Please tell me it wasn’t just me who sang ‘Spider Pig’ when the Spiderman theme song was playing at the start of the Spiderman: Homecoming movie?
And why is no one talking about how Marvel trolled us with Captain America in the extra scene after the credits??
wow. team 10 is performing it’s everyday bro at the teen choice awards.
all I have to say is why? why are we giving these idiots more attention? I mean I get they’re relevant, but c'mon. you could give that spot to musicians or people who have actual talent. but instead yet again we have jake paul, an indecent role model and just all around jerk getting more views and attention
The sound of the bell above the door chimed loudly signaling
that someone had just come into your store. You looked up from the display case
you were polishing and smiled.
“Hi, welcome!” you said cheerfully to your newest customers.
The young girl and her mother smiled politely and went to peruse the Wonder
Woman action figures you had just finished re-stocking only moments before. It had
been about three months since you’d signed the lease on your very own comic
book store, and business couldn’t be better. With all of the new Marvel and DC
movies that were coming out, customers were flocking to your store to buy all
kinds of comic books and merch.
Recently, people were buying Spider-Man related things after
the newest movie was released. Being a Marvel fan yourself, it didn’t take too
much convincing for you to dedicate your current widow display to the masked
After another hour, it was just about time for you to close
the shop for the day. When the last customer had vacated, you began to do some
cleaning and finish a few other tasks. The door chimed once again and you were
about to tell the newcomer that the shop was closed, but stopped once you saw
that it was, Y/F/N.
Summary: A month further, Ivar is all overprotective now and suddenly wants to marry you. But your head is somewhere else … you have more pain than usual, your son kicks less than normal. You have still a month to go and just as you want to visit Helga there are thos contractions. Your son lies in the wrong direction and you just lose to much blood, will you survive? Words: 2714
You wore a gown for a change, it was a lot more comfortable than the
typical warrior clothes you wore before, certainly with your oversized belly.
There were two things changed since the attack from last month. Ivar was more
around … constanly watching you like you could drop any moment to the ground.
And your son kicked not that hard anymore, you hardly felt him move at all. “We
should marry.” Ivar said. You turned on the chair and looked how he get his
shirt on. “Why, Ivar? Because I’m pregnant of your son?” “Yes.” He nodded. You
looked at him and bited your lip, a little dreamy. “You don’t want to?” He
asked. You pulled yourself out of your own thoughts and looked at him. “Your
changing, growing all soft.” You spotted. He frowned his eyebrows and stared at
the door. “You said I would be a good father.” He looked at you, a little
unsteady maybe. You pushed yourself from the chair and walked over to the bed.
He supported you as soon as you were in range. “I will not break.” You smiled
because of his over protection. “You maybe not but he,” he pressed his lips
against your belly and looked up at you for a moment. “you can’t be carefull
enough.” He wispered. “You kiss him already a lot more than me.” You observed.
He chuckles and pulled his head back. “You jealous?” He asked with that
seductive smile you loved. How could you be jealous, he treated you like a goddess
past month. And even he was a cripple, he crawled half the village if you
needed something. But you never told him that there was something changed with
your son. You never told him about the pain you sometimes had. It was to early,
it wasn’t possible. “I wish I could know what you are thinking of.” “Hmm.” You
looked at him and shook your head. “Nothing really. Shouldn’t you be with your
brothers?” You asked to switch the subject. He narrowed his eyes and nodded
slowly. “You never aswered my question, we should marry.” “Get me through
childbird and maybe I will.” You gave in. He smiled, as if he completed
something that took a lot of work. You watched him getting of the bed and
crawling to the door, without kissing you goodbye, see …
As soon as he was away you stroke over your belly, trying to control
the little pain you were already feeling again. “Maybe we should go visit
Helga.” You said softly against yourself. You stood up, walked the house out to
Helga. It was a long walk, to long and you needed to rest more than once. You
where almost by the house when you felt a cramp coming up. “Not now, please.”
You wispered to your belly, holding your body up to a tree. “Y/n?” You looked
up to Floki who stood with an axe besides a fallen tree. He came towards you,
confused looking from your belly to your face. “I think somethings wrong?” You
said afraid. “Helga is with Torvi, you need to go back.” “I gonna loose him.”
You wispered. It was a month to early, you son couldn’t come now. “You’re not
believing in the gods Y/n, they have great plans for you and your son.” You
watched to Floki who maked some weird movements with his hand above his head.
You felt the pain again and Floki supported you back to the village, the whole
way he was mumbling to himself, praying to the gods. He got you home, back on
the bed before he rushed out to get Helga and some other woman. Helga told you
over her childbirth, over the pain, the yelling. But you mostly felt fear now
you were there all by yourself, trying to control your breathing while Floki
get the others. It felt like hours but when she got through the door she
immidiatly began to look for symptoms. “He will come y/n.” “It’s to soon.” You
said in panic. Margrethe followed with some other woman you hardly knew. “How
long is this going on?” Helga asked while she started preparing. Margrethe was
warming water by the fire, the other woman folded fabrics for the baby, or for
you, who knows. “Since the attack, he didn’t moved liked before and sometimes I
felt a light pain. I was coming to see you Helga.” Their was a new contraction
and you already felt the sweat coming up. “Does Ivar know?” “Does Ivar know
what?” He asked in the doorway. His confused gaze said enough. He needed some
time to put it all together but when he finally looked at you, you saw a little
anger underneath concern. “y/n?” He asked, still in the doorway. You sucked in
a deep breath and looked then towards him. “I’m sorry.” You wispered. He crawled
to the bed and both of you looked to Helga who was puching your belly. “He
doesn’t lie with his head in the good direction.” She confirmed. You closed
your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. “It’s my fault, I should have
stopped training, riding, I should have stayed home with the attack, because of
me you never gonna see your son alive.” A new contraction hits you and you
tried to just bite away the pain. Ivar laid his hand on your forehead, his thumb
stroking your skin. “You will get through this, the gods are not that cruel
y/n.” But you hardly couldn’t listen to him. “You should go Ivar.” You wispered
through your tears. When you looked at him he shook his head. “Please, for once
don’t be so stubborn.” You said further. He laid his arm around your head and
you took a hold at it with both hands. “You can do battle, you can do this to.
I know you only one way Y/n and that is strong.” He wispered, pressing a short
kiss on your forehead. The more contractions there came, the more pain you got.
“He has to get out Y/n, you have to start pressing.” Helga said. The fear in
your eyes overcame all your power to fight. Margrethe watched in concern while
you pushed for the first time, and the second … and the third. Helga exchanged
looks with the other woman and you closed your eyes, hiding your head against
Ivar’s arm. “What is it?” He asked. You knew you were bleeding already a lot
and it shouldn’t supposed to go like that. “If the baby don’t come out soon he
will kill Y/n. She is already loosing to much blood and losing all strenght.”
Helga answered him before she turned to the two other women and start to
explain things to them. “Y/n, you have to do this.” Ivar softly said against
your ear. You turned your head and shook your head. “Promise me you will take
care of him. If I die, please, Ivar, take care of him. Make him fierce and
famous just like you are. Promise me?” Your fingertips stroked his cheekbone
while you looked at him. He nodded, you saw a tear from the corner of his eye
getting towards his cheek. “Your the most amazing man I ever met Ivar and I’m
glad that I always could fight beside you through all those times, that I can
carry your son now.” “Don’t make this a goodbye.” He wispered. You looked away
from him, back to Helga who nodded slowly. “The faster he is out, the more
change you have Y/n.” She said with a strong voice. She gave you some courage. You
took a deep breath, clenched yourself on to Ivar his arm en closed your eyes.
How hard could it be? You start pushing, yelling all the pain into Kattegat.
After ten times there was hardly any progress and your head felt back in the
bed, your eyes half shut. “Can’t you cut it out?” Ivar asked impatient,
restless, angry almost. “Cut it out? Are you mad. She will loose more blood!” Helga defensed
your situation immidiatly. “She is dying Helga!” He yelled at here. “And he isn’t
coming.” He pointed at your belly. You wanted to comfort him but all of your
energy slowly dripped away. “I’m not gonna cut into Y/n.” Helga shook her head.
“Do it or I will the one cutting into you.” He was totaly panicking, that was for
sure. “What if I cut into him?” “Get him out Helga, we are losing her.” Ivar
threatened. “I will do it.” Someone said with a steady tone. You opended your
eyes a little only to see Lagertha walking in, confident and practical. Ivar
looked at her, not sure what he had to do. “If I don’t she will die.” Lagertha
asked him for permission, he nodded before he turned to you again. He laid his
hands against your cheeks, looking for eye contact. “You can’t give up now Y/n,
please, don’t leave, don’t leave me.” He begged with tears in his eyes you
never saw before. You wanted to respond but their was nothing left for you.
Lagertha started to cut and the pain and bloodloss of that maked you lose
Did you go to Valhalla if you failed to deliver your child? The seer
saw you dying loneliness but this was not that. You constanly heard prayers,
people talking to you, stroking their fingers over your forehead, thought your
hair. You couldn’t move, your body
slowly took his final ride, you hoped to Valhalla … you were sure you earned
it. You fought many battles, this one was your last. You wished you just could
open your eye one last time, to see the people you loved. You said it not
enough, you were always so distant and hard, hardly showing any emotions and
now … it was to late. You would die and you wouldn’t see you own son. If you
had a last wish it would be that, see him, hold him, touch him. You heard the
sounds of a sacrifice in your head, you weren’t even sure if it was real. But
it was like the gods heard your last prayer to let you see your son. Only it
was in a dream, the kind of dream you always wanted to have. You saw your son,
he stood beside the chariot of Ivar with that same strongheaded look. Black hair,
just like his father cut it. He was so young, full in battlegear, a sword in
his belt. There was a full army on both sides of him. He looked up in the
chariot, towards his father. “You ready?” Ivar asked his son amused. The boy
nodded, looking towards the enemy while he tightened his grip on his shield.
“Give the commando.” Ivar followed, proudly looking towards his son. The boy
pulled his sword, ready for his first battle besides his father. “SHIELD WALL!”
He yelled and the full army put their shields in front. That was the dream the
gods gave you before they pulled you back in that dark unsure world between
dying and living.
When you forced you eyes open you couldn’t see much exept for a
ceiling. Their was some wet fabric on you head and you felled some tinglings in
your fingers and toes. You felt heavy, heavy and tired. For a moment you didn’t
knew where you were, was this Valhalla? It had a lot in comment with the house
you had in Kattegat. To your suprice your head turned, looking for some grip on
the reality. Their was a bowl with water, some herbs and dried fabrics with
blood, your blood. You turned your head slowly to the left only to see Ivar,
sleeping in a chair. His legs bound in front of him. He looked so peacefull, so
not full of anger like usual. But it wasn’t seeing him again that started tears
rolling down your face, it was what rested on his chest, a small little baby.
You always tried to imagine Ivar with a child, a baby even but the image was
never completly right but this … He had his hand supportive under the little
guy, both sleeping and both so peacefull. “Ivar.” Your voice was weak, sore and
barly to hear. He didn’t react. You tried to move but it didn’t worked, you
were still to weak. Your son maked a little noice, turning his head against his
father before sleeping further. Ivar moved a little to, moving his head to the
same direction in his sleep. The tears rolled over your cheeks, you were alive,
the gods gave you a second change, they found it worty for you to see your son
You stared for a least what felt like hours before someone came in. It
was Helga and when she saw your wet face and open eyes she immidiatly came to
the bed. “It’s so good to finally see you awake.” You said tenderly. “What,”
“You lost a lot of blood during childbirth, it almost killed you. Lagertha had
to cut him out. Afterwards you had a fever, what is under control now.” She
explained while feeling your head and cheeks. “Do you want me to wake them?”
She asked with a look towards Ivar and your son, you nodded slowly. Helga stood
up and turned towards Ivar. “Ivar.” She shook his shoulder carefully. “It’s not
because I’m holding a baby that I’m not be able to kill.” He murmured. You
wanted to laugh because of what he said but you couldn’t, you were still crying
over the fact that you were alive. “Y/n is awake.” Helga smiled. You saw Ivar
his eyes fly open, his gaze directly towards you. “Take over.” He wispered
without even looking toward Helga. She took the baby from his chest and he let
his body fall to the ground before crawling to the bed. He pushed his body up
and carefull laid a hand against you cheek. You closed your eyes, finding his
hand with yours. “I never believed the gods would take you away from this
world.” He wispered. His free hand stroked your hair and you almost felt asleep
again. “Y/n?” You opened your eyes and looked back at him. “I love you, I never
said it enough.” He followed. “How do you feel Y/n?” Helga asked while she was
rocking your son back to sleep. “Tired.” You honestly answered. “Then go back
to sleep my love.” “Don’t get all emotional over me Ivar.” You hardly had the
strenght to speak but it brought you a smile for him. “You gave uss a couple
days to overthink our lives and get emotional over it.” He replied. You looked
back to Helga and your son, Ivar took it as a sign and pulled his body on the
bed, wraping his arms carefully around you to pull you a little up. “Carefull
Ivar.” Helga said. Your body rested against Ivar chest but despite the pain you
didn’t protest. “Give him back.” He demanded Helga with a tone you never heard
him talking with. You frowned your eyebrows but fast loose the interest in that
because of what was heading your way … your son. Helga laid him back in Ivar’s
arms, he was so tender with his movements that the tears came back. You looked
down at the baby, dark, almost black hair, soft skin, tiny fingers and those
ocean blue eyes like his father. He was staring at you, concentrated almost.
“Meet y/n, she is the strongest and fiercest woman of Kattegat and the world.
Lucky for you son she’s also your mother.” Ivar introduced his son to you. The
baby stared at you before his gaze felt on Ivar, you turned you head and met
the loving smile on Ivar his lips. “Already in love?” You asked with a small
painfull grin. “He is healthy Y/n, not a cripple like me and as beautifull as
you.” Ivar said softly, both of you looking how your son his eyes felt shut.
You laid a finger on his small hand and looked how he wrapped his little
fingers around it. You head rested against Ivar’s chest as you felt asleep as
I don't know if you did this number, but if not, then please number 20. :-)
I’m not even sure what this is tbh it just popped into my head
“Something’s clearly wrong,” Beca said, casting an anxious glance at Chloe, who was still sitting in the corner of the sofa. Her knees were drawn into her chest and she was scrolling on her phone. There was a crease in her forehead she only got when she was frowning. “Maybe if you told me what it was I could help.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Chloe said, not looking away from her phone.
Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She wasn’t good at this. She wasn’t used to it. Chloe was always the happy one.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Chloe asked. She didn’t say it particularly harshly, but Beca still recoiled slightly.
“No,” Beca said. “We got everything in the studio done today so I thought I’d come home early. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
It was Chloe’s turn to sigh.
“I am happy to see you.”
“Yeah, you really look it.”
Chloe had to bite her tongue so she didn’t snap back. “It’s just… since you posted that picture of us on your Instagram, some of your fans have been… well, they just aren’t happy that you aren’t single.” Chloe said.
Chloe handed Beca her phone so she could read the string of hateful anonymous messages that Chloe had received on her tumblr.
“Oh my god,” Beca said softly. “Chlo’, I’m so sorry. I had no idea this would happen. I thought they’d be happy for me.”
“It’s okay,” Chloe said.
“No it isn’t,” Beca replied. “It is absolutely not okay.” She handed Chloe her phone back. “Baby, I’m so sorry they did this. I’ll post a video or something and tell them to stop.”
“No, don’t do that, it’ll make it worse,” Chloe said. “I’ll just turn off anonymous messages and stay away from social media for a few days.”
“You shouldn’t have to do that,” Beca said.
“I knew something like this would happen,” Chloe said. “Your fans are always so… intense. I knew they’d react strongly to you getting a girlfriend.”
“But we’ve been dating for years!”
“But they’ve only just found out,” Chloe said. “They just want you to be happy. They think I’m some new girl who just showed up. They think I don’t know you and I’m just interested in you because you’re famous.”
“But you make me happy! I’m gonna post something,” Beca said, pulling out her own phone.
“No, you don’t have to.”
“Yes I do,” Beca said.
She scrolled through her photos and found an old selfie of her and Chloe and wrote a long paragraph before posting it to Instagram.
Chloe’s phone buzzed like it always did when Beca posted something.
She clicked on the photo, and read the description.
‘This is my girlfriend @aca-Beale. We’ve been dating for around five years. This photo was taken on the day we graduated college together. She’s been my best friend since the day I met her. She makes me feel so loved and so happy and I love her more than I thought humanly possible. She has been there through all my highs and lows. When I got rejected for the third time by a record label, she stayed up all night with me while I cried. And a year later when I got my first number 1, she stayed up all night with me and partied. She is everything to me.
I know you weirdos care about me, but sending my girlfriend hateful messages online isn’t cool. She is the most important thing to me in the world, and today I came home to find her practically in tears because people who call themselves my fans hurt her. I want to be able to share cool moments of my life with you guys, but if this carries on then all of my social media will go away. I know most of you would never do something like this, but I’m hoping you can spread the word that it’s not okay. I love you guys, but I love her more.’
Chloe wiped her eyes and Beca pulled her into her arms.
“I love you too,” she said.
“I love you more.”
“It isn’t a contest,” Chloe said, finally smiling.
Heyo. Again I’m gonna start this off by apologising for the lack of updates on this, I haven’t even been that busy, I’m just lazy like I have no excuse haha. Thanks to anyone still following this, I really do appreciate it and without messages and stuff this honestly wouldn’t have gone past the first chapter xx.
Feyre had been working for a few weeks at Mor’s coffee shop now. She worked most days when Tamlin was home, and every day when he was out of town for business. Mor loved having Feyre around to laugh with and had even told her last week that her coffee making skills had considerably improved, but Mor would still politely refuse when Feyre offered to make her a coffee.
It was long hours and the morning rush could be hectic at best, but Feyre enjoyed the challenge and it occupied her lonesome thoughts. When Tamlin was home he would disappear into his study for hours or be lost in his own thoughts when they decided to go out places for dinner. Feyre didn’t want to talk to him about his work though as she knew it would just worsen his mood, and he had made it very clear he hated talking about work with her.
Feyre had walked in one morning to see Mor attempting to decorate their specials board with crude attempts at stick figures. Feyre hadn’t meant to laugh but it caught her by surprise.
“I know I’m not very artistic but you know it’s bad when even your stick men get laughed at.” Mor huffed.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed but … does one of them have two heads?”
Mor sighed, “No, it was supposed to be a Christmas hat.”
Hesitantly, Feyre reached for Mor’s chalk, “May I?”
Mor looked surprised but handed the chalk over. She left to keep setting up chairs and tables while Feyre drew. She had a number of paints and canvas’s at home but she hadn’t felt any desire to paint lately, but Feyre got lost in her own drawing and hadn’t even noticed Mor peering over her shoulder.
“Oh my god it looks fantastic!” Mor squealed, making Feyre jump.
Feyre looked it over once, it wasn’t amazing. Done with cheap chalk and in just a few minutes, but it passed for a Winter wonderland scene with snowflakes, reindeer, and people huddled around a fire holding cups of steaming coffee. From then on Mor always got Feyre to decorate the boards after she had written on them.
Mor would sometimes leave Feyre alone for a few hours when it was quiet so she could run some errands and the trust Mor had in her blew Feyre away. Even if she wasn’t always left by herself. Most days Mor’s friends frequented the store such as Amren, a small but wicked looking woman who awed Feyre but also made her want to avoid eye contact. Amren was nothing but friendly towards Feyre and would always leave her an especially big tip so Feyre made an effort to make small talk. Amren owned her own jewellery store where she made her own accessories and was an old friend of Mor and Rhysand’s family.
Rhys’s brutish looking friends, Cassian and Azriel, were also usually hanging around the shop. Their favourite table was hidden away in a dark corner where Azriel would all but vanish in the darkness, but since Feyre had started working, Cassian would drag Azriel to tables that were closer to the counter so they could talk. Despite their imposing looks, Feyre found both of them to be quite friendly towards her and it wasn’t long before she found herself smiling before they had even entered the shop as she could hear their booming voices approaching from halfway down the street. They ordered the same thing every day, just a black coffee for Azriel, no sugar, and Cassian always had the most expensive and extravagant, whipped cream topped coffee they served, complete with chocolate and caramel syrup.
Rhys had so far kept his distance.
One morning after Lucien had dropped Feyre off for the day, Mor had been telling Feyre about an awful customer she had once had when the door swept open. Mor stopped mid sentence to beam at whoever had just entered. Feyre had her back to the door but she knew who it was was from the intensity of the gaze she felt was trained on her back.
“Well look who finally decided to come and check up on his shop.” Mor teased.
“You know I’ve been busy Mor. As I’m sure you’ve also been, training Feyre to make coffees that surpass even your own.” Rhysand purred.
Mor scoffed, “Who told you that?”
“Next time I’m locking him outside in the cold.” Mor laughed despite her icy tone. “Seriously though are you just passing through or staying for a bit?”
Rhys sighed, “I think I need to just sit down and clear my head. Wanna make me one of your famous coffees?”
“Coming right up!” Mor smiled.
“I wasn’t talking to you.” Rhys said, before flashing me a grin and taking his seat.
“How tragic. Disowned by my own cousin.” Mor said shaking her head. “He likes a cappuccino with two sugars.”
Feyre worked at the machine alongside Mor as she made other orders but Feyre could feel that violet gaze fixed only on her.
“How come Rhys hasn’t been around? Cassian and Azriel are always here.” Feyre asked Mor quietly.
“I think he’s just been really busy lately. He gets restless when he’s stressed so I doubt he wants to hang around here all day.” Mor replied as she turned on the coffee grinder.
The loud machine drowned out most sounds making Feyre nearly having to yell for Mor to hear her.
“Is it work related? The stress I mean.”
“Sort of. He works also as a spokesperson for the Illyrian community, making sure no one treats them badly.”
Feyre hadn’t had much experience with these Illyrians as she had only recently moved to town to be with Tamlin.
“Have people treated them badly in the past?” Feyre ventured.
“Oh Feyre, I wish I could say people in this town weren’t discriminatory but the world just isn’t like that.”
“I’ve never heard of Illyrians.”
“Well you live with Tamlin right? He lives in the flashy part of town, the opposite end to the Illyrian people so you probably haven’t ever seen them.”
Feyre finished making Rhysand’s coffee and moved to bring it out to him when Mor added, “He’s fussy about his coffees, sometimes I have to remake them a few times before he’s satisfied so don’t feel bad if he doesn’t drink it.”
“If he complains we’ll see how much he likes hot coffee poured in his lap.” Feyre said before freezing. Mor had turned the coffee grinder off just as Feyre had started to respond allowing Rhys to hear every word.
Deciding to play it off, Feyre continued on her path to Rhys and set the coffee down before him, arching her eyebrow in a challenge.
Rhys grinned up at her before painstakingly slowly, lifting the cup towards his lips. Feyre watched in anticipation and nearly screamed when he suddenly placed the coffee back on the table.
“It’s a little hot. I think I’ll wait for it to cool. Thank you.” Rhys said while giving her a cocky grin.
Swallowing her annoyance, Feyre marched back behind the counter with a grimace. Mor only laughed, before handing Feyre some new orders.
A few coffees later and Feyre looked up as an empty cup was set on the counter. She looked up to see Rhys gazing at her thoughtfully.
“… Was there anything else I could help you with?” Feyre asked, suddenly remembering that for all his jokes, Rhys was technically her boss.
“You changed the coffee.” Rhys said without any hint of emotion on his face.
Mor, who had been out the back gathering more stock, suddenly reappeared and miserably failed at looking like she wasn’t eavesdropping.
“I tried a different blend. Mor’s been encouraging me to experiment.”
Feyre felt the back of her neck dampen with sweat as Rhys failed to respond, only staring at her mutely.
“Did you like it? I can make another if you didn’t. I’m sorry, I know you like it a particular way-” Feyre babbled before Rhys cut her off.
“It’s okay. I liked it. Could you make me another?” Rhys asked, almost shyly. “Please?” He added as an afterthought.
Feyre nodded unable to speak she was so relieved. Rhys moved back to his table while Mor swooped in on her.
“That was incredible, you even got him to use his manners! I didn’t even see you change up the recipe.” Mor gushed.
But Feyre had already begun making a new coffee and wasn’t really paying attention to Mor.
“He always asks about you.” Mor said quietly.
“Nothing weird, just asking how you’re going at work. If you seem happy.” Mor continued.
Feyre said nothing as she went to take out the next coffee to Rhys. He smiled again at her as she placed it down and this time drank from it immediately. Mor watched them from the counter, an odd look on her face.
Over the next few days Rhys would come into the store and ask Feyre to make him a coffee. Sometimes he stayed to chat with her or Mor, other times he would have to leave quickly. Cassian and Azriel asked to try the special coffee that Rhys kept having but neither of them seemed to like it. When Amren asked to try it, she all but spat it back in the cup with an apologetic look at Feyre afterwards, “Sorry, I guess everyone likes their coffee differently.”
Feyre never made Rhys’s coffee for anyone else from then on.
One morning, Rhys was sitting in his usual spot by the counter where he could talk, and more often, tease Feyre, when Mor rushed in.
“I’m sorry I’m late Feyre! Everything’s been okay?” She asked.
“It’s fine, everything’s been going good today except for that weird guy who keeps trying to talk to me.” Feyre laughed while motioning at Rhys.
Rhys just winked and said, “I can’t start my morning without a coffee and your sweet face anymore Feyre Darling.”
Feyre responded with her usual, “Prick”, before turning away to serve a customer.
“She seems to have warmed up to you.” Mor said breezing past Rhys.
When there was no longer any people to serve, Rhys joined Feyre and Mor at the counter. He was staring at the specials board which still showed part of Feyre’s Winter wonderland scene and now also had a drawing of a coffee with a Santa face dusted in the foam.
“Now I know you didn’t draw this Mor.”
“First, I’m offended you think I have no artistic skills. Second, I’m impressed with how well you know me. Feyre is our resident artist.”
“You’re very good, ever think about doing an arts degree?” Rhysand said to Feyre.
“I have… but I don’t really think it’s for me.”
“Why not? You clearly have the talent for it.”
“I already told you, I can’t.” Feyre said angrily.
She turned from him and went to clear some dirty tables. When she returned Mor and Rhys abruptly stopped their conversation.
“Well I’m going to go do a stock order, Feyre do you think you could update the specials board? Thanks!” Mor said chirpily before disappearing out back.
Fear seized Feyre as she wiped clean the board. Rhys hadn’t said anything since she’d finished cleaning and she didn’t appreciate the way his keen eyes watched her. Feyre held up the chalk just inches from the board but couldn’t bring herself to write anything.
“What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, concern tingeing his voice.
“Nothing. I just don’t feel like doing this right now.” Feyre was horrified to feel tears beginning to well up.
Now Rhys seemed really concerned. “Feyre?” He asked. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”
Feyre couldn’t even look at him she was so embarrassed. She fought with herself for what felt like hours. On one hand she wanted to tell Rhys about her biggest weakness. But on the other, she knew she could be mocked for it or even worse, lose her job over it, and Feyre did not want to stop seeing her friends.
She almost said nothing. Almost brushed it off with an excuse. But when she looked up at Rhys’s face, his eyes were so open and trusting. Nothing but understanding touched his gaze and Feyre knew he had already guessed as much.
“I can’t read.”
Rhys nodded as if he knew all along. “Does Tamlin know?”
“And he never thought to teach you? Or get someone else to?” Now there was anger laced in his words. It instantly made Feyre recoil.
“It’s not like that. I’ve never really had to learn. And it’s not like I’m completely stupid, I’ve memorised a few basic words.”
“I’ve upset you. I’m sorry, I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” Rhys quickly apologised.
There was an awkward silence before Feyre spoke again. “I had only just started school when my mother died. My father lost everything to his grief. I dropped out of school to help out around the house. I did paper rounds to get money for food.”
“Where is your family now?”
“A few towns over. When I met Tamlin he wanted me to move in with him almost immediately but I couldn’t leave my family alone. So Tamlin promised they’d be looked after if I went with him.”
“Is that why you’ve never applied to college?”
Rhys pondered this. He started saying something before dropping it entirely. Taking a deep breath he tried a different tactic. “First, let me say that I think you’re incredible for putting your family over your own education. And while it makes no difference to me, and it doesn’t change who you are, but, if you’d like, I could teach you.”
Feyre was speechless. To her, providing and looking after her family had been second nature. No one, not even her father or sisters had ever really thanked her for it. And while it had never caused her regret, Feyre had always hated that small illiterate part of herself. She owned a phone but could barely use it. She had a job but only because it consisted of little reading. It was this that made her reach for Rhys’s hand to shake.
Rhys held her hand for just a little longer than was necessary but it didn’t feel odd to Feyre at all.
I wanted to talk about how people always say “After 201X they aren’t as close” or “It’s one sided- it’s always Taehyung showing affection” or “Hoseok seems angry when Taehyung does blah…”. I just want to say that as a person who has been closely following their relationship, I do not believe any of this is true. Almost everyday I see a video of both of them staring so fondly at each other, standing only millimetres apart, Hoseok loving Taehyung right back. It’s just infuriating how much people ignore everything that has happened.
This hug? Can we talk about the look in Taehyung’s eyes? I’m pretty sure I don’t look at any of my friends with such a smouldering look. And Hoseok? He looks so comfortable, as if he is thinking ‘oh, it’s fine, I’m comfortable in his arms’. He’s completely comfortable, not rejecting the hug at all.
Then of course, Taehyung’s constant compliments. For example right below when he calls Hoseok cute. Of course, he complimented our amazingly handsome Seokjin, and he was very flattered and happy. But Hoseok’s smile and sudden pause after being called cute is just so adorable? Like he looks so so happy and just how gentle Taehyung’s hand is makes me emo?
Another famous moment during 21st Century girls. Us vhope shippers have truly been spoiled every single time BTS does this choreography because it’s always at this part that Taehyung does something affectionate to Hoseok. And pray tell, what does he do this time? Of course he just goes ahead and kisses his boyfriend (like calm down Tae xD!). The song is called 21st century girls, yet I feel like it should be called 21st century boys with the amount of PDA. And can we talk about how proud of himself Taehyung is after kissing Hoseok’s head? And Hoseok’s wide smile? And how Hoseok again didn’t flinch away, as if this was normal??
I just wanted to put this gif here because they look like such boyfriends :D Like, the leaning on his shoulder? How amazingly handsome they both look as their glorious eyebrows have been released to the world?
Of course, the famous fanboying moments, screaming “JHOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEE”. Yes, it was started by Yoongi and there is no way that I will ever disregard that, but of course Tae has to support his bae (that rhymed xD) and join in the bandwagon, so that our amazing Hoseok can feel appreciated and don a beautiful smile, like he always does when he is complimented ^^
I just wanted to choose this gif because it’s so so cute *^-^*. Taehyung appreciating the hobooty/jbooty (we have way too many j’s in this group, but of course as ARMYs we love them all) ;)
Intense stares forever present when Hoseok is doing anything (especially dancing). Like, get you a guy who stares at you like that when you aren’t looking ;). And if I’m not mistaken, maybe he’s staring at the jbooty/hobooty ;) ;)
I will analyse this kiss at a later time, but for now can we talk about Taehyung’s habit of licking his lips, the nervous giggles from both of them, and their hands holding each other gently? ^^
SEE GUYS? HOSEOK DOES APPRECIATE OUR TAE, AND YET YOU SAY HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT HIM AND ACTS COLD TO HIM?? Sorry, still salty about that xD But yeah, praising our Tae so much and so sincerely ^^ And he said “anyone” would want him, you too Hobi? ;)
This is just romantic, period xD Like, this is just seriously relationship goals ^^ And Hoseok leaning in while singing, and Taehyung leaning back at the same time is just too sweet for words x3!
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that every year, vhope has always done something to make shippers fangirl, so please let’s not bury any moments >.<. Any buried ones I will bring back and resurrect them, so that our boat can become an unsinkable supertanker :D </.>
(I know I’m not popular in any way but please leave an ask, I’m always open to questions, or just talk to me because I want to make as many vhope friends/allies as I can! ^^)
honestly,,, jeffrey dean morgan just makes me so happy
i’m sure if you know me you’re sick of hearing it (hi gail, fight me) but like
he seems so sweet and he’s extremely attractive and his face always makes me feel better when i’m sad
i want to hug this old man forever and ever