i can't seem to get a grip

19 years later...
  • Ron: So that's little Scorpius.
  • Harry: Yes. He's quite adorable, actually.
  • Ron: How would you know?
  • Harry: He comes to our house a lot... to play with Albus.
  • Ron: He does?
  • Harry: Yeah. Draco usually accompanies him... to play with me.
  • Ron: Draco? Since when do you call him Draco? And what do you mean, 'play'?
  • Harry: Usually Quidditch.
  • Ron: Oh thank god! For a minute there I thought-
  • Harry: We usually do it in the shower afterwards.
  • Ron: WHAT?
  • Harry: *snickering* Ginny always chastises us for being too loud.
  • Ron: *turning to Ginny* How can you be okay with this?
  • Ginny: *shrugs* Who am I to stand in the way of true love?
  • Draco: *walking up to them* Potter!
  • Harry: Malfoy! *starts making out with him passionately*
  • Ron: *just stares*
  • James: Bloody buggar! Dad is making out with Mr. Malfoy... again! Guys, it's been like ten minutes since you last snogged! Get a grip!
  • Albus: Come on, Dad! Not on the platform.
  • Lily: Mum, I think it's time you found a boyfriend, too. Dad seems really happy.
  • Ginny: He really does, doesn't he, honey?
  • Ron: *still staring*
  • Draco: *grabs Harry's arse*
  • Ron: *getting close to a heart attack*
  • Me: *smiling contentedly* All was well.
You’re not alone

Sooo I got a request to write this (thank you!!) and here’s what came out.
<3

Summary: Jughead finding out Betty broke up with him because of the black hood. He climbs to her window. She’s shocked to see him. He tells her how much he loves her and how he’ll protect her and everyone. *sigh*

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Jughead was sitting in a booth at Pop’s when she entered the diner. It was the first time he’d seen her since Archie and he ‘talked’ a few days ago. The first time he let himself remember feeling like this, broken and empty.
Betty was right in front of him, and he felt his heart wrench in his chest. He thought he had it bad, but she looked like hell. Eyes red-rimmed and puffy, dark circles under them, walking slowly and hunched over, hoping nobody noticed her. Frankly, she looked like a ghost.
Jughead stared, not believing his own eyes. What happened to his Betty? to his usually bright and smiling girl? to his light in the darkness?
Before he knew it, he stood up and his legs carried him toward her.
“Betts”, the nickname came out of his mouth naturally and she turned around, eyes wide.
“Jug”, her voice was so low he barely heard her, “what are you doing here?”.
Betty looked at him and he realized she hadn’t expected to see him there. This was the northside and he had nothing holding him here, now that they’re broken up and he joined the serpents.
“I…”, he stammered, looking at her and remembering everything that transpired between them. This can’t be it, he thought. He knew her, inside and out, and there’s no way she wanted to do this. The way she looked told him he was right. She was a mess, just like he was. He knew when Archie came to see him that something was going on and he didn’t care that they were in the middle of the diner, he had to hear it from her.
“Betty…” he began, and her knees buckled, her body tumbling toward the floor. He rushed to her and caught her, holding her in his arms, looking her in the eye. Even when she was crying she was beautiful. She didn’t move, didn’t try to get away from him. She just stared back at him, and he took that as a good sign.
His hand raised to caress her cheek gently and she cried harder. At this point tears were running down Jughead’s face as well. He missed her, every second of the day. How did he let this happen? How did he not notice his girlfriend was distressed when they met at pop’s last week?
He tried again. “Betty, what’s going on? I miss you so damn much… I know you don’t want this, I know it. I know you. I know there’s something else going on here. Please, just talk to me. We can work this out, I know we can. I love you and I’m sorry if I haven’t been around much, but please…”, he was crying now too, both of them in deep sorrow, holding on to one another.
Betty has brought her hand to his cheek, wiping his tears away. “I’m sorry, Juggie. I know this doesn’t make any sense to you right now, but it will soon, I promise.”
“But why, Betty?”, his need to understand this making him more frustrated by the minute. His question seemed to spark something in Betty and she began to panic. She quickly released herself from his grip and started to mumble. “We can’t, Jug. We can’t, I have to go. He’ll see us, I can't…” and she ran off, leaving him staring after her in shock with one word echoing in his mind. He???

Archie. He was calling Archie. Jughead didn’t know what the hell was going on but one thing’s for sure. He was getting answers and he was getting them NOW.
Archie finally picked up and Jughead was yelling before he knew what was going on.
“Whoa, slow down man, I can’t understand a single word”, Archie said from the other end.
Jughead took a deep breath and started explaining. “I just saw Betty and she said ‘he’ would see us. Who’s 'he’, Archie? and don’t lie to me. Who is 'he’??? ”
Archie was quiet for a minute before speaking. “Come to my house at midnight, and make sure no one sees you. And Jug? I mean no one.”

Midnight came around and Jughead was pacing back and forth in Archie’s living room, trying to wrap his head around this. Veronica was sitting in the couch, in the same state of mind.
“So let me get this straight. The black hood’s been calling Betty and threatening her to cut all ties with me and Veronica or he’ll kill us?”
“Yes.” Archie was sitting with his head in his hands, exasperated.
Veronica had tears in her eyes. “Poor Betty. No wonder she lashed out at me like that”, she looked at both of them and Jughead saw the defiance set in her eyes. “What can we do?”
“Nothing, really”, came Archie’s reply. “The black hood knows where Polly is, where all of us are. Betty was being very clear she will do whatever it takes to protect the people she cares about. She will listen to him. That’s why she published that article about her mom, and cut her ties to both of you. She thinks it’s distracting him from killing people and that as long as she continues this, Riverdale will stay calm and quiet.”
“But at what cost…?” Veronica was whispering. “We can’t let her go through this alone. She already looks like the walking dead. Who knows what this psycho is going to ask her to do next?”.
Jughead couldn’t agree more. He couldn’t let his girl suffer like this. When he caught this black hood, he was going to kill him. He couldn’t believe what Betty had been through in the last couple of days. He wanted to scream. He wanted to see Betty, tell her he knows everything now, he will protect her, him and the serpents. They will catch this man and they will make him stop. He will do anything to make her feel safe again. That’s a promise he made to himself.
Jughead looked out the window and saw Betty’s light. She was home. His heart ached for her and he realized she was alone and miserable. But not anymore. He was going to end this.
He said goodbye to Archie and Veronica and left Archie’s house.

He came to the ladder that was laying against Betty’s window, thanking whatever gods that existed that it was still there. He didn’t think he could face Alice Cooper right now.
He climbed the ladder and looked through Betty’s window. She was lying on her bed, looking tiny in the blanket that’s covering her, crying her eyes out. Betty was tough and it took a lot to break her. Seeing her like this, his heart clenched in his chest and his heart was beating fast.
He knocked softly and saw her eyes coming to rest on him. She was shocked to see him. She got up from her bed, wiping her eyes, and moved to open the window and let him in. She was silent while Jughead entered her room. When he was standing in front of her, taking her in, she burst into tears.
He closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around her small frame tightly. Betty leaned into his touch, crying into his chest while whispering him name over and over again. “Jughead, Jughead”. He was stroking her hair and they stayed that way for a long time.
When she calmed down a little, Jughead raised her face to him and kissed her deeply, letting everything he had to say to her go into that kiss. She kissed him back through her tears and when they finally came up for air, she surprised him by smiling.
“I love you, Betty, and I know… I know what you’ve been going through. I won’t let him do this to you anymore, you hear me? He won’t get away. I’m going to protect you. Me and the serpents are going to catch him and you will be safe. Everyone will be safe.” He looked at her to make sure she understood him. Betty nodded, knowing that’s what he wanted from her. She knew he would figure it out. Ever since she slipped up at the diner, she knew he wouldn’t let this go until he found out the real reason for all of this.
“I love you, Juggie. I love you so much. Don’t ever doubt that. Nothing can make me love you less and I’m so sorry for everything I put you through. I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you and I… I…” she was beginning to panic and tears rolled down her face once again. Jughead led her to the bed, sat down and pulled her onto him gently, holding her close.
“Hey, hey… it’s ok. I know the truth now and I promise things are going to get better. You don’t have to go through this alone. You have me, you always did and you always will. Shhhh, everything will be alright. I’m here, I’m here”.
He held her for a long time, Betty’s head tucked into his neck, his arms circling her, his fingers tracing her back softly, until her eyes fluttered shut and she fell asleep in his arms.
Jughead looked at her, mesmerized by her every breath. He will do anything for her, so she will never experience anything like this again. He will never leave her side if that’s what it takes. She was his and he loved her with all his heart, all his being. And he knew she loved him too. They were perfect for each other and he smiled to himself. Who knew that this is where life would lead him?
Jughead waited until he was sure Betty was deep asleep and shifted gently to lay her down on the bed. She stuttered in her sleep, calling for him and he laid down beside her, tucking her against him. Her head came to rest on his chest, his arm circling her body once again as he pulled the blanket over both of them.
“I love you, Juggie”, she mumbled in her sleep and he kissed her forehead. She settled into him, falling back to sleep.
“I love you, Betty. More than anything in this entire world”, he whispered back to her, closing his eyes and falling asleep, feeling content for the first time in a long time.

In the morning, Alice Cooper would open Betty’s bedroom door to discover two teens sleeping in each other’s arms, smiling peacefully.

anonymous asked:

The little girl has been gripping the bed sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white. She was breathing sharply and her heart rapidly beating. It was like she was having a nightmare but she can't seem to wake up from it. Everything was so cold to her it felt like death. Then it got to the point where she started screaming. (I tried but you know who I am :})

*Luna jumped up so quickly reaching for Saint and calling her name, that was until doctors and nurses kicked her out. She fought back and tired to get to Saint.*

No. NO! SAINT!! SAINT PLEASE!! I LOVE YOU!! LET ME GO!! LET ME BE WITH HER!!

*randomly her vision went black and she passed out. Apparently, the docs gave Luna a sedative to calm her.
@saintokayweslay

aisutiazu  asked:

"I rarely see Hiei aroun with other people, are you a friend of his?"

her  first  thought  —————  she  was      BEAUTIFUL      ;      her  second ,    was  a  brief  instance  of      immeasurable      jealousy .          it  lasted  no  more  than  a  moment ,    because  she  knew  she  was  being      ridiculous      /      she  had  no  right  to  be      jealous ,    &      hiei  hardly  seemed  the  type  to  have  a      girlfriend  ————  not  that  it  was  even  any  of  her  business  if  he  did .

ooooh !          get  a  grip ,    will  you !           she  thinks  to  herself ,    an  embarrassed  flush  making  its  way  to  her  soft  cheeks .

with  a  shake  of  the  head ,    &      a  nervous  bubble  of  laughter ,    she  mutters ,          ‘     ah  ————  i  don’t  know  that      he      considers      me      a  friend ,    but  he’s  certainly  —————  a  special  friend  as  far  as  i’m  concerned .     ’          a  bashful  smile  graces  her  lips      &       she  holds  her  hand  out  to  her ,           ‘      i’m  usagi ,    by  the  way ,    it’s  nice  to  meet  you .          are  you  a  friend  of  hiei’s ,    too ?     ’

anonymous asked:

I've struggled with an eating disorder my whole life and it just keeps getting worse. Do you have any words of comfort or insight on this from a biblical stance? I can't seem to get a grip.

Hello lovely, 

You are loved. (Romans 5:8)

He loved you before you were even born. (Jeremiah 1:5)

You are beautiful, darling. You have no flaws. (Song of Solomon 4:7)

He knows the number of hairs on your head (Luke 12:7)

You are made in the image of God! (Genesis 1:27)

Your appearance doesn’t matter, what matters is your heart! (1 Peter 3:3-4)

You are remarkable and wonderful. (Psalm 139:14)

You are a new creation through Christ. (2 Corinthians 5:17)

He won’t forsake you, promise. ( 1 Samuel 12:22)

You are bought with a price. Glorify Him with your body (1 Corinthians 6:20)

The Lord is near to you. Call for Him.  (Psalm 145:18)

You confidence is found in the Lord, not in anyone else :) (Psalm 118:8)

Fill your mind with heavenly thoughts, don’t worry about things here on earth (Colossians 3:2)

God heals the broken hearted and binds wounds (Psalm 147:3)

Eating disorders are not physically, psychologically, or spiritually healthy. They result from a fallen world and a hurt human being. It is incumbent upon a you. Make sure you seek as much medical, psychological, and spiritual help as necessary to treat the problem. The journey to health and wholeness may be long, but Jesus has set Christians free (Galatians 5:1). The Holy Spirit has the power to break the bondage of eating disorders. If we are His in Christ, He makes that power available to us (Romans 8:9-11; Ephesians 3:20-21).

Praying for you, beloved! 

5SOS PREFERENCES #109: "BUT..."
  • Luke: "But, babe," Luke pouted like a child. "No 'but's Luke. There's no way I'm using that costume in public", you pointed to the computer screen, on which there was a picture of the kitten costume Luke wanted you to wear the the boys Halloween party, "Where did you even find this?! It looks like something that came off from a porn movie." "I was just googling and I cam across it", he sighed. "Yeah, sure", you giggled, pecking his cheek. "Please?", he tried again, looking at you with those irresistible blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Luke. But I'm not wearing that in front of everyone", you played with his hair, "Maybe when we're alone..." "Really?!", he stood up excitedly, like a little kid on Christmas day. "Maybe, yeah", you laughed and he took the computer away from you, purchasing the costume.
  • Ashton: "But, (Y/N)" Ashton whined, "I'm hungry." "Make yourself a sandwich," you sighed, too focused on your reading. "But it doesn't tastes as good as when you make it", he pouted. "That's a shame now, isn't it, Ashton?", you giggled. "I cannot believe you're going to let me starve!", he exclaimed. "Stop being a drama queen, Ashton," you laughed, "I just don't want to make you a sandwich right now." "You're the worst girlfriend ever!", Ashton child likely said. "Oh, really? You didn't seem to think that last night," you spat at him. "You know what? I just thought of something that always tastes really good when I'm eating it," he smirked, grabbing your feet and pulling you closer to him. "Ash," you giggled, wrestling to get out of his grip. "Nah-ah", he said, "I'm starving and you know just what I like to eat," he regained controls on your legs and pulled you closer and closer to him.
  • Michael: "But," Michael started. "No, Michael, we're not getting a puppy." "But, (Y/N), look at those eyes! We can't just leave it here! It's already attached to us", he argued. You knew coming to this adoption thing Michael had insisted was a stupid idea, but you came anyways. "Michael, we won't be able to take care of it." "We'll learn how to!", he said, picking it up, "It'd be just like practicing for a baby eventually." "You're not actually comparing that puppy to a baby, are you?", you said sternly. "C'mon, (Y/N). Please? I just want to be with a family that treats me well and loves me," he put the puppy in front of his face, mocking a possible voice for it. "Oh, God, Michael stop it," you giggled. "Who's Michael?", he continued, "I'm betting he's a hot boyfriend you might have. And I bet he'd love to take me home. Please, (Y/N), don't leave me here alone." "Oh, God, fine Michael", you rolled your eyes, taking the puppy in your arms, "We're taking you home, okay?", you told it in a high pitched voice.
  • Calum: "But... But," Calum tried to get out. "No 'but's, Calum, you lost the game," you smirked. It was actually Calum's idea that you should play 'too hot', and you were a little unsure at first. But, you figure that, even if you lost, you'd end up winning. "How did I lose it?!", Calum muttered to himself. "It was on the moment I bit your lip and you grabbed my bum, if you're wondering," you teased him. "Well, I guess I'm your slave now," he bit his lip, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing your chest to his. "That sounds nice," you giggled, playing with his hair, "I have to thing what I'm going to do with you now." "I can help you come up with a few ideas," he purred, running his nose along your jaw line. "Yeah? I'd like that, please," you bit your lip to repress a smile. "Let's begin, then," he smirked, pressing your lips together.

anonymous asked:

"Sherlock. Stop. Moving. Now!" pleaded John as he and 'the-great-idiot-detective' were hiding in a small cupboard. Of all the times to wear his tight khakis instead of his more roomy jeans, it wouldn't take long for Sherlock to deduce that it was not a Browning that was poking him. "I can't seem to get a signal, hand me your mobile," whined Sherlock reaching behind him for John's. John grabbed Sherlock's wrist just as Sherlock grabbed something hard that was /definitely/ not a mobile nor a gun.

John’s head fell against the back of the cupboard with an audible thunk. “Fucking hell.”

“Will you be quiet, for God’s–” Sherlock froze for a full second before he released his grip on John’s prick. The air in the small space went suddenly, horribly thick. “Sorry.”

John gritted his teeth. “Don’t say a word.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Good.”

“But–”

“Shut up, Sherlock.”

They were both silent for what seemed like an hour, but what was actually more like a minute. John opened his eyes again. A single strip of light pierced the darkness of the cupboard, slipping through the sliver of space between the door and the frame. Dust particles floated in and out of that beam, and John’s nose itched at the thought that he was inhaling that dust as well. His traitorous cock still ached between his thighs, damn it all. And oh, lovely: now his calf was cramping too, fuck.

He shifted underneath Sherlock, who promptly lost his balance and fell right into John’s lap.

Ow.”

“Shhh.” He could see Sherlock’s head tilt in the dim light. “Listen.”

John couldn’t think about anything other than the bizarre combination of sharp pain in his right calf and the heady ache of Sherlock’s arse pressed tightly against his cock. Christ. He took a steadying breath.

“What are we–” he began, and then Sherlock moved, practically ground up against him. John winced. “Could you not do that, please?”

“Do what?”

“You’re not that fucking naive, Sherlock.”

“If you’d just hand me your mobile, I could text Lestrade and let him know where we are.” There was a hint of humor in his voice. John wanted to strangle him.

He fished in his pocket and, after an awkward moment of maneuvering, managed to hand it over. Sherlock leaned forward enough to put a few centimeters of space between them while he tapped at the screen of the mobile, his face eerily lit in the darkness. There was a long silence, and then the mobile buzzed.

“On their way. It won’t be long now.”

“Great.” John’s relief was punctured by the realization that he’d likely have to face a half-dozen of the Met’s finest with a raging erection after being pressed up against Sherlock for half an hour. Maybe he’d suffocate before they arrived.

“I don’t mind, you know.” Sherlock’s voice was quiet, even.

“It was just a bit of friction. It happens.” It sounded idiotic even to his own ears. He’d never live this down. Ever.

“Of course. But even if it wasn’t…” Sherlock swallowed audibly.

Oh, God. This was something John had been avidly not thinking about, hadn’t even let himself entertain. The fact that Sherlock was bringing it up now, here, like this – well, John supposed he shouldn’t really be surprised.

“Do you really want to do this now? Have this discussion?”

Sherlock chuckled. “We’ve got nothing better to do for at least twelve minutes.”

John took a deep breath and exhaled smoothly. “All right, fine. You first.”

“Why me?”

“Because I got hard just at the idea of being locked up in a small space with you.”

“Point.” Sherlock leaned back again him again in the darkness, and John’s heart leaped in his chest. “Where should I begin?”

John pressed his nose into Sherlock’s hair and smiled.This would either be the biggest stroke of luck he’d ever hit or the worst thing that would ever happen to him. Only time would tell which.

Imagine...
  • you have your first run-in with the paps.
  • Luke: It's been two months since you last saw Luke, so naturally when you joined the boys on tour you and Luke wanted to sneak out for some alone time. Or what you thought would be alone time. You and Luke interlock fingers as you walk around a small town in Northern England. The streets are quiet, and as the wind blows he pulls you closer. "I'm so happy you're here, I needed to see you Y/N." You smile up at him as you make your way around a shop corner. "Luke! Y/N!" The two of you are suddenly blinded as it seems like cameras are flashing from every direction. Within seconds Luke and you are separated, and you helplessly spin in circles screaming as the paps close in- their voices getting louder and louder. Suddenly you feel a firm grip on your arm as you are pulled backwards. "Leave us alone you fucking pricks! Can't you see she's scared!" Luke screamed at the top of his lungs, as he wrapped his arms around you. He continues to yell as he pulls you away from the mayhem. In between his countless apologies you watch him take deep and long breathes, you've never seen him this angry. "It's okay, I'm okay Luke." "This isn't okay." He huffs as he walks in circles with his hands behind his head. "I just…I'm so sorry that happened to you." He states sadly as he pulls you into a tight hug.
  • Calum: "Are you sure you want to go shopping now?" Calum questioned as you and Ash's girlfriend were preparing for a day out on the town. "Yes" you laughed "I love being on tour with you but I'd also like to leave this hotel room." "I know, it's just those paps are everywhere.." He furrowed his brows together as you quickly kissed him. "I'll see you later!" You smile as you shut the door. The day went quickly and as the sun set you all decided that dinner was the best option. After yelping every restaurant in the nearby area you all decided on a cute up and coming italian place. Along the way to the restaurant you ran into a few fans and of course stopped and talked to them. It was because of these lovely people that Cal even had the opportunity to do what he loves. Yet suddenly you saw cameras flash in the distance, and within seconds paps had surrounded you and the girls. Frantic and unable to process what was going on you began to push through the crowd and run. By the time you looked up a car was barreling towards you. You screamed loudly as Ash's girlfriend pulled you back onto the sidewalk. Desperately you all got into the closest cab and rushed back to the hotel. Before getting out you all agreed not to tell the boys what had happened. "Y/N! Are you okay?? I told you that this wasn't a good idea! I have been sitting here sick about this. I read on twitter you were almost hit by a car? Never again. I shouldn't have let you go. I can't believe I could have lost you." Calum ran to you hysterical as you assured him everything was okay.
  • Ashton: You were acting like a gitty school girl the entire day. You were told this morning that the boys manager was able to get you floor seats to see them preform, and you couldn't contain your excitement. Everyone naturally assumes that because you date a band member you get great seats to every show. Sadly, you almost always end up watching from the wings where the view is almost always blocked by some unknown object. The opening acts finished, and you kissed Ashton goodbye telling him to have a great time. "Of course I will, because you're in the audience tonight." He shoots you his big dorky smile as you're cheeks light up. A year later and he still gives you butterflies. "Okay lets get you to your seat." A security guard states as he leads you out into the crowd and to the 5th row. Suddenly the girls around you begin to scream, and within seconds there's a small circle around you- iPhones waving in every direction. You smile as the security guard attempts to detain the situation, yet the tension mounts as girls try to climb the railing and seats to get a better glimpse. Before you can blink an eye the crowd closes in and you begin to hyperventilate, you never handled mobs of people well. "Ashton!" The girls begin to scream as you open your eyes. "Babe oh my god Y/N! Everyone please back up!" Ashton began to yell as he pulled you to safety. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't think this was going to happen. I need to tell them that this isn't okay, where is my phone. NO better yet I need to go on stage. You could have been hurt!" He stated frantically as he kissed you.
  • Michael: "Hi love! I've just landed, yep I'll see you soon Mikey. I know I'm so excited." You smiled as you hung the phone up. "Excuse me where is baggage claim 5?" You ask politely as the flight attendant pointed down the escalator and to the left. Your heart begins to race as it finally hits you that Mikey will be down there, smiling like an idiot. It feels like ages since you've seen him last and finally today was the day that you were going to be reunited. As you made your way down the escalator you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. "Yeah I'm coming love! Jeez." You laugh into the phone yet Mikey's tone wasn't as uplifting. "Some prick released to the press that I am in the airport. So I need you to meet me at exit 7 instead. I'm sorry." "Okay I got it babe, don't worry." This sadly happens all the time so you weren't surprised. Within seconds you see a large red illuminated number 5 and head over to grab your luggage. As you reach to pick it up you curse under your breathe, and state how this is the time when having Mikey around is useful. You begin to stroll through the airport slowly passing exit 5, then heading to exit 6. As you make your way past exit 6 you suddenly feel a tug on your bag and before you know it your face is pressed against the cold ground. You look around, disoriented and realize that the paps had not only found you but literally pushed you to the ground. "What the fuck do you think you're doing! Get away from her you pricks or I'll sue your fucking asses off, get away! Babe are you okay. Here let's get you out of here."