i want my wife to look like that one day

so maybe, i needed to lose you
maybe i had to cry myself to sleep
every night for months after you
left to realize that my tears
weren’t going to change your mind
weren’t going to bring you back

maybe you won’t come back
maybe i’ll never see you again
and we won’t grow old together
and i won’t get to look at your smile
and think that i got so lucky
because in the midst of a war
i found love

but that’s okay
one day i’ll be someone’s wife
someone’s mom
maybe i’ll still name my son after you
but i’ll live my life knowing
i gave him a name that will make waves
a name people will move oceans for
fight wars for
live their lives for

you would have died for me
but you wouldn’t have lived for me
i wish that it was all a dream but i
know that you wanted someone like
her more than you wanted someone like
me and that’s just something i have to live with

—  a love (i think) i had to lose pt. 1

Svt as weird customers I’ve incountered~

Hey hey hey ya girl is back again, WOOP


Kk here we go, pls enjoy~

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Scoups: “Can you double bag the gummy snacks? I don’t want my wife to know I’m cheating on my diet, I Mean, they’re for my kids obviously but…please”

Jeonghan: “be careful that one is open,
I washed my hair in the bathroom sink to make sure I liked it”

Joshua: “young miss look to your right. Now your left. And behind you. God was everywhere you just looked have a blessed day”

Junhui: “I didn’t like the aura your bathroom had”

Wonwoo: “I wish you guys sold books here *whispers* "yea, that’d be nice”

Hoshi: “I can’t find the lamp aisle; where is the lamp aisle”

Woozi: “I almost punched someone, not because they made me mad I just *punches in front of him* reflexes you know?”

Mingyu: “LOWER YOUR CEILINGS I JUST HIT MY HEAD-wait no, raise your ceiling haha I’m stupid, no stop it you are amazing yeah!”

The8: *gets 20 cases of beer* “don’t judge the state of my liver.”

Dk: “I wish it was sunny outside so I could be happy again!” *laughs like they’re about to cry*

Seungkwan: “I came in here to see how my butt looked in these jeans but you don’t sell full length mirrors so I’m going to Walmart now”

Vernon: *smoking a joint while buying chicken and then leaving the chicken on the register*

Dino:
Me: “would you like a sticker?”
Him: “I’m actually seven now so a sticker is not required to make me happy”

My future wife.

I want to follow her around with my camera, capturing every curve of her body, every freckle, at every time of the day. I want to take a million pictures together like every perfect tumblr couple and actually BE that in love with one another. I want to bring her breakfast in bed. I want to snuggle up to her after and relax our morning away with laughter and touch and lazy naps. I want to look at her at 11:00pm and suggest ice cream, and the keys are already in her hand. I want to hold her hand and never question whether it’s okay, no matter where we are. I want us to record everything- our love notes, our adventures, our running makeup after a hard day. I want to bring her coffee and a sandwich when she’s having a long day at work. I want to leave her notes on her windshield… and in her glovebox, her makeup bag, her sock drawer, her glasses case… anywhere. Just to make her heart smile. I want us to find so much joy in life outside of one another but still call each other home. I want to not see one another for a few days because we’re both so damn busy with our professional lives- but I want to miss her endlessly while we’re apart. I want to sit with her in a coffee shop in silence, absorbed in our books. I want to be slightly less absorbed than she is so I can still sneak glances at that beautiful, oblivious face. I want us to feel and be secure and safe no matter the distance between us because we trust and believe in our relationship. I want my family to love us together so much that they invite HER family over sometimes, too. I want to spend hours getting to know her family. I want to cook for her. Bake for her. Light the candles for her. I want to be her rock, and I want her to be mine. I want her to make mistakes, because that means she’s human (but don’t try and convince me she isn’t an angel). I want to lay in bed talking about the world until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. I want her to challenge me. I want to spend weekends in the woods and weekdays in pillow forts. I want to hike mountains with this girl. I want to marry her and have children with her. I want to love her so hard I’ll question whether I’m crazy. And after long, hard days- because there undoubtedly will be days like that- I want to look at her and not for a single moment wish I was anywhere else, with anyone else. I want to look at her and choose her every day, in every moment. I want to never, ever stop choosing her.

You’re out there somewhere. And I know I’m the luckiest girl alive just knowing I’ll get to love you forever someday.

anonymous asked:

Can you do some prompts about girls falling in love with other girls?

1) “You are so out of my league,” she said. A slightly dazzled smile crossed her lips. “Like, oh my god. I want to marry you one day.”
“And you are so off your head,” replied the other woman. Amused and a little concerned given the circumstances. “Wife.”
“Oh my god, I married you!?”
“It was a beautiful ceremony. On the beach. We had ice cream.”
“I love ice cream.” 
“Mm, if you can stay with me this time, I’ll get you some. How are you feeling?”


2) They were laughing about something stupid, curled up on the sofa. Stomach clenching, can’t breathe, no holding it back cackling when she caught the look on her best friend’s face. 
“What?”
“I - nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.”
“You just make me really happy, you know?” 
And suddenly she couldn’t breathe again for an entirely different reason. 


3) “If we were both gay we’d totally be going out.”
“…we are both gay. We are very very very gay.” There was a beat of silence. “Is this you asking me out?”
“Depends, is this you saying yes or no?” 
“Depends, do I get to kiss you if we’re going out?”
“I hear that’s the done thing, yeah. Probably cuddling too, if you can bear it.”
“Yeah, alright. Sure. You won me over.”


4) It started with dancing. She loved the dancing first - confident, sensual, a flash of eyes across the floor as the lights swayed above them. The arm that wrapped around her back and drew her in close, the lips that found hers like they’d done this a thousand times before. A conversation of touches and smiles, slow and unhurried. A name whispered against their ear like a promise.


5) “…you know,” said the woman. She glanced up from by the bed, sleeves rolled up to reveal arms tanned and lean from hard work in the sun. “When you said your bed was broken, I thought you meant it as a come on. What the hell did you do to it?” 
The other woman turned bright red. Clearing their throat, initially too flustered to reply. Which, well, might have been something of a reply. 


6) “You didn’t have to defend me, you know.” She was rather shocked that the other girl had, considering she couldn’t normally even raise her voice in a large group of people.
“Of course I did,” the girl replied. “It was the right thing to do.” 
She fell in love a little, then.


7) Leather jacket, red lipstick, leaned up against a motorcycle and suddenly she felt lightheaded. She swallowed hard as her date raised a brow, plucking the helmet off the seat and sauntering over to her. Her date placed it carefully on her head, fingers brushing warm against her throat as she clipped it into place. “Probably not quite the white pony you were dreaming of, princess, but it will do the trick.” 

The signs as The Adventure Zone quotes
  • Aires: "I'm afraid nobody else will have me."
  • Taurus: "I find not killing people to be pretty easy. I do it every day."
  • Gemini: "Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard."
  • Cancer: "Suck my butt, Justin!"
  • Leo: "The ones looking for the truth, they're never the bad guys."
  • Virgo: "You're going to be amazing."
  • Libra: "I'll be having my body back, you undead fuck."
  • Scorpio: "The audience applauds hornily."
  • Sagittarius: "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Because I'm about to shoot you out of a cannon."
  • Capricorn: "I don't need your help, pal! I can fuck any onion I want!"
  • Aquarius: "Like I say to the wife before I get into bed, make room for Greg! 'Cause, uh, Greg's here."
  • Pisces: “Great, I grab some chairs. I grab furniture! Why are we looting? This isn’t a dungeon. People do business here! Just because you find money in a bank doesn't mean you can just take it with you."
I won't come into your store anymore, but no one else will either.

So I mentioned this story in a previous comment, and it was recommended that I post it here. So here we go…

A couple years back I bought my wife flowers for Valentine’s Day from a national florist that had affiliate florist shops all throughout the country (we’ll call the big company NF for national florist and the local florist LF). So the flowers get delivered, and they look like complete garbage. The arrangement was smaller than advertised, and the flowers were a few days from fresh and wilting. Now, in my opinion, it’s Valentine’s Day, the one day a year a florist NEEDS to be on point. So I call LF to complain. I wanted either a replacement arrangement, or a refund so I could go elsewhere to get decent looking flowers for my wife (the grocery store would have been better honestly).

When I called to complain, the person who answered the phone was very rude right from jump. I have to assume it was a crazy busy day for her, and my arrangement wasn’t the only one that had issues. The woman became very defensive, as if the flowers were a part of her soul and I was personally attacking it. I asked to speak to a manager, she replies “I’m the owner”. We continued to argue for the next couple minutes, when I threatened to stop payment on my CC. She said “alright, I’m going to refund you the money, but you’re NEVER allowed to step into my store again”. And hung up on me.

Alright bitch, I got you.

So I spend the next few hours on the phone with NF, bouncing all over the country from call center to call center moving one rung up the ladder of their corporate structure at a time. Until I get about 4 steps from the top, someone gives me a boost, and I got the actual number of the CEO of NF. I spend about 20 minutes on hold after speaking to the secretary and briefly explaining my situation.

I tell the CEO what happens, and he couldn’t have been nicer. I told him, I had ordered from different NF stores from many different states in the past, and was generally satisfied, and I felt like LF in no way represents the NF brand, and they should lose their affiliation. He did not immediately respond to that request, but said he would investigate the situation, and in the meantime send me flowers from a different florist locally within the NF brand. I received those flowers from a florist an hour away, within 2 hours, and they looked amazing. Better than I could have asked for. About 2 weeks later, I received a letter in the mail (I didn’t go into all this detail in my original comment, but the result is the same) and the letter apologized profusely, and thanked me for bringing this to their attention. Apparently, they keep tapes of the calls made to the florists, they reviewed the tapes and agreed, LF did not represent how NF wants to treat its customers, and LF will no longer be a part of the NF brand. He gave me a $250 gift card to any NF store.

Within 2 years, LF closed because it couldn’t support being an independent florist in this suburb when there was already another florist under the NF brand.

So, sure lady, I won’t step foot in your store again. But neither will anyone else.

Mated Pt7 // Werewolf Shawn

(First date! Also updated summary.)

Summary: You and Shawn are mates. He’s an alpha werewolf. You’re a human. Human’s aren’t usually mated to werewolves, but that won’t stop both of you from falling in love anyway.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6


Shawn stops by almost everyday for the next two weeks. Some days he stays for a while and others he’s in and out because he was just on his way to go do some work with his uncle who owned a custom wood furniture business in town. The days he stays you’ve usually got some reading or a webinar for your online courses you signed up for at the beginning of the fall. Shawn will come in, you leave your sliding door unlocked, and lay on your bed with you. Usually he falls asleep curled around you from behind while you’re taking notes or focusing on the demonstration in one of the webinars.

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ToG characters as Scottish tweets
  • Aelin: issue wi males that think it's acceptable to comment on how a girl looks when she's buzzin am not oot tae be stunnin am oot tae cut mad shapes
  • Rowan: my wife wanted two kittens but I am the man in this house so we got two kittens
  • Aedion: losing a snap streak's up there wae losing a kidney
  • Lysandra: thy type of people who say shit like "girls over ___ weight shouldnt post selfies" are an actual human bollock
  • Manon: "u canny hate someone forever" aye a can watch me
  • Dorian: Dinny trust anyone that can bite ice cream pure terminator teeth
  • Chaol: "huvin one of they days" aye right man am huvin one of they lives
  • Gavriel: im at the age where people r askin "so what u doin with ur life" n im like mate am genuinely jus here for a laff x
What’s Destructed ‘round You

Originally posted by captaine-duckling

Pairing: Jaime X (Tyrell) Reader

Word Count: 1600

Warnings: none

-Part 1- -Part 2-


With the better half of your family dead in a fiery blaze at the Sept of Baelor, you are now Cersei’s prisoner, the focus to take out her hollow frustrations, the prophecy inching her further into madness. Jaime can only stand by to watch, as his duty would bid him, for so long.


Jaime had never known what to think of you. Margaery and you were like night and day, Margaery joyful and bright, you reserved and stiff. Though you did have that shifty eye all Tyrell’s seemed to have.

And maybe in another time it would have been strange to see you crying, but Jaime heard about the destruction of the Sept of Baelor. How Mace, Margaery and Loras had been in there when it blew. At court you never shed a tear no matter how Cersei taunted. You were her prisoner now, but you held so strong in the face of her abuse. Jaime supposed he was witnessing a moment meant for no one, if anything he was being cruel just having stumble upon it.

All alone in the garden, sobs only coming in little gasps, Jaime wasn’t sure if he should just leave. But seeing you cover your face and somehow look even smaller tugged all the right strings. Giving a hard sigh, he quietly made his way to you. If you heard his approach, you didn’t show it, remaining by the small murky pool, trembling into your hands.

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◟♢°◝ ┅ natasha, pierre & the great comet of 1812 sentence starters.

 ‘ ____  is young! ‘
‘ she/he/they loves ____ with all her/his/their heart.’
‘ this is in your program! ‘
‘ you’re gonna have to study up a little bit. ‘
‘ he/she/they spend/s their money on woman and wine. ‘
‘ chandeliers and caviar! ‘
‘  ____’s family… totally messed up. ‘
‘ what about  ____? ‘
‘ it’s dawned on me suddenly, and for no obvious reason. ‘
‘ i can’t go on living as i am ‘
‘ the zest of life has vanished! ‘
‘ i used to be better. ‘
‘ i drink too much. ‘
‘ we waste our lives drowning in wine. ‘
’ i’m married but not in love. ‘ 
‘ i pity you. ‘
‘ how beautiful you looked in the snow! ‘
‘ i love you, trust no one but you. ‘
‘ i can’t bear this waiting. ‘
‘ no one can understand. ‘
‘ he’ll come home one day and take me away. ‘
‘ how wonderful to have you here! ‘
‘ well, now we’ll talk! ‘
‘ i am glad and relieved he’ll be the family’s saving grace. ‘

‘ — and i have no friends! ‘
‘ i never go anywhere, i’m never invited! ‘
‘ will i never be happy? will i never be anyone’s wife/husband/spouse? ‘
‘ she’s using you, she wants your money! ‘
‘ insolent girl!’
‘ and from the first glance, i do not like ____ ‘
‘ i must take my leave! ‘
‘ i want you to know how glad i am my brother/sister has found happiness! ‘ 
‘ is that the truth? ‘
‘ the cuckold sits at home! ‘
‘ that’s a woman/man one should stay far away from! ‘
‘ what makes a town pleasant is the beautiful women, isn’t that so? ‘
‘ will you come? ‘
‘ i will make love to her/him/them! ‘
‘ it doesn’t matter, i don’t give a damn! ‘
‘ all i care for is gaiety and women! ‘
‘ here’s to the health of married women — and their lovers! ‘
‘ they say we are asleep until we fall in love. ‘
‘ charming, charming! ‘
‘ these dresses suit you! ‘
‘ anything suits you! ‘
‘ charmante! ‘
‘ how can you live in  ____ and not go nowhere? ‘
‘ so you love somebody? ‘
‘ even if you’re engaged, you must wear your dress out! ‘
‘ my brother/sister is quite madly in love with you! ‘
‘ where have you been? ‘
‘ a woman with a dress is a frightening and powerful thing! 

‘ the thought of throwing them together amuses me! ‘
‘ don’t speak to me of that! ‘
‘ he’s no great man. ‘
‘ none of us are great men. ‘
‘ what am i to do if i love him and the other one too? ‘
‘ i will come and steal you away! ‘
‘ just say yes. ‘
‘ yes! yes! i love you! ‘
‘ you’ve read the letter? ‘
‘ you don’t know what love is! ‘
‘ you’ve only known him/her/them three days! ‘
‘ if you tell, you’re my enemy! ‘
‘ i won’t succumb to your tender tone! ‘
‘ i am afraid you are going to your ruin! ‘
‘ then i’ll go to my ruin! ‘
‘ i hate you, you’re my enemy forever! ‘
‘ i know you are capable of anything! ‘
‘ i know you’ve forgotten me. ‘
‘ i know you so well, my friend. ‘
‘ tonight i go away on an adventure! ‘
‘ you’ll not be seeing me for sometime. ‘
‘ you are married already! ‘
‘ you’d better just give this up now! ‘
‘ go to the devil, eh! ‘
‘ i am not joking! ‘
‘ why would i joke about it, me of all people? ‘
‘ you haven’t thought this through, or do you just don’t care? ‘
‘ if this marriage isn’t valid, then i’m off the hook! ‘
‘ but if it is valid, it really doesn’t matter. ‘
‘ everyone raise a glass! ‘
‘ it’s lucky for him he escaped ‘
‘ listen to me when i speak to you! ‘
‘ what is it to me? i shall die! ‘
‘ i have no betrothed! i have refused him! ‘
‘ don’t touch me! ‘
‘ he is better than any of you! ‘
‘ you all hate and despise me! ‘
‘ there’s ruin at the door! ‘
‘  ____ is a married man/woman! ‘
‘ married? he/she’s married? ‘
‘ you are more repulsive to me than ever! ‘
‘ i don’t consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone! ‘
‘ come now, this is stupid! ‘
‘ and i don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this! ‘
‘ if you wish to be my friend, never speak of that again! ‘
‘ tell him/her to forgive me. ‘
’ did you love that bad man/woman? ‘
’ don’t call him/her bad! ‘
‘ i am not worth it! ‘
‘ i would get down on my knees this minute and ask you for your hand. ‘

Confessions

I can’t find the ask, but a nonnie asked for either Lysaedion’s first kiss for first time. I have to say, this became a little more angsty than I expected.

Oops.

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Our first kiss was minutes before the final battle.

I had been hastily strapping on my armor in the General’s tent when Lysandra came charging in. She shifted from ghost leopard to her human form, stopping only feet away. I glanced up at her, unsurprised by her presence.

“I came to see if you needed any help suiting up,” she said, “but it looks like you’re doing fine on your own.” I gave her a curt nod, unsure what to say. Clearly, there had been more to her sudden appearance than just that, but I couldn’t let myself be distracted.

“Okay then. I’ll see you out there.” She went to leave, but I reached out and snatched her wrist.

“Don’t go.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath, and she turned back to me. I glanced down at the carpet, marveling at the fact that she was still wearing a dress, even going into battle. Gods, she was going into battle against Erawan’s army with little training and less experience. I’d have to position someone with her, make sure she-

I shook my head to clear away the thoughts. It was not the time or place for me to let what I felt for Lysandra, the beautiful warrior with a heart of gold, take precedence. I had an army to lead, and I couldn’t afford to risk so many lives for the sake of hers, even if I loved her. I knew she could hold her own.

Before I could process what was happening, Lysandra grabbed the front of my armor and pulled me to her chest, capturing her lips with my own. It was nothing like I had imagined our first kiss to be; slow and steady, like we had all the time in the world.

Instead, it was filled with hot burning passions and unspoken love. It was the clash of tongues and teeth, fast and urgent. I lost myself in the kiss, committing every inch of her to memory. My fingers dug into her hips, and hers moved to cup my face. The tenderness of the gesture warmed my heart, and I knew then that she loved me the same way I loved her.

The clang of metal on metal outside the tent brought us back to reality. My vision was blurry and my heart raced as I pulled away. Her chest was heaving when she spoke.

“Did you mean what you said on that beach?” Her startlingly green eyes burned with passion, searching the very depths of my soul. “About marrying me,” she clarified, hands shaking as they moved to rest on my metal-clad chest.

“Yes,” I breathed, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “What about it?” She leaned into my touch, biting her lip to keep it from trembling.

“Ask me again.” Her voice was pleading, and she looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. She inhaled deeply, hugging me close and resting her head on my shoulder.

“I love you, Aedion Ashryver, Wolf of the North. I love you, and I need you to know it, because if I don’t return from that field today, at least I will die knowing that I’ve told you.” Blood pounded through my body at the raw, unchecked emotion in her voice.

Lysandra loved me. She loved me, and wanted me to propose. As my silence stretched on, I became more and more aware of the places our bodies touched; how perfectly they fit together. As if we were hewn from the same stone. I tucked a piece of her lovely brown hair behind her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her brow.

“I love you more than anything on this Earth, Lysandra, Lady of Caraverre.” I brushed my lips along her cheekbone, and she let out a shaky breath. “I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and the flame of that love will never be extinguished.”

Love will make a man do crazy things. Add the adrenaline of an impending battle, especially one that you don’t expect to return home from, and you’ve got someone that is fearless and bold.

But I knew it wasn’t the adrenaline that made me say what I did when I dropped to a knee on that dirt floor, clasping her hand like it was my most prized possession. I raised my head, memorizing the sparkle in her emerald green eyes, the vulnerability of her tear stained cheeks and wobbling lip.

“When we return from those killing fields today, Lysandra, I don’t want us to forget this moment. I don’t want this day to be one that we look back on only as a day of slaughter, and that nothing truly good came of it.” I took a deep breath.

“Marry me, Lysandra. Make me the happiest man on this green Earth and be my wife.” I poured every ounce of love and hope and adoration I had into the words, praying she would understand that this was not a decision I made out of desperation.

“Yes, Aedion Ashryver, I will honor you by being your wife until the end of my days.” A sob escaped her lips, and I rose up to pull her into a crushing hug. In that moment, I didn’t give a shit how many men awaited us on that field. I would single-handedly slaughter each and every one of them to keep her from harm. I peppered her skin with my lips and she cried into my shoulder, the saltwater soaking into the leather.

“Come back to me tonight,” she whispered through her tears, stroking a hand through my hair.

“I promise I will come back to you, Lys.” Hellas damn me if I broke that promise. I would tear heaven and hell apart to find my way back to her. I willed steel and iron determination into my voice, lifting her head from my shoulder.

“We both will return tonight.”

I pressed a final kiss to her lips before untangling our arms, taking up the sword of Orynth. I sensed her shift at my side, turning back to find the green eyes of a ghost leopard staring up at me. I held out my hand, and she nuzzled her head against it.

“Together. We’ll go together.”

“Our little Family “

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Sammy(8), Charlotte (4), Sophia(4) Winchester (kids)

Length: 1662 words

Summary: You and the Winchesters got out of hunting a few years ago when your first son Sammy was born. You and Dean got married and bought a house in Kansas, leaving the bunker behind. Your little family expanded when your twins Sophia and Charlotte were born. What happens when a mysterious girl knocks on your door one night and demands Dean Winchester?

A/N: This will be a little series, about 4 chapters. Hope you enjoy reading it. Critique is always welcomed.


Originally posted by hunterchesters

Today was one of those days where you wished you could have stayed in bed. You woke up to a loud noise and crying coming from one of the kids’ rooms. Your eyes shot open and you jumped out of bed, running into the hallway, seeking for the source of the noise.

“Is everything alright in here?” You opened the door of the twins’ room. Then you saw it.

“Sophie, honey what happened?” You picked up your crying 4-year-old from the floor. Her little sobs were breaking your heart.

“Mommy, I had a nightmare. And then…” Another sob shook her tiny body. “And then I fell out of bed.” She buried her face in your neck and you hugged her tighter to your body, stroking her blond hair.

“My poor baby. Did you hurt yourself?” You asked and she shook her head no.

“Everything’s okay now Sophie. The nightmare’s over. How about I make you your favorite breakfast?” She looked up, her eyes still red from the crying.

“Waffles with syrup?” You chuckled and turned around, seeing your other daughter still asleep in her bed, oblivious of what just happened.

“Of course. Whatever you like sweetheart. But now, let’s wake up your sister.” You put her down and she jumped on Charlotte’s bed, tickling her twin. Charlotte woke up groaning and tried to hide under the blanket. You smiled at them and sat on her bed, tickling both of them until they squealed.

“Come on you two. Wake up daddy, your brother, and your uncle Sam. I’m gonna prepare some waffles.” They jumped out of bed, running to your bedroom. You walked downstairs into the kitchen and smiled to yourself when you heard laughter coming from upstairs, indicating your husband was awake.

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Had to Give You Away (Lin/Reader)

Summary: Lin was the foundation on which you built your life, until he wasn’t anymore.

Note: My last fic of the year. I have an inbox full of cute prompts waiting to be filled, so naturally I wrote a depressing divorce fic that literally nobody asked for. Happy New Year?

You can find Part 2A here.

You can find Part 2B here.

Word count: 4634

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erin-m-brown  asked:

Hello!! I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where Betty and Jughead made a promise to each other when they were slightly younger to marry each other if neither of them was married by thirty-five and so Jughead tries to sabotage every relationship that Betty has till then? If so that would be amazing and again I love your writing and I can't wait for part three of that story!

Okay, to finish out this request, I’m going to have to make a part 2 lol. So here’s the part where they make the pact, and part 2 will be the series of times Jughead tries to sabotage her relationships. Hope that’s okay! 

@riverdale-ships also sent in a request to have a fic about Bughead as kids being really cute together, so I hope it’s alright that I combined the two. <3

Note: This takes place when Betty and Jughead are in the 4th Grade, so everyone is either 9 or 10 years-old. 

“Juggie, give it back!”

Betty lunged for the book that Jughead was holding high above his head, using all her strength to snatch it out of his grasp.

“I’m saving you the heartache, Bets, this book does not have a satisfying ending and wouldn’t be worth your time to finish,” Jughead explained, yanking the book away and shielding it against his chest. “In fact, we should probably just burn it now and save everyone else the misery it caused me.”

Betty stared him down, waiting for him to make his move before faking a lunge in one direction and shuffling her feet to dive for the book in the other direction. Betty smiled to herself triumphantly as she ran her hand along the cover that read The Bridge to Terabithia, before looking up to meet Jughead’s annoyed gaze.

“That’s my decision to make, Juggie,” Betty reminded him, tucking the book safely away inside her desk and turning in her chair to smile back at the red-headed boy chatting with his friends at the other end of the classroom. “Besides, Archie said it was really good and I trust his judgment.”

Please,” Jughead scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically as he followed her gaze back to their friend who was now making his way over to them with his brand new lunchbox in his hands. “The last book Archie read was Chicka Chicka Boom Boom in the first grade.”

“Actually, I just read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe for my book report, Jugs,” Archie informed him, swinging his lunchbox around by the handle as he passed them to stand in line for the lunchroom. “I loved it.”

“Oh, well, I stand corrected,” Jughead muttered sarcastically, a light-hearted tone to his voice as Archie smiled at him with amused eyes and headed out of the classroom towards the cafeteria.

A designer lunch bag swung around Jughead’s shoulder to land with a thud on his desk, causing worksheets to fly everywhere and land in various spots around the room.

“Sorry that not all of us can stand to read those boring mystery novels you like, Jughead,” Cheryl Blossom teased, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders as she tossed it behind her with a flick of her wrist. “We are only in the 4th grade  after all - or have you forgotten that small fact with that useless pea-sized brain of yours?”

“Yeah, and I bet all those fashion magazines you read are doing wonders for your intellect, Cheryl,” Jughead spat, pushing her lunchbox off his desk just as she grabbed the handle to pull it away effortlessly. “Gotta remember to pick one of those up on my next grocery store run. Not that you’ve even stepped foot in one of those before - you probably have no idea what I’m talking about!”

“Juggie, come on, we’re going to be late for lunch,” Betty gently pulled on Jughead’s arm and lead him towards the door to the classroom as they let Cheryl saunter by, her hair swinging behind her like a pendulum in an old grandfather clock. “Archie said he would save us a seat.”

“I swear, Betty, sometimes you’re the only person in the entire world I can stand to be around,” Jughead admitted, running his fingers along the brick wall of the hallway as they walked past each classroom. “No one gets me like you do.”

“Well, you are pretty complicated for a nine-year-old,” Betty informed him, giving him a sideways smile as she shuffled her feet along the tiled floor to keep up with him. “You can’t really blame everyone else for not liking the same things you like.”

“I don’t need them to like the things I like, Bets,” Jughead sighed. “I don’t even need them to like me. In fact, I don’t need them at all. The only people I need are you and Jellybean and Archie and that’s it, I’m set for the rest of my life.”

“What about when you get older?” Betty asked, her ponytail swinging forward to hit her cheek as she turned to look at Jughead. “Aren’t you going to want to meet a girl and get married one day?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead furrowed his brows together as he let this notion sink in. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Well I think your future wife will be pretty lucky,” Betty told him, her lips twitching up into a wide smile. “Whoever she is.”

“Hey, I have an idea,” Jughead stopped suddenly, grabbing Betty’s arm as they watched their classmates filing into the cafeteria. “Let’s make a pact right now. If neither of us are married by the time we’re - I don’t know, what would you consider old?”

“Thirty-five?”

“Okay, if neither of us are married by the time we’re thirty-five, we agree to marry each other, no questions asked,” Jughead posed the idea, his hands gesticulating wildly as he let the dozens of thoughts swirling around his mind transform into spoken word. “We’ll just go to the courthouse like those people I saw on that reality show, and then we’ll get married and that will be the end of that.”

“You sure you don’t want to fall in love first?” Betty wondered, a distant smile forming on her lips as she thought about all the fairytales she read when she was younger about princesses who met their prince and fell in love. “I always thought that sounded really nice.”

“Well, I like you a lot,” Jughead reasoned, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to gesture towards her ponytail. “Your hair smells nice and you give me your leftover chips at snack time. I think that’s close enough, right?”

“I guess you’re right,” Betty agreed. “Okay, we have a deal. Secret handshake?”

“It’s not an official deal without it,” Jughead reminded her, sticking out his hand as he prepared to complete the complicated handshake they created the summer after second grade.

“Betty, Jughead, over here!” Archie called out to them from inside the cafeteria, causing Betty to turn away from Jughead and wave back to him with a giant smile plastered on her face.

“There’s Archie, let’s go!” Betty exclaimed, leaving Jughead’s side and hurrying into the lunchroom to take her seat next to Archie.

“Come on, Archie, help a kid out here,” Jughead muttered under his breath, watching as Betty dumped out her lunch bag onto the table before spinning around in her seat to laugh at something Archie just said. “I don’t stand a chance if you keep making her smile like that.”

With that, Jughead headed through the double doors to join his friends at their usual lunch spot, already formulating the various plans he would put into place to ensure that he would always be able to stick to his pact with Betty no matter what.

The Days of Wine and Roses

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,

Love and desire and hate;

I think they have no portion in us after

We pass the gate.


They are not long, the days of wine and roses:

Out of a misty dream

Our path emerges for a while then closes

Within a dream.


-Ernest Dowson, Vitae Summa Brevis


We were always the best of friends, Cas and I. His parents’ estate was just up the road from mine. We chased each other through the tall grasses, climbed (and fell out of) trees, learned how to ride our ponies. On rainy days we hid from our brothers and sisters in the sables; we’d lay on our backs in the hayloft, side by side, telling each other stories of our imagined futures. Even then neither could imagine a future without the other. “Maybe you could marry Charlie,” I said, only half joking. “Then you’d be my brother.” Cas only smiled a sad sort of smile and shook his head.

As we grew older we went through school together. We read the same books and spent hours discussing them; my favorite was actually when we disagreed. Sometimes I pretended to take the opposite side, just to watch the growing frustration on Cas’s face. He had a way of tilting his head to the side in confusion that made laughter bubble up inside me every time he did it. We also took long rides through the countryside. By the time we were thirteen we knew every inch of field and wood around us ranging ten miles in every direction.

It was the summer we were sixteen I realized he was more than just my friend.

It was a rainy day. Our mothers didn’t like it, but we still escaped to the stables on days it rained. They clucked and complained when we came home with dust and straw in our hair and clothes. But it had been our place since we were small; nothing could convince us to give it up.

That day Cas was complaining about an upcoming party. “I hate those things,” he said. “Gabriel and Balthazar always spend the entire evening pushing me toward every buffle-brained female in the room. It’s a nightmare.”

“I’d rather be here with you, too,” I said, “but there must be one or two you find at least tolerable. You’re going to have to take a wife eventually.”

“No, Dean” said Cas, and I heard conviction in his voice. “I’ll never marry.”

“Surely you just haven’t met the right girl, Cas,” I said. “We’re only sixteen, we still have a few years before we’re expected to find brides.”

Cas sat up so he could look at me. His blue eyes were somehow fierce and perfectly steady at once. “No,” he said again, and this time he put his hand on top of mine. “There is no girl, anywhere, for me.”

Suddenly the hayloft felt much too close; I was dizzy and my hand under Cas’s was overly hot, but somehow I couldn’t look away from his eyes. It washed over me all at once why Cas never really looked at girls, or danced with them at parties, and why I rarely did either.

Cas was mine and I was his.

“Castiel,” I whispered. I sat up, I touched his cheek with my free hand. I wanted to say more, but my mind went blank.

I felt like I was drowning in those blue, blue eyes.

He knew, though. He always knew.

I’d never thought much about kissing before that day. I’d seen Father kiss Mother on the cheek or on the hand. I’d considered that one day I’d have a wife, and I’d be obliged to kiss her, and more. But I’d never had any desire to try it. But in that stable loft, surrounded by the sweet, dusty smell of hay, and with the sound of rain on the roof, I learned just how perfect a kiss could be.

We had to keep our love a secret, mostly. I’m almost certain Cas’s brother Gabriel suspected, and my brother Sam. My little sister Charlie came right out and asked if I loved Cas. Charlie’s always been the perceptive one. When I told her the truth she squealed and hugged me around the neck.

Making our life together was complicated, of course. We had to convince our parents that we didn’t–and would never–want to marry, to avoid the young women trying to ensnare us, and to find a way to get away from prying eyes. Eventually, the year we turned twenty one, we bought a small cottage far from town, just “two bachelors living together.” The day we moved into that little house felt like coming home.

We kept to ourselves as much as we could. We didn’t like having to hide, but we took comfort in each other, and in our new home. We had a team of horses to drive and one each to ride. We still loved to wander the countryside, and to hide in the hayloft when it rained. On sunny days we tended our gardens, both vegetables and flowers. We planted fruit trees. Cas kept bees. I learned to cook, and even Mother was impressed with my baking, especially my pies. Everyone loved my pies. Cas’s favorite was my bread, warm from the oven, covered in honey.

Those years, those beautiful years. Every morning I woke up with Cas in my arms, his back pressed against my chest. I kissed his shoulder and murmured, “Good morning, Sunshine.” Every night I fell asleep wrapped in his love, his kisses lingering on my lips.

It’s been twenty-six years since our first kiss.

Every moment has been a gift.



Inktober with the Bunker || Day 6: Victorian Era

Reincarnation (Mummy AU Jungkook) Pt8 ~final(maybe)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Type: Angst Fluff


You smiled at Jeongguk “what was she like?” you asked him as he put down the drink in his hand “what?” he asked back “Maat” you told him. “She was a true gift from the gods. She was kind and loving. Gorgeous. She was the first woman to say that she loved me” he says as a large smile came onto his face. “I asked her to be my wife and she accepted right away” he sighed. “She’s hard to describe” he finished “I’m glad you had her. Are you sure you want to replace her because I look like her?” you asked him.

His smile dropped “what do you mean?” he asked “you love Maat. You can’t truly make me her-” “I don’t want you to be her” he spoke nearly yelled. “I’ve known you 3 days. You told me you weren’t her already. I can’t change it alright. No one will be Maat” he says as he eyes water. “I know you are the only person who will make it easier, knowing she will never be here again hurts. I want to get to know you, Y/N” he whispered “that is why I’m trying to be around you” he told “maybe you could remember her life but that doesn’t mean I want you to become her” he states. “Guk” you say as you looked at him in shock. “You want to love me even if I can’t be her?” you asked softly “yes. I truly believe I can fall in love with you” he spoke as you got up.

You wrapped your arms around him hugging him close to you. He smiled as he quickly hugged back “you aren’t drunk correct?” he asked as you shook your head no. “Good” he whispered as he pulled you closer. He leaned forward pressing a kiss to your cheek as you giggled. “You’re mine” he cooed as you rolled your eyes “we aren’t dating. We’re going to get to know each other better then if it works out well then we can date” you explain as be smile turns into a pout.

“Sorry it’s how modern times work. I’m not truly yours because you say so” you tell him teasingly as you watched the wine in your glass shift. “Why is it so complicated?” he asked “humans realized that love is more important than power and wealth” you tell him. “Well my love is there” he says “well it has to be shared on both halves” you told him. “You don’t love me yet?” he asked “no. I have a feeling I’m going to eventually give into it all” you tell him as he smiles. “Now what is this?” he asked drawing attention to the food “pasta and some sauce” you tell him as he smiles “exciting” he spoke as he picked up a fork “there’s a lot of exciting foods out there. You get to try them now” you tell him as you two began small talk for the real first time where both of you felt 100% comfortable with the situation.


Sorry its so short!! I kinda want to leave your mind open to what may happen with the two of you in the future!!

There were plenty of pictures of the ladies from this weekend so I wanted one of Steve and me. It’s been a great weekend with our guests. @snapthistiger and his wife, @coffeeandmuscles, and @littlerunnergurl were here for a few days with @trivialsheila and me.

Yesterday we participated in the Twin Cities Tough Mudder. These obstacle course events are fun. My knees and elbows got pretty scraped up. My shoulders are a bit sore today but that’s OK because I completed all the obstacles requiring arm strength. Luckily I don’t have any of the deep, dark bruises Kari and LRG are wearing so well now. Those look like they’ll hurt for a while but oh my gosh they have such magnificent shades of green and purple!

LRG cooked all but one of our meals. There are leftovers to feed me for the rest of the week. It was nice catching up with Kari, one of the first Tumblrs I met in real life. Snap’s in the oil industry. He answered my numerous questions about his line of work while we had cold beer on my patio.

@almondsofjoy​ joined us one night for dinner. She’s visited the Trivial household several times. We fed her and sent her home with leftovers. In return Anh answered numerous entomology questions. Hey! Are dragonflies mating while flying stuck together?

Last night there was substantial martini enjoyment combined with a thoughtful, nuanced discussion of Siri vs Alexa that lasted well into the wee hours of the morning. Kari and LRG think they and their silly iPhones won the debate. Uh, whatever. Alexa and I don’t brag; we are quiet, dignified winners. (Siri and Alexa probably went to bed that night saying OMG, dumbest questions ever! And please stop yelling at us!)

Sheila and I bid farewell to Snap, Mrs. Snap, and Kari today. Tomorrow I dump LRG at the airport (or just near it if she irritates me). Ella will be so sad with four fewer sets of hand available to pet her.

Gaia’s treat jar is overflowing with proof of how much fun a Tumblr get together is. When the recycling dude empties that bin Thursday the sound will wake the dead.

OMG today at work this black girl came thru my line and i was looking at her and i was like…. ok…. shes a stud… very obviously a lesbian… but ofc i cant say anything sjsowkkw. but also shes fine as hell so im stuttering like a fool and also i cant enter her rewards card number right cuz olis a useless dyke! so shes like “fuck it” and then it gets even BETTER…. this OTHER fine as hell girl comes up next to her and im like fucking gawking rn! cuz the stud asks if she has a card number and the other girl goes “we’re married we have the same card!!” and im 😱😱😱 rejoicing cuz 1.) gaydar on point 2.) lesbians! in my line! looking sessy as hell!!! i was just SO happy like the other girl wasnt afraid to say that they were married at all and my gay heart went 😭😭😭💖💖💖!!!! they also had these GORGEOUS rings on their fingers and that like defined my whole day i was jus so happy after… girls luvin girls rlly makes the world go round… rlly makes life tolerable… i want that to b me gettin groceries w my beautiful wife one day 😩

Girls Night

@themarieffect asked that Mary, Anthea and Molly are besties and John, Mycroft and Sherlock find out! Mythea, Warstan, and Sherlolly. This is the last prompt! Turns out I had six prompts, and I couldn’t pass this one up!!! Prompts are closed now though. But stay tuned for more fic giveaways in the future!


There was an awful lot of commotion coming from Molly’s flat. Loud music, glassware clinking and now and then some kind of thumping following by hysterical laughter.

“Oh my Lawks, ‘Thea, you’re going to break something!”

“No I’m not shut up!”

“I wish you’d just wait for Sherlock to come over, he’s tall enough, he can hang them up when he comes over tomorrow-“

This was met by a chorus of whistles and shrieking noises.

“Oh shut up!” Molly shouted, laughing.

John, Mycroft and Sherlock stood on the stairway leading up to Molly’s flat.

“Sounds like a hen party,” John said at last.

“For…what?” Mycroft asked, still staring at the door, quite unused to his wife making crass jokes…or talking about his posterior outside of their bedroom, and to other ladies.

“That’s more than I care to hear about your bottom, brother-mine.”

“Well now we know,” John said, shutting his eyes with a shrug. “Everyone agrees you have a fit bottom, that can also be described as ‘cute’ and ‘perky’, Mycroft,” he slapped him on the shoulder and went on up the stairs.

“You don’t mean you’re actually going up there!” Mycroft gasped.

“Look, Mary texted me, it must’ve been important. What are you doing here anyways?”

Both Holmes brothers shifted, trying to square their shoulders in the narrow hall.

“Molly texted me.”

“I received a text from my wife,” they both answered at once, then glanced at each other.

“Well then…maybe they need ice or snacks, and nobody wants to drive or get dressed or something.”

“Get dressed?!” Mycroft again looked alarmed.

“Yeah,” John said, pausing at the door. “Girls do that. They’ll hang out in their pants all day if they like…doesn’t Anthea do that?”

Mycroft couldn’t speak, eyes glazed over somewhat.

“Molly does that sometimes,” Sherlock volunteered.

John gave a ‘there you go’ nod to him and then knocked on the door.  

“Oh I told you!”

“You haven’t checked yet!”

“Ten to one it’s John-“

There was a ruckus as they all went running across the flat, and fairly ripped the door open. The three of them stood there, half-dressed, Mary and Molly had rollers in their hair, and Anthea was blowing on her nails. Clearly, all of them had been drinking.

“Who did we say wins if all three came at the same time?” Molly asked.

“We do, because we’ll send them for food,” Mary said, and reached for her wallet, pulling out a wad of cash. “Kebab shop is fine! You boys get something for yourselves to eat as well!” with that the door shut, leaving all three of them once again on the landing, wondering what in the heck was going on.

“Were we just-“

“Played like a fiddle, yep,” John nodded, pocketing the money. “Come on, we’ll get the girls something to eat, and then I suggest we go and find a pub.”

“I concur,” Sherlock agreed. “No chip butties though, they make Molly sick.”

“Right.”

“I…I don’t-“ Mycroft was still fumbling for words. “How long has this sort of thing been going on?”

“What?” John laughed. “I dunno. Does it matter?”

“Not in the least!” Mycroft replied. “I am only surprised…”

“That Anthea’s a woman?”

“No, I’ve always been quite aware of that,”

“Then what?” Sherlock asked now, curious as to why his brother was so flustered.

“Well, I always knew you two were idiots,” Mycroft said. “I never expected that I would fall for something as benign as a ‘Come quickly, you’re needed’, text, when I know for a fact there was nothing urgent about.”

“Then why did you come?” John asked. He and Sherlock exchanged grins.

Again, Mycroft looked at them both, weighing the options of telling them the truth or not. Instead he alighted up to the kebab shop door. “Right, so dinner will be on me then,” he declared and headed in.

“You think he was hoping for…”

“A booty-call, yes,” Sherlock nodded.

“I don’t know if I want to let him forget that just yet,” John said, laughing.

“Nor do I, leastwise not for the rest of the night…”