Question, what do you do with old asks that people send a while ago (like during pairing week or when you posted a list of starters)? Do you delete them? or do they get filled? I know I've sent in a few that never got filled, and I'm just wondering what happened to them. (Not expecting you to fill them or anything, just thought an 'explanation' might be nice.)
If it’s not posted and it’s been over a week, it’s probably gone. If they were sent when prompts were closed or the wrong ship at that time, I didn’t even read them bc I just have a thing about prompts and organizing. I mentioned earlier that I deleted a few asks and if you don’t see one you sent this weekend within a couple days, it was deleted please don’t resend
Request: Childhood bffs, Harry and Y/N. Y/N warns Harry about the gold diggers of girlfriend he has and he goes off on her.
“Harold, get your lanky, long legs off of me.” You groaned, attempting to push his legs from your lap.
“Rub my toes.” Harry giggled, wiggling his toes in your face, making you squeal and push his feet away, turning your face the other way.
Harry continued to giggle, removing his legs from you before wrapping his body around yours like a baby gorilla. “Admit that I’m the bestest best friend in the world.”
“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God, I will post that picture of you sleeping with Niall’s feet in your face.”
Upon hearing the threat, Harry instantly removed his body with a groan.
“Y/N! You told me you deleted that.” He whined, propping his legs on his coffee table.
“I also told you that you were the best Styles.” You shrugged jokingly.
“Heeey!” Harry elbowed you.
You laughed, resting your head on his lap, humming in satisfaction as he stroked your hair.
“Oh! I forgot to mention earlier, I’m letting Les meet my mum and Gemma this week.” Harry informed you.
You bolted up, looking at him in pure surprise. “You’re what now?”
He chuckled confusingly. “Letting Les meet mum? And Gem?”
You chuckled humorlessly, rolling your eyes. “Of course you are. How long have you two been together, again? A week?”
“Hey, why the sudden bitterness? You said you liked her.”
“No, no, no,” You shook your head, raising your hands up defensively. “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words into my mouth.”
Harry’s feet were put on the ground, sitting up. “What’s your problem, Y/N?”
“My problem is that this is going too fast. It always is, Harry! You take them to meet your family, do everything to please them then boom,” You made an explosion gesture with your hands for emphasis, “They’re using you,” You said. “Just can’t handle long distance relationship.” You mocked in a high pitched tone the excuse that the previous girlfriends of your best friend had said.
“I think this one is ser-”
“Oh, hop off, Harry. You’re too nice.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “She literally whines when you tell her she can’t tag along to an event full of celebrities, Harry!” You shook your head in disbelief.
“What the fuck are you trying to say, Y/N?” Harry’s jaw tensed, glaring at you.
“I’m saying that lovely Les is using you.”
“Oh really? You think she’s some gold digger?” Harry stood up, crossing his arms over his chest.
You nodded, standing up. “Look, I only want the best for you a-”
“Well maybe it’s the best if you leave.”
Your mouth closed in surprise, eyebrows rising. “Wh-What?”
“You heard me. Let me live my life which apparently you think you understand too well. Let me live my life which is full of gold diggers.” Harry said sarcastically, shooting daggers at you.
“Are you seriously letting go of 19 years of friendship over a gi-” You were asking in disbelief, tone rising a tad at the shock.
“Yes, Y/N! Just,” He sighed, “Just go.”
You stayed quiet for a moment, fighting the urge to cry before nodding. “Fine.” You walked past him, intentionally bumping his shoulder. Right as your hand hovered the door knob, you turned back to look at him. “I-” You paused, looking at Harry who didn’t bother to even turn to look at you. “Yeah, forget it.” You muttered, shaking your head disappointingly before walking out the door.
I’M GOING TO WRITE A SECOND PART TO THIS AND IT’S GOING TO BE GOOD (i hope so). Let me know what you think! x
Okay, so some of my earlier chapters to certain fics were not posted onto this blog, but on my old blog, which is now deleted. Because of this, I am going to link all my fics to AO3, which, truthfully, is where I prefer people to read them anyway. I apologize if you disapprove, but it’s just easier that way.
So, just know, the links below will redirect you there.
all of my bughead fics
“His hand gives an awkward pat to her shoulder as her fingers grip the lapels, a shy smile spreading across her face like the pretty pink flush on her cheeks. “Thank you, Jughead.” Betty says softly, pushing her arms through the sleeves and tugging the jacket tight around her.” [au]
“A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance.“ [nsfw, au]
“The words stare at her with mocking. They stare at her, yelling the truths she’s thought time and time again in her mind, “Those Coopers—they’re crazy.” [post 1x05]
three words:“Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of.” [nsfw]
assumptions: “Betty’s blue eyes move rapidly over his face, watching his lips spew words that shift the ground beneath her like a black hole. The surety he has in his assumptions make her furious, and she’s suddenly glaring at him with pursed lips.” [jealous!juggie, au]
“What was happening? The panic inside her was heightening—webbing itself into the deepest part of her veins and seizing the very basic function of what Jughead was asking her to do. She can’t breathe.” [post 1x06]
“Almost like an epiphany, she saw him—really saw him. Like sunlight peeking out from foggy mist, he was clarity, pure and true. She opened her eyes and he was new before her, yet… the same.” [slight nsfw]
stars: “Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet.” [nsfw]
hunger pains:“Jughead,” Betty begins, startling him as he spins around, spatula in hand. She folds her arms over her chest and raises a brow. “It’s two in the morning.” Jughead grins before turning back to his food, clicking the volume from his phone down as he shrugs. “I’m hungry.” [au]
“For a moment, the fleeting discovery that she’s actually quite stunning in her candid genuity breaches his thoughts before he quickly pushes that feeling down. ” [au]
drop in the ocean: “She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin.” [nsfw]
“Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is.” [miscarriage, angst]
red lipstick:"She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss.” [comics-ish au]
“Her hair just does something to him.” [short oneshot, nsfw]
touch me, tease me: “Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.” [very nsfw]
“Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.” [zombie au]
stranger than fiction: "If he weren’t so perplexed and shaken by what was happening, he may have thought she was pretty. But, if she was a figment his imagination, then of course she’d be pretty. He’d imagined her—no! He wasn’t imagining her.“ [supernatural au, brief hiatus]
dust to dust: “Betty’s head snaps over toward the boy, his lanky form leaning over his patio with the cigarette hanging from his fingers. Her stomach turns strangely at the way the moonlight highlights his features, accentuating his cheekbones and the inky black hair that falls over his eyes in soft curls.
He raises a brow at her and takes a deep drag of his cig before continuing. “Welcome to Riverdale.” [very au]
“She’d been devastated when Jughead suggested they take some time apart, of course she had—but… somewhere in her mind, she’d been so sure in believing this was nothing but a small hurdle for them.” [au, nsfw]
feels like home:
“Bringing his knuckles to his lips, Jughead stares out into the traffic with a content look. He was ready to go home.” [future-fic]
lost and found: “Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had.” [future-fic, au]
to build a home:
a series of one-shots in the universe of "lost and found” [domestic bughead]
thus, with a kiss: “He’s the lowly servant, she is the daughter of a nobleman…they are so different, so achingly different, he forces himself to remember this is the right decision, however wrong it may feel."
out of nowhere: "Jughead thinks of the song that came on when she’d said yes to their date. It had been the one she’d sang when he was first injured, and it had been the song that was playing when he stood outside the hospital, healed and discharged, ordered to return to duty.” [wwii au]
Earlier today, I did something that received a lot of backlash and with good reason. It was wrong and insensitive for me to talk about something that’s happening in real life and use something that is supposed to be light hearted, fun, and loving as a vehicle to raise awareness about this issue. Even worse was to drag the fandom into this painful situation.
And I am going to name it: I mentioned and used the anime series, Yuri on Ice to raise awareness of the extreme homophobia and treatment of gays in Russia. In the post, I tactlessly and poorly pointed out how unrealistic the official couple, Viktuuri, would be due to the current nature of Russia in real life in regards to their stance on Same Sex relations. To finish, I used this relationship as a reason to protest against the homophobia there.
It was wrong of me to do that.
At that time of posting, I was mindless and impulsive. I heard about the news of what is happening on Tumblr and my thoughts were to spread that news in a fandom, which I personally am a part of, as the issue of same-sex relationships are also a major part of the story. I made the connection, hoping this would further highlight the homophobia in Russia, and raise awareness.
Instead, I received a harsh reminder from the tumblr community to keep these two things separated. I was told to delete my account, that they are not real people, that my behaviour went too far, and that the problems were real and I shouldn’t have taken it so lightly when responding to it.
And you are all right about that.
I am regretting what I have done and I don’t expect anyone here on tumblr to forgive or accept my apologies for what I have done.
So, I want to say how sorry I am for what I did earlier today.
I took down the post, but I am here to tell you that it did happen earlier today at 10:30-ish GMT+11 time.
And as for deletion of this account, there are too many happier memories of Tumblr in it, so I will not delete this account. I don’t want this disaster destroy my love for this platform. It raises awareness of so many issues, has beautiful fandoms and artwork, and many wonderful people on it.
I hope that this is enough for everyone.
TL;DR- I am regretting what I did earlier, and I am sorry for my impulsive and mindless actions. I will not take this account down, but I have deleted the post. This apology post will stay just to clear things up.