Her name is Mimi and she is so damn sweet and adorable yet straight forward, I take any and every chance I can to speak to her. She is the one thing that stopped me from raging over puzzles. I made sure to solve all her puzzles just to see that little smile.
BECAUSE YOU ARE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU!
SHUT UP LAYTON YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME YOU PUZZLE MINDED TOP HAT!!!!
But as much as I swoon over this lovely lady, my heart was broken long ago when I discovered…
She’s married…and pregnant…there is no room for me here- but I was determined to be happy for her! And the lucky man she married must be a great person to have her heart!
So I finished the game and gained a bit more info on my gay game crush so that I could congratulate the lovely couple and move on!
There she is!!!!
Awww~ She’s like a dandelion, cute, bright but tough! Now lets see-
Greppe???…Greppe?…….I know I’ve heard that name before somewhere- wait.
No…no way I must be mista-
HE NEVER LEAVES THE RESTERAUNT!!!
WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?????
STOP COMPLAINING AND GO HOME TO YOUR'E WIFE YOU LUCKY BASTARD!!!!!!!
—-IN FACT!- YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO EATS HERE! ARE YOU HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE COOK???? YOU BETTER NOT BE YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH, GO TO YOUR WIFE SHE WORRIES ABOUT YOU!!!!
Request from @confusedascas : Can you write a fic about tom having a daughter who’s 11-12 and she’s upset about him being gone all the time for filming and one day she cries and he comes home and surprises her and he apologizes and cuddles please!!
Warnings: Swearing,Sadness,Cute Tom Dad
Word Count: 1,700+
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get to this, had other imagines to finish and my migraines have been killing me to the point where it hurts to look at anything bright :,( Sorry love xx
[Reader’s POV] (NOV 18th)
“Shae love you can’t get mad at him..” you sigh following your upset daughter. She’s been in an awful mood since her father called while we were in the car.
Tom has been gone for five months and called today saying he would be gone for another month. Shae was devastated and swore in the car. Tom got after her and she yelled back “You’re barely here, are you even my dad anymore?” which made Tom become silent then hang up. Shae doesn’t know how hard of a toll it takes on Tom not being able to come home.
Her birthday is in three days and all she wanted was Tom to come home like he promised. My lovely daughter is a Scorpio and takes promises very seriously. Tom tried apologizing but she told him to “fuck off.” Hence why tension rose in the Holland household.
“Shae Leanne Holland come here right now” you shout as she runs up the stairs to her room.
“No! He promised he would be back by my birthday.. I’m not coming out of my room!” her voice fills the air with the door slamming right after.
Letting out a defeated sigh you run your fingers through your hair. You hear feet coming down the stairs catching your attention. It was you seven year old son Zander and Tessa. His glasses falling down the bridge of his nose making him push it back up. Tessa walks over to you giving your hand a lick.
“Hi Tessa bear, how are you darling..” you give her head a rub as she licks your leg.
“Mumma, is Shae going to stay in her room forever?” he asks tilting his head to the side pulling the book he had to his chest.
“I don’t know Zander… She’s just really upset daddy isn’t coming home like he said” you explain pulling your sweater sleeves down as a chill runs through your body.
“Daddy can’t control it though..She’s a drama queen sometimes” Zander rolls his eyes at the situation. Sometimes you wonder if he really is seven.
“Do you want to help me make dinner love?” you ask Zander while walking towards the kitchen. Him and Tessa following right behind you.
“Yes Mumma, as long as I get to read the instructions!” He smiles setting down his book on the dining room table. His excitement making you laugh from the cuteness.
“Yes you can read the instructions my little genius”
“Tom, you need to calm down baby”
“She’s just a little ma- I know she swore at you.. maybe if you didn’t swear so muc- I know I do too but you’re worse” Mumma’s laughter fills the air as she talks to Daddy on the phone.
She was talking to Daddy in the living room on the couch. We ate dinner a while ago together while Shae stayed in her room. Mumma tried convincing her but she’s so stubborn. With all of our attempts shut down she stayed in her room.
Walking over to the cabinet I open it up. Finding my hidden sweets box I pull it out quietly. Making sure mumma was still talking I sneak some sweets into my pockets. Putting it back I hide it behind some of dad’s snacks.
Sneaking out of the kitchen I walk quickly towards the stairs. Tessa spots me from her bed and gets up. She follows me sticking her nose to my pockets making me panic. Running up the stairs with her chasing me quickly.
Dammit I have little legs!
Heading down the hallway I end up in front of Shae’s room that was across from mine. Knocking on the door I wait for her to open it. Tessa sits next to me as I wait for her to open it up. Knocking on the door again I heard her groan.
“What do you want? I’m not coming out mom!” Shae’s voice comes through the door.
“It’s me, Zander and Tessa” I say with a smile on my face pushing my glasses back up. The door opens to reveal my sister with a red nose and puffed cheeks.
“What’s up Zander,do you need another book?” she asks eyeing the one she leant me. I held the book to my chest shaking my head no.
“I brought you some chocolate.. you didn’t eat dinner so I thought I would bring you something sweet to pick you up…” I say pulling out the sweets from my pocket. I picked her favorite kinds out of my stash so she could be happy.
A smile forms on Shae’s mouth as she eyes the chocolate. Placing the sweets in her hand she puts them in the pouch of her jumper. Her arms engulf me into a hug, my arms holding her tight. I didn’t like seeing Shae sad..
“Thank you Zander.. Now go and try to finish that book” She pulls back giving me a smile. Nodding I walk across opening my door to walk in. Tessa comes in shortly after I open it.
“I know those are your favorites so enjoy sis” I smile closing the door to my room. Glad I could bring a smile to her face while she’s sad.
[Reader’s POV] (NOV 19th)
“Shae you have to come down to eat.. you can’t starve yourself forever.. I’m leaving this plate of food outside your door,better get it before Tessa does cause then you won’t have anything till lunch” you groan glaring at the wood door that was separating you from your angry pre-teen.
She would get tired of being in her room at some point. We didn’t put a tv in her room, and she doesn’t have a cellphone. She has two bookshelf on either side of her bed. At some point she will get tired of reading..
Setting the tray of food down on the ground outside her door. Shae’s door opens enough for her to grab the tray and slide it in. The door quickly closing right after. Sighing you walk off towards your bedroom. Frustration, anger, sadness all hit you at once as your body flops onto the bed.
“God dammit Tom.. this is getting harder and harder each day you’re gone” tears slip down your cheeks staining the pillow under your head. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket I dial Tom’s phone number. Pressing the phone to my ear I wait for him to answer.
“Ello darling, how are you?” Tom’s voice making you smile instantly.
“I miss you so much.. I’m feeling so overwhelmed with Shae, I think I might go insane” tears start to form in your eyes again. You thought you had this parenting thing down but it wasn’t easy.
“Please love don’t cry, I wish I could hold you right now.. Everything is going to be okay want to know why? Its because you’re my beautiful wife and a wonderful mother”
“It’s so hard without you here.. I wish you were coming home like you were supposed to now I can’t see your handsome face” you laugh slightly trying not to put a damper on the mood of the conversation.
“I’ll be home sooner than you know it, I know it’s hard baby but the Holland family will get through it like we always do”
“I love you babe, I heard something downstairs in the kitchen I gotta go” Getting off the bed you wipe your tears away with the sleeve of Tom’s pullover.
“I love you more darling, talk to you soon.. keep that smile on your beautiful face for me please” you knew he was smiling at this point.
“Will do, bye baby” pressing end I stick my phone in the pocket of my jeans.
“What time are you going to be home darling?” Tom asks as you pull out of the parking lot.
“Well Zander is currently with Paddy and I’ll be home in a few minutes, Shae is still in her room..” you explain turning the blinker on to make a right turn.
“Why is Zander with Paddy? Excuse me sir, thank you” you could hear shuffling in the background and voices.
“He is currently teaching Paddy on something he learned from a book recently.. What are you doing babe?” you ask listening to the background sound from his end of the line.
“N-nothing love, but I gotta go.. I love you so much”
“I love you more, goodbye” you smile ending the line by clicking the button on your steering wheel.
[Reader’s POV] (NOV 20th Shae’s birthday)
“Happy Birthday Shaeeee… Happy Birthday to youuuu!” Flashes go off from Nikki’s camera as Shae blows out her candles.
“Alright everyone who wants cake?” I ask holding up the cake knife.
“Me!” Sam and Harry say simultaneously then looking at each other with a smile.
“C’mon little dove, I know he would have wanted to be here” you set down the knife on the table. Seeing your daughters tears spill down her cheeks breaks your heart. Pulling her into a hug she cries into the crook of your neck. Dom takes over cutting her cake and passing out pieces.
“I just miss him so much mumma” she whimpers making another crack in your heart happen. She hasn’t called you that since she was little.
“Sorry I’m late everyone, did I miss cake?” a familiar voice fills the air. Looking over to see Tom in a black jumper, jeans, a beanie on and a suitcase beside him.
“D-Daddy?” Shae gasps looking over at him, her curls falling down her back. Her eyes opened in shock as she looked at her father standing in the doorway.
“Do you think I would miss my daughter’s thirteenth birthday?” Tom’s smile could have lit up the room,he looked so happy to be home. Shae gets up from her chair taking off and jumping into her father’s arms. The moment so pure and sweet, thankfully Nikki captured the moment.
“Happy Birthday Shae” Tom says giving her head a kiss.
“My wish came true” she cries into his chest as he ran his fingers through her curls. He swayed them side hugging her tightly. Tears were falling from your eyes watching the two of them. You were still in shock because he didn’t even fucking tell you he was coming home… Handsome bastard.
A/N: How did everyone like Zander, he’s so damn adorable :,)
I walked into a pillar at work today and gave myself a mild concussion. A colleague had to take care of me cause I was really dazed. Now that I feel better I'm sure this can become a good prompt for a fluffy Nalu oneshot! xD
Word Count; 1849
I know you prob didn’t mean this, but all I can think of is in my deaf!Natsu au bcus I love it! Also, adorable scenario, I hope you’re alright, and I’m SO SORRY this is so late <3<3
Lucy couldn’t tell if she wanted to laugh or to cry.
On the one hand, Natsu was currently laying in her small dorm room, in her bed, half unconscious and Lucy had no clue how to help him. On the other hand, he was in this state because he had walked into a pole. An honest to god, cartoon-like scenario, pole.
Lucy made calming noises when Natsu shifted, scowling to herself when she remembered how stupid that reflex was in her current situation seeing how he was deaf, and nothing Lucy could do could be helpful. He made a noise, low and distressed, and Lucy wanted to scream. She tapped his shoulder, urging him to look at her. After several tries he finally did, emerald gaze unfocused and a large and angry looking knot forming dead center on his forehead.
“Are you okay?” Lucy signed, speaking out loud as well. Natsu blinked once, nodding as he curled onto his other side so he was closer to Lucy. She smiled as she ran a hand through his hair, Natsu pushing slightly into the touches. They had only been friends for a few months, dating for a week and a half, but Lucy knew how physical he was. Cuddles, casual hand-holding, and resting his chin on top of her head were all daily expectations at this point, and Lucy loved it.
“M’fine,” Natsu mumbled. And Lucy was back to freaking out because she couldn’t tell if he was slurring from his injury or just not concentrating as he spoke.
Lucy ran her hand along the side of his face, brushing his bangs from his face and tracing an eyebrow piercing with one finger. Natsu cracked his eye open, and Lucy smiled at him. “Spell your name for me,” she signed. Natsu frowned at her, and Lucy made a low sound of irritation while keeping her expression the same. She repeated the phrase, slower. Natsu cocked his head, more confused. He tried to sit up, paling quickly and sweat beading on his temples. Lucy rushed as she pushed him back into her bed, worrying her lip at his whine.
Every morning between the hours of six and eight, Shawn gets himself ready and dressed to hit the gym, no excuses, no late sleep ins, nothing. The latest he leaves for the gym is eight.
He likes his strict routine, for what reason, you do not know.
You, for one, cannot keep to a strict routine when it comes to mornings and your time off. You much prefer to spend your early mornings cuddled in bed sleeping or lazing around. Shawn, however, loves getting himself to the gym and then lazing around and sleeping.
It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up to an unoccupied bed, the sun peeking through the windows as you shuffle around in the bed, attempting to find a comfortable position to rest and fall back asleep in. But, you’re startled when you hear the front door open and closing, your hand immediately reaching for your phone, the brightness causing you to squint as you read the time, ‘nine-fifteen’ a time that is far too early for Shawn to be getting back from the gym.
The moment he steps into the bedroom, he abandons his athletic bag to the floor, taking you by surprise as he collapses to the bed, resting his head on the pillow.
“Hard work out?” You softly challenge, moving to rest your hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles.
You’re not new to the occasional hard workouts where he pushes himself too far and he ends up just wanting to sleep the rest of the day. In fact, at least once a month he pushes himself excessively far and spends a whole day resting.
He responds with an inaudible grumble, nestling further into the comfort of the bed,
“In English please, Shawn,” you chuckle, continuing to rub your hand in small circular motions on his back, keeping him content.
“Fuckin’ kicked my ass… My legs are done for,” Shawn mumbles, opening one eye to look at you, sighing heavily the moment the wailing of your little girl sounds through the house. “She still not sleeping more than two hours?” He sighs, “I put her back to sleep before I left,” he pouts and you lean over and kiss his cheek, forcing yourself up to get off the warm bed.
“Nope, did you think you going to the gym would suddenly change that?” You chuckle, pulling one of his sweaters over your body as you look over at him, his body sprawled out on the bed,
“Kinda hoped so, she’s killing me with this,"
"Mhm, if you had of stayed home you would have been able to sleep and you wouldn’t be sore,” you poke fun at him for his strict schedule that involves going to the gym at the same time each morning.
You make your way down the warm hallway and enter the neutral coloured walls of your little girl’s room. You peer over her crib, leaning down and picking the three-month-old up, her little body instantly clutching to your body and nestling into you. “Hey there my little darling, did you hear Daddy and want to wake up? Hmm.” You hum, draping her white blanket over her back before you bounce her a few times to get her to completely stop whining. She settles into you and you carefully walk out of her room, wandering back down the hallway to the master bedroom.
You smile as Shawn is now on his back, his arm covering his eyes as he continues to rest. “Daddy wants some cuddles, I think he needs some,” you whisper to your little girl as she yawns, her little hand pressing to your shoulder.
You gingerly get on the bed and Shawn uncovers his eyes, focusing them on his pride and joy, “Good morning, did you decide you wanted to wake up, again?” Shawn coos, taking her from your hold, settling her to rest on his stomach, his hand resting on her back to keep her sitting up. She crinkles her nose before she stares down at him with her blue eyes, giving him a small gummy smile. “You’re so cute, wanna tell Daddy why you won’t sleep?” … “Is it because you want to sleep with us? I think we should let you and see, but Mummy over here says it is a bad idea.” Shawn mumbles to his little girl, getting no response but random baby noises and a few hands being thrown around.
“If she sleeps with us, we will never get her back in the crib, Shawn.” You remind Shawn of the reason why you are against bringing her to sleep in the bed with the two of you. She will end up sleeping on yours or Shawn’s chest and will get far to use to it and never want to sleep in her own crib.
You view as Shawn smiles at his little girl, his eyes illuminating with such love and awe, you have never seen him look at anything with as much love as he does with his little one. She is everything to him, his pride and joy, his love, his life.
At just three months old, she has him wrapped around her little finger, there is no doubt in your mind that she will be a Daddy’s girl.
From the day she was born and placed in his arms, there was no separating them for too long.
“Ah, bless you, uh and bless you again,” Shawn coos as the little one cutely sneezes, “she is so damn adorable, how did we create someone so cute, look at her.” Shawn smiles at his little girl, positioning himself to sit up a bit more, pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek, “You are a cutie, yes, yes you are, you definitely take after your Mummy,” Shawn continues to talk in a charming voice, keeping your daughter occupied while you take the time to get dressed.
Since she has been born, you haven’t really had much time to yourself, usually getting dressed is accompanied by her watching or whining, giving you exactly two minutes to get yourself together.
Her little baby mumbles turn to a few whines and you flick your eyes over to Shawn, “Shh, my darling..” He whispers, resting her on his chest and rubbing her back his soft voice beginning to hum softly.
He has this nonchalant power over her; Shawn can calm her down with just the sound of his soft hums and the tender touch of his hand. You, on the other hand, you don’t have the power of being able to hum in order for her to calm back down.
You smile at the two of them, Shawn calming her down and getting her to fall asleep on him rather promptly.
“Hon, what am I going to do when I go on tour? I don’t want to leave her.” Shawn whispers, keeping his down on his little girl, his hand rubbing her little back as her breaths rise and fall softly.
“I don’t know, we will figure it out… For now, just enjoy time with her,"
"She looks so much like you and that isn’t fair.” Shawn sighs, giving you his pouty flushed lips, “I have two beautiful women in my life, I got so lucky… You are both so gorgeous, she is flawless, truly. You did an amazing job.” He smiles over at you with glistening coffee-colored eyes,
“I couldn’t have done it without you. You helped create her,"
"Yeah, but you did the hard work, you carried her for nine months, I don’t know if I told you, but you are so damn amazing, I am so thankful that you helped give me such a perfect little girl,"
"Well, you helped a lot,” you assure him, “We created a perfect little girl, one that has your eyes and your long ass legs, God how those long legs were painful,” you chuckle, gesturing towards her sleeping body, “Have you noticed how she sleeps like you?” You question, curious as to whether Shawn has noticed how she prefers to sleep the exact same way he does, on his tummy with his legs spread apart.
Shawn chuckles, “I did notice that, have you noticed how she has one lazy eye? She got that one from me.” …
“Yeah, it is so cute… She is very picky, like you. Which reminds me, she won’t eat that baby food you got the other day,” you familiarise Shawn,
“Ha, funny thing.. I tried to feed it to her yesterday and she spat it out, so I tasted it…. It was gross."
"Shawn,” you sigh, “Stop giving our child bad habits."
"I can’t help it, she has picky tastes.” Shawn shrugs, defending himself as he carefully lifts himself off the bed, “I’m going to put her down, want me to make breakfast?” Shawn proposes with a smirk, “I know you love my waffles, with some strawberries.” Shawn beams over at you, stepping outside the bedroom,
“Mhmm, sounds great.” You smile over at him before he disappears from your view.
Too fucking perky, and she dresses like the damn sun. Harry
hated everything about it, he hated how she smiled every ten seconds, how she
smelled so nice and sweet. He hated how she dressed like a five-year-old,
wearing vibrant colors, and fluffy sweaters. He hated how she always managed to
light up a room with her presence, and he especially hated how adorable she
Y/N had always been a warm person; she had always been a
walking ray of sunshine. It seemed like she never could have a bad day in her
life, she was always smiles and love. And ever since she walked into Harry’s
life, Harry did his best to ignore her.
He wasn’t trying to be rude, really, but he had enough
friends and he didn’t need someone like Y/N. He’s met girls like Y/N before,
the ones who are too nice, who love to heal people, to fix them, because it
made them feel like a better person. But Harry wasn’t a toy, and he didn’t need
to be fixed.
“Here you go,” Y/N smiles, as usual, and sets Harry’s cheesy
fries in front of him.
Harry had been going to Ben’s Bar for the last three years
and he did not intend to stop when they hired Y/N. He was sure in the last six
months she had worked there he had seen her break over thirty glass cups and
plates. At first he didn’t understand how someone so clumsy could work in a
bar, he didn’t understand how she hadn’t been fired, but then he came to
realize why. Y/N was beautiful, and adorable, her niceness came off as flirting
and she managed to bring in the extra drinks with the guys who came just to see
ps: i was trying way to hard to be funny so dont mind me
“Baby, you gotta wake up before we’re late.. for the millionth time,” Jay exaggerated while shaking me by my waist.
“I was never the reason why we were late for any occasion. The only reason why we’re ever late is because you can’t take your eyes off of a damn mirror, spray 10 more pounds of cologne, take hour shits, and–”
“Okay, I get it. Now would you get your lazy ass up, and get ready? We’re meeting AOMG and most of my friends at the club,” Jay sighed.
I wasn’t getting up early, and Jay knew that which is why he made it his goal to try his best, and wake up his lazy ass girlfriend who he loved so much yet wanted to just throw her into a pool and move away to another country so he won’t get murdered by his feisty girlfriend.
I put my palm against his face, and pushed him away from mine while closing my eyes and regaining my beauty sleep. “Please baby, just get up,” Jay exasperated while putting his face into my neck and plastering little kisses that he knew were my weakness.
“Give me a minute, baby,” I yawned.
“You like opening your mouth wide open, don’t you?” Jay smirked. Trust your own boyfriend to turn every innocent thing into something naughty.
I giggled before rolling around and leaning in trying to give him a kiss on the lips. To my surprise, he moved his head real quick before pointing a finger to bathroom and saying, “Toothbrush.”
Thank you everyone for comments and questions –for your patience as I learned enough to stop dropping my head to the keyboard in Tumblr ineptitude and most of all for caring about the story enough to want more!
FWIW their first kiss – in rough form–was drafted awhile ago and I couldn’t let go of how that unfolded.
Having Faith popping into my head and demanding her due– to which I agree she is quite entitled– changed the pacing and several of the beats came as surprises to me.
Who knew Jamie was going to invite Claire to Lallybroch (originally he went alone) and who knew she was going to be so damn adorable when she got there?
Readers of this story have stuck with it, cheered it on, loved and at the same time decried the slow burn. You have continued to like the story, to find it funny and sweet, tender and touching and sexy through 33,800+ words of a love story before the first kiss. I’m very grateful for everyone letting it breathe and season so it could take on a life of its own.
For all that this chapter does end the UST, it is in the next chapter that you’ll be appropriately rewarded for all your patience (that is my goal, at any rate).
“How is she doing?” Claire asked as she dropped her keys on the table near the door.
She had been delayed waiting for an open surgical theater. Jamie was the one who came to relieve Mrs. Crooke after work.
Now that Claire was home, he knew he should get going but he didn’t. Jamie was enjoying the sight of her. He’d missed her the past few days, their schedules hadn’t aligned to spend any time together.
Jamie also couldn’t stop thinking of their long weekend at Lallybroch. His mind skipped over dozens of moments.
Large ones: watching her save the lives of Geneva and Geillis. Geillie had needed an epi shot, which Claire had in her wee kit. And small: stumbling on Claire surrounded by all the bairns in his study, blinds pulled tight, lights off, sitting under a makeshift tent of sheets and blankets, making shadow puppets on a pretend camping trip. And life altering: looking down at his lass, laughing as he pretended he couldn’t reach the candles and the expression of determination on her face when she decided it was up to her to blow them out. The feel of Claire in his arms floating under the fairy lights as he breathlessly waited for that kiss that never was.
He badly wanted to talk with her about it all but sensed they’d both needed a little time to think about things since returning to the city.
So instead he talked of the mundane, the routine.
“Och, the wee lassie was plumb worn out from feeding the ducks. The new construction around the park started. They are rerouting the foot traffic. Ye have to go through that alley. They havena put in a crosswalk yet so ye need to hold her hand and remind her to look both ways. Oh, and there are all kinds of performances lined up in the park over the next few weeks. She’ll tell you all about it tomorrow I’m sure.”
Jamie started reaching for his coat.
He hesitated though and Claire noticed. She noticed everything about him these days.
She’d been grateful, in a way, that her work schedule had been brutal since their return. She’d hoped it would keep her mind busy, that a little distance would help her think more clearly. When he was near, he filled her senses completely; but, lately, even when they were apart, Jamie had become her constant companion.
Claire couldn’t stop thinking of the Jamie he’d shown her at Lallybroch. Like an awakening of his soul the second his feet knew they were home. His joyful step taking her through the gardens, inviting her to rootle to her heart’s content, his laugh of delight coming upon her a lost couple of hours later, reaching down to help her up, not caring that her fingers were covered in dirt. Listening to him have a heart to heart with his namesake on the intricacies of clan relations, the importance of tradition, and wee Jamie’s duty to set an example as the first of the next generation of Frasers, no matter that last name was Murray. Stumbling upon him in his mother’s art studio with Kitty and Faith, their hands covered in finger paints and working on what had to be the ugliest group art project she had ever seen. It now hung on her fridge- it’s mustard, brown and gray swirls made her grin every morning.
If she let her mind wander, Claire could feel the heat of his palms gripping her backside. The graceful rhythm of his glide as they danced, his arousal when she pinned him, and the aching need she felt, after that half second where her tongue touched his, to complete their kiss.
They had somehow crossed a line at Lallybroch. Immersing herself in his world had released something inside of her and she couldn’t contain it, not now, not if he felt the same.
The longer they didn’t talk about it the harder it became to start. It was a risk, and she’d feel foolish if she had misread the situation but unless she was prepared to prod him, they’d be grandparents before he’d make the first move.
Remembering his hesitation, hoping she was right, she inquired,
“Something you wanted to ask me, Jamie?”
She watched as his body relaxed itself a little bit, she hoped in relief.
“Sassenach, would ye–”
Jamie’s ears turned bright red. She flushed herself, her skin itching to touch him.
“Would ye want to have dinner some night?”
“We have dinner rather often, did you have something special in mind for Faith?” Claire had to be sure she knew what he’d meant, this was too important.
Jamie’s heart was pounding, did she not feel the same? Did she not understand?
.“What do ye think about, I mean…. dinner ….wi’ just the two of us… you and me?”
Jamie’s eyes darted away. Claire felt her insides quiver and squelched the bubble of laughter that threatened to spill over.
“You and me? Like on a date?” She teased.
Jamie misread her playful tone and suddenly the perils of asking Claire out while they were still learning how to support one another as parents seemed all too real. Had he seriously miscalculated?
“Stupid, wee fool!” he thought; he could kick himself. God, the last thing he wanted was to make things awkward for them.
“Och, nevermind, Sassenach, I ken ye think the notion foolish. I’m sorry to have asked. I’ll see you tomorrow night. You’ll come get Faith around 6?”
He turned and brusquely packed up his belongings, using more energy than necessary in his haste to get out of there before he made more of an ass of himself.
He had the door open when her hand on his arm stopped him.
Claire leaned across his body, brushing her breasts against his forearm as she reached forward closing the door to prevent his leaving.
Jamie wished he hadn’t noticed, distracting before Lallybroch, it was all consuming now. You’ll start aching even before ye can touch her.
Jamie could not look at her, cheeks burning, ears bright red.
Claire got her hands up on both his shoulders and physically turned him then dropped her hands down and reached for both of his. He squeezed them in encouragement, hoping she could salvage the mess that he thought he’d made of it.
“I would like dinner with just the two of us, Jamie.” She told him honestly and he could see she meant it.
“Can you stay a minute so I talk with you about something?” She asked.
“Of course, anything.” That came out in a breath.
Claire guided Jamie to the living room couch and they both sat. But she picked up his hands again immediately.
“Do you mind…” she held up their joined hands.
Jamie shook his head, he dinna mind a bit.
“I meant what I said.” She watched him intently. “But I’m also scared.” Claire’s courage abruptly fled and she looked away. This was so much harder than she had imagined.
Could she really tell him her troubled thoughts?
Dinna hide, lass, Jamie thought as he watched her struggle.
He had no idea what to say to her at this moment. He settled for squeezing her hands.
She turned back to him and he saw her draw in a deep breath.
“After I sent that letter and didn’t hear back from you, I wondered. And then, suddenly your face and name were popping up everywhere with the Slainte launch. But still I heard nothing.” Claire had been staring at their joined hands but looked up as he made a little sound of distress.
He opened his mouth to remind her why he hadn’t, but she released a hand and shot her fingers to his lips to quiet him.
Jamie groaned softly, it could have been a further sound of entreaty on his part but he knew the truth of it– his was in pure reaction to the frisson of heat that shot down his spine with her intimate touch.
“I know, Jamie, you don’t have to say it. But I wanted you to understand why I–” She was looking at their hands, not meeting his eyes.
“I thought you didn’t want to get involved, that you might not have wanted anything to do with Faith or perhaps you thought I was being opportunistic because of the timing. And Faith, well, having spent time with her, you can see…..I knew if her father would only give her a chance, just get to know her, he’d love her, too. I think Frank might have, if he’d just waited a bit.”
At this Jamie could not help a derogatory mmphm conveying his judgment of Frank’s actions. Claire’s lips tightened briefly then she continued.
“But he wouldn’t. I was powerless in that situation. I couldn’t say anything to convince Frank to give us a chance. So before I met you, when you were a name on a piece of paper, I tried my best in the letter to explain to it to that, James Fraser, whoever he was, hoping if I used my words to paint a picture of what she was like and if he knew I wasn’t the kind of person who would make it difficult, then that man, her biological father, would want to meet her. But he never called. I built up a negative opinion of him –that unknown, faceless Mr. Fraser because I was heartbroken for Faith. First Frank and then, I couldn’t help but think….” She blinked hard and didn’t look at him.
Jamie grabbed her hand which hadn’t reconnected to his and held it hard against his thumping chest. But waited her out, wanting to hear everything she needed to say.
“I told myself that it didn’t matter, what happened with Frank. He didn’t want us and I told myself that I didn’t need him. When Mr. James Fraser never called, I told myself that was fine, too. I didn’t need him either, I didn’t need anybody. I’d done fine on my own. We’d just soldier on as we had done all along.”
Claire’s voice grew soft, hesitant.
“But then…. Jamie, I discovered–” she sighed, out with it, Beauchamp, she mentally cajoled herself.
“I haven’t had anybody to share this with.” Claire made a grand circling gesture with her hand meaning to encompass all of it, learning how to be Faith’s mother, raising her on her own.
“I could have been content, you know.”
She looked up sharply, almost glaring, defiance in her tone. Not knowing what else to do, he nodded in agreement.
“I could have continued to fool myself into imagining I was ok on my own…. until that James Fraser ended up being you. Everything changed when you came into Faith’s life.” She admitted.
Jamie could not remain silent. “Sassenach, I came into your life, too.”
“I know. That’s it, exactly.”
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, as if the truth of the statement made her heart break.
Would he never, ever be on solid ground with this woman? Jamie thought as every muscle in his body seized in sympathy with his churning wame.
“Jamie, I didn’t know, before I met you, I had no idea. I watch you day by day falling more in love with Faith.”
A grunt of acknowledgement from him.
“I am overjoyed for her and for you. Jenny and Ian, the kids, even Fergus and Murtagh knowing them now, I–”
Oh God, Claire thought, am I really going to confess this?
“It’s alright, Sassenach, whatever it is, say it.” Jamie encouraged.
“Oh, Jamie, I envy you. If Faith does something you have a whole phone book of family to share it with. Then they will tell you all about you or one of their kids at that age. Lallybroch.” The word drawn out on a sigh of longing he felt in his bones.
“Ever since being there I realize what is it to belong not just to a family but to a place, to a people, a way of life that goes back generations. No one in my life knew my family or remembers me from Faith’s age. I didn’t really understand just how…alone I had been until…”
Claire paused to try and gather her thoughts. Jamie made a sound of distress. But she shook her head forestalling anything he might say.
“I didn’t have anyone to call, not in that way. But now there is you.”
Aye, there is me, and I’m not going anywhere.
Her eyes locked on his. “Your clan, your family, Lallybroch will always be there for Faith and I am so grateful for that but right now, for this time I have you, too and you…. Oh Jamie, you always take my calls and ask questions.”
Jamie, unable to stop himself, moved so he could cradle her face in his large, warm hand, moving his fingers back to cup her behind her ear.
“You cannot imagine– I cannot tell you— how different it is. You make me feel….”
Claire cleared her throat, took in a breath and looked him dead in the eye. “I know it’s selfish of me but now that I know what it is to have it, I’m….I don’t– want to be so alone again.”
Claire couldn’t hold his gaze, she acted as if she had revealed a painfully shameful secret.
He was overwhelmed, feeling so much love of her and for her. It wasn’t only Faith he was falling for day by day; and he could feel himself fall a little harder as she exposed the bruising on her heart.
Then she swung her focus back to him and Jamie was spellbound, he didn’t dare blink.
“But on top of being selfish, Jamie. I’m greedy too. For even though I know what I risk, when I look at you, I- I burn Jamie. For a little while I told myself that what I felt was just our connection as Faith’s parents. Then I told myself my feelings were those of a friend. But that isn’t true. There is another feeling that comes up from this place inside of me and suddenly I don’t care what could be lost. It’s a wave of heat rolling inside me and I can only think how much I want to throw myself into the flames.”
Jamie watched it all play over her face– the fear and the hope, the desire which seemed to flare between them the instant they saw each other.
Helpless, Jamie called her to him, called her as his body demanded, as her body ached for him to do. The deprivation of weeks welled up and spilled over. Emotions brutal and gentle, all mixed up inside him, and the only thing he knew was that he needed to take her pain into him and give her all the tenderness that filled his heart.
He hovered over her lips and flicked his tongue in and out, along the edge of her lip, feeling its softness as he lowered his mouth onto hers. She sighed as their lips slid over one another’s and their tongues met in hesitation.
Jamie moaned, an embarrassingly loud noise of gratitude that transmitted its longing to her core. No longer gentle, he poured all the desire he felt for her into that kiss. His senses rejoiced as Claire met him with equal need. She set his whole body tingling.
She made a sound like a hitching sob as her fingers wrapped tightly in his hair. The slight tug of pain answering lower down his body had him groaning in response. He changed the angle of his head and deepened the kiss.
Tongues no longer uncertain but joyfully exploring one another. The smack of their lips almost as erotic and their breathy moans. She made that noise deep in the back of her throat again, it was making him desperate.
She pressed her whole body harder to him, his hands splayed across her back urging her to rub more of herself against him. He needed– oh God! How he needed. The sounds she made enflamed him. His only thought: more more more.
He felt her hands spasm in his hair as she gripped him harder. He’d never been this in sync with anyone. It was hard to say who was leading anymore. They were moving together, anticipating, meeting, joining, moving apart, thrusting back together. Jesus, what would it be like to have her naked and panting against him with those wee noises she was making?
Starting as comfort, it would end as something else entirely.
But some shred of recognition remained and he knew they couldn’t leave the conversation where it ended. He needed her to know she was safe with him, that he would protect her heart.
On a groan he pushed her back from him. Dazed confusion in golden eyes as she slowly came back to awareness.
“Lass, if ye continue wi’ that, I’ll no be able to stop.” His voice impossibly husky. “And as much as I want to carry on wi’ it, we need to figure this out before it goes any further.” He was breathing hard, so was she.
Claire nodded in shaky agreement. She moved off his lap with an increasingly awkward awareness that let him know that, like him, she’d had no idea she’d been sitting in it and grinding up against him. His body wanted her right back where she had been but his mind was thankful that she had broken contact. He waited a moment for his blood to cool so he could gather his thoughts.
When he was ready, he turned his body to face her and reached out for the hands she placed in his. She nodded in encouragement.
He smiled at her, he couldn’t help it, for the joy of being well understood.
“Sassenach, I ken yer scarrit, but ye needn’t be. There’s the two of us now.” His eyes raced over her face, unable to stop looking at her.
The intensity of his feelings had nothing to do with Faith. Yet, everything they did impacted her so she needed to be their guiding light.
“Do ye think we can strike a bargain, the two of us?” He asked, feeling his way slowly. She nodded.
“I dinna know where this, what lies between us, will lead, but I feel it too. God, ye must ken that much?”
She smiled at that as Jamie pressed her hand hard to his heart. It was beating very fast, almost kicking her palm in its intensity.
“I am thankful you feel like ye can talk of such matters wi’ me.” He kissed her hand as he held it. “I hope I am always the first person you want to call and I will always make the time to talk to you. Always.”
Claire saw something shift in his eyes, a look of resolve came over his expression.
“Claire, I make you a vow and to a Scot a vow is no’ just words, ‘tis a sacred oath and I’d ask ye to do the same if ye feel ye can.”
Claire nodded and he continued.
“Faith is the blood of our blood and bone of our bone. Can we pledge that we will remember her and do honor to one another as her parents? That when it comes to our lass, we will help each other be the best parents she can have? For whether you and I are together, she will be ours together ‘til our lives shall be done.” The intensity of his stare gave truth to his promise.
“Oh yes, yes I agree!” Claire breathed, relieved because he did understand.
Jamie dove in for a hard, hot kiss that melted her insides and left her dizzy.
“Thank you, Claire.” Jamie kissed her hands still held in his and gave a small relieved chuckle.
“Sassenach,” he said leveling a look of pure desire at her, “by chance do you ken if Mrs. Crooke can babysit Friday night?”
Anonymous said:Your god x human prompts were really cool…. Do you ever think you could do some more?
finemus said:Hello! Could you maybe do some demigod prompts/storyline ideas? Thank you ☺// Anonymous said:Got any prompts about Demi-gods?
Anonymous said:Could we get some more prompts with gods/goddesses?
1) “It’s alright,” the god murmured. “It’s going to be alright.” The human shook, no witty words or eyerolls for once - heaving for air that didn’t want to come. Crumpled in grief all the fragility of humankind seemed most on show. “Will I see them again? In the afterlife?” “You know I can’t tell you that.” “Yeah, well, you couldn’t fucking save them either so what the hell kind of god are you? What’s the point of you!?”
2) “You would smite a village just to get at me?” the demigod’s voice cracked. “They’ve done nothing to you! They are good, devout, innocents.” “They were guilty the second they attempted to harbour you from me,” his father said. “Their ignorance of their guilt does not lessen the sin. If you were a less willful son you would not need so strict a hand to guide you.” “If you were less shit father then-” the demigod’s mouth clamped shut, involuntarily. He seethed. “You will no longer spend time among mortals,” the god decreed. “Your unruliness is not your fault, you are right. I have let you down. Now I will make you better.”
3) The demigod knelt down in the confessional booth, head bowed. “Forgive me father,” they released a shaky breath. “For I have sinned.”
4) “You know,” the demigod murmured, bracing an arm against the wall and eyeing the top of the human’s head. “Most of them can’t take their eyes off me, but you refuse to so much as meet my gaze. Do you perhaps envision I have a basilisk’s stare? Or are you so devout as to believe you have no right to look upon a child of the gods?” “I did not realise you cared if I looked upon you or not. You are hardly lacking people to lay themselves at your altar, you hardly need me to do so as well. That would just be excessive.” A grin tugged at the demigod’s lips - rather more used to adoration, to those who begged for blessing, some divinity shed to their own selves by rubbing shoulders with something more.
5) The goddess looked down at the believer, so sweet and faithful. Her head tilted. “Do you understand what it is you are offering, child?” “All I am is yours,there is nothing left to offer.” The girl trembled with terror. The goddess’ lips pursed thin. This damn cult, what had they done? She turned to them with rage like ice. “How dare you?” They startled. “Is the sacrifice not to your liking? She has been well trained-” “She’s terrified!” She gathered the girl closer, protectively, lest they punish her for a goddess’ displeasure. “You imagine my love to be enslaving?” What had they done to her legacy in her absence? This was monstrous. It was all wrong.
"Hey Maman, Papa,“ Marinette waved as she trudged through the bakery.
"Good gracious, what happened to you?” her mother demanded. The few customers joined her parents to gawk at her.
Ugh. "Akuma,“ she said with a sigh. God she wanted a nap. "I guess I’ll be like this until Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of it.” She shrugged. "It’s not… bad, is it?“ She hadn’t had a chance to look in a mirror. Maybe she was so tired because she was ancient.
"Nooooo.” Her mother said hesitantly. "Just different.“
"Would it be all right if I take a few photos?” her father asked. "I’m curious how accurate this is.“
Marinette shrugged. "Sure.” She half wanted to assemble a photo album of all the odd things that had been done to her in nearly five years of superhero work. "But if it’s super embarrassing, please don’t share it.“
Her father pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few photos, one with her mother. Then she was released to drag herself up the steps to her room. She toed off her shoes and crawled into her bunk. "You doing okay Tikki?”
“Yup.” The little red being floated into Marinette’s view, landing on her pillow. "All charged and ready when the Chronologer shows back up.“
"Great,” Marinette mumbled. "Wake me if she turns back up.“ She set her phone on the shelf her kwami liked to use when she had to keep an eye on the news and the Ladyblog.
That one time we were creeping on Alex and saw the most magnificent Mattex moment EVER. And hush, we’re not THAT creepy. Well. Maybe. Also: excuse the zero chill in my voice as I sling a curse word or two. And the zero chill in @notmumrns voice as she puts a voice to “omggggggggg omg OMG”
Do you have any fics you're reading at the moment?i'm in need of some
I don’t usually read a lot of fics and I’m much more into reading single imagines and one shots and I have a tag that you can check that is full of stories I’ve reblogged from people I definitely recommend you check out… and I also have this post that is full of writers that I love reading.@
@oh-styles has one of the best Stepdad!Harry series and the first part just made my chest ache because it was so god damn adorable.
@be-my-sweet-creature has a nice Nanny!Harry story that I love; I think I have a thing for fics that involve Harry and kids…
@hestylesno has a Live On Tour series happening that has me on edge because I’m desperate for a happy ending for Harry and YN.
@mixed-with-intellect has a group of writings that are linked with Harry and YN and Nick and it makes me want a friendship with the both of them so badly.
@revolutionaryharry has one where Harry met the reader in a Starbucks when she brought him a coffee; I love it so much and get so excited when she posts.
@stylishmuser has one of the best fics going called the Tour Guide; it’s brilliantly written and I’m so in love with anything that she creates. xx
ITS OUR BABY’S BIRTHDAY YA’LL!! I am so excited. I didn’t know what to do because I have never done this before, so a ton of thanks to @kpopworldofzodiacs for suggesting this idea to me.
This is going to be one hell of a long post. But my love and ARMY’s love for him is also immense so its only fair.
**none of the gifs are mine. All credit to rightful owners who have worked hard to make them**
1.) Jeon Jeong Guk is Adorable!
(look at this little bunny. The cutest boy to grace this planet ever. The cutest serial killer ever. I’ll let him kill me in a heartbeat)
I love how he gets embarrassed at the end in this one.
2.) His big and golden heart
At ISAC when he helped clean up is the first thing that comes to mind. He didn’t have to, but he did help out because he is a kind and considerate boy.It is such a humble thing for him to do, and its very hard not to respect him for it. He is much more than just his looks, and his voice.
When he comforted the fan because she kept on crying. He was so gentle yet goofy. He handled it with such maturity it was very sweet of him.
3.His shyness. If that isn’t the purest thing ever
How adorable is this????
When hyungs told him to go talk to his friends but he’s just like NAH! Relatable. He’s so shy its adorable
4.) The way he laughs
His eyes squint when he laughs, and its such a happy sight to watch because he laughs heartily
5.) The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles
the gif says enough
H.O.T. Damn this expression.
1 more because I am not suffering alone people.
Someone explain this shit to me. What even is that expression? Are you trying to challenge me????? Do not make me come over for your own sake Gukkie.
7.) On the flip side we have this…
Presenting Meme Guk. Why is he like this? Why does make these facial expressions, but regardless moral of the story: get yourself a man who can do both
Its things like this that make you wonder why you love him so much, its adorable but…. too much meme
8.) The way he won’t let hyungs live in peace
Victim #1 : Jimin
Imitating Jimin all day, every day
LMAO this boy…. EXTRA AF
Victim #2: Jin
Just can’t let Jin be…
9.) The way he gets confused and shook is hilarious but very adorable at the same time
All hail the Jungshook
An egg eating an egg.
10.) How he hates being called oppa
This lil bean is probably the exception to the rule. Love how he absolutely can’t take fans specially Noona’s calling him oppa. His expressions are golden when that does happen though.
11.) He just can’t suck at anything
I mean they had to come up with a damn game called “beat jungkook” because literally this man can’t suck at anything even if he tried.
12.) Hes got the hyungs whipped for him
Yoongi just let him get away with that lol
They spoil him to the max, all day every day
His entire existence in and of itself is a gift. My only wish is for him to never change, to stay safe, happy, and most importantly stay healthy. I wish he gets everything he has ever wanted in his life. I wish the precious smile on his face never fades away.I know he will have sad moments in life but my wish is for him to be strong in those moments.
I know he will cry and hurt but I hope that he will have friends and family by his side who would support him. I wish he smiles brighter in the future and talks about his feelings.I hope that he can gather enough courage and strength to face things by himself in life, and be kind to those who need it. I hope as he grows up with a lot of love, he learns to return that love others. I hope that he can get to a point in life where he knows its okay to be vulnerable. I hope he finds more people in his life that he can share his emotions with, and tell all his problems to.
I wish him all the happiness the entire world has to offer. Thank you for being born my sunshine, my hope and my lil bean ❤️
I mean, you can never have too many Solangelo Christmas headcanons, right?
their first kiss was probably under a mistletoe. i mean let’s face it, they’re both awkward and adorable dorks and can you honestly imagine either of them actually making the first move out of the blue?
will sort of starts panicking internally when he sees the mistletoe and tells nico that “we don’t have to, it’s a stupid tradition anyway” but lou ellen has hexed the damn thing and it won’t leave nico alone
so he sort of goes “oh for fuck’s sake” and just grabs will and kisses him
and joke’s on lou ellen because after that she has to deal with even more sugary sweet solangelo with kisses included
nico is really not a that big on christmas since it’s traditionally a family holiday and he’s lost all his family, but now he has hazel and will (and jason bc brotp man) and he’s really conflicted
but will is huge on christmas and red and green fairylights and ugly sweaters and catchy carols, and he can’t sing for shit but won’t shut up
nico would spent the holidays holed up in his cabin if he could but will has gotten it through chiron to have a christmas party and nico’s pissed off because “we’re literally children of pagan gods will???”
will’s not having any of nico’s shit tho
so come christmas day, will puts nico in a red sweater and drags him out to the pavilion for eggnog and christmas cookies and to the camp fire for a christmas carol sing-along
nico complains all the time and glares at everything that moves but secretly all he can think of is how will’s smile seems more radiant and how happy he looks when singing stupid jingles
and slowly nico kind of starts enjoying christmas
but gods forbid if anyone found out
(he doesn’t say anything)
once they’re all grown up and sharing an apartment in the city, nico and will get into this huge argument about christmas decorations
because will’s motto is “go big or go home” and nico can’t stand the million lights and flashy ribbons and “oh my gods will is that a life size reindeer???”
“it lights up, too!!!”
but eventually they compromise and decorate lightly indoors but will can have his way on the fire escape and that one corner in the livingroom
and the christmas music almost starts another argument but will quickly agrees to listen to the punk rock playlist nico has put together, because as long as winter wonderland is on the list all’s good
“five more minutes will it’s christmas”
“nico you don’t even like christmas”
“i do when it means i can sleep in shut up and cuddle me”
the first time they spend the holidays just the two of them they sort of want to have this big traditional christmas dinner
but the thing is that neither of them actually know how to cook, and even though they agree on the easiest recipes they can find and have will’s mom on speed dial, come dinner time and the kitchen is a nightmare and there’s nothing edible anywhere
they end up ordering in and making a pact that they’ll learn how to cook by next christmas
cuddles on the couch
nico wearing will’s sweaters and flapping the sleeves because fuck you that’s why
small christmas tree on the coffee table with tiny ornaments that hazel gave them as a house warming gift
will going all twelve days of christmas on nico
nico secretly loving christmas
because christmas really isn’t all that bad when you spend it with will, right?
I was thinking.. maybe something like the reader has had feelings for Arch for years now and everybody (even him) pretty much knows it but she’s done with his shit bc whenever he leaves a girl (or a girl leaves him) she’s expecting him to finally notice her, but he never does and moves on to someone else. So one day someone asks her on a date and she accepts and they have fun and all but then Arch gets jealous and they fight.
Thank you @sweetvengeancee for this request, you say it’s a bad but I think otherwise. Keep sending in requests and feedback please! I wanna know what you think of these!
People say that love is easy, but they were wrong.
I’ve been in love with Archie Andrews since I could remember. We’d been best friends since we were little, but my feelings grew over time for the beautiful auburn haired boy and I couldn’t keep them hidden, at least, not from my friends.
Betty, Ronnie, Jughead and Kevin all knew about my romantic feelings for him. Hell, everyone knew about my feelings for him.
Every time he’d get with a girl, he’d end up broken hearted, I’d hope he’d finally notice my feelings for him, it never happen, then he’d find another girl. It was a continuous cycle and it had recently just happened with Valerie.
I honestly was fed up with the bullshit of waiting around. I knew I shouldn’t, but he was just such a good person, he was just blinded by his own ego.
Damn him for getting attractive over the summer.
I walked to my locker, putting in the combination and opening it. I sighed, staring at a photo of Archie and I at Pop’s which Betty took. We were laughing about something random, but Betty managed to capture the moment. I ran my fingers over the photo before grabbing out my books for my next class.
‘Y/N Y/L/N,’ I jumped a little, catching the sight of Trev Brown leaning against the locker next to mine. 'Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.’
'No that’s okay,’ I chuckled, shutting my locker. 'What’s up?’
'I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me tonight? At Pop’s? I’ve been wanting to ask you all week but I haven’t had the chance.’
I pondered for a minute. I can’t keep waiting around for Archie forever, plus, Trev was a nice guy. 'Sure, I’d love too. Meet you there at 7?’
Trev grinned, nodding his head. 'Yeah, sure. I’ll uh, see you then.’ He smiled, walking away from me down the hallway.
'Um…’ I turned around to find Kevin and Ronnie completely confused on what just happened. 'What about-’
'Archie?’ I sighed, walking in between them down the hallway to our next class. 'Guys, he’ll never see me that way. Plus, he’s not over Valerie. Maybe it wasn’t suppose to be and I’m okay it…I think.’
'No! You can’t give up! He’s just a dumbass who can’t see it!’ Ronnie exclaimed, 'We’ll help.’
'No!’ I pointed my finger at her, 'You won’t, he lost his chance and I’ve been asked out on a date, I’m going.’
'Where are you going?’ I turned my head to see Archie in front of us, stopping the three of us in the hallway.
'Y/N’s got a date,’ Ronnie smirked, placing a hand on my shoulder, 'with Trev Brown.’ I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what she was doing.
'It was probably the most adorable thing you’d ever see.’ Kevin gushed.
'Oh - well, good for you then.’ Archie gave a small smile. 'Have fun.’
'Yeah, I will.’ I replied.
The date with Trev so far was going amazing. He was kind, sweet and caring. He also had a great sense of humour. Bonding over milkshakes was what I hoped to do with…Archie.
God damn that boy.
'Wait,’ I asked laugh, 'so what you’re trying to tell me is that actually happened to Chuck?’
'Yeah, he’s an absolute idiot.’ Trev laughed. The door dinged open as my smile dropped, seeing Archie walking in with Jughead. I groaned, running my hands over my face. 'What’s wrong?’ Trev asked, turning around to see Archie. 'Aren’t you and Archie like, best friends?’
'Yeah, but he knew I was coming here.’ I muttered. Archie and Jughead walked over to our table, Archie giving Trev a look. 'Archie, Jughead, what are you doing here?’
'Just for food. What are you kids doing?’ I sighed, feeling annoyance bubble up inside me.
'You know what I’m doing. I told you today that I was going on a date. You probably forgot since you’re still obsessing over Valerie.’ Archie turned his glare to me resting his hands on the table.
'We’ll go somewhere else away from here.’ Jughead interjected, grabbing Archie and pulling him away from our booth. I sighed, closing my eyes in annoyance.
'I’m sorry about that Trev, he’s just-’
'You like him, don’t you?’ Trev interrupted, a knowing smile on his face. I squinted my eyes at him in confusion.
'How did you?…’
'I thought you’d say no because of him. Everyone can see you’re in love with him.’ I put my head down, sighing in defeat. 'Hey, don’t feel bad. We can still be good friends.’ He placed his hand over mine for reassurance. 'But, go get Archie before someone else does.’ I chuckled at him, finally ready to admit feelings.
'Thank you, Trev, for a good night.’ I smiled, standing up to give him a hug good bye. 'I’ll see you at school.’ I waved, sitting back down in the booth and drinking the rest of my milkshake.
I saw the familiar auburn hair sit in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. 'What?’
'What the hell is your problem?’
'My problem? What the hell is your problem?’ I snapped. 'You’ve been acting all mopey since Valerie. When are you going to admit it? You screwed up! You can’t even see the right person in front of you!’
'Me? What about you! You’re going on a date with Trev Brown? You’ve never spoken to him!’
I scoffed at him. 'At least he had the guts to ask me on a date, Archie. I’m sorry that I don’t get as much attention as you with your new ego.’ I stood up, grabbing my hand bag.
I gave a final look to Jughead who watched our argument play out, walking out of Pop’s. I stormed over near my car, opening it up.
'Don’t walk away when I’m trying to talk to you!’ Archie called out, following me.
'What do you want to hear, Archie’ I turned around, stopping my escapade, 'Why are you getting angry of someone else asking me out on a date?’
'Because…he’s not good for you, Y/N!’
'Oh, for god sakes! That’s not good enough!’
'Why are you getting angry at me?’
'Because I love you, you dumbass!’ I exclaimed, panting a little.
I just admitted I loved him.
Oh dear god.
'You…you what?’ Archie asked, stumped. He stepped closer, causing me to almost hold my breath.
'I - I love you. Watching you go from girl to girl, getting heart broken then coming to me to fix it…how could you not see me right in front of you?’ I asked, feeling my eyes water.
Archie took another step closer to me, his gal figure towering over mine as he started down at me with those gorgeous eyes of his.
'Why didn’t say this earlier?’
'What do you-’
He grabbed my face, pulling me in for our lips to finally touch. I gasped, Archie taking my breath away completely. He made my knees feel weak and my heart race, it was just the way I imagined it.
We both pulled away, both of us breathless. 'Well, I didn’t see that coming.’ I joked, hearing Archie chuckle.
'I’m glad it did.’ He smiled, pulling me in for another kiss.
1. min yoongi/ suga/ my daddy/ the literal loml - he’s so beautiful and i relate to him so much. i shouldn’t even have to explain why he’s #1. i love him so much.
2. jung hoseok/ hobi/ jhope/ baeb - when he smiles, i fall in love but again, i shouldn’t have to explain myself. i love him so much.
3. dean/ kwon hyuk/ hyuk - he’s so talented and different from other artists and i’m attracted to uniqueness. plus he’s so adorable, like he has a baby face and his voice is so smooth.
4. kim yugyeom/ yugs/ big baby - he’s cute af. i like him and he can dance, i love dancers. that is all.
5. rosè/ girlfriend/ babygirl/ wife - i love her so much she’s cute as hell and she’s my literal ideal type (except for her hair (i like short hair) but i mean) she’s so damn talented and just wow i could go on forever i’m so gay for her. my baby.
6. lalisa monoban/ lisa/ girlfriend #2 - again, I like dancers. she’s like really pretty and I love her personality so yeah. my girlfriend.
7. kang kyungwon/ yuha/ gf + xiyeon/ princess/ xi = xiha (idc if this is cheating i couldn’t choose one) - yuha’s my ideal type. i love her short hair, she’s funny btw. she always catches me off guard with her hair. xiyeon…she’s so fine. they’re beautiful, them and their gay vibes.
8.the8/ minghao/ bae - another dancer. idk i mean…he just stands out to me. he’s attractive. and he’s sweet.
9. lee taeyong/ babe/ yongs - he’s multitalented. i like talent. he’s fine. he’s sexy as hell adorable af. he’s just…everything. (i’m dying @ this gif rn)
10. wonho/ won/ sweetheart - he’s a visual. and damn he’s so fluffy. i can’t say much rn.
i tag anyone who wants to do this since i’m not good w/ tagging people.
Yup, I’ve started a monthly fic rec. This is just meant to be a list of fics that I’ve read each month that have stood out to me, and wanted to share some of the love! I’ve still got fics from December that I need to catch up on, so a few of those may show up in next month’s rec list or just in my regular recs, tagged under #L&W reads. Be sure to leave a writer some love, even a quick message in their inbox if you liked it- I promise it will make their day!