie, and other’s will be too.
She also told him he was a smart boy (and his chest
had puffed up a little in pride at these words) and this girl, Betty, is being kind so he assumes she
must also have a mama who said the same thing.
“It’s Jughead.” He says while sitting taller, forcing
a watery smile onto his face.
“That’s such a cool name! Betty is so boring but it’s
alright because that’s what my mommy named me and she knows best because she’s
the smartest mommy I’ve ever had!”
He can’t believe she didn’t think his name was funny,
and he sits quietly. Even Archie had laughed a little when he first started
using it. Now you have a silly real name and a silly nickname! Jughead
doesn’t think he was trying to be mean, but now the memory hurts a little in
comparison to Betty’s reaction.
Jughead is brought back into focus when he realizes
the teacher has reached his table to introduce to the rest of the class. A girl
named Midge goes first, then another named Josie. The teacher barely has time
to point to Betty before she takes a deep breath and a stream of words that
Jughead can barely understands leaves her mouth.
“Hi I’m Elizabeth Cooper but you can call me Betty and
I’m so excited to finally be in Kindergarten and this is my new friend
Jughead!” She practically falls out of her seat with excitement and giggles
rack her small body as she slaps a hand over her mouth and gives a muffled
shriek. Her blond curls are bouncing and Jughead is mesmerized by her already.
“Sorry I’m just so excited I couldn’t hold it in!”
He looks down at his shirt and sees the two dinosaurs.
This is the second time she’s referred to him as her friend since they got
here, and he thinks that if two dinosaurs are better than one, it only makes
sense that two friends are better than one as well. And he’s a smart boy, so it
must be true.
“Well, Miss Betty, your friend might have wanted to
introduce himself today.”
His feels warm with affection for the bouncing blonde
sitting next to him, and he thinks that the teacher is right. He does want to
share his name after all.
Tomorrow is the first day of sixth grade, which
consequently means that it is the first day of middle school as well.
Jughead doesn’t think that this means anything special,
but from her place next to him at the kitchen table, Betty insists that
everything changes once you start middle school. He shrugs with indifference
since he gave up arguing with her years ago.
He’s found that
she is usually right anyways.
“We’re going to a whole new school, and new kids from
different elementary schools will be there too. We’ll have new teachers, and we
have to go to six classes now instead
of one. Can you believe that? Six classes!”
She is breathless from ranting, and so is Jughead, but
for a different reason altogether. She’s been talking about sixth grade all
break, and the excitement she feels has become too much for her to contain, and
it spills out like the sticky overflowing sodas they shared with Archie all
summer long. Her hands move as rapidly as her mouth does, and he can’t decide
which one to focus on first. Which ones he likes better.
He’s nervous though, because if what she says is true,
there is a chance Betty will make better friends than Jughead and suddenly he
isn’t hungry for Alice Cooper’s famous mac and cheese anymore. He just wants
He gave up long ago on being Archie’s only friend,
because the boy was too outgoing to be glued to Jughead’s side 24/7. He never
worried though, because the red-head remained as loyal as ever to his best
friend, and Jughead would always be his first choice. 11 years of life had
taught Jughead that people come and go, but over 10 years of friendship with
Archie had taught him that they were brothers, and family never leaves you
(Soon he will learn that this is not necessarily true,
and that as usual, Betty is right. Everything changes when you least expect
Betty is different though. She listens to Jughead’s
problems and gives him better advice than anyone else could. She’s held his
hand through elementary school and all the insecurities it brought him growing
up. He’s never had a friend as caring and warm as Betty, and doesn’t think that
he ever will again if he loses her.
get what you give Juggie. He grew up in the
trailer park with this mentality, surrounded by men and women who protected his
family because his father had done the same.
(His mom will tell him this again a year later when
she leaves for the last time. You get what you give Juggie, but sometimes
what you give isn’t good enough.)
He’s never lived the same life she does, white picket
fences with enough money for food and more. His family has lived paycheck to
paycheck, and his father jumps from job to job. It’s been hard on him even
though he doesn’t like to show it. But it becomes inevitable once Betty has
solidified her place in his life that she will learn about his fears and
worries about his family’s stability, something no 11 year old should be
And still she had stayed by his side, their friendship
only growing stronger with time. Archie might be his brother, but Betty is his best friend.
(Most people would say that a brother is closer than a
best friend, but brothers are obligated to stay with you by blood or law, a best
friend chooses to do so.)
He’s been there for her as well, and right now he
thinks that should be enough for her to stay. He protected Betty from bully’s
and let her cry on his shoulder whenever she needed to. He held her hand during
scary movies, in the hoped that her nails would dig into his hands instead of
her own. He always told her she was beautiful whenever she asked about clothes,
or when she started wearing makeup over the summer, because she asked for his
Jughead gives the type of love he is desperate to get.
So, when the first day of school comes, he is more
nervous than he’s ever been on first days, even though he enters with his two
friends at his sides like every year before. He sits with Archie at lunch,
since Betty has a different lunch period. His friend spends the entire time dreaming
out loud about the new girl, Veronica, and how gorgeous and confident she is.
Jughead spends the entire lunch mourning the absence of green eyes and sunshine
The rest of the day flies by, and before he knows it,
he is walking towards his last class of the day, the one he has with Betty. His
stomach feels weird and a sour taste enters his mouth, but this time he can
name it easily. He’s nervous to see her, although he still isn’t quite sure
He spots the new girl right away, dark hair, a wide
smile, pearl necklace and navy blue dress. He thinks she’s over dressed for
sixth grade, but bites his tongue to keep that thought in.
Jughead doesn’t have time to even consider that Betty
might want to sit with her new friends instead of him before she comes flying
through the door and straight to the table he is sitting at. He is lost in the
scent of vanilla and the flowery perfume she made him go shopping with her for,
and he finds himself in the waves of her hair and the feel of his arms around
her small waist.
Betty has stuck around for the past six years, and in
this moment Jughead knows she’ll be around for the next six, if not more. He
has time to figure out what this feeling is. For now, though, he’s content that
he feels it for Betty and no one else.
It’s the first day of their last year together in high
Jughead feels his chest tighten uncomfortable at the
thought. He’s made it this far and four years ago he never would have guessed
it was possible. He was swept up in the tornado of his family that was years of
built up pressure and stress and managed to come out alive and fighting. He
doesn’t want to leave the little bubble he’s blown around himself for protection,
but bubbles are weak and the end of this year will be the needle that pops it.
For the meantime, he has so many things to be thankful
for. A father figure in his life, a brother returned to his side, and a light
to guide him through the darkness of his own mind.
They are simple things that most people are born with,
but these were made for him. Forged by the challenges he’s faced and the same
pressure that broke him and then turned him into a diamond.
Fred took him in like his own son after his father
went to jail. Even though Jughead will always love and rely on his real father,
there are some things you can’t provide from the cold hard floor of a prison
cell. He has a home with the Andrews, and he works for Fred to repay him,
because you can’t pay for food and shelter with kindness.
After a rift in their friendship, he and Archie only
came out stronger. They both needed to work on things, and now they know each
other better for it. It takes time, but Jughead forgives him, because he has
learned that sometimes you give without expecting anything in return.
But he would not be where he is today without Betty
Cooper by his side. She hopped on for the wildest ride of her life and held on like
he was the only thing keeping her alive, when in reality it was the other way
around. She fought for him, for his family, and for things he didn’t know he
was even allowed to want. His heart wanted to burst whenever he thought about
her, and how she led him through the darkest part of the night until he could
see the sunlight.
He doesn’t think he’s ever loved a person so fiercely,
didn’t think it was possible growing up. He never believed he deserved to love
and be loved the way he is by Betty.
But she proved him wrong again, like she always does
whenever he’s in a bad place. She tells him that there are things worth waiting
for, and even though she isn’t perfect herself, he’s never met someone so
genuine and rich with love to give. Betty Cooper might not be perfect, but his
eyes, perfection was Betty Cooper.
She shares the darkness with him, has taken a weight
off his shoulders and consequently put it on her own, but they carry it
Jughead thinks back to the year before this, where he
once stood in the same exact spot. He walked the streets of The Southside alone
while Betty left the city for the summer and while Archie had left him. He went
to Southside High that year, neither of his friends by his side, and pleaded
with time to speed up. It didn’t, but eventually those puzzle pieces fell into
place and he was thankful for the time he had.
Now, he is here again, staring up at Riverdale High desperately
hoping that time will slow down so he can enjoy this life he lives in the
moment. It won’t, and soon the first bell will ring. Before he knows it the
first week, then month, then semester will be over, and the rest will follow in
the blink of an eye.
He tends to live life like this, anticipating the
future instead of appreciating the present, but with Betty he wants to focus on
the past as well.
It’s not the bell that shakes him out of his reverie,
but a soft tug by a small hand on his jacket sleeve. “You ready to do this
He looks down at her and his fingers itch with the
need to touch. To cup her jaw and run a finger over the soft lips that sing
music in his ears. To run his fingers through her hair and keep his overworked
and over worried hands busy.
He settles for dropping his arm and slipping his
calloused fingers through her soft ones. He runs a finger over her nails and is
glad to find they are long, but the scars on her palms are older as this
“I think I am, are you?”
“Of course Juggie, we’ve made it this far and I’m not
going to stop here for anyone but you.”
“I’ve waited a long time for this moment Betts, I
wouldn’t want to do it without you.” God,
he loves her so much.
They walk through the halls before she speaks again,
and they stand outside her homeroom. Jughead will be late to his own, but one more
minute with Betty is worth more than thousands of detentions.
“I’ll meet you outside by the truck after school,
okay?” Her earnest eyes are aimed up at him through thick lashes, and he thinks
they too are worth more than the emeralds they mimic.
“I’ll be waiting for you there.” He’d been waiting for
her his whole life, and when she was ready, she gave him more than a lifetime
of happiness just by being there for him, with him.
Her gaze is intense in a dizzying way, just like she
is. His eyes drop from hers to the plush lips that helped heal his wounds, and
he leans forward a fraction of an inch. The scent of vanilla lingers, but he recognizes
it as the scent of home.
When their lips meet, it’s gentle, like she had been
with him at his most fragile. After a moment, she signs, and melts into his
grip on her waist. Their lips move against each other and Jughead feels warm
and fuzzy. He’ll never get used to the feeling of having this part of her, but
for them, each kiss is like the first. It feels exciting and new.
After school, she beats him to FP’s beat up old truck.
He spots her immediately when he steps out of the building, and watches for a
moment in awe. The sun shines one her golden skin and she has never looked more
like the angel that she is.
It’s been a long day, and he craves the feeling of
being wrapped up in her arms. She looks up as he strides over to her and
immediately understands, setting her things in the bed of the truck and opening
He just hugs her for a moment, breathing in her
comfort and loving the feeling of how she fits like a puzzle piece against his
“You ready to go home Jug?”
He takes another deep breath and mumbles against her
ear, “I’m already there.”
"life is not perfect and it never will be. you just have to make the very best of it and you have to open your heart to what the world can show you. sometimes it's terrifying and sometimes it's incredibly beautiful, and i'll take both, thanks."
"never apologize for how you feel. no one can control how they feel. the sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. the rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. feelings just are."
"it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. i hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, i hope you have the strength to start all over again."
"stop planting flowers in the yards of people who won't water them."
"i began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. lukewarm is no good."
"do not run from emptiness. it is your life ridding itself from the mess it’s collected. once you are empty, begin filling it with good things."
"overthinking is the biggest cause of our unhappiness. keep yourself occupied. keep your mind off things that don’t help you. be optimistic."
"you've got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate."
"spend your life doing strange things with weird people."
"we tend to forget that baby steps still move us forward."
"do not try to be pretty. you weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty.'"
"something will grow from all you are going through. and it will be you."
Adrien Agreste has always worked to keep a schedule. Even when he is late, it’s planned, he has a reason, he is prepared.
Just once, Adrien Agreste was nearly too late. Just once, Chat Noir was completely unprepared.
Running, leaping, falling, and praying, Chat Noir flips over a building turret, hoping, needing to not be too late. The people of Paris see a black blur streaking towards the Notre Dame, or they would have were they not fleeing in fear, away from the vaunted cathedral.
He’s opposite the Notre Dame, the only thing in his way the glittering Seine. Most days, he would be fascinated with its beauty. Today, all he can focus on is the whirl of reds and blacks and purples, clashing in a horrible dance atop one of Paris’ most coveted tourist spots.
Just for a moment, the dance slows. Just for a moment, Adrien sees his ethereal Ladybug.
Bruises of every color litter her skin, her flashy crimson suit worse for the wear. There’s blood flowing from her left ear and Adrien feels a fury rise in him, realizing how close Hawkmoth was to stealing the Ladybug Paris treasured. With the fury comes a crushing sense of guilt. Here a villain with aspirations of world domination, a man who craved nothing but the downfall of the admired teen superheroes, a monster, had been planning his great finale.
And, where was Adrien?
In Spain, on vacation, enjoying Nathalie’s lilted Spanish and the cacophonous streets of Madrid.
He had been taking a jovial stroll in the Plaza Mayor while Ladybug, sweet Ladybug, was calling out to him, asking for help from her other half, trusting him to be there.
Adrien remembered, seeing her face plastered across an LED screen, “Una tragedia en Francia.” A tragedy in France.
He had run. Ran and leaped and fallen and prayed.
Please. Please let me not be too late.
Now, Chat Noir zeroes in on his partner, using his baton to leap the Seine and skirting up the side of the Notre Dame with ease, landing a flying kick to Hawk Moth’s chest as the corrupt Miraculous holder gets a little too close to Ladybug for his liking.
With the villain busy reeling, he whips towards his beloved where she’s frozen, startled. Then she’s moving, but not in a good way. Up close, he can see it’s much worse than he’s thought originally. She’s bruised, bloody, and beaten, and she’s tired. He can see in those beautiful blues how exhausted she is, having to transform and release over and over and over again. Over and over with no one to help her. Because he wasn’t there.
She moves, and Adrien watches as Paris’ femme fatal collapses on herself, fatigued muscles finally giving out. No doubt, she’d been running on adrenaline for quite some time now, and he was her relief. The energy she had been forced to maintain drained out of her and then she was falling, but this time, he was there to catch her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats it like a mantra into her hair as he holds her to him as gently as possible, “I wasn’t even here, wasn’t here to support you, to fight with you, to protect you when you needed it most, I’m-”
“Shh, kitty, don’t apologize.”
The world around them is burning but she is calm and collected. She is a hero.
“But I have to. I wasn’t here, Ladybug, and now look at you, you’re hurt, you’re-”
She cuts him off a second time, and this time she’s smiling. Her lip is split and there’s a scratch across her cheek but she’s smiling.
“Listen to me,” her hands come up to cup his face, “This is not your fault. Okay? It’s not. There is no way you could have known, Chat Noir. I was just lucky enough to be around.”
She laughs then, rusty and mingled with a cough, but there’s love and trust and happiness in it and Adrien kind of really wants to cry. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a final showdown taking place on the Notre Dame. Just a few miles away, civilians are enjoying the Louvre without much cause for distress. But to Chat Noir and Ladybug, their whole world is this ancient Gothic cathedral. Everything ends here. The big boss battle, as Nino would call it. Except this is real life and they don’t respawn if they die.
“It’s going to be okay, kitty. I know what’s going to happen, what you have to do, she told me, Tikki told me. It won’t be easy, but you’re going to do it Chat Noir. Paris needs you to. I need you to. I believe in you.”
It’s fond and confusing, but then Ladybug is closing her eyes and Adrien feels the panic rising in his throat. No, no, no, not her, not her-
There’s a soft glow at her feet, and Adrien watches, unable to move, as Ladybug becomes Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A small part of him is glad, glad its her, he had begun to see the signs and hoped against all hope it was her. Wonderful, clumsy, kind-hearted Marinette, with a penchant for sass, though only around his alter ego. There had been something so Ladybug about her, and as he had become closer to her as both Adrien and Chat Noir, he had become almost certain.
Now, Chat Noir wishes it wasn’t her. Wishes it wasn’t Marinette’s body he was holding in his arms. The panic consumes him until his ear flutters, and he hears the telltale thump of her heartbeat, and relief slackens his body. His attention is taken by a weak squeaking by his ear, and he turns to see a wide-eyed, beat up looking, crimson Plagg. Marinette’s kwami. Before he can speak, she’s cutting him off. In a different situation he’d laugh at how alike both kwami and holder were.
“There isn’t time to explain, but Marinette most likely told you something. Her body can’t take another transformation, but I have just enough energy left for one more. You need to let me into your Miraculous. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what Chat Noir and Ladybug were meant for. This is the power of the two most powerful Miraculouses.”
It’s a lot to take in and Adrien honestly doesn’t understand, but he nods, setting his shoulders. He will avenge Marinette, and he will beat Hawk Moth. For the both of them. For the world.
He holds his ring hand out to the tired kwami, who takes a deep breath before diving head on, into his ring. For a moment, she simply disappears. Then Adrien feels it, the soft tingling and a buildup of, of something, a feeling. His suit begins to change, ebony fading to a pretty violet, golden whorls interspersed evenly. He feels his claws grow sharper, metallic gold, and gauntlets rise to encase his forearms. His baton alters as well, the ends tapering off to a point. At his hip, rests a yo-yo, similar to the one his partner is famous for.
As the transformation completes, Adrien recognizes the emotion welling within him. Protectiveness. Ladybug is creation, Chat Noir is destruction. Together, they are protection from all evils that threaten the people they love.
Light glints off the tip of his gauntlet as Adrien Agreste storms towards the moth who flew too close to the light, eyes blazing gold.
author’s note - so while i do think it’s probably going to be mari who does the whole chat noir/ladybug combination jazz and i love that, i think it would work really well for adrien too? we’ve seen the lengths he has gone to to protect ladybug(he died for goodness’ sake) and i thought it would be interesting to write! thanks for reading :)
For this, I have thought very hard before even attempting to write. The last thing I want to do is cause offense to anyone but I am one who tries to avoid trouble in all forms. Feel free to message me over anything. This post may lose followers, may gain followers. Who knows? And who cares? Should you unfollow over it, I wish you well. Its your choice. Also I’d like to stress that this is all my opinion on things and I know some will agree, some will not. We are all human beings and therefore we cannot please everyone. For every lover of what we say or do, there will always be a hater. So to answer the question “Why post something if you know its not all correct?” I answer with this. Its just an opinion. Opinions are both right and wrong depending on the topic of choice. Even within facts we can find lies and even within lies we can find facts, hence the term ‘half truths’ or exaggerations if you will.
Whats the point of this post anyway? Well, from what I have been told and what I have seen, there has been a lot of drama going on. Not just in RP (where it belongs) but overall drama. Recent example is the Aretha Franklin thing that happened. I won’t name names nor will I tag anyone but I want to make it clear that the post in question was made with love. And its personally one of my favourite Bowie moments. We stated that it wasn’t right that she appeared to snub him. I believe she didn’t mean to hurt his feelings but failed to think about how he might have been feeling. Anyway, that said, I have also seen recently how some people aren’t keen on Iman. Therefore they don’t wish to have pictures of her on their blog. Me personally? I’m not keen on her or Angie. Do I still have pictures on my blog? Yes. But that is my choice. Now there are anons asking a blogger the same question over and over again (albeit differently worded ever so slightly) and to quote Mod Bowie I just think it has to stop now. One of the phrases I always use is “Why bother asking a question you already know the answer to?”
Your blog is your blog and it should remain so. So long as its not hateful or hurtful, you should be able to post and reblog whatever you wish. Without people questioning it too much. This site has a lot of drama including (though I won’t go into it) Sexualities, genders, race and don’t get me started on politics! But as far as the Bowie fandom goes, there’s far too much drama. It never used to be this way not from how I remember it. We come on here to pay tribute to a great man who has helped us all in many ways, similar and different. Pictures get posted and reposted. A very wonderful person pointed out to me that they’re all online and therefore public domain. Though I do agree that its kinda silly to repost when you can just reblog. But over all we’re here to celebrate David Bowie. Shouldn’t really matter how we do so. And as someone else pointed out, not liking Iman does not make you any less a Bowie fan. We all have favourite periods of his career but that doesn’t mean we don’t love the rest of it. Like with me, I love Diamond Dogs/Thin White Duke era best but man, I can’t say no to Ziggy nor could I shy away from Reality if I tried. The bottom line is while there is clearly a love that grows more and more every day for a wonderfully talented performer, there is also a strange kind of dark cloud (for lack of a better description) growing over us too because of all this drama.
Lets all just love Bowie in all the wonderful ways we do! Pictures, gifs, RP no matter how so, you be you and only post what you want! So long as nothing hateful is said about this person or that person in his life, there really shouldn’t be so much craziness like there seems to be. To quote Station To Station “Its too late to be hateful!”