my heart will ache again it seems


“In the same way the other man had always used to watch him, Yuuri found that his eyes now seemed to follow Viktor wherever he went, without even his conscious decision for them to do so.”

From @kazliin​‘s amazing fic

Cover for the podfic voiced and edited by @father-nikiforov​ and @cleardye​ 

Olicity 5x19 Drabble

Just me writing down some random thoughts about a scene that I’m hoping will be so worth the wait…

(Gif not mine)

Originally posted by lyricalarrow

Walking through their door still made his heart quiver with the thousands of un-shared thoughts and words between them. She stood before the flickering flames of a roaring fire with her arms crossed tensely over her strong but, slender frame. His gaze fell over her weary face, his stomach flipped in unspoken shame when her reflection matched his own. 

“You know why I’m here,” he sighed with his chin hovering over his chest. 

She stood there frozen, her fingers trembled along her upper arms while his own tapped nervously on the kitchen counter. He felt the air around them shift as it became clear they were just Oliver and Felicity now they something more…

“Oliver…” her voice shook over the syllables of his name. 

The sweat along his brow increased, his fingers drummed out evenly over the flat, black surface. “You can’t do this Felicity, you can’t possibly understand how this choice will affect you,” he begged sternly with restrained fear. 

“Don’t presume to tell me what I can and can’t handle,” she rasped flatly as he dared to glance over her icy features. 

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Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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Tending to the Fire; Part 3. {Nessian}

Originally posted by kareligomleeek

Part 3 to my collab with @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty, you can read part 1 here and part 2 (by Shelby of @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty) here. Part 3 is from Nesta’s POV, and features a drunk Cass. I adored writing this one. Enjoy, beautiful people.

I had seen Cassian drunk before, but I had never seen him being carried by Azriel as he sloppily flung his legs around trying to break free. The Shadowsinger looked like he was not only annoyed, but struggling to keep the other Illyrian in the air.

He spotted Rhysand’s townhouse and swooped low, dropping Cassian in the front lawn as soon as he got close enough. Cassian hit the grass with a soft thud, and lied face down, unmoving.

Azriel turned around and halted at the sight of Elain and I staring at him from the bench in the middle of the garden.

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Rivals Title References

Over the past few weeks I’ve been re-reading umfb&mha to plan out obs&bh and I thought it would be interesting to write a list of all the times I’ve made a reference to the titles of either fic in the fics themselves. So for anyone who is interested here are all the times I could think of while doing a quick re-read (there may be more I’ve missed out but I think I’ve got most of them).

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twin andrews part 8 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by wonderloves

part seven

a/n: im super sorry that these are all messed up and events aren’t happening in order blah blah & i haven’t been posting often and all that nonsense but I’ve been in a weird head space and haven’t had the energy or want to write the past week. this chapter really shows how crap my writing has been lately and hence why its kinda all over the place,  struggle to write this part for some reason I’m yet to be made known, these are always organic and i love this story with my whole entire heart but this part seemed force for some reason? ill get better and post regular soon enough my loves, I’m sorry again. enjoy xx

i was woken abruptly from my sleep when my brother swings open the bathroom door flicking on the light switch. i shift from my position on the floor my neck and back already aching.

i didn’t even need to look in the mirror to know that i have makeup all over my face, i didn’t have the opportunity to wash it off after a last minute unscheduled break down occurred.

“are you okay?” he offers me his hand sleep still evident in his voice, i shake my head standing up on my own ignoring his judging glances as i splash water on my face, refreshing myself before leaving him stunned and worried in our bathroom.

i walk down the hall and into my room siting myself down on my already made bed. i sigh already not looking forward to the lecture i was about to receive from my mother and my father.

i finally make the move to get ready pulling myself together for the day, trying to make myself look less zombie like and more; im frocking in a valley filled with flowers.

i barely make it half way down the street before betty rushes to my side panting, a worried expression on her face. “you good blondie?” she pants trying to catch her breathe from her spur of the moment jog.

“what happened to you last night? i tired to call you a billion times!” she stammers a frown forming on her lips “what’d i miss?”

we begin our walk to school as betty rambles on about finding her sister in a home for ‘trouble youths’ only to find her pregnant with jasons baby and totally unaware of his death.

oh but it doesn’t end there, they had planned to run away and jason has stashed a car on the highway which the two sleuths found photographed and then reported to sheriff keller; when i saw the pair at the variety show mid break down

but once they finally got the squad car out there the car was up in flames destroying all possible evidence in the car, the believe that they were followed and now well now polly broke out of the loony bin she was in

“and that’s what you missed on glee” i mumble as she tugs me into the student lounge all of our friends already vacating the couches provided

i flop down on the couch wincing as my neck starts to ache, i was too wrapped up in my discomfort that i didn’t even notice i had sat down next to jughead.

we hadn’t spoken since he left me at the school last night, things were still tender and i didn’t know where i stood with him anymore.

apon my arrival the group discussion seemed to fizzle into nothing, worry and nervousness plaster on their faces. thats when i knew that archie must’ve told them what happened last night

i swallow hard, bring my hand up to stroke the tenderness in my neck and shoulders “you okay?” ronnie perks up knowing exactly why. i was still mad at her for not telling me about our parents, i thought she was supposed to have my back

“i just slept funny that’s all” i cough, awkwardness still evident in the air “so betty fill me in more what happening with polly now?”

betty begins to ramble on about polly breaking out and now being no where to find and thats she’s worried that the blossom will think that polly’s connect somehow to the car blaze and quite possibly, jason’s murder.

the others were too caught up in bettys worrying words that they didn’t catch jughead moving to sit next to me his arm snaking around my waist trying to comfort me

i exhale moving toward him allowing myself to feel somewhat relaxed at his touch. i offer him a small smile before he places his hands back into his lap, trying not to draw attention to us.

“we need to find her before the blossoms do” betty concluded looking to me with sad eyes. i slip my hand over hers giving it a squeeze “and we will- all of us”

i look to jughead and the others begging them to back me up “we’ll find her b” veronica smiles at her blonde friend placing her coffee cup onto the table infront of her

“thanks guys” a smile widens on her face glancing back at me

the bell rings indicating the start of first period, i mumble a quick goodbye before fleeing the group and entering the hall head hung low

my loneliness is short lived when betty & veronica are on either side of me pestering me in what happened with me last night.

“nothing- seriously i haven’t been feeling too well so i just left and went home” the raven haired girl sighs “we can’t help you if you don’t tell us (y/n/n)”

you give the worried girl a half smile “if there was something wrong yous would be the first to know, i promise” they share glances between each other before giving in “fine”

“no body told me we were treking through the woods” i complain as we trudge through the muddy forrest in search of the older cooper girl.

the blossoms found out about polly & the car and in the blossoms books polly was now a prime suspect in their sons murder meaning, we had to find polly before the blossoms did

i drifted to the back of the pack not being able to shake the idea of my dad with hermione out of my brain. a twig trips me and i almost end up face first into the mud when a pair of arms grab me

“woah” i exhale as the arms let me go allowing myself to gain my composer, i tune slightly catching the raven hair in the sunlight. “thanks reggie” i mumble stuffing my hands in my pocket

this was the first time we’d spoken since the playbook ordeal and honestly i didn’t want anything to do with him ever again. but i knew, i knew that there was more to him then his jock exterior.

“i want to apologise-” i shake my head but he grabs my shoulder alarming “please let me finish” i smack my lips together waiting for his explanation.

“i was an asshole, i know that but i-i really like you (y/n) and i want you to give me another chance” i furrow my eyebrows glancing to see jughead burning a hole in my head

i turn to the boy shaking my head slightly when he crashes his lips onto mine, i push on his chest instantly breaking our contact “what the hell mantle!” i yell moving away from the boy toward my friends.

my breathe shakes as i try and catch up to the brunette boy. my brother rushes toward me anger on his face “what’s wrong?! I swear to god if he touched you-” he stammers his face growing redder by the minute.

“archie leave it please” i push his chest trying to calm the angry boy, he finally gives in letting my drag him over toward our friends.

betty’s too focused on her missing sister to even bat an eyelid at her friends behaviour, walking ahead catching up with her parents. i spot jughead and rush over to him tugging lightly on his arm “jug” i plead

he turns around, a scowl on his face “jug please, don’t be mad at me i didn’t do anything wrong” i whisper trying not to cause a scene “forget it (y/n)” he scoffs moving away from me leaving with no other choice than to watch him leave

nothing seemed to be going my way today, i let out a long sigh as veronica joins my side “you doing anything tonight?” she asks wickedly.

“no why?” i ask puzzled glancing between kevin and veronica “well me and a few others were thinking of going out tonight- be the best gal pal and come with?” i smile to myself.

“count me in oh and bets” she inhales sharply at the name drop “she’s got enough of her plate- I don’t think she’ll be up for it” I shrug “yeah well you’re right- ill see you later yeah?”

“come to my house and we’ll get ready together?” i nod as she tackles me in a tight hug “bye!” she chirps leaving me alone with my thoughts.

a few hours later we’d finally given up on the man hunt and come to the conclusion that the blossoms and the coopers were now on the ‘same team’ apon finding out that polly was indeed carrying jasons baby

which brings me to now, walking home with my brother and betty. it was silent the sounds of leaves crunching under our feet as no one dares to speak, the wind whistle through the trees as we reach the front of our house.

i find myself thinking back to reggie and our kiss- how jughead witnessed it and felt betrayal from yet another person whom was supposed to be his best friend

“you okay?” my brother asks as betty rushes into her house after a brain wave. “yeah” i smile weakly moving up the steps “can you drive me to V’s?”

he nods scooping up his keys and ushering me back out to the car “i need to tell you something-” he starts but i interrupt him “arch it’s getting bad again”

he starts the car his eyes twitching “why didn’t you tell me?” i sigh disappointment flooding his voice, “i didn’t want mum or dad to know arch- they’ll send me back”

“i won’t tell dad, unless you-” i shake my head “please don’t finish that sentence” i whisper lowly closing my eyes as fresh tears drip down my cheeks

“we’re here” he whispers, i open my eyes to see us infront of veronica’s building “thank you” i lean over the console and wrap my arms around the red headed boy “im sorry”

he squeezes me back before letting me shrink back into m seat “have fun okay?” i nod wiping my tears exiting the car “wait what did you want to tell me?” he shakes his head “ill tell you later yeah?” i nod stepping back from the car watching him drive off into the distance.

“i can’t believe you talked me into this” i mumble as we walk into the busy club, veronica had invited our mutual friends josie & kevin but she had seemed to neglect to mention that our very own mantle the magnificent would be in attendance also

apparently she need disposable arm candy, she was right on both counts.

“i don’t know about you but im getting unbelievably drunk” i announce to the group before  walking over to the bar and ordering a round sticking it on the lodge girls tab

we all had a few too many tequila shots before veronica grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor, the bass thumping through my chest as we begin dancing throwing our hair behind our shoulders

we sway to the rhythm of the beat, the sounds tempo growing faster the more intoxicated we got. reggie managed to sneak up behind me grabbing my hips and tugging them back slightly

not giving a care in the world i push back into him, his nails seemed to dig into my waist at this point, he’s hands felt like fire on my exposed skin.

we move as one swaying against each other before reggie turns me around his hands moving all over my body, too drunk to process anything i giggle pressing my soft lips to his, feeling a drive inside of me that wanted reggie.

i pull back lust filling my eyes as are friends squeal, whistling at the two of us. i look back to the raven haired boy only to see jughead, i leaned forward and kissed him again pulling back to see reggie

“reggie?” i mutter the music drowning out my voice “what’s wrong baby?” he rasps moving close to me, i close my eyes trying to shake jughead out of my head, did i really want jughead that bad that i imagined him?

he nibbles at my neck and i look forward, lucid. kevin seemed to be seeing a little more straight, stumbling over to the pair of us “easy on mantle” he pulls me from the jocks grasp walking me over toward our booth, his hand on the small of my back

i spot a bartender and ask for another round of tequila before the whole group flopped down the lady returning with a tray filled with 5 shots

the others seemed to pale as they saw the liquid sitting before them, one glance to reggie as he grinned away at you didn’t make you think twice before polishing off all 5 shots

the club owner walks over muttering a few words to veronica and the rest of us but my head was spinning like no ones business. next thing i know reggies picking me up and carrying me toward our ride home

we reach my house and i giggle snuggling myself into kevin, he huffs helping me out the car watching as veronica walks me toward my front door, feeling like bambi on ice

the door swings opening revealing a very worried archie “archiekins!!” i giggle throwing myself into his arms “thanks ronnie” she nods walking back to the car as archie struggles to hold me upright as he shuts the front door and sneaks me upstairs without my dad hearing us, harder than it sounds trust me.

“stay here ill duck down and get you some water” i nod leaning against the door frame almost collapsing when i look in to see my raven haired friend laying down the pull out mattress in my brothers room.

he shifted on the bed seeming to have be almost asleep, i tip toe inside not thinking twice before i dropped to my knees crawling onto the boys lap, kissing him awake.

i know he’s awake when he kisses back his hips shifting under mine “hey baby” i coo giggling to myself, he places his hands on either side of my hips as i teasingly grind on him

he jolts up almost throwing me off his lap “juggie!” i yell playfully my arms secured around his neck he licks his lips “where have you been?” he questions.

“out with ronnie” i giggling running my hands through his hair, “you’re beautiful” i whisper looking down to his lips

“(y/n)!” my brother rushes forward pulling me off the raven haired boys lap “im so sorry she’s drunk” he rushes holding me up right “you don’t say?” he chuckles “it’s fine arch” he reassures.

“im going to go to bed” i state slyly “juggie wanna come with meee” i tease biting my bottom lip “(y/n)!” he warns

i turn and pout stumbling out of archies room and into mine changing into one of archies shirt and the shortest shorts i own before wondering back into the bathroom wipes in hand

i open the bathroom door running into a body, a laugh sneaks out of my lips as i almost fall, it was jughead once again.

“what are you doing?” he chuckles your eyes glued to his plump lips, i hold up my wipes and he chuckles, placing his large hands under my thighs lifting me up and placing me on the counter.

“you can barley stand, let me do it” i smile stupidly allowing the boy to remove all my makeup before i find myself drifting off, my head leaning against the mirror behind me.

“c'mere” he whispers in my ear as he takes me in his arms walking me into my room and placing me gently onto the bed, “thanks baby” i mumble clinging to the poor boy

“goodnight” he laughs placing a soft kiss on the forehead before exiting my room, sleep engulfing me as soon as i shut my eyes.

the sun streams through my window and i feel like my eyes have been set on fire, i groan attempting to sit up only for my head to throb like nobodies business.

i swing my legs out of my bed, my feet tingling in the soft carpet. i push myself up only for my legs to seem to fall from beneath me, i cuss as my body hits the ground my head spinning.

my bedroom door swings open revealing my brother and jughead, they share a glance sighing as they take in my state. “jughead?” i say slightly surprised that the raven haired boy was in my house at 7am.

“thats what i wanted to tell you last night, he’s staying with us for a bit” puzzled i place a hand on my head feeling it throb, “what happened last night?”

“you reeked of tequila” jughead jokes and at the mention i feel a wave of nausea wash over me, i jump up sprinting past the two as i throw myself at the toilet bowl beginning to throw up my whole stomach contents.

i  lean back against the wall taking a sigh of relief before my head starts to throb again, i crawl over to the sink grabbing my toothbrush and ridding myself of my vomit breathe.

“here” i jump at the sound that sounded 10 times louder then it was, i smile through the mirror at the brunette boy behind me. i turn and take the glass from his hands “thank you” i whisper taking large gulps.

he laughs at me which makes me want to cry “jug” i complain playfully shoving his chest, which only caused he to chuckle more. “god i do not remember a damn thing” i let out a tired sigh.

“wait you don’t?” he ask, puzzled. “nope- well i mean i remember taking 1-2-3- actually i stopped counting after 8 tequila slammers” i grimace 

“and you don’t remember coming home?” he questions as we walk back toward my bedroom “you were here last night?!” i panic trying to rack my brain if i did anything remotely stupid in front of the cute rave haired boy. 

“so you don’t-” he starts before my brother walks toward the pair of us a smug smile on his face “remember crawling on top of jug and making out with him? yano grinding? tongue down his throat?”

he chuckles and i play feeling extremely embarrassed too scared to look at jugheads expression i shove the two out of my room shutting the door behind them.

“fuck” i cuss a knock soflty placed on my door “go away archie!”

“not archie” my eyes almost pop out of my head as i open the door to come face to face with my father, i scowl on his face.

i look further down the hall to see that the boys had made themselves scarce, “(y/n)” he addresses me “fred” i counter back

“mind telling me why you were out till 3am drinking, on a school night?” my mouth hangs open “jeez arch thanks” i yell down the short corridor.

“young lady i am talking to you” i huff shrinking back, “i was out with v”

“drinking” he argues “you can’t go to school with a hang over (y/n), stay home, hydrate” he states dryly. i throw my arms around the tall man “thanks freddy”

“don’t push it” i nod rushing back to my bed snuggling under the covers letting myself fall back to sleep.

turns out sleep wasn’t the way to go to cure a hangover so i went to the second best thing, pop’s. i rushed around to change and set out on the short walk to the diner my stomach rumbling as the smell of fries and bacon filled the air the closer i got to the doors.

i give pop a small smile ordering before wondering over to one of the booths, sinking into the blush chair closing my eyes ever so slightly, equation becoming clear.

pop returns with my cheeseburger plopping the plate infront of me aswell as a milkshake glass “you’re a legend” i whisper inhaling the sweet smell of greasy meat lathered in cheese.

“wheres hermione?” i question picking at my bowl of fries “she didnt tell you?” he questions only for me to shake my head in response. the door chimes as jughead moves swiftly through the door and toward me.

“she’s working with your dad, she quit yesterday” my stomach flips nausea coming back to me, jughead seemed to notice my mood change saying a quick hi to pop as he slides in next to me, a comforting arm slipped around m waist.

“thanks pop” i smile sadly tuning out as jughead places an order before the dark skinned man moved back toward the counter.

“hey whats wrong?” jughead whispers softly, his hands moving at my sides. I’m quick to wipe a fallen tear, “i don’t think my parents are ever going to get back together” i say through tears feeling glances of empathy from the jones boy.

“im so naive” i wipe my cheeks furiously feeling awfully pathetic. “you’re not naive- okay? or pathetic or stupid or whatever your minds telling you are” he says tentatively.

i sniffle leaning my head against the boys shoulder “I’m a hot mess juggie” i whisper “well your definitely one of those” i giggle to myself “a mess?” i question looking into his soft eyes.

“nope, hot, a beautiful, hot, smart, kind mess” i feel my heart swelling in my chest as i find myself blushing, burying my head in the boys chest. i breathe him in my hands clutching the materials of his shirt.

“thank you” i whisper pulling away to see his face, he smiles glancing around the near empty diner before pressing his lips against mine.

“you can’t seem to get enough? can you?” i tease my hands gliding down his neck in a playful manner, “hate to break it to you sweet heart but your the one who came onto me” he replies cockily.

“is that so? i guys ill remember that for next time” i tease, he seemed to grow tense at the mention of next time.

“next time?” his adams apple bops as he swallows, “well you know, next time i find myself on top of you-” i pur moving my hand up his jean clad thigh, working its way up to play with hi suspenders.

“when I’m grinding on top of you- you kissing my neck, me kissing yours” i tease watching his little friend get awfully excited. 

“(y/n)” he warns his eyes darting to the on lookers, only to find them keeping to themselves. he licks his lips crashing his lips back onto yours only to be short lived as he pulls back panting.

“you you-you can’t do this in public please” he whines.

“and what makes you think ill want-” he pause “you, again” he attempts to smirk his cheeks growing red.

“your trying to tell me that you and” i pause pointing down to the tent pitched i  his pants “him” i giggle “don’t have any attraction to me?”

he places both hands in his lap trying to conceal himself, “yep” he says smoothing oozing with confidence, “you’re on” i smirk.

“what wait?” he rushes watching as my brother walks through the diner door, walking toward the two of us, he turns to me begging to tell me what he’d just gotten himself into.

i turn away from him biting into my cheeseburger “i knew id find yous here” archie sigh aspirated slipping into the booth leaning forward and nipping one of my fries “hey!”

“so jug told you?” he breathes relief “my dad spoke to your dad and managed to talk him out of storming into the station guns blazing” he laughs awkwardly silence filling the air.

puzzled i turn to the raven haired boy “why was your dad at the station?” “wait he didn’t tell you?” my brother asked confused as jughead cuts him off “it doesn’t matter” he defends.

“jug” i state seriously “what happened today?” i pester worrying filling me like a balloon. he sighs resting his head in his hands “they took me in- they thought i torched jasons car-” my jaw drops

“and you didnt think to tell me?!” i scowl anger bubbling up “i didn’t think you needed to know everything” he retorts “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” i argue my brother watching the events unfold before him.

“am i not important enough to know that you were arrested in the middle of school?!” he shakes his head looking off into the distance. “screw you” i mumble climbing roughly over the boy exiting the diner in a blaze of fury.

i slam my bedroom door behind me feeling awfully stupid, why hadn’t anyone tried to contact you when he was taken in. you pace pulling your hair out of its ponytail you flop onto your bed.

“I’m sure he has a perfectly good reason why he did tell you (y/n/n)” i sigh propping my foot onto the blondes thigh as she paints my toe nails, i had invited her over to get the details about today considering my idiotic brother and he’s best friend seemed to have no intention of telling me.

“what if it was my brother? if he got arrested and he didn’t think to tell you?! you wouldn’t like it either!” i snap watching the blonde jolt slightly at the ice in my tone.

“god- b I’m sorry I’m just upset, thank you.. for coming over” she smiles happily placing my foot onto the ground, screwing the cap back on the polish before reaching for my hands.

“you’re my friend, id do anything for you” she declares before reaching forward and hugging me tight.

“has anything happened between you and jug? you seem close?” she quires, curiosity ringing clear in her words. i fumble for words but was instantly saved when the door swings open revealing jughead in the door way.

“jug” his name falls out of my mouth, silence fills the room none of us knowing what exactly to say.

“betty i didn’t know you were here- i uh hope i didn’t interrupt anything” he states nervously placing his hands in his pockets

“don’t be silly jug, i was just leaving” she says sweetly standing from her place on my bed placing to the both of us, neither of us wanting to make eye contact with each other.

“text me yeah?” betty offers and i nod standing and hugging the girl bye as she walks past jughead whisper something before she exits the room. i perch myself on the edge of my bed, hanging my head into my hands.

i feel the bed dip as a figure sits down next to me “I’m sorry” he whispers his hand gliding over my back in a soothing matter. you didn’t even notice you were crying until you felt the soft drops on my knees.

“hey please don’t cry” he whisper softly, i whimper burying my head into his chest, we sit for a while, together peacefully on my bed my cries getting softer and softer until they finally stopped.

i pull back giggling slightly “told you i was a mess” i sniffle as he wipes my cheeks dry, “i should’ve told you the second i walked into pops, you just- i don’t want you to think any less of me” he pauses sucking in a breathe.

“why would you care what i think? above everyone else?” i question earning a long sigh “because- you-  you’re above everyone else, i really care about you- (y/n) andrews” he whispers lowly.

happy tears brim my eyes, “jug” i chuckle moving my head into his neck placing several kisses. he moans slightly and i giggling curling my legs up into his lap as he told me all about school and sheriff kellers questioning.

“oh and my dad got his job back- with your dad- we’re going to dinner” he smiles happily “the last time i saw your dad i was a blabbing mess juggie” he grins at the memory placing a kiss to her temple “i know”

“you’ll be fine just get changed and we’ll meet with them yeah?” i nod pushing myself off the bed and away from the raven haired boy.

feeling a little more relieved about where you stood with the boy i started to feel little playful, remembering the small diner bet you remove your shirt without thinking twice.

“oh my god (y/n)” he breathes out he’s words fumble on my bed, i turn and batter my eyelids at the boy, he rushed forward covering my chest with his jacket “i thought you dint want me?” i tease.

he licks his lips “i don’t" he stammers nervously “what if your brother walked in?!” he exclaims. you move away from the boy removing your jeans causing the boy to dash out of your room leaving you in a blushing mess.

dinner was awkward, the five of us were crammed into one of the booths the table littered with burgers and fries. i was stuck between jughead & archie watching my father try and make polite conversation with the southside man.

“isn’t it unbelievable that she looks just like mary did in highschool?” FP comments a famous jones smirk on his lips. i swallow feeling uncomfortable at the name drop

my dad nods turning to me with a sad smile “yeah she does doesn’t she- she’s beautiful” my eyes well with tears as i watch him exhale in desperation.

“mary was a hot one in high school but not as hot as hermione right fred?” he nudges my dad the boys laughing “what’s that supposed to mean?” i interject my eyes wide with curiosity.

“your dad and her used to date in high school” he cackles grinning ear to ear “im mean your mother wasn’t the nicest person in high school, but from what i know i guess she’s still a bitch”

“don’t you dare talk about my mother like that” i snap anger coursing through my veins, as much as i say i despise my mother i will not let some middle aged man bag her out over burgers and milkshakes, no way in hell.

“(y/n) it’s okay” my dad try’s to reason laughing along with his friend “how is it okay, dad?” i argue feeling a hand intertwine with mine under the table.

“let’s not do this” he waves pop over for the bill, “yeah keep putting it off, just like you do with the divorce papers” i hiss.

“feisty little one you’ve got there andrews” the jones man teases “what can i say, i get it from my mother” i turn to jughead gesturing him to leave the booth.

he drops my hand and allows me to move away from the men, “ill see you back at the house” i mutter moving away, desperate glances from my brother and my raven haired best friend.

the loud hum of guitars in our garage stopped me from being able to study and i was getting extremely frustrated. pulling on a jumper i move down the stairs and outside the cold air nipping at my face.

i walk in and catch the boys in what seemed like a hushed conversation, “hey” i mumble shifting on my feet “cute socks” jughead teases noticing my somber expression.

i walk over and plant myself in between the two of them, “im sorry about my dad-” i shake my head sighing “jug please don’t apologise, it’s not your fault” i interject.

we hear voices approaching the garage and jughead rushes to his fathers jacket removing the flask and stashing it in the couch before rushing back to his original spot next to me

his father stumbles in drunk, no control over his body as he fall onto the couch “we should get going” jughead announces standing from his spot on the couch.

i stand quickly from my spot grabbing at his wrist stopping him from moving forward “wait- your not staying?” he shakes his head and i sigh “ill be okay” he reassures before moving past me and helping his father stand up right.

he glances back as we all share somber expression, FP jones was drowning and he was pulling jughead down with him.

“a baby shower?” i question my brows furrowing, “is that really a good idea?” i yawn. i didn’t get much sleep last night, i was up worrying about jughead staying with his father and not to mention the news of finding out that my dad’s rekindling with his first love

“yes, it’s a great idea!” she reassures betty & i grabbing at her hands “fine v, it sounds great” betty smiles as the raven haired girl squeaks in joy.

“well atleast i don’t have to go” jughead breathes out leaning back into the lockers, i turn toward him narrowing my eyes “you’re going” he pulls his eyebrows together “why-” i cut him off “jughead if i have to go this then so, do, you”

he raises his hands up in surrender “okay okay” i smile to myself laughing at the boy before popping a piece of watermelon into my mouth, the bell ringing

“you wanna help me plan (y/n/n)?”i nod my head continuing to nibble on my fruit, “yeah sure” she grabs onto my hand pulling me away from the group and out of the school.

i follow closely behind the raven haired girl as she pulls me into a booth ordering for the booth of us and pulling out a notebook and a few pens.

“okay so..” my eyes drift out the window watching the rain splatter onto the glass “what do you think” she concludes tugging at my arm.

“did you know?” i mutter, turning my gaze so it was on her “know what?” she knits her eyebrows together giving me a puzzled expression

“about my dad” she inhales sharply pausing as pop places our orders infront of us “yes” i roll my eyes laughing curtly to myself “(y/n)” she says softly trying to reach out for my hand.

“why didn’t you tell me v? this is-this is what friends are supposed to be for! to have your back and tell you what’s going on” i mutter frustrated feeling fears build up in my eyes

“im so sorry (y/n) i didn’t know it upset you so much” she whispers back moving her hands on top of mine “i didn’t know it would either” i sniffle hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

“my dad kept putting off the divorce and i thought- that maybe that things weren’t as bad, that maybe-“ “they’d get back together”

“i feel so naive and stupid v” i confess tears dripping onto my shirt, she sighs in disbelief “you’re not stupid or naive, you’re hopeful and it’s not always a bad thing”

i wipe my eyes, “i better go v” i announce, she wines extending her arms “we’ve barley even started planning!!” she urges tugging at my wrist

“i need to drop in and see my dad- my brother and the others are filling in for dad’s crew-” she nods understandingly “fine ill call b- go”

i smile at her before swiftly exiting the booth and making my way over to my dad’s office, i could see the boys off in the distance helping with the demo, hard hats and all.

“hello darling” i turn my head to see hermione exiting he office clipboard in hand, “i was looking for my dad?” she points over to my father supervising the boys “thank you” i smile at her before quickly headed in my fathers direction.

“hey bud” my father greets me wiping sweat from his forehead, i smile brightly at the man glancing around the worksite “how’s it going” he nods looking at the boys work.

“they’ve been a big help-” he pauses as my brother walks over wheelbarrow filled with rubble “you work that wheelbarrow archikins” i tease

“i need you both home tonight-” he narrows his eyes at the both of us “i was going to get some study done with betty-” he shakes his head “this can’t wait” i nod laughing slightly “fine”

my brother lingers back with my dad as i walk away in the direction of the raven haired boy hauling concrete, “oo, something about tank tops and hard hats that make me drool” i giggle gaining the boys attention.

“what are you doing here?” he sounds hoarse “just wanted to see you” i admit fiddling with my hair “oh yeah?” he smirks, his muscles flexing

“what can i say i have a thing for working class men” i wink touching his chest playfully “everything okay?- with your dad?” i nod “yeah, apparently he has important news or something- i have to cancel study with b” i huff turning on my spot to see my brother and my dad in what seemed like a hushed conversation.

“im sure it’s nothing” he assures me stepping forward, i let out a sigh glancing down to his lips, he catches on shuffling toward me “you okay?” he whispers lowly.

i nod dragging my hands through my hair “of course-i’ll let you get back to it”

”(y/n) you can talk to me you know? about anything" he edges closer to me, sympathy in his eyes “i know, i spoke to v. im okay juggie seriously”.

“veronica? really?” he responds a slight sting to his words “since when were you bestie with her?” i flinch at the unexpected tone “we aren’t! jeez jug she can just relate to me a-”

he cuts me off with a scoff “what im not relatable enough?!” he steps back putting more distance between us as he stacks the concrete into the wheelbarrow beside him

“seriously jones?! your jealous because i told ronnie about my feelings toward my parents divorce?!” i hiss “ronnie?” he pauses laughing slightly to himself

“forget it” i mutter moving away from the boy running into moose as i head toward my brother “hey (y/n)” i sign “hey moose” i reply tiredly

“could you hold my phone for me i don’t want it to fall from my pocket i nod placing it in my bag before walking over to my father.

“everything okay?” he asks and i nod plastering a smile on my face “what can i do to help” i ask placing my bag down next to me “okay well how about you start with this”

“it’s getting pretty dark dad i think it’s time to knock off” i notify my dad, my feet starting to ache from standing so long. he nods calling the boys into the office.

the sun seems to set in record time as the industrial lights click on the boys staggering up the steps for refreshments, i head up the stairs when moose comes bounding down.

“do you still have my phone” i widen my eyes “crap i left it in my bag” he follows me back down the steps and over toward a pile of bricks where i’d left my bag

i swipe it up and turn to moose to see a few men smashing up my dad’s equipment “hey!” we both yell in sync walking closer to the men in anger.

next thing i knew the blurry black figure was rushing toward me throwing me against the trailer wall punching me in the face and kicking moose in the stomach.

i scream out as they throw me on the floor next to moose, falling limp as they beat me to a pulp, they scream when they hear the others rush from the office and toward us

i groggily open my eyes to see my dad and brother huddled over me “someone call sheriff keller” i hear them yell blood rushing from my lip.

i sit up feeling dizzy almost fall back but archie slips in behind me holding me upright “what happened?!” my dad begs desperation in his voice as he looks to the injured jock.

“we saw them trash the equipment and they chased us down and-” my dad nods looking toward me pulling me into a hug brushing down my hair “your going to be okay”

the boys lift me up and usher me toward hermione’s car as she drives me to the hospital so my father could stay back and give a statement to sheriff keller

betty & veronica had rushes to the hospital at the news just as they were patching me up, nothing too serious just a few bruised ribs and a split lip aswell as a few small cuts and bruises.

“what the hell happened?!” veronica exclaimed as the two rush into the small room i was told to sit in, just to make sure nothing else was wrong with me, brain wise.

“just some jerks trashing my dad’s equipment, moose and i saw and they made the jump on us- im fine, honestly they didn’t even admit me im practically brand new” i joke a smile on my sore face.

“god you gave us a heart attack!” betty yells her voice raised as she pulls me into a bone crashing hug “ribs ribs ribs” i exclaim wincing “brand new huh?” i roll my eyes “take me home yeah?”

with a nod and a few sign documents veronica’s mum dropped betty and i home just as my brother had arrived with my father and jughead.

betty keeps her arm looped in mine as we wave off the lodge girls walking toward my family. my dad rushes over hugging me tightly “ow ow” i wince my eyes pricking with tears.

“broke some ribs- apparently” i complain offering a weak smile, guilt covers his entire face “i need to call your mother and let her know- thank you betty” he smiles to my blonde best friend.

“anytime mr andrews- ill see you at the baby shower yeah?” i nod squeezing her hand “see you there” i follow everyone inside, vegas jumping up at our feet

“hey baby-hey vegas my wilttle baby” i coo in a baby voice letting her like my face, “i missed you girl, i missed you” i giggle as her fur tickles my face

“c'mon bed” i straight up glancing up at my brother “wow okay mum” i poke fun walking past him and up the stairs, i swing into the bathroom deciding that a warm shower could help me sleep.

my towels wrapped tightly around my wet body as i quickly brush my teeth before exiting the bathroom, almost loosing my towel as i run into a body.

“jug?” i sigh, tightening my towel. he licks his lips looking at my own, his eyes dropping down to my chest and then my legs “you okay?” i ask the raven headed boy as he checks me out

i was too busy staring at him that i didn’t even notice his hands around my waist, he tugs me toward him and i suck in a breathe glancing down to his lips “archie’s-” “asleep” he finishes.

i bite my lip ducking past him and rushing to my room putting on a decent amount of clothes before re opening my door “juggie” i call softly down the hall watching as jughead exists the bathroom.

once he’s close enough i grab at his shirt pulling him into my room in one swift movement “woah” he chuckles grabbing onto my waist for support.

“stay with me?” i whisper lowly, wetting my lips with my tongue “please” i beg fiddling with his shirt.

“okay” he whispers back allowing me to slip into my bed, he kneels down joining our hands together as i close my eyes attempting some sort of sleep.

“thank you” i mumble taking a deep breathe as im pulled into a deep slumber, jughead by my side protecting me as i slept, fighting off my bad dreams as they came.

“order up!” i rush toward the kitchen grabbing a tray fall of milkshakes and fries “your brothers booth” i nod balancing the tray in my arms as i walk over to my friends

it had been a few days since the snake incident and herimone quitting so i was required to be back at work, pop needed me and i wasn’t about to give up on him when he needed me.

“here you go-” i chirp suddenly registering the hostility in the air, the table falls quiet as i place down the various milkshakes and baskets of fries

the whole gang came down to see how i was doing before the girls & jughead continued on to polly’s baby shower. jughead was fairly irritated when he found out that i wasn’t attending and that he still needed to.

“how are you feeling?” betty asks concern filling her voice “im fine- what’s going on?” i question tucking my tray under my arm.

“im going to find out who did this” archie stammers loitering at the front of the booth “archie it happened so fast i wouldn’t even know what they look like” “it was the serpents!”

my blood runs cold, my memory going back to the night of the snake delivery “we don’t know that archie-” i warn him jughead banging his palms on the table “see archie even your sister agrees with me”

“what are you going to do archie? beat them up?” i press anger rushing through me “don’t be an idiot” i finish shaking my head.

“moose and i are going to the southside to find those serpents, it’s worth a shot if it helps me dad”

“kevin’s boyfriend-” “kev has a boyfriend?” i stammer confused before letting me brother continue “can get us in to some bar were the serpents hang out”

betty & veronica share worried glances before looking to me hoping i’d be able to defuse the situation “then what arch? moose points them out and you play hero and beat them up?” i argue

“look arch i love you but you couldn’t even take a hit from reggie let alone a grown man who happens to be an a gang- ive seen some of the things they do-” i pause

“they left a box with a freaking snake in the lobby! they could be dangerous and how do we know for a fact that it is them?! you could be wrong and you don’t want to be wrong about this stuff archie!”

he shakes his head at me clenching his fists in anger “archie you don’t want to make an enemy out of a serpent!” i try and reason with him getting awfully fed up

“no! we’ll call sherif keller and get these goons arrested- they can’t get away with what they’ve done (y/n) i thought you’d understand that!” he argues

“archie going into the bar is a bad idea” jughead stresses as my brother begins to pace “are you coming with me or not?” i place my hand on his chest “no he isn’t and neither are you- archie if i find out that you or jughead go to that bar i swear to god ill never speak to you again” i seethe

he looks past me and bores his eyes into jughead’s as the raven haired boy makes no attempt to move from his place in the booth.

the others all look up to the hot headed boy “thanks for having my back” he mutters to jughead before moving away from the table and to the door.

“archie” i call after him “archie wait!” i yell half jogging toward the door but it was too late he was long gone, i let out a sigh trudging back to the others as they exit the booth

“where are you guys going?” i question “we better leave to help my mum with the shower, he’ll be okay (y/n/n) he won’t do anything stupid” the raven haired girl assures me giving me a small warm hug

“you do know we’re talking about my brother here, right?” she smiles grabbing the blondes hand as the walk out of the diner.

jughead gives me a small smile before he weaves past me “wait jug” i grab ahold of his hand pulling him back to face me “please don’t go with him” i beg my voice seemed to crack

“i promise you i won’t” i nod tearing up “hey you’re going to be so jealous because i get to go to the event of the year! god i love baby showers, it’s actually on my bucket list” he smiles sarcastically.

“i can’t wait to hear all about it” i tease pushing him toward the door “go before they start to get sus” he nods tipping his non existent hat before following after the two girls.

leaving me to a extremely busy diner and a 9 hour shift

i linger a few minutes longer as i wait for my friends to re-enter the diner, they’d promised that they’d come by for dinner and tell me all about what happened after my shift, my shift ended an hour ago.

just as i’d given up hope and headed toward the exit betty & veronica enter a dull smile on both of their faces “hey” i chirp fiddling with my keys

“everything okay?” i stress the girls sharing quiet glances “oh yeah! you should probably go home though” i furrow my brows “he went didn’t he?”

i shake my head not needing their answers “im going to kill him” i mutter under my breathe walking past the girls “wait!” betty calls grabbing my arm as i start my walk home

“i do have good news” she scrambles a smile now on her face “what?” i chuckle “well first off i know your big secret & im going to be a god mother!” she squeals launching herself into me.

“betty that’s awesome!” i blurt my heart feeling a little lighter “can we rewind back a little, my secret?” she blush winking at me “i know about you and juggie”

“there is no me and juggie?” i state keeping my voice calm “i need to get home b ill see you tomorrow okay?” she smirks as i speed walk away from her,

“i ship it!” she yells out causing me to giggle, that girl.

i practically run home bouncing into the front door my mood sucked down the drain when i spot archie & my dad arguing in the kitchen

i step into the light, he catches my eye and opens his mouth to speak “so did you walts into the bar with your highly distinguishable letterman jacket? huh red just stroll in blend in with a fucking blue and yellow jacket?!” i hiss

“thats enough (y/n) he knows what he’s done wrong” i shake my head moving past the boys up the steps “i found one of the guys you know- your welcome” he yells up at me as i move from his site.

i storm past archie’s room and catch a glimpse of jughead slummed against the wall, head in his hands “jug?” my voice softens entering the room slowly as to not frighten him.

he’s head perks up and he takes one look at me before dropping his eyes again “hey what’s up?” i ask crouching down next to him “are you okay?”

“did they tell you” he grins sarcastically “god i was so stupid thinking i could fit in with you guys” he scoffs to himself grabbing at his mouth.

“hey thats not to me” i scoot closer to the boy tilting his head up to look at me, my voice soft and full of concern. his eyes brim with tears.

“it’s nothing” my brows crease a wave of uselessness coming over me, i grab both sides of his face only for him to turn away from me.

“jug, talk to me please” i beg trying to gain eye contact

“(y/n)” i hear my brother call from the hall, i ignore him a tear running down my face “what happened?” the boy stands moving toward my brothers office chair leaving me on the ground

my brother touches my arm and i flinch standing myself off “stay away” i mumble “i know it’s hard to know about jugs dad but im here to apologise to the both of you-” i perk up cutting him off

“what about your dad?” i ask jughead moving toward him “that he’s a serpent, you didn’t know?” my brother speaks glancing between me and jughead.

“nice one arch” jughead mumbles

i roll my eyes “atleast someone talks to me” i snap my brother glances confusingly “wait did i miss something between you two?” i laugh manically shaking my head “why don’t you ask jughead”

i walk away from the two boys and storm into my room, anger coursing through me. i pull up a blanket and curl myself against my window ledge staring out as the rain dribbles against the glass.

i watch the street lights flicker on as dusk sets in, my father and tried to call me down for dinner but i refused, ignoring every knock on the door.

“(y/n)” “go away archie” i mumble brushing the hair out of my face, “not archie”

i turn and watch the raven haired boy sit down next to me, silent for several minutes before he turns to face me

“im sorry i didn’t tell you” he confesses looking to me for some sort of sign that i’d forgiven him, “i didn’t want it to change the way you felt about me”

i sigh moving my head away from the window “it wouldn’t have jug, it hasn’t” i tell him shaking my head slightly “it’s the fact that you hid it and when i asked you- you-you just didn’t want to tell me” i argue frustration building.

“i want you to trust me-like you do with betty and with arc-” “archie stormed into the shower and told the girls- i don’t know what they’re thinking”

“i trust you- sometimes i feel like you’re the only person i can trust” i let out a laugh a tear falling from my eye, he scoots closer to me my legs draping over his lap

“was it serpents? that beat us up? that left the box in the diner?” i fiddling with my fingers scared to look him in the eyes.

“the box yes, it wasn’t my dad (y/n) i promise you- i had no idea. i don’t think it was the people who hurt you” he sucks in a breathe glancing up at my still bruised face.

“i wish i was me” he mumbles “you didn’t deserve it” i shake my head grabbing his hand “don’t do that to yourself- you don’t deserve it either” i assure him resting my head onto his shoulder

we sit for a minute in utter silence too wrapped up in eschtoher to say a word, “you threw me in a hot water with your brother yanno, i had to tell him” you giggle fiddling with his flanno.

“told him what?” “that i kissed you- more than once” i blush “how’d he take it?” jughead laughs raising his eyebrows “it’s your brother he has as much emotion as a box of crayons”

i laugh, closing my eyes briefly, reopening them to find jughead closer to my face. i steady my breathing placing my hand on his cheek.

“im sorry” we blurt at once, laughing at each other “im sorry, jughead” i smile softly at him “im sorry too, i should’ve told you sooner”

“you know how you can make it up to me?” i smile wickedly “mmhm” “you could kiss me” a cheeky smile grows on his face “you don’t have to tell me twice”

and with that he presses his lips against mine in one soft, breathtaking kiss. i pull away sucking in a large breathe as he leans his forehead against mine.

“forgiven?” he muses a blush evident on both of our faces “mmm nope one more” i pull on his shirt joining our lips one more time.

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I wanted to write up a little bit about what it means and feels like to go backcountry skiing or backpacking vs. what it looks like in all the photos you see on here.

Alpine touring is a constant mental and physical battle. It doesn’t feel good. In fact, most of the time I’m saying to myself, “This sucks why am I doing this?” and feeling very aware of all the pain my body is in. This is especially true of spring/summer skiing than anything. In 70 degrees, my feet do not do well in ski boots. An hour in, and I can feel my blisters beginning to form. They hurt with every step. You’re breathing hard and there’s always someone faster than you. Your pack is heavy, your feet are heavy, the top of the skin track is always so far away. There’s SO much self questioning in this process BUT that is what makes you strong. You conquer yourself. You make it to the top. You ski the run that feels like no one else has skied. You make it back to the car and take off your boots and it feels like sweet, sweet heaven and you all laugh about having the exact same blister in the exact same spot and you feel relief because you thought you were the only one. It seems so easy for everyone else, right?

Hiking and backpacking are not comfortable. Your backpack is heavy and it feels fine at first but then your lower back aches, your bare shoulders chafe from the straps (tip: put socks between shoulder straps and your bare skin while hiking). As you gain elevation, the sun bakes you, its harder to breathe, and you can feel your heart beat in your ears. You’ll get bitten by mosquitos, horse flies, everything with wings. But oh my god, the places and the things you’ll see. You again conquer yourself and all the things you told yourself you couldn’t do on the way up, you did and now you get to take in the view of hidden treasures MOST people don’t get to see BC they cannot conquer themselves. Your pain is always rewarded.

Being outdoors is not all sunshine and denim and cool hats and movie-esque scenes. It’s messy hair, sunburn, bug bites, chafing, body odor, blisters, and pain. But it’s also glory, sunrises in remote places, uninterrupted wilderness, humbling, laughter, food appreciation, and an overwhelming sense of being proud of what you’re capable of and the amazing things you get to see that most people can and will only imagine.

I’m telling you all this because next time you venture out into the wild and the entire way there you feel like this hurts you more than it does other people and you’re not cut out for it and it’s so hard, remember you aren’t alone. You’re not weak. You are cut out for it because everyone else goes through those feelings too but remember the glory and self pride you felt when you accomplished it and THATS why you do it again, and again, and again.

You’re not falling in love.
—  I tell myself again and again that I’m wrong, whether I’m resisting the urge to kiss you or convincing myself I should. The clouds seem to drift above us, changing like your mood. Their beauty can only remind me of yours. For a moment I can pretend my heart does not ache for you. I can pretend that it aches for someone else. But really it is your fingers I want intertwined with mine and your smile that mine reflects. It’s your laughter that I want to fill my ears and your heart that I call home. The flowers I pick always seem to lose a little meaning as their velvety petals fall to the ground, and I toss down the stalk because you love me not. My dreams will forever be filled with you, and my universe will forever orbit around you. I’m not falling in love with you. I’m already in love with you.

penaltywaltz  asked:

Sherlolly, reacting to the other one crying about something

I hope you enjoy it!

Molly was having the worst day of her life. It all started when she was on her way out the door of her flat when she heard it: the breathy text alert of Sherlock’s phone. He had spent the night holding her close, finally falling asleep together amidst their gentle snogs. It was a peaceful night’s sleep as she woke up to find them in the same position they were hours ago, their lips still barely touching. It had made her blissful until that damn ringtone sounded.

At work, she had just finished an autopsy when another body was brought in. They claimed it to be a drug overdose. Immediately beginning, she slowly pulled the sheet back as the mass of dark curls she found had her panicking enough to rip the sheet off. Molly let out a breath of relief to find out it was not Sherlock. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly to hold back the tears. Reeling in her fluctuating emotions, Molly began to work.

Arriving home after her long day, she trudged through her bedroom, slipping on one of Sherlock’s dress shirts for pajamas. All she wanted was to curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep.

Sherlock arrived at Molly’s flat, setting the takeaway on her coffee table. The unmistakable sound of sobs racking his love’s petite body alerted him. He made his way to her bedroom, cracking the door open.

“Molly?” he called out softly. He saw her curled up, crying into his pillow. He walked over to the bed and scooped her up in his arms before sitting himself down.

“Sh-Sherlock,” she cried into his chest.

“Shhh, it’s alright, Molly. What’s wrong, darling?” Sherlock asked, gently stroking her hair. Her sobbing became louder and more forceful to the point where her answers were incoherent. “Don’t worry about talking, love, just let it all out.” He kissed the top of her head and rocked her in his arms, humming a sweet melody in her ear. Every now and then, Molly felt his lips lightly brush against her ear.

“She t-texted y-you again,” Molly stuttered through her tears. His heart ached for her. She misunderstood the text from Irene.

“Oh, my Molly, there’s nothing to worry about,” Sherlock told her. “I had told her to cease texting me; that I was in love with my pathologist. She wanted to send her congratulations to you.”

“C-congratulations?” Molly asked, finally looking up into his bright viridian eyes.

“Mhm. I believe her words were ‘congratulations on stealing the elusive heart of Sherlock Holmes,’” he informed her. Another kiss, pressed to her forehead this time, seemed to calm her.

“I also had a bit of a scare today. This body was brought in and the hair was very similar to yours and I—I just know that I could never handle it if you were kil—” Molly stopped, unable to bring the word to her lips, tears streaming down her face. She found another way to word her thoughts on the matter. “I don’t want you to leave me.” Her voice was so thick with emotion, Sherlock was helpless to stop a tear of his own from slipping.

“I will never leave you, Molly, I promise,” Sherlock whispered, a small, comforting smile graced his lips. She lifted her head to press her lips against his, feeling the need to make sure he was there and he was real. “Mm, do you know how much I love you, Molly?”

“If it’s anywhere close to the capacity of love I feel for you, I think I have a pretty good idea,” she replied, kissing him once more. Sherlock wiped her tears from her face with his thumbs. Molly’s stomach growled due to the fact she had not eaten anything all day.

“It’s a good thing you’re hungry,” Sherlock chuckled. “I brought takeaway.” This elicited a laugh from Molly and his heart soared. “I love your laugh.” His smile had his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I love food,” Molly giggled. Sherlock gave a playful frown. “And I love you too.” | ao3

Next Door- Theo Raeken

Request by @kate-raines​ … I’m sorry for the really late delivery! I’ve had so much work to get through it’s not even funny! I hope you enjoy it! :)

My eyes snapped open at a strange noise emerging from my window. I sat up instantly, feeling a slight head-rush, raising my hand to my forehead, squeezing my eyes shut until everything was clear once more.

The sound continued- was that?


I listened closer and examined the sound… Yes, it was a voice… but the voice of a younger female…

“Oh, are you fucking kidding me?” I rolled my eyes, making my way to the window and quietly peaking through the venetian blinds.

Theo Raeken, my next-door neighbour’s blinds were closed, his window shut, however his lights were on. I opened my window to allow more sound to be heard, and there it was, clear as day.

Yep, he was fucking a girl in his bedroom, which- due to my amazing luck, was directly opposite to mine, meaning that I could hear everything as if it was happening in the next room of my own house.

“Of course this happens when I’m trying to sleep.” I groaned under my breath, shutting the window and marching back to bed. I curled up under my blanket and placed my pillow over my ears, in attempt to block out the sounds.


The next day was another busy and tiring one at school, a day I was no where near ready to deal with due to the little amount of sleep I had the night before, thanks to Theo.

I was walking back home after getting off the bus and finally reached my house. I glanced over at the drive way next to mine. Of course, Theo was already home. I spotted his car.

I made my way in my empty house and threw myself onto my bed, stretching out my body, and enduring the beautiful feeling of relaxation.

As if right on que, loud music had begun blasting out of Theo’s window.

Once again, my eyes snapped open and held my body up with my elbows, looking at my window.

“Ok, that’s enough.” I said to myself, annoyed.

I marched out of my house and made my way to Theo’s, ringing the doorbell… There was no answer. It was no surprise, considering Theo probably couldn’t hear it over the loud music.

Just to prove once again that Theo was an idiot, his front door was unlocked, allowing me entrance. I used this to my advantage and entered the house, making my way to the root of the incessant noise.

I leaned against the doorframe of Theo’s room, watching him dance around to his loud music in nothing but underwear, completely oblivious to my presence.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his dance moves and his air guitar. It flushed away some of my irritation, but I quickly shook my head and remembered why I was there.

Theo!” I yelled.

No response.

Once again I yelled, this time louder. “THEO!”

Theo rapidly turned his head and smirked at the sight of me staring at him. “Oh, hey Y/N. What can I do for you?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You could turn that music down- or off! I’m trying to catch up on some sleep and you’re making it pretty difficult.” I yelled.

Theo smirked again and pointed to his ears. “What was that? I can’t hear you-“ he laughed at himself.

“THEO!” I yelled in anger.

Fine! Fine…” he laughed casually and walked towards his computer and stopped the music.

“Thank you! Now maybe I can rest, geez.” I began walking away.

“Why do you need to sleep so bad?” Theo followed me, taking my place on his doorframe, leaning, watching me as I stopped in my tracks, turning around.

“Well, it’s kind of hard to sleep when you’re over here fucking girls who like sounding like porn stars at 2am.” I smiled sarcastically.

“Oh, you heard that, huh? I told her to keep it down.” he laughed.

“Theo, can you be serious for one second, please? That’s not something I wanna hear!” I said.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that? What don’t you wanna hear?” he smiled, raising his eyebrow again.

I rolled my eyes. “You fucking girls!” I responded.

“Aw, you’re jealous!” he giggled.

“Ok, now you’re being ridiculous. Grow up, man.” I began walking away again.

“OK, wait, wait, Y/N!” Theo ran after me and stopped me, holding my arm. I turned around. “I’m sorry, ok? I’ll keep it down.”

“Thank you.” I looked in his eyes and just examined the sincerity of his words. Was he bullshitting or was he serious?

“I won’t fuck any girls while you’re home, because clearly you don’t like knowing I’m with anyone that isn’t you.” he returned to his joking, asshole self.

“Ugh, get fucked, Theo.” I said, turning to leave, before being yanked back by Theo, whose hand was still wrapped around my arm.

I was turned around by the force of the yank and was suddenly in Theo’s arms as he held me close to him. “You can’t tell me that you don’t feel a single thing for me right now, Y/N.” he smirked. “I know you like me, I can hear it in your chest.”

I breathed heavily, nervous and anxious. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“Your heart-beat. I can hear it. It’s beating quite unbelievably fast.” he said. “I’m making you nervous, aren’t I?”

I nodded slowly. “Wait-“ I paused. “How can you hear my heart?” I tried to slow my breathing, realising I was also scared.

“Because-“ Theo began, closing his eyes for a moment and then reopening them, revealing in the place of his natural colour, bright and glowing, golden eyes… None I had ever seen on any human. “I’m a werewolf.” he smiled.

“What the-“ I froze, suddenly feeling nothing. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t nervous or anxious. It was shocking, really. I had always been easily scared, but right now I was more curious. I looked down at his hand on my arm and yanked away, only to find that Theo was unbelievably strong, and held my arm in place, his hand still attached to it.

“You’re not afraid-“ Theo was shocked, his eyes returning to normal. “Why not?”

“I-“ I began, not knowing the answer. “I don’t know…” I looked in Theo’s eyes. “Why did you tell me?”

“I wanted to freak you out.” he laughed weakly. “I like a girl whose heart races because of me.” he said, returning to his normal self, but speaking somewhat quietly, with a more flirty tone than before.

“Even if it’s in fear?” I asked.

“Fear can change to something completely different quite quickly, Y/N.” he said.

“You seem pretty sure of yourself…” I said.

“Babe,” Theo inched his face closer to mine, so that I felt his words on my lips. “You have no idea.”

My heart began to race again, but this time the feeling wasn’t as a result of fear or anxiety- it was an aching feeling I had in my body, a physical need I had. A need to be touched… to be kissed… by Theo…

Theo’s face inched closer to mine, his lips hovering over my own. His eyes flickered from my mouth to my eyes for a few moments, before he finally leaned in and placed his lips on mine.

I stood completely still, unable to move much due to Theo’s hold on me, but I moved my head slightly as Theo kissed me.

He slowly pulled away and my eyes fluttered open. I found myself staring absentmindedly back at Theo’s lips, overwhelmed with shock at how wrong I thought it was that he- Theo Raeken, the guy I lived next door to and the guy I never got along with, just kissed me… but for some reason it felt so right.

“How was that?” Theo whispered with a light smirk, in attempt to be sarcastic and playful, however a more serious look eventually crept onto his face. If I wasn’t mistaken, Theo was also overwhelmed by the kiss too- as if he actually felt something.

“Unexpected…” I trailed off, not moving my body an inch. I hadn’t even noticed that Theo’s grip on me had loosened, and rather than holding me in place, he simply caressed my arms, stroking them softly.

“Yeah-“ Theo whispered, definitely feeling the same shock as me. “It was.”

Theo then leaned back in and hovered his lips over mine a second time, his eyes almost closed. I could practically hear the debate in his mind arguing whether he should kiss me or not, but his desires won him over and he kissed me again.

His hands moved to my waist, holding me gently, and my hands had slowly travelled up to his neck, wrapping my arms around his, bringing us closer together.

He was so warm, and being held against him was intense, sending jolts through my body.

We moved deeper into the kiss as time went on, growing more attached… more passionate.

“Y/N-“ Theo pulled away for a moment, letting out in a desperate moan, before returning to kissing me. His hold on my wait has tightened. Not too much, but enough to pick me up.

I wrapped my legs around him as he began to walk backwards into his room, turning around and falling on his bed, with me underneath him.

The kiss didn’t break as we climbed backwards to the head of the bed. Theo’s lips moved down my neck and lingered there for quite a while, before moving back up, but this time to my ear.

“Y/N-“ he began.”

“Yeah?” I whispered in between short, quick breaths.

“I want you…” he said, pulling away so that he could look into my eyes.

I knew what he meant, as I could feel him hardening through his pants against my thigh. I also knew that I wanted to as well. For some reason, Theo, who I was yelling at only minutes ago, and who had literally just shocked me with the completely out-of-the-blue news that he’s a werewolf, was the object of my desires- and I felt no fear. He was just as human as me, despite the golden eyes and whatever other physical aspects come with being a werewolf.

In response to Theo, I sat up and lifted my hand to his chest, lightly guiding him to lye down on his back.

I placed a kiss on his lips, then lightly made my way down his neck, chest… stomach… Then when I reached the hem of his underwear, I slowly pealed it down. I let my lips slide down as I pulled his boxers lower and lower.

Eventually, all of him was exposed, tempting me. I let my lips travel all the way to his cock and lifted my head so that I could wrap my lips around him, staying at the tip.

As soon as my lips touched him, he let out a gasp in pleasure. I slowly made my way lower, eventually bringing all of him in my mouth. I felt Theo’s hand make it’s way to my hair, brushing his fingers through it slightly roughly.

“Fuck, Y/N-” he let out.

After a few minutes, I knew that I had teased him enough, so I removed my mouth from him and lifted my body back up.

Theo immediately sat up and attacked my lips with his, pushing me all the way to the wall, holding me against it. He roughly kissed me, making it clear that he wanted me now. I did too, so badly.

I took Theo’s hand and I slid it down to my jeans. He quickly and frantically unzipped them and slid them down my legs, clumsily taking them off all together, and then sliding his hand in my underwear.

He then calmed down, momentarily, whispering in my ear while he slid two fingers up and down my core, feeling the wetness and teasing my clit. He whispered against my ear. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so sexy.”

I shut my eyes tightly, focusing my attention on what he was saying and doing to me.

“I want you to feel me-“ he said, entering two fingers inside me slowly, but putting immense pressure on my walls, moving his fingers. “All of me.”

As he moved his fingers torturously inside me, I was pushed closer and closer, knowing that if he didn’t fuck me right now, I would cum on his fingers.

“Theo, please… please fuck me.” I begged.

He stopped and smiled. “Yes, princess.”

Theo slid my underwear off and used his knees to open my legs further. As he did so, he slid himself inside me, letting out a groan and a curse.

I put my hands on his back and dug my nails in his skin as he began thrusting into me, making me wetter and wetter. Our bodies were completely pressed against each other as he pounded in and out of me.

Theo put his lips to my neck and began biting, making me let out a loud groan in pleasure.

“Do you like that, baby?” he asked, next to my ear again.

“Mhmm.” I weakly replied.

“OK, baby-“ his voice was weak too,, indicating that he was about to hit his high. “I need you to cum for me…”

“Yes, Theo-“ I replied.

Theo then began slamming into me harder and faster, rubbing my clit at the same time with our grinding bodies.

I was pushed closer and closer, tightening my walls, until Theo commanded me to release.

“Now, baby!” he followed this command with his own loud moan, as well as me.

I released around him, letting out a loud yell. “FUCK- THEO!” he remained inside me, our chests touching as we panted weakly, trying to catch our breaths

“I didn’t know werewolves got tired so easily.” I laughed.

“Oh, yeah?” he giggled, looking in my eyes. “I didn’t know you were that good in bed.” he laughed back, winking at me.

anonymous asked:

Hi, could you do Nessian making each other jealous for the prompts thing? :D

It is my pleasure, Anon!  Look, @accidental-rambler - someone else picked up your slack to enable my Nessian ways.

              “Did you enjoy that?”

              Nesta glared up at Cassian, as she found herself pressed against a wall, the hulking figure of the general caging her in place with his arms.

              “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Move.”

              Of course, the bastard wasn’t capable of taking simple orders, and rather than move, he bent down, running his lips over the pounding pulse point in her neck.

              Of all the men and lips in the world… why did his have to be the ones that felt so good?

              “That High Fae asshole… is that what you want, Nesta? Some lily-livered lordling who will never be willing to touch you the way you like.  Who will never make you feel.”

              His hand came up to grip her neck – a firm, but gentle hold, and Nesta tipped her head back, glaring at him.

              “I want that lordling as much as you want that little blonde bitch that you were panting over. It was pathetic.” Cassian’s eyes narrowed at her words, and Nesta let her lips curve into a poisonous smile. “Now, let. Me. Go.”

              “Nesta,” he murmured, leaning down again, his lips grazing hers.  Nesta’s eyes drifted shut at the sensation. “My Nesta.  I hardly saw that girl.  I was too busy watching you.”

              And dammit, she hated it when he turned on her like that.  When sarcasm turned to sincerity, and it actually made her heart ache. She didn’t seem able to resist returning that sincerity.

              “I don’t even remember the lordling’s name.  I’m not sure I bothered to get it. He wasn’t you… damn you, Cassian.”

              “We’ll be damned together, Nesta,” he returned. “At least it will be a sweet one.”

              He didn’t let her answer, pulling her close and slanting his mouth over hers.  Nesta tangled her hands in his hair, tugging the leather band he used to it back away, so she could get a better grasp.

              It was foolish, this thing between them.  They both had baggage, and wounds to recover from, and whatever this was had the power to break them both.

              In the moment, Nesta couldn’t bring herself to care.

Send me prompts for ficlets

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange smell in the south wind.

That vague fragrance made my heart ache with longing, and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.

I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.

Rabindranath Tagore

La La Land — The Fools Who Dream {Sentence Starters}

  • “The water was freezing.”
  • “She spent a month sneezing.”
  • “Here’s to the mess we make.”
  • “Here’s to the hearts that ache.”
  • “My aunt used to live in Paris.”
  • “But, said she would do it again.”
  • “I’ll always remember the flame.”
  • “Who knows where it will lead us?”
  • “A bit of madness is key to give us new colors to see.”  
  • “Here’s to the ones who dream, foolish as they may seem.”
  • “And here’s to the fools who dream, crazy as they may seem.”
  • “I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad.”
the grand hotel of a ghost waits for me,
the ship waits for me, its sails torn and weather-worn, it waits for me and i,
i am nowhere, lost on bathroom tiles, scorched by salt water tears, lost in manuscripts forest, dangling on by a loose thread, my mind a skein of loss and impurity
no amount of beefeater can salve my torn and ravaged heart, my aching limbs or tired bones or fix the hole i keep getting stuck in
no amount of wine can make me smile like i used to smile, no amount of whiskey can make me brave enough to run into the ocean naked and triumphant and whole
in this dark hour it seems as though nothing can help, nothing, and here i am again, on the floor of some distant cosmic bathroom, alone and scared, terrified, of the future, of the past, my life has been paused and some vile beast is savoring this tormented figure, this writer who seems to be writing not in his own voice
—  but after the tears are done and face is washed it dawns on me that i’m the beast, the wild furry thing, the horned creature, i have been tormenting myself this entire time for reasons that escape me even now
Love Letters: Mr. & Mrs. Chilton 11 💞


Dear Freddy,

My darling, wonderful husband. You shouldn’t be surprised, of course I love you dear heart. You are my soulmate, and you make me so happy.

You are more than I could have ever hoped for in a partner, there is no one as special as you. No one who is more loving, more devoted, more right for me. And who is proud of me whatever I do.

Oh sweetheart, I miss you so very much I am trying not to cry. It is so hard to be away from you, even these few days. It is as though a part of me is missing.

I am so glad I will see you again tomorrow evening. I cannot wait to run into your arms, to have you hold me tight. To once again be dizzy from your sweet kisses, your gentle caresses. The way only you look at me, making me feel like a precious gem.

I suppose you are right, but I hate getting so upset. Dear heart I am so blessed to have you to comfort me, when before I had no hand to hold, no sweet voice calming me. I know with you by my side I will be okay, no matter what. My darling prince.

And you know I will always take care of you too sweetheart. You are everything.

I am sure Cheval misses me too, and is making sure you are alright too. She loves us both darling.

I am going to try and sleep, although I am so anxious to see you, my heart can’t seem to slow down. It feels as though it has been months not a week. I ache to be with you again. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

All of my love, J.

Ps: Get ready to be tackled at the airport. I may not be able to contain my excitement. I love you so much Freddy.

(Tagging @writing-journeyx-personal )

Originally posted by boy-so-pale

All because I was young
And not in control.
I didn’t know how to feel.
or how to let go.

So now you’re scared
That I will act the same.
But I also am scared.
Of it happening again.

So I keep being closed
And not opening up.
But i guess that 
is pushing us apart.

At least with the summer
we get a huge break
so that when winter comes
We can try again.

this vicious cycle
can’t seem to end.
But each time i see you
i fall back in love.

but my worries still stay
inside my head.
maybe we were meant 
to always stay friends.

But that I will fight
will all my might.
Because just being friends
Will make my heart ache.

So even though we worry
that the past will come back.
I think because we’ve grown up
That the past is in the past.

So there is no reason to worry
no reason to fight.
If you were to cause my heart to break.
I think this time I will be all right.

Veltra Fang

one hundred ways to say “I love you.”


“It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”

John doesn’t know whether to be amused or exasperated, and settles on being both.  “I never said you were weak, Finch,” he says, fond and placating.  “It’s just… that duffel you’re carrying contains most of my arsenal, and I know how you feel about guns.”

The way Harold stiffens is minute, but John catches it all the same.  He chooses not to comment on it however, and after an indignant huff, Harold merely slings the duffel tighter over his shoulder, and John has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from voicing out his worry at how the weight of the bag must be hell on Harold’s bad leg.  He tightens his fists inside his pockets to stop himself from reaching out, knowing any well-meaning offer of help from him at the moment will be interpreted as pity.

“My feelings on your arsenal, Mr. Reese, hasn’t changed one bit,” Harold sniffs, “but I have to profess gratitude to them.”

John blinks at the way his employer seems to be talking about the weapons as if they were a person.  “For what?”

Harold abruptly stops walking at that, and John looks back in both surprise and confusion.  “Finch?”

“For saving your life,” Harold says quietly, his eyes strangely solemn behind his glasses.  “I may not like guns, Mr. Reese, but if it is what is required to protect you, then perhaps I should learn to care for them too.”

It takes Harold hobbling silently past him for John to snap out of his frozen daze as he spurs into action.


Harold looks down at the hand that is clutching his arm.  “Mr. Reese?” he replies, just as tentatively.

John takes a deep breath and turns to face Harold fully, the hand on his arm preventing him from pulling away.  It seems like there’s no need for John to worry; Harold seems intent on staying close as he returns John’s piercing gaze with a calm one of his own.

“The guns didn’t save my life, Harold,” John says, remembering how Harold crashed the car through the door of the warehouse, wrenched John into safety, and drove amidst the rain of bullets firing at them, all because Harold managed to track him down even as John purposefully disconnected the call—and the GPS—between them.  “You did.”

Harold holds his gaze a moment longer before it flickers briefly to John’s shirt, and John knows what he is seeing: the dried bloodstain marring his shirt that’s covering a freshly bandaged wound.

“It was just a graze, Harold,” John says softly, forestalling anything Harold’s about to say when he opens his mouth.  He closes it with a click, and John catches the way Harold’s normally placid expression gives way to something tormented before he schools his demeanour once more.

“That’s highly questionable, Mr. Reese,” Harold finally says, not quite able to mask the shakiness of his voice, “as I seem to be doing a terrible job of saving your life.”

The self-recrimination is familiar, because John has carried it all his life; it’s something that should never, ever be felt by Harold.  “I wasn’t exactly making it easy for you,” John counters, and Harold looks back at him, hearing the apology behind the words.  The hand clutching Harold’s arm finds his wrist, exposed and vulnerable; John caresses the pulse point, which jumps at his touch.

Finally, John sees it: the ghost of a smile as Harold visibly softens.  

“If it’s not too much to ask, Mr. Reese,” Harold murmurs, “please don’t ever cut off our connection ever again.”

The words seem to carry a heavier weight as John recognises that it means so much more than a mere phone call.  He swallows against the lump that has formed in his throat, knowing that the ache from his chest is coming from somewhere inside his ribs, and not from the bullet wound that he has just survived.

(He thinks it’s his heart.)

“I won’t,” John says, low and fierce, and sees Harold’s eyes widen at the steel in his voice: “I promise.”