Even though it nearly drowned us in angst, we have to appreciate how healthy that conversation actually was.
“I swear to you, I wanted to tell you, I tried. And then you found that ring and I just couldn’t bear to ruin that happiness.”
~ he doesn’t dance around it, goes right for the truth, explains the situation and why he chose to act the way he did; that it was coming from a place of love.
“How could you do this?”
~ she asks with shock, and hurt. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about at first - he thinks she’s talking about killing her grandpa but what she’s really talking about is burning his own memories. The way she says it with a hint of concern, like even though she’s mad, she’s hurting for him because if he’s gonna resort to such drastic measures, this must be eating him up inside.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question, and all I can say is that I was a broken man for a very long time and I did horrendous things..”
~ THIS! LINE! IS! SO! IMPORTANT! Because he was a broken man and the fact that he recognizes that his deeds were horrendous proves how much he’s changed. And the fact that he’s sharing with her that he knows he was broken - ugh. Beautiful.
“I’m not talking about that I’m talking about this. You were about to burn your own memories why would you do that?”
~ Here the concern for him is even more prominent in her tone. It almost sounds like she’s going to cry. She’s so concerned that he was going to burn some part of his past, because she loves every part of him, including his wrongdoings.
“Because I was ashamed, Emma. And scared losing you and everything that matters to me.”
~ She is everything to him. He is terrified of losing her. Do I even need to say more like omg.
“You really think that would happen after everything we’ve been through?”
~ this is her having 100% confidence in what they have. They have made it through darkness and DEATH, and that proved to her that together they can do anything. She’s surprised and hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way. Why doesn’t he? is what she’s she’s wondering.
“How am I supposed to sit across from your mother and father at the table and look them in the eye after what I’ve done?”
~ He’s letting her know how guilty he feels. How he’s terrified he’ll be rejected. They’re just laying all their feelings on the table and it’s so healthy I can’t even
“I’m not saying it would be easy. You know them, you know they would forgive you, that’s who they are.”
~ She’s validating his feelings, saying yes, it will be a big hurdle. But then she also reassures him that he is loved so much but not just her, and that nothing he does or says will get him kicked out of their lives. Ever.
“This isn’t just about them, this is about me. I already destroyed my own family once and that was hard enough but knowing that I destroyed yours too, I just…I didn’t know how I could live with that.”
~ YESSSSSS Killian. This is about you. And that is perfectly okay like it is 1000000% okay for you to worry about yourself instead of everyone else (including Emma) for once. You need to heal and this is the way to start, by telling the woman that you love that this is how you feel and where your head is at. Good job precious pirate good job!
“You come to me Hook, and you lean on me, and you trust ME!”
~ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the knife-in-the-gut line. The most beautiful line in my opinion. Cause it came from the mouth of Emma Swan, who spent her life leaning on no one. Who, after Neal, had a necklace that she wore to remind her never to trust ANYONE. And now she has a life partner that she trusts so completely and has leaned on countless, countless times (When she was watching her mother die, when she almost froze to death, when she was confused about Lily, when she was mad at her parents, all throughout Camelot, when she admitted she wanted a future but was scared, when she was in the underworld and had a scary vision, like a million bazillion times she’s gone to him and leaned on him) and now all she wants is to return the favour for him. And frankly she’s devastated that he doesn’t feel like he can lean on her. Like he is my rock, why aren’t I his? is what is going through her mind. ASDFGHJKL.
“We have to stop hiding things from each other.”
~ She doesn’t just blame him, she knows she’s hid things from him before too and might some day do it again. They both need to stop in order for this to work.
“The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know that we would do things together.”
~ Telling him that this together thing all originated from him. She fell in love with him because he earned her trust, but never took the lead from her; they always worked together as a team. Together. And all she wants is for them to be doing that now (and for the rest of their lives).
~ the way he splutters it. He’s so in love with her and wants to kiss her for saying these soulful things. She’s opening up to him and pouring out her soul and telling him she loves him in a poetic, wordy way, which is NOT her specialty. But at the same time his heart is aching. He’s done the last thing he wants to do in life. He’s hurt her. Fuck.
“That is what I agreed to marry. That is what I thought we were together.”
~ Again, emphasis on the together, two halves of a whole. And telling him the reason she wanted to marry him so badly - because she feels safe with him. She can trust him. She can lean on him. And she thought she was that for him, too. And if she’s not? Well, they need to fix that before they can move forward.
“Until you’re ready for that..” *removes ring* “Then we can talk.”
~ A bit of tough love, but it’s for his own good. She is NOT rejecting him or breaking up with him or some bullshit like that. Their love means more than that. She’s just telling him “Hey. I love you. And I am so, so ready to marry you. But I want our engagement to be happy and pure. And it is anything but happy and pure right now. So until we figure this out, take this back. And work through your feelings. And if you need me, I will be right here.”
Like. GUYS. I am NOT here for angst but I am SO HERE FOR THIS PORTRAYAL OF WHAT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP SHOULD BE LIKE.
isn’t sure the dust will ever settle for life on the ground. The piercing scent
of burning rubble hangs thick in the air as the orange glow finally begins to
fade, swallowed up by the blackness of night.
hours of treating inhalation injuries and burns, the stream of patients has
finally trickled down to a halt. The makeshift med-bay is completely full of
recovering patients, but by some miracle, none of them are in critical
gives Clarke a tired smile as she makes her way over. “I think we’ve got this
covered, Clarke, if you need to go take care of other things.”
squeezes her shoulder with a grateful nod, “Thank you, Harper.”
takes one more glance around and spots Bellamy on the far side of the room,
speaking in hushed tones with Miller. As if he can sense her gaze on him, he
meets her eyes with a barely perceptible nod. She fights the urge to squirm
under a stare so intense it feels like it’s physically holding her in place.
one look, she’s transported back to the quarry. She swallows back a bolt of
nausea at the vivid memory of the wind being knocked out of her as the bag was
pulled off Bellamy’s head. She reminds herself that he’s safe. He’s here. He’s
still with her. He wraps up his conversation with Miller and makes his way back
to her with slow, steady strides that contrast the erratic rhythm of her heart, not
once taking his eyes off her.
Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!
Happy quarter life to this ridiculous feature. I need to stop procastinating on these.
The Lion at the End of the Tunnel by Outworld Words: 3,488
Author’s Summary: Pidge bites off more than she can chew in an act of grand space piracy gone wrong. Aboard a dying starship with few options, she’s starting to think this might be her last mistake until she discovers a certain idiot has done something very stupid.
My Comments: Tagged Lance/Pidge but reads platonic. This is a great action fic with perfect character voices. I love these two together so very, very much.
Truce by kyanve Words:
42,709 (WIP 7/?) Author’s Summary: “EVERYONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO SEE IN EVERYONE ELSE’S HEADHOLES!” - because that feels like one of a few things that needs exploring.The new team can be a perfectly good one, but the odds of finding any five people who don’t know each other THAT well who’ll be thrilled with being mentally linked to giant sapient mechanical god-beasts and each other is basically nonexistent. It’s a recipe for whacking heads into it, avoiding it, trying to pretend it’s not there, and generally making an already awkward train wreck of a situation more awkward and confusing.Keith as main PoV because I would go insane doing this from more than one PoV and it would turn into more of a novel than it’s already looking like it’ll be, and who better to explore “sudden unasked for mental links to other beings” than someone with abandonment issues and trust issues everywhere *and* a few good big secrets?This starts around beginning of canon and I have parts to clean up and post going all the way through Season 2; it’s weaving through almost entirely off-camera things and side events. Spoilers bloody everywhere. My Comments: REALLY fun missing scene-type fic with a great Keith perspective. It’s FUN and it does a great job of fleshing everyone out, and there are some truly fantastic ideas. I’m really enjoying this one.
Little Lions by MidnightCreator Words:
5,111 (WIP 3/6) Author’s Summary:
Lance has a very bad day and his only upside is the comfort from the Blue Lion. The Blue Lion knows her Pilot needs her so she takes steps to be as close as she can be to him. Her actions set off a chain reaction amongst the other Lions as they all step up to be there for their Pilots.
My Comments: SO CUTE. I love lions-as-actual-lions, and this is especially good because the lions just want to make their pilots feel better. So it’s tiny lion shenanigans and oodles of H/C. MY FAVE COMBO.
Masks by TiedyedTrickster Words:
Everyone has a mask, one that tells the world what character you’re destined to play in life, that tells people who you are. Except Lance’s mask doesn’t match him at all, and it’s driving Keith nuts.
My Comments: This is SUCH a creative and original concept. I’ve never seen anything like it, and it’s so, so cool. Starts out Lance-centric, but there’s lots of other stuff in there too, like fantastic Shiro and Keith and also REBEL MATT. Check it out!
An Unexpected Hero by nerdiekatie Words:
Author’s Summary: “You tapped my knife to a Roomba? Where did you even get a Roomba?” Keith starts to peel his knife from the Roomba while Pidge is speaking. “She’s an old cleaning droid I found- Keith, no!” Pidge lunges forward to stop him. Keith just lifts the Roomba above his head, watching Pidge try to jump high enough to get her. “She needs to be able to defend herself!” My Comments: This fandom has only the HIGHEST quality crack.
De-Stressing by The_Sickfic_Sideblog for pinstripedJackalope Words:
Author’s Summary: Keith is very stressed out. Pidge knows how to handle this. Set relatively close after The Blade of Marmora. My Comments: This is really sweet, and I love how cool and competent Pidge is while Keith is falling apart. She really knows how to get past his defenses, and it’s lovely to see.
Qualifications by The_Sickfic_Sideblog Words:
Pidge gets dehydrated, and the effects bring up sour memories.
My Comments: I would say “protect her,” but I think her team has that well in hand.
Ice Ice (Baby) by shishiswordsman Words:
12,707 (WIP 2/?) Author’s Summary: The Blue Pilot’s shoes become too big for Lance to fill. Literally. (Yes, it’s a kidfic. Sue me.) My Comments: LOVE. De-aged Lance is quite realistic, and there’s beautiful, amazing art for every chapter, too! I am STOKED for more.
Skirt, Dirt, Worth by ardett Words:
Lance wants to see Pidge wear skirts and makeup. (But really he doesn’t.)
My Comments: This made me ache, but there’s a lot of loveliness and courage in here, too. Lance needs love and acceptance so much, and it takes some work, but his team is able to give him that.
It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia Words:
One decision by an injured soldier changes not only the fate of the universe, but the fate of her young son.
My Comments: Thace/Ulaz. I adore this characterization of the Blade, especially Ulaz as a scientist who is very smart and methodical, but also has almost too much heart and compassion. Baby Keith is perfect, and I was very satisfied with the ending, though I’m happy there are more stories in the series, too.
Lost in the Stars by WingedChickadee Words:
3,440 (WIP 3/?) Author’s Summary: They didn’t see him. They didn’t see the lion falling quickly towards the planet’s surface through the debris of broken Galra ships. They heard his shout of pain and shock, but not what happened. Six people all assumed he made it back to the castle, they didn’t notice the missing paladin. No one noticed. Not a batted eye or turn of a head.When the paladin wakes up, he is injured and alone. Now, he has to try and survive until he can find a way home. My Comments: Oh no, LANCE. This is very well-written and scary, and I really need more.
lost & found by luoup (ravenic) Words:
The wormhole has been rent apart by Haggar’s magic, and the Paladins are lost.
My Comments: Really lovely little fic. A well-done take on the post-season 1 scenario, with an excellent conclusion that made me happy-sigh.
Under Pressure, I Break by Emerald_Ashes Words:
Lance was more hurt than he let on after their visit to the water planet where the wormhole spat them out. His injuries are aggravated further during their fight with Ulaz, and then the Robeast. When it finally becomes apparent just how injured he is, Hunk can only blame himself.
My Comments: Hance. I love love LOVE the focus on Hunk in this fic. Though Lance is the one physically hurt, Hunk is the one who needs to be loved and reassured. Lovely little fic.
Go the Fuck to Sleep by nerdiekatie Words:
He’s glad the paladins only have a low-level telepathic connection. Shiro is one hundred percent sure that if he could everything Pidge is feeling, he would be on his ass. As it is, Shiro has the distinction impression that Pidge can see time and taste shapes right now.
My Comments: I take back what I said earlier. They really REALLY need to protect her. Mostly from herself.
You’re Our Sharpshooter by safety_dancer for spacekidwrites Words:
My take on how Shiro reacts to hearing Lance call himself Voltron’s seventh wheel.
My Comments: Very sweet little fic. I want something like this to happen so bad.
Out of Phase by LittleWhiteTie Words:
6,571 (WIP 2/4) Author’s Summary:
Shiro is lost, only able to contact the paladins during their dreams. He helps them through their nightmares when they need him the most, but it’s getting harder and harder to find them as he starts to lose track of what’s real and what’s imagined. He’s losing his grip on this reality, and his sense of self is beginning to fall apart. He’s going to need their help to get back before he disappears entirely.
My Comments: FANTASTIC Post-S2 concept, just amazing. GAH, it makes me hurt, but it’s so lovely. Really, really want some more.
Audio/Visual Quest by Dynared21 Words:
Pidge and Lance have journeyed to a mysterious planet in order to find the technical details to Zarkon’s fortress…as well as a TV that they can hook up their Gamestation to! But who owns the mysterious collection they run across, and will the pair be able to escape with their gains? Or will they end up the newest exhibits of this collector?
My Comments: Really fun, action-packed, episode-like fic. I’m super happy that S2 has seemed to encourage more fics with Pidge and Lance interacting. They’re such a fantastic combo.
Feeling Blue by spitfire00 Words:
Lance is feeling worthless. Pidge reminds him just how important he is.
My Comments: Have I mentioned lately how much I love Lance and Pidge? Anyway, I love the way she just shoves her way in there and refuses to leave. Lance needs a stubborn little sister to love him.
The Long Walk Home by nerdiekatie Words:
Author’s Summary: What happens when you get your unexpected and unwanted period in space? What happens when your armor doesn’t have pockets for your inhaler? On a stealth mission, Pidge and Hunk are stranded and forced to walk to the Green Lion. They’re racing against time and their own bodies. Will they make it back? My Comments: This fic is GRUELING, but I love seeing the two geniuses of Team Voltron being badass and strong despite their unique difficulties.
Weekend Guests by TheBeckster Words:
6,906 (WIP 1/?) Author’s Summary:
Voltron had been too late. They hadn’t been able to stop the Galra this time. As the Paladins pick their way through a leveled city, they come across a group of survivors and find themselves way out of their element. Everyone except Lance, that is.
My Comments: Fantastic start! I love Lance with kids, and he’s particularly competent and wise and adorable here. The kids all feel like kids with their own personalities, which can be tricky. Waiting patiently for more. (Not that patiently.)
Big Stick Diplomacy by windscryer Words:
Keith is bad at diplomacy, but he is trying. Pidge… not so much.
My Comments: Protective Pidge! Savage on Keith’s behalf! Everyone is extremely protective, too, but Pidge takes the cake. She will take you down if you even THINK about looking at her family funny, and Keith is her boy.
“I will make it clear by words and
actions so you’ll never forget, butterfly.”
Falling in love is one of the most devastating tragedies
all of us ever get to experience. It gets to a point where you’re ready to give
up everything for this one person. Love is the one thing able to make your
heart break. It can be your worst enemy. Wanting him to look at you with so
much adoration, seeing his hazelnut eyes light up with passion and dimples
appearing while releasing a cute giggle before realizing it and quickly hiding
it when he talks about you.
that cute desire quickly fades when you realize that he could do so much
better. You start so ask yourself why he would chose to spend the rest of his
life with you. Why he would chose a sick, anxious girl over a cute, healthy
one. Why would he decide to endure to stay inside with you on your anxiety
filled days when he could be out and enjoying the sun’s rays?
would make him stay with a girl who asks him the same question over and over
again because she’s struggling to find the answer within herself? Why would he choose
to love her if she can’t even love herself? “Butterfly,
are you okay?” the familiar voice of your boyfriend rips you out of your
daydream.His voice has a gloom to it
that perfectly matches how you feel. You wipe the remaining wetness of your
rosy cheek with the sleeve of your sweater and look past the mess that’s your
reflection, locking eyes with him through the rose gold mirror.
His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, his eyes glistening with concern.
You simply smile back at him, biting down on your lower lip to avoid your
feelings from spilling out all at once by the reminder that he’s the person
causing you this constant worry.
Jimin notices your lower lip whimpering as a single tear makes it way down your
cheek and gets up from his seat on the bed, putting his laptop down before
walking over to you.
places his hand against the side of your face, tracing the smoothness with his
thumb. Your eyes close from the warmth of his hand and his powerful chill fills
your body as your eyes slowly open. He wipes away the tear, a slight smile
tugging on the edge of his lip.
do you love me?” you finally break out. You feel your voice trembling and try
to control yourself but by his soft touch. You squeeze your eyes shut and take
deep breather, feeling herself on the verge of tears.
Jimin doesn’t respond to your question at first but just stares at your
reflection, his thumb caressing your cheek gently. He wraps his arms around
your body and locks them in front of your tummy, placing a kiss on the back of
me what you see in yourself.” He whispers softly into your ear, sending shivers
down your spine. You lift up your head to look at your reflection again,
feeling your stomach tightening by the view in front of you.
“Well,” you start, your voice cracking, “I see eyes that could be brighter,
hair that could be sleeker, a smile that could be straighter, skin that could
be smoother, fingers that could be thinner, legs that could be longer…” He
stops you midsentence.
want to know what I see? I see eyes that gleam with happiness, hair with hints
of honey, a smile that brightens cloudy days, skin that is slightly sprinkled
with freckles, arms that are strong enough to comfort many, fingers that play
beautiful music on the piano that also fit perfectly with mine, legs that are
the perfect length so that your head rests on my chest when I hug you.” You
start to blush but he continues, “If you could see yourself through my eyes,
maybe you’d realize how beautiful you truly are.”
Your gaze meets his in the mirror as you try to sort your words, your heart
beating rapidly fast by feeling his body against yours, feeling the warmth
spread in your chest.
would you stay with me if you could do so much better, Jimin?”
His hand slams down on your shoulder from behind and turns you around to face
him. He groans out in frustration, completely perplexed by your question.
“Because I’m crazy about you Y/N,” he answers, almost yelling at you, “When I’m
close to you I feel at home, when I go away I feel like my heart is breaking. I
worry when you’re sick, I get happy when you are, I need you whenever life is taking
a crazy turn to keep me grounded. I don’t care if there are prettier girls than
you. You’re the one I copied and pasted my heart on, the only girl in my vision
and if I decide to stick around you for eternity, I will.” His voice drops to a
whisper, his voice a full shade paler now as he smiles at you.
there was you, I wandered aimlessly. For a long time, like a little child, I
cried in anticipation of you.”
Something inside of you softens by his truthful words, making you able to hear
the truth in his tone. You bury your
face against his chest, breathing him in, forgetting time and place and circumstance
and just hold him. Jimin kisses the top of your head and rubs his hand on your
back before taking a step backwards and placing his hands on each side of your
face, cupping it as he locks eyes with you.
will make it clear by words and actions so you’ll never forget, butterfly.” he
whispers before placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you into
him, his soft lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss.
melt into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and sighing as he deepens
the kiss. There is a mix of despair and wonder in the sound. You finally give
in, pressing your body against his, your lips parting. You welcome the feeling
of his fingers slipping underneath your white t-shirt and circling small,
soothing patterns along your spiral. The feelings sends shivers down your spine
and you moan into the kiss, informing Jimin of your desire of being loved.
Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!
alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !
“-she needs someone to watch her!”
“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.
“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”
You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”
Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.
“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”
“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”
You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?
“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”
“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”
“I know but-”
“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.
“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”
You looked at Harry for his response.
“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.
Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.
“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.
“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.
“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”
“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”
“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.
“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up.
You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.
“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books.
For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).
Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.
Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?
Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts.
Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!
Honestly, it was getting very annoying.
“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”
“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.
Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating!
“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.
You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”
You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.
“Fred! What the f-”
“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth.
Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.
“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.
“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.
“Is that….” you began.
Fred nodded in response.
“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”
“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”
Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.
“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”
You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”
“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!”
You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair.
Fred pulled you into a hug.
“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”
“No?” You questioned.
“It would be me.”
You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.
AA !! THIS WAS SO NICE TO DO IM 10/10 THERE FOR BROTHERLY LOVE AND SAERAN WITH KIDS BEAM ME UP!!!
Prompt 60: ” You’d be a great dad. ”
Brotherly love with Saeran and Saeyoung
“ Im gonna get ‘cha!! ”
Saeyoung couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he watched his twin chase all around the playground after the two kids, going slow enough to let them think they were winning— Yet still grabbing for them here and there as a tease. The kids enjoyed it, and kept calling Saeran ” old ” and ” Grandpa See-Ran. ” as they ran as fast as their little legs could take them. It made him happy.
MC had to run to the store to grab some things for dinner, so to keep the kids busy him and Saeran decided a trip to the park would keep the mini-twins out of too much trouble for a awhile. Then again his youngest boy, by seven minutes funny enough, was found eating pine chips under the slide; Certainly is his fathers son, Eh? Regardless, Besides that incident– Its been relaxing to lay back and let someone else chase those two till their little heart desired. He never understood how something so small could have so much energy.
The sound of his son whining pulled his attention towards where they group was, The boy was rubbing his knees as he cried softly to himself in the sand; He must have fallen. Before Saeyoung had the chance to spring into super hero action, His brother had beaten him to it. He sat back down to watch how this would play out.
“ Hey, You’re okay. Just a scratch, See? ”
Saeran slowly crouched down to the boys level and used his hand to sweep off the dirt from the scrape, to which he regretted right away seeing that his nephew instantly whimpered and recoiled away from him. It wasn’t bad nor bleeding, just a little friction burn. Yet the boy was still blubbering as he looked towards his older twin; who was rolling his eyes dramatically in his brothers direction, Most likely upset playtime was halted.
“ Hurts.. ”
He stared down at his knee and nearly started to cry again, but his father’s whistling pulled him out of it. Saeyoung tossed a bag in Saeran’s direction as soon as he looked, which he had caught with ease. Inside he searched for the tiny little med kit MC always carried around in the pack. He found it at the bottom and plucked a tiny red bandaid from it– The boys eyes seemed to light up instantly when he saw the “ healing sticker ” as he called it.
“Nah, This’ll make it feel better in no time bud.”
He stuck the bandaid onto his nephews knee rather sharply, causing the kid to flinch— But he ruffled his hair with a comforting smile right afterwards; the mini-saeyoung looked up with a toothy grin as he giggled softly at the action. Saeyoung told both the boys no more running after that, despite their desperate pleas, telling them to play on the ship-slide combination for now while ’ Unkie Saeran ’ takes a break for a bit. They didn’t want to, But Saeran told the two he’d tell mommy about eating the pine-chips over her dinner if they didn’t listen to their father. To which the tiny twins sprinted off rather quickly to play by themselves, afraid of his small threat.
Saeyoung smiled warmly at his brother as Saeran made his way towards the bench, rolling his eyes towards the red head in a similar manner that the kids had done to each other beforehand.
Saeran plopped down with a grunt onto the bench, incredibly exhausted from all this running around he’s done today. He truly thinks he’s lost weight with all this exercise recently. But his ankles are killing him..
“ Your kids are a handful; You know that? ”
Saeran hastily rubbed his temple to rid himself from the headache that had found him from over exuberating today.
“ Ha, Trust me— I know. ”
Saeyoung laughed heartily at his brothers distress. Children were so difficult, yet rewarding in the same breath. He wouldn’t give up his achy legs and the trouble that follows his kids for the world. Its just what adds to the fun of being a dad.
“ The feeling in my legs reminds me of why I never want to be a dad.. ”
Saeran turned to rubbing his legs through his jeans now, they were most likely as incredibly sore as he says they are; since him and the kids have been running all over the place for nearly the past hour or so. Saeyoung knows that feeling all too well. But he didn’t agree with his brothers words.
“ But you’d be a great dad. ”
His twin seemed rather surprised at his words, but continued rubbing his legs and ankles without input. Leaving the two in somewhat comfortable silence before Saeran decided to speak up.
“ You think I could do that? Handle kids I mean. You of all people should know i’m not exactly the softest person in the bunch. ”
Saeran surprisingly spoke up after a few moments of silence, he’s never really replied to his brothers comments like that before. So this was a first. With the way he replied, Saeyoung couldn’t help but wonder if his brothers thought about this before.
“ I think you could do it. You say you’re not soft, But you make the little ones pretty happy when you’re around. They do love you. ”
Saeyoung smiled softly at his brother as he patted him on the shoulder, causing Saeran to groan in annoyance at the touch. He didn’t want his brother getting all sappy on him now.
“ Soft as a marshmallow! ”
His brother turned to ruffling his hair, which still had slight white flares hidden away inside it, in memory of when it really was all marshmallow color. Saeran pushed his hand away with a glare that could kill a man; but he couldn’t hide the tiny twitch that appeared in the corner of his lips.
It was something to think about.
Never before in his life had he thought of having kids. He didn’t even really enjoy them until his brother and MC started to have a couple. He slowly found himself growing attached to the two trouble makers even if he didn’t intend for that to happen. It just did. And he loved his nephews. Even if they tease him, Saeyoung was right. They loved him. Would his own child love him like that? Becoming a father is a big step up from uncle.
Before they got the chance to delve into the idea, One of the kids began screaming at the other forcefully; Causing Saeyoung to groan loudly as he stood from the bench– stretching his hands above his head to get back into the swing of things.
“ Thats my calling card. ”
Saeran couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. To which his brother repaid with a soft smile before sprinting off to where the two boys were, crawling up the child size slide to enter into the tiny space room the two were in. He must have surprised the kids as they both yelped when they saw their father crawling grudge style into their hideout.
Saeran felt warm all of a sudden. But this time he didn’t try to push the feeling away. Seeing his brother with his own kids; Maybe he could have that one day.
He wanted to have that one day.
is easily one of Ed’s best and most honest raps I think he’s put out there.
YNMIDNY and Take It Back have more the undertones of not giving a fuck about
what the industry thinks and staying a step ahead while being aware of the
darkness to avoid. Eraser shows the side of Ed I feel he had been trying to
hide from us. It’s honest about his struggles and alludes to cocaine, which is
a terrifying drug (not that he needs to be told). It seems to be an almost apology for the
wrong turns he’s made throughout his career; to us, to his family and friends,
and to himself. I think this song is the perfect reminder as to why Ed took his
year long break to find himself and his happiness again and for that reason it
is a perfect opener for this album. It forever warms my heart endlessly to know
Ed trusts us with songs like this that are so brutally honest and full of his
deepest emotions. I feel happy that he can open up and get these feelings out,
but I hope he never feels like he needs to apologize to us for things like
this. This is a reminder that celebrities are real people too, just like you
and me. It can’t be easy to live under a microscope all the time. I hope he
knows how much we love and appreciate him. We are well aware he is not a
perfect person and it is totally acceptable to make these mistakes and lose
yourself because everyone does.
Castle on the Hill: I
remember when Ed dropped this song and Shape of You at the same time, I was
immediately drawn to this one despite the ABSOLUTE BOP that Shape of You is. It
made me feel so nostalgic for a childhood that wasn’t even mine and that is an
amazing talent that no other artist has ever really made me feel (besides when
I was 4 and first heard ‘butterfly kisses’ with my dad). This song made me, for
the first time in my entire existence, feel nostalgic for my home town, I
remember being back on campus in the city and crying in my bed about home AND I
WAS MISERABLE IN MY HOME TOWN. I have always heard that nostalgia is a dirty
liar and they would be right. But I found that, even though I hated home, I
felt a longingness to be there and was reminded of the little moments of
drinking in corn field at my friends barn and running through fences when the
neighbors called the cops, of driving down every country road around my house
with my dog or best friend listening to music, of all the little memories Ed
sang about. It gave me an over powering feeling of excitement for the future;
to look back and feel happy and whole at my life as ed does. As I have said so
many times, I feel blessed to be alive at the same time as an artist like Ed
Sheeran. He trusts us with these personal feelings. Hearing this song reminded
me a lot of the same sensation I got from watching the Photograph music video.
I felt like he had let us into such a different point in his life, before fame
and music and before we existed in the same world. Letting us into his
childhood and pre-fame life is such a big deal and he has no obligation to tell
us anything about his past. I’m lucky to love an artist that acts as our friend
in telling us childhood stories and secrets.
one if for sure in the top 3 best of this album. I love the beat and the whole idea
of starting a relationship and being nervous on whether or not to trust them or
to just dive in. I think this might be the most relatable and best song both
lyrically and sound wise on this album. Also, I low key see this as an Ath*na
drag… do with that what you will.
Shape of You: I’m
very happy Ed released this song first because it’s catchy and attracted more
people to the album and him in general. It’s a very different sound and at first
listen, I thought it was the SING of divide and didn’t love it, though it is an
absolute tune. As I listen to it more, the more I really hear the lyrics. I appreciate
a big star like Ed writing a song about the female body without degrading it.
Also, he is talking about the entire shape of the female body; any and all
types. As someone who has struggled with eating disorders and body image
issues, it actually made me tear up a bit when he talked about appreciating the
female body because the media usually puts pressure on women to look a certain
way that isn’t possible and I guess I just really love Ed’s appreciation of
women in every sense that he does. Also, that music video actually killed me
and is absolute perfection. *cough**cough* SHIRTLESS ED!!
knew this song would be my favorite on the album because Ed had told us that
this song was about Cherry and you all know how hard I ship them. Lyrically
this song is beautiful. I think it really shows a very happy and in love side
of Ed that we didn’t really get in + or x and I love that he is happy now. It is
the purest song I have ever heard and an amazing change of pace from all of Ed’s
other love songs because it’s not so sad. Thank you Ed for sharing yet another extremely
personal part and emotion in your life. Cherry is extremely lucky to have such
a beautiful song written for her AND I BETTER BE INVITED TO THIS WEDDING.
This song makes me want to take Irish dancing again like I did when I was 4
years old just so I have the proper dance moves for this tour. I really appreciate
hearing Ed say “pretty little” and sing about Irish girls. I had heard that
this song wasn’t approved by his label because I guess Irish folk music isn’t
popular but bitch now it is. I appreciate that Ed has always felt he could stay
true to himself and where he comes from in his music. He is always 100% honest
and embodies his roots, even when it’s not “the popular” thing to do. He had always
talked about how important it is for artists to break in America to make it
big, so most artists gear their art towards the American audience; Ed, though,
has always kept it diverse and different. He further emphasizes the importance
of being yourself to be the most successful you can be. Without realizing it,
Ed has influenced and inspired so many people, whether it be in pursuing a
musical career or just going out and doing what you want regardless of what
anyone says. What a guy, what a bop.
one was such a tease because I was really expecting a happy song but instead I got
my heart ripped out. I think this goes with New Man because it’s about moving on
from someone. It’s very heartbreaking to see someone you loved be happier with
someone else and learn to be okay with it because if you really loved them you’d
be happy for them regardless on if it includes you. This is another + vibes
song and a sad song, and I live for the sad songs.
New Man: This
song is a great change in pace and it gets goofy but is also serious. This is
part of The Holy TrinityTM: YNMIDNY, Take It Back, and now New Man. This
is such a drag on the fuck boys and I appreciate it and the fact that, even big
famous popstar Ed, isn’t a fuck boy. This song drags this New Man to the
deepest pits of hell with a catchy beat and lyrics about bleached assholes. Clearly
this song is the quality content we all expected on this album and this
honestly has to be in my top 3 favorite tracks on this album.
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: For whatever reason, I really thought this was going
to be the next Take It Back. I thought it was going to be a rap but again I WAS
WRONG. This is the only time I actually enjoy being wrong and I should just
learn to expect it with Ed because he’s always doing some type of shit to surprise
us. It ended up being one of the sweetest songs on the album. It really
continues on from Perfect and it makes my heart feel so full when I think of
how happy he is now. As a fan, I think our job is to support his career but
also respect his personal life and encourage his happiness; even if that doesn’t
include us. This song just fills my heart and warms me at the thought of the place
someone must be in to write songs like this. I feel lucky to hear it and anyone
who has been through heart break and come out the other side can relate to the
complete feeling you find in someone that you know won’t do that to you again.
Ed somehow has the talent to make me feel in love when I’m not and has the ability
to articulate the sweetest and purest feelings through amazing lyrics and song.
What Do I Know: To
be completely honest, this is my least favorite song on the album and the only
one I don’t really like. Ed had said his favorite lyric was in this song (Love
can change the world) but I personally find it generic. Whoops. I do like the
beat and how he mentioned his father. This album has such a big emphasis on
family and love, so lyrically it related to that. But yeah not my favorite so I
How Would You Feel (Paean): I love this song and I’m adding it to the second Holy
TrinityTM on this album: Perfect, Hearts Don’t Break Around Here,
and How Would You Feel. These all truly embrace the happy and in love feeling
of this album and of course I love any song about Cherry. The story behind this
song actually makes me kind of laugh because Ed had only just reconnected with
Cherry a week before writing this and he says he loves her. I actually really
do love the sound of this song, though to be honest it’s not my favorite on the
album or lyrically. I think I didn’t dismiss this song because of the back
story of it. I think this song has a very + feel to it about being young and
innocently in love and I really live for that. It’s a very soft and beautifully
written insight to the very precious and personal time in their relationship.
Supermarket Flowers: OH GOD HERE COMES THE WATER WORKS. This song killed me
just like I had expected. Ed has always been incredible at writing songs in
honor of other people. I think this song killed me just as much as Afire Love
did because I had just lost my great grandmother a week before this album was
released. I felt an incredible connection to putting someone to rest and
getting supermarket flowers to decorate their grave. It’s heartbreaking but
also peaceful to know they are at rest. “you are an angel in the shape of my
mom” killed me because I have never heard someone describe having an angel in
such a beautiful way, as well as “heaven singing hallelujah you’re home”
describing the peace that comes at knowing someone’s at rest. He wrote this
song for his mother and played it at his grandmother’s funeral, which is so personal
Ed sing in Spanish was beautiful and amusing because I don’t think it was
proper Spanish, but again I love the very worldly vibes that came with this
album. I think this year off was both good for Ed’s mental health and his
sound. It’s not only lyrically diverse but also sound and culture diverse and I
love it. I feel like I’m traveling around the world listening to this album.
Bibi Be Ye Ye: I
was especially excited for this song because I knew it was the song he wrote in
Africa. This song truly embodies the theme of Divide and its diverse sounds. I remember
when x came out and people were complaining that he “sold out” to pop and lost
his sound, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I was pleasantly
surprised that Ed took such a big leap in sound and really changed his image
and I loved it. He got to experiment and find himself in x and I think that gave
way to his confidence to make Divide because he did so well last time with the
diversity. I appreciate the he takes sounds from all over the world and
represents other cultures while still respecting them and of course giving them
credit. This is also such a BOP and the upbeat kind of song that it going to
make everyone dance at his concerts.
Nancy Mulligan: This
is an absolute BOP and the story behind it is amazing. It’s quite amazing that
he wrote a song in the point of view of his grandfather, much like how I was
blown away by Small Bump. The idea that he could embody the view point of a
love story that happened years before he was born is quite amazing. One of the
things I enjoyed most about this album was his focus on love and family and
this song fuses them together with a very Irish sound. When this song title
came up on the track list before the album was dropped, I was very curious to
find out who this song was about because WHO IS NANCY? Ed being Ed didn’t fail
to let us in on not only his very personal life but also his grandparents love
story, which is quite an amazing tale. Like so many of Ed’s songs, I felt like I
was almost invading someone personal space or listening in to a deep
conversation that I was not part of. It is so personal and no matter how many
times Ed is open and honest with us, I still get blown away; especially with
this song in the fact that he references his grandmother in the point of view
of his late grandfather. His story telling skills forever give me chills and
take my breath away. I can only imagine what his grandmother must feel
listening to this.
Save Myself: Jesus
I was not ready for this song. It had so much pain in it and it kills me to
know how greedy and selfish people are towards people who give and are the most
selfless. It worries me a lot about Ed, but again I think this song compliments
Eraser. He really needed the break from fame and especially his phone. I hope
Ed learns to say no and to learn to be a little more selfish when it comes to
giving people things, and I hope people who took and took from him learn to be
more appreciative. I could say so much more about that, but I think I’ve
So, overall I think this
is the best album Ed wrote and I love every song on it, which is a first! He
was so open and honest with us about his family, emotions, love, pain, and
loss. I appreciate Ed and all he gives us. Love you Ed, I wish you a long life
Hey! Love your writing! Could you do one where bughead is in a huge fight about something? Like maybe one of them is jealous of smth and the other one is oblivious? So they ignore each other or break up, and the gang comes up with a plan to get them back together?
Thankyou so much! You got it!
“Stop! Okay just stop it doesn’t matter!” Betty shouted through her tears.
“Exactly! It doesn’t matter, so why are you making a big deal out of this?!” Jughead was frustrated and it was obvious, he never got like this, yelling and throwing his hands in the air.
He only vaguely realized she was crying, he couldn’t see past his own anger.
“You know what? Forget it, if you want her, you can have her. I’m done, then she can flirt with you everyday.” Betty said before looking at him and waiting, shoulders shaking and hands balled up.
“What? What are you talking about? All of this drama because of some girl, talking to me.”
He was almost certain he could see her heart break In her eyes.
“You agreed to take her out jughead. You said you would take her to the book festival. I’m your girlfriend jughead not her!” Betty was yelling now her voice shaky.
He was so confused, he had thought he was being nice to Betty’s friend, she had been hanging around them all week, and when she mentioned she had no one to go to the festival with he had thrown it out there that he was going and she could tag along.
So why was his girlfriend staring at him like he had just punched her in the face.
“I didn’t know you wanted to go! You didn’t say anything, it’s not like I asked her on a date! Come on Betty, you’re being crazy”
She fell back, wincing as if she’d been slapped
“Betty no… I didn’t mean that. You know I…”
Cutting him off she shook her head
“ I know exactly what you meant jughead, don’t call me, don’t talk to me, just leave me alone” she choked out swinging around, her ponytail whipping sharply.
He just watched her walk away.
The next week went by almost in slow motion, Jughead was depressed, constantly staring at Betty, moping and returning to his miserable self.
Betty was hurt, crying on Veronica shoulder every night and doing anything to avoid jughead,
That’s what brought Kevin, Archie, Veronica and Cheryl to the study hall room huddled in the corner.
“Do we all agree on this plan?” Veronica asked
“Anything to get jughead back in pops and out of his damn treehouse” Archie agreed.
“I’m more worried about the frown lines Betty is gonna get” Kevin nodded
“I’m always down for deception” Cheryl smirked
Last period came by in a flash as the gang had agreed to meet in the blue and gold office.
Jughead had tried to say no but Archie and Kevin were having none of that
“ you’re coming and you’re gonna have fun with you’re friends, don’t try to argue you won’t win,”
Things had gone very similar with Betty
Cheryl had to actually threaten bodily harm before she agreed.
Walking into the office jughead looked at the clock, why was he the only one here, he was never early?
Suddenly the door opened and he turned, coming face to face with the love of his life.
Betty’s eyes widened and she turned to walk out the door before the four faces of their friends were standing in the window of the door, locking it and mouthing
Once they disappeared Betty turned to jughead
Her cheeks bright pink
He watched as her fingers went to dig into her palms, she did this when she was nervous.
He was across the room in a second flat grabbing her hands In his, prying her fingers straight.
“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I don’t think, I didn’t even realize what I was doing, I should have seen she was being in appropriate, I never want to hurt you. I don’t want anyone but you, I don’t even notice anyone but you, that’s why I didn’t even realize she was flirting.” He rambled holding her close to him.
He hadn’t even realized, how much he had missed having her close to him.
She sunk into him wrapping her arms around his waist.
“It’s my fault.. I overreacted.. you were just being nice, it’s my stupid insecurities.. I just get so scared, you’re gonna find someone with less issues and I want you to have that ya know? I know I’m a lot to handle.”
He put his lips to hers instantly stopping her from going on, with that ridiculous thought process.
“I love you, I’m not going anywhere. I’m perfectly happy being right here with you. That is if you’ll put up with me being an idiot”
ahhhh i love them so much and i know many ppl kind of gloss over their cute moments together bc they don’t do skinship as overtly on camera as the other members but it’s there if you know to look :’)
(i’ll do 10 or else i’ll be going on for hours)
1. i have to start with that emotional and meaningful hug they shared in MAMA 2016 bc how can i not?
it was just such an important and significant moment for both of them, ship them or not, you can’t deny that it was so heartfelt and showed how close they are :’) they’ve been through so much together and for them to make it here after so much hardship and struggle is so amazing for them both, it was a lovely moment overall for them and i never fail to tear up when i see it :)
2. this entire bangtan bomb bc they’re so adorable and i love the way they were trying to imitate each other’s rap style and just teasing each other
and then ofc them performing together is always amazing and i love it ;;
also it’s dumb but i get a kick out of namjoon calling yoongi chingu instead of hyung bc i love it when namjoon uses informal with yoongi since i strongly suspect namjoon and hoseok forgo polite form with him usually since they’re all close (hoseok does it more on camera but namjoon has slipped up here and there)
3. who can ever forget that one time yoongi was so excited and adorable when namjoon was performing and he kept pointing out namjoon and going “namjoon-ah” ;; my heart
look at that adorable smile on his face, he’s literally so happy and proud of namjoon
jimin even pointed out that yoongi was being uncharacteristically excited and bouncy watching the performance :)))
4. literally the entire episode 4 of bon voyage. sugamon being paired together and working together to go on a tiny adventure in a different country and basically having a great time bc they work really well together
them fixing themselves up together and complimenting each other casually like the actual domestic husbands that they are
and namjoon actually wearing the ring in concept pics, fancams, concert pics, etc ^^
9. this doesn’t have any specific video or anything but they’re constantly teasing each other? and it’s really cute?? and it’s so casual and witty that it kinda flows by you until you go “wait what? did he just say something about yoongi/namjoon?” i love their adorable bantering comments at each other
like namjoon insisting yoongi’s on the same level dancing as him but he just gets away with it or yoongi’s “i agree” when namjoon said he’s the worst singer of bts in the recent gayo episode
namjoon saying yoongi looks like a little count dracula
or namjoon talking about how yoongi whines lmao
(yoongi teasing namjoon about not needing to go to vintage shops when he could just use the clothes there)
or the time yoongi was saying he wouldn’t mind rooming with namjoon when they were talking about namjoon’s snoring bc he’s used to it and namjoon was like “he’s the first one to not wanna room with me when we stay at hotels”
Could you maybe write something about betty's parents finding out about her and jughead? Or maybe just her telling them? I kind of feel like drama fanfiction right now. And I love both pieces you wrote about veronica, archie and kevin finding out ❤ Lots of love Obsessed bughead shipper
Hope you like it! I just had her mom find out in this one, hope that’s okay.
Note: This was requested by an anon as well, so this one’s for you too, anon!!
Summary: Alice Cooper finds out about Betty and Jughead’s relationship
Read about Betty’s friends finding out here: 1, 2, 3, 4
“Bets, it’s nearly impossible for me to concentrate with you staring at me like that.”
Jughead glanced up from his laptop to meet Betty’s gaze, but before he could hold it, she quickly averted her eyes to the stack of papers laid out on the table in front of her.
“Staring at you like what?” Betty feigned innocence as she turned in her desk chair to point to the wall at the opposite end of the Blue and Gold newsroom. “I’m just gazing out the window. You know, people-watching, admiring nature - I mean look at how cute that squirrel is! See? Nature’s fascinating isn’t it?”
“I’m writing a paper on Chaucer, Bets, ” Jughead explained for the third time since they had been there that afternoon. “That takes every living brain cell I have to work on overdrive and when you’re sitting there looking the way you’re looking right now - it’s kind of hard to focus on anything else.”
“Then take a break and focus on this,” Betty spun his chair around to face hers and quickly pulled him closer to her. Placing her hands on his cheeks, she leaned all the way forward in her chair to place a gentle kiss on his neck.
“Oh what the hell,” Jughead muttered under his breath, slamming his laptop shut and pulling Betty onto his lap. “Screw Chaucer.”
Jughead took Betty’s face in his hands and met his lips to hers. All thoughts of English papers completely forgotten, Jughead’s only focus was Betty’s lips and the smell of her hair and the way her skin felt as he slipped his hand underneath her-
Betty flung herself off of Jughead’s lap at the sound of her name being called in that bone-chilling voice she knew all too well.
“Please tell me that’s Veronica doing a scarily-accurate impression of my mother,” Betty whispered, her heart pounding so loudly that she could hear it ringing in her ears.
“Not even a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow could bring us such luck,” Jughead muttered, craning his neck to see around Betty and quickly pulling back as Alice Cooper came charging towards them with her fists clenched tightly together as they swung by her side.
“Mom!” Betty exclaimed, spinning around slowly to meet her mother’s loathsome gaze. “We were just-”
“Elizabeth, get over here right now,” Alice demanded, pointing to a corner at the opposite end of the room before turning away from the couple and stomping over there herself.
“It was nice knowing you,” Betty mumbled, reaching out to squeeze Jughead’s hand and smiling weakly. “Write to me when I get shipped off to boarding school?”
Turning towards her mother, Betty took a deep breath, tightened her ponytail, and headed straight for what was surely her impending death.
“This is your way of punishing me, isn’t it?” her mother accused, pointing an angry finger at Betty as she paced back and forth in front of the dusty old chalkboard that no one but Jughead used anymore. “You’re mad about what’s happening with your sister and your lashing out by frolicking about with this Jug Head person who, by the looks of it, seems to only have one hat. And if you ask me, that is just very concerning.”
“Believe it or not, mother, my relationship with Jughead has absolutely nothing to do with you,” Betty informed her, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes at her defiantly.
“Relationship?” Alice scoffed, letting the words roll off her tongue like they were filth that was causing her unwanted distress. “Please, I give this little fling a week at best. I know who his father is, Elizabeth and trust me, he’s no good for you.”
“Oh enough,” Betty spat, rolling her eyes and lowering her voice so that Jughead couldn’t hear her. “Jughead and I are happy, Mom, and I would really like it if you could be happy for us.”
“The possibilities of that happening are slim to none,” Alice admitted, her lips puckering as she glanced back at Jughead with a look of disapproval.
“Mom,” Betty breathed, her eyes pleading with her mother to understand. “I’m not going to stop seeing him. You remember what happened with Polly when you forbid her from seeing Jason right?”
As soon as she let the words escape her lips, she immediately wish she could take them back.
“Elizabeth Cooper, how dare you bring that up as some sort of bargaining chip, especially now when you know how much scrutiny we’re under,” Alice snapped, her eyes darting towards the hallway in case anyone was listening, even though she knew that they were the only three left in that part of the school so late in the day.
“You’re right, that wasn’t fair,” Betty admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“I suppose I wasn’t being fair to you either,” Alice muttered, her eyes locked on the textbook thrown carelessly onto the tile floor in front of her.
“I can be reasonable from time to time you know,” Alice reminded her. “But don’t get use to it.”
“So you’re okay with this?” Betty asked, gesturing towards Jughead, who was now tossing back a handful of potato chips into his mouth, and smiling expectantly at her mother.
“He’ll have to come to dinner of course,” Alice explained. “Meet your father, undergo a thorough background check…”
“Mom,” Betty warned, fidgeting impatiently as she waited for her mother’s approval.
“Go on before I change my mind,” Alice nodded towards Jughead, and Betty threw her arms around her mother for a quick hug before running across the room to rejoin him in the same spot as before.
“Thank you,” Betty called to her mother as she exited the classroom, turning towards Jughead with a huge smile as she bounced up and down in her seat excitedly.
“I heard,” Jughead said before she could finish, tossing his bag of chips onto the desk and folding his hands over his stomach.
“If you heard, then why aren’t you bouncing up and down with me?”
“Because this is Alice Cooper we’re talking about,” Jughead reminded her. “You know she has some ulterior motive for inviting me to that dinner.”
“Juggie, come on, let’s give her a little credit,” Betty tried to give her mother the benefit of the doubt, but Jughead leaned forward in his chair to narrow his eyes at her.
“Remember the story you told me about Polly’s boyfriend before Jason?” Jughead asked, and Betty’s eyes immediately went wide as the memory came flooding back to her.
“Oh no,” Betty muttered, as she let the image of the boy - who she realized now hadn’t been back to school since that night - fleeing their house in complete and utter fear, cross her mind.
“Oh yes,” Jughead sighed, grabbing his laptop from the desk and beginning to type furiously on the keyboard. “’As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me,’ Jughead quoted George Orwell, and Betty raised a confused eyebrow at him as she nervously rubbed the palms of her hands across her jeans. “In other words, we’re toast.”
Prompt: Congrats!! Can you do kirk one where your pavels twin and you come onto the enterprise to study a rock sample? Or something and kirk really takes a liking to you? Much pavel love, and bones sneaky comments? For Anon
A/N: I changed it to you beeing an older sister, just to make the age gap better. Also, I think this might get a part two!
The Foxhole Court, Chapter 6 – Now That We’re All Here, What The Fuck Is Going On
In which we give out awards to
characters we barely know, I have questions about demisexuality, Neil turns up
the Gay Angst™ and the gang finally gets together although some of
them could have fucking stayed home.
Sounds good? Then it’s time
for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.
Here’s a little fic I’m working on while waiting to post my OFBB. Right now it’s only planned to be about five-ish chapters, but we will see where the muse takes me. :) Thanks to all my cabin-mates in Camp NanoWriMo for being so encouraging.
Army vet Oliver Queen returns from overseas to find out that he has a 5-year-old son. He is fighting for custody, but is struggling to prove he is a fit father. It’s especially hard because he really has no idea what he’s doing. By chance he meets single mother Felicity Smoak, who swoops in like an angel to help him become comfortable in his role as a father. Felicity is recovering from her a recent trauma, and as a vet Oliver is able to be the support that she needs. Together, they learn to open up their hearts in ways they never thought possible.
Read Chapter 1 on Ao3 or below.
Hope you enjoy! (I don’t have a beta on this one, so I apologize for any errors).
Kids should come with an instruction manual
His years in the military prepared Oliver Queen for many
things – but one of them was not how to deal with the screaming five-year-old
in front of him.
It was his day with his son William, so they had taken
advantage in the break from the constant rains to come to the park.
“It hurts, Oliver, it hurts!” William cried, holding his leg
with a cut knee. New to the parenting business, Oliver had no idea what to do
in this situation. He had no Band-Aids. Hell, he didn’t even have a tissue to
wipe off the blood that was now dripping down his son’s leg. Should he carry a
screaming child through town back to his loft? Should he go to the public
restroom and try to clean it up there? It was moments like these that made him
feel like a completely inadequate father.
i know this isn't really related to your art but how do you figure out when ship weeks are? like lol i don't know anything about them and then ur like haha kiribaku week y'all and i am confuddled please share your magic
… so you know how tumblr (the site itself, I mean) has that kind of one track mind for which once you start following one (1) blog related to Thing it’ll start suggesting you all the blogs about Thing? I’m the type of person to go “… why the heck not” and click on the follow button of every single one of those suggestions so now I kind of follow most of the blogs related to the ships I’m on, which means that the posts about the weeks are kind of bound to happen across my dash one or a hundred times in a row
👍👍👍👍 the magic is having no implulse control at all my dashboard is a magical disaster 👍👍👍👍
Why are scorpio people important? ♏
Boi, this ask confused me for a while haha but you’re referring to that old Futakuchi doodle, right? It’s because it’s my sign, anon~ I love all my signs a lot for unknown reasons, so when I find out a character is a scorpio I’m like oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh new child haha
Summary: Reader has feelings for Bellamy and gets into fight with Clarke, because she likes him as well. Next morning, she tells him, that he has to choose between them. Later that day, she walks in Clarke and Bellamy kissing and upset leaves camp. Out in the woods she is attacked by grounders, but is saved by Bellamy. Once they return to the camp, he tells her that he has chosen her, not Clarke and reader takes some time to process it.
Word Count: 3306
“You are an angel, Y/N, you know that?” I laughed at Bellamy’s compliment, “But, really, thank you.” “You are welcome,” I smiled at him.
Warnings: light angst and implied smut. Mentions of shortbread cookies
Setting: Modern, very fluffy at the end
Prompt: “btw, can I make a Lafayette x reader request? I’m simply a thirsty Laf ho who would die if you did a thing for him” @wendigosgonewild thank you for sending in a request!
Summary: Laf is ignoring the reader and she is worried, so she calls the rest of hamilsquad to help her, angst and then bOOM fluff
Ships and requests are open!!!!! Please leave suggestions in my inbox!
Laf opened the door and threw his bag on the floor. He only acknowledged your loving hellos with a low grunt. He slouched on the couch and turned on the TV. You sat down beside him.
“Laffy, is everything okay?”
“Yes, mon amour. I just had a very hard day at work.”
“Well… I know what we could do to fix that…”
You reached under the blanket and-
“No, (Y/N). Please not now. I just want rest.”
You could see something was definitely up. He never refused sex, even when he had a “stressful day at work.” You decided not to think much of it, he would probably tell you later.
20 minutes into watching television, he got up and went for the bedroom. “I’m taking a nap.” He muttered. He never took naps… You decided to text Alexander to see if he knew what was up.
To: Al my Pal
Hey, do you know what’s going on with Lafayette? He barely looked at me when he got home today, he’s moping around, and he’s taking a nap. He never takes naps.
From: Al my Pal
I’m sure he’s fine, (Y/N). Maybe he just needs rest.
To: Al my Pal
But he refused to have sex. Let me repeat, Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette refused to have sex with his girlfriend of three years.
From: Al my Pal
Okay. He must be pretty down in the dumps. I’ll be right over with the guys.
~~Magically fast forwards 30 minutes later~~
From: Al my Pal
Hey, we are waiting outside the door, and we don’t want to knock just in case we’ll wake up Lafayette.
You opened the door to Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan, your three best friends. You motioned them to come inside, and pointed to the door.
~~Magically rewinds 31 minutes earlier to Lafayette’s POV~~
Okay. I finally got her away. I have tried to convince her boss to let me take her on a vacation for a solid month, and he finally caved in earlier that day. I pulled out my laptop and sat on my bed. Let’s see… Google… Southwest… Book a flight… flight for two to France… God she will love this. *imaginary fist bump*Arrival and Departure… Confirm. Now to confirm the shipping for the engagement ring-
Knock knock knock
“Mon chaton, I’m trying to rest. I promise we can talk later but for now please let me s-” Herc poked his head through.
“Mon ami! What are you doing here?” Alexander and John poke their heads in as well. I motioned for them to come inside and to sit on the bed.
I whispered in the lowest voice I can manage. “Okay guys, you have to swearnot to tell (Y/N) anything. Swear?”
They all nodded and Alex crossed his heart. I showed them the computer screen. All three of them got huge smiles on their faces and started to congratulate me. “Proposing to her in France?? She will be head over heels!” John squealed. I asked them to leave the apartment so I could show (Y/N). I closed the jewelers tab and I called for her.
“(Y/N), could you please come in here? It’s important..” Your mind was racing. He sounded crestfallen. You have never heard him like this. Was he breaking up with you? Did you do something wrong? You tried to read your friends faces as you were walking past them, but they avoided your eyes.
“Sit.” he patted the bed next to him and put his computer aside. You could throw up right then and there. He looked so worried. You just wanted to hold him and console him..
“I’m going to get straight to the point because you deserve nothing but the truth.” He looked down at his hands that you were holding. “I have to go back to France.”
You heard your heart crack into two. You tore your hands away from him. “I should have told you long ago. I’ve known for a month. I leave this Sunday.” You didn’t stop the hot tears rolling from your eyes. Everything burned. Everything ached. To see the love of your life go thousands upon thousands of miles away? You hugged him as tight as you could, trying to memorize every curve of his muscle and every crevice of his toned stomach. You pulled away and he was smiling. Smiling? How could he be smiling? He pulled out his computer and showed you the flight information.
“And you’re coming with me.”
“W-wh-” He shoved the computer into your hands and pointed at the location. It read, Paris, France. Arrival, this Sunday. Departure, two weeks after that. He opened another tab that read, Honeymoon suite. Exquisite view of the city of Paris. Overall Cost for the suite… 20,000 American dollars??
“Laf.. h-how are we going to afford this?”
“I’ve been saving up for 2 years. The first year of us dating, I remember you telling me about how much you wanted to see France. You had a glimmer in your eyes when I taught you my native tongue, and French cuisine. Remember that straight month where you baked Punitions (shortbread cookies) and Apple Croustade non-stop? I’ve always wanted to show you where I grew up… and now I finally have the chance.”
Tears were still falling from your face. Half happy, half shaken. You were still in the state of sadness and shock from the thought of him being stationed in France. You buried your face in his chest and let your arms fall around his back.
“Ma reine, I’m so sorry I scared you.” He stroked your hair as he cursed himself in whispers. “I won’t let go of you until you’re only crying tears of joy.” You sat there for 10 more minutes until you were actually crying tears of joy. You talked about all the things you would do, all the places he would take you until it began to get dark out.
“Now… how about I take you up on that offer, Mon amour?”
cs au. ‘there’s something about breaking an engagement and leaving the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with and finding yourself roommate-ing with the man who’s loved you through years and boyfriends and breakups and uncertainties that makes a person a little weepy, a little off balance, a little unsure.’
(i’ve been working on this for at least six weeks, and it’s finally, finally finished, and i’m something like pleased with it. (thanks to swallowedsong for looking over it and helping me and stuff.) so, enjoy whatever this is. (really long, among other things. just a head’s up.)
Packs up her share of the apartment instead of going to work, keeps Henry home from school so he can help. Wraps picture frames in scarves and sweaters, shoves books and DVDs into boxes, throws pots and pans and casserole dishes into the back seat. One trip to unload these small bits, another for Henry’s bed and dresser and nightstand.
It takes just over 6 hours to remove every trace of them from this apartment that was supposed to be theirs and is now just his, but she doesn’t cry as she sweeps through one last time. As she takes her key off the chain, locking the door behind her and slipping it underneath. She doesn’t feel broken or empty. Isn’t sure what it is pulsing through her, something that tastes like regret or maybe failure.
“Sorry, kid,” she says, eyes still dry, once they reach the car. He just shrugs. Smiles a small, sad thing.