so jel ; ;

“I’m your family?” “You’re my family.”

In honour of Gendry’s soon-to-be return to the show, here is a drabble of Arya and Gendry’s potential meeting in S8


She was water dancing when the gates creaked open. Brienne now trained with her every morning and night once done sparring with Pod. The young squire always seemed to find an excuse to still be there when Arya would glide up, eyes sparkling, Needle in one hand, dagger at her waist. He claimed to Brienne that Arya was a natural, and he wished to learn from her. After several weeks, Brienne stopped even pretending to believe him. 

The sound of two horses and the howl of the cold winds outside made Arya and Brienne pause, turning to see who had come. Arya felt like a girl of 12 again as her heart raced, her mind whispering, Jon, big brother, he’s home, he’s home.

She couldn’t help but feel disappointed as she saw it was a Wildling man with a huge red beard and glinting, laughing eyes. He broadly smiled in their direction, and Arya turned to see Brienne furiously staring at her feet, her hand clutching at Oathkeeper as though it were a support. 

“My lady!” the man shouted. 

Brienne nodded stiffly. “Tormund.”

Tormund? Arya thought to herself. She had heard of Tormund from Sansa; a Wildling who Jon called his closest friend, a brash man with a kind heart who currently cared for two girls who’s mother died at Hardhome. Arya had learnt to be wary of everyone though, however kind they may seem. 

Tormund slipped off his horse and swaggered towards them, talking loudly of great deeds and ice spiders. Why was Brienne looking as though the ground needed to swallow her up, Arya wondered. Pod was hovering nervously around them, clearly wondering whether to cause an intervention or just leave Brienne to it. Brienne hastily blurted to Tormund that Winterfell had received a raven that Ser Jaime Lannister and a group of Lannister deserters were riding North to fight alongside the Starks. Now it was clear that he no longer fought for Cersei, Brienne always seemed to bring up Ser Jaime when she was flustered, and it always made Pod roll his eyes.

Smirking, Arya turned back to the gate, sure that it was two horses, not one, that she had heard. 

And then her heart stopped. 

She hadn’t seen him for four years. His hair was still black as night, and the eyes that shyly looked through it were still the blue of a warm summer sky. A huge warhammer swung off the horse, and Arya could see the sigil of House Baratheon on it. Why did he have that? 

She found herself tentatively moving forwards. Could it be him? Was it truly him? The Red Witch hadn’t killed him?

His clothes were covered in ice and snow, and as he jumped off the horse she saw his hands were turning grey from cold. 

“Gendry?” she heard herself whispering, feeling the eyes of Pod burning into the back of her head. 

He looked up, and swallowed hard. “You finally got home to Winterhell…”

She took a sharp intake of breath, mixed with a laugh, thinking what Hot Pie would say to that subtle jab in his absence. “You’re alive. She didn’t -”

He shook his head. “I - Arya, I -” and suddenly his arms were around her, squeezing her, holding her in a way he had never once held her before. Arya found her head resting against his chest, her heart racing…

And then she pulled back and punched him square on the jaw. 

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Summary: Jughead misses Jellybean so much- it’s almost unbearable. When it finally gets too much; he finally makes that one phone call.

Helping Betty find Polly wasn’t easy for him. Watching them reunite wasn’t easy for him. And even though the Cooper family had many deep, dark secrets hidden away, some of them even crossing a line, he still envied Betty.

She finally got to see her sibling; but he didn’t.

He missed Jellybean so much; she was in middle school now, probably somewhere across the country, and he couldn’t even call her.

They’d been close- extremely so. Their parent’s impending separation was what brought them even closer; he remembered huddling together in his room, trying to drown out their parents’ noisy arguments by playing her favourite game- Mario Kart.

Jellybean and him looked alike; more so than was usual for siblings. They both had their dad’s black hair, mom’s nose, and a combination of their eyes- they’d somehow even managed to have a small tiny mole in the exact same place, on their face. She was the only one who was allowed to wear his beanie, the one knit by their mom; and he was the only one allowed to braid her hair. (She’d made him learn, just so he could do it for her.) He used to help her with her homework, it was the only way she’d do it- if Juggie did it with her.

When the Jones family used to go watch movies at the drive-in, they’d hide in the trunk- trying not to giggle and give themselves away, so they wouldn’t have to pay for tickets.

Their personalities were different. Jughead was the one with the quiet demeanor- more of an introvert who spoke only when he had something meaningful to say. She was the loud, bubbly one, whose positivity was contagious, never failing to put a smile on her big brother’s face.

Though they were four years apart; it was the undeniable truth that they were close. He tried to play his part as big brother as well as he could, but when their parents tore them apart, the blow was hard.
He remembered the day like it was yesterday- him standing in the doorway of her room, arm around Jellybean as they watched their mother pack her things one day after a particularly terrible fight- Jellybean crying, begging Mom not to leave. And then Mom telling them that she was taking Jellybean with her- not Jughead, but only Jellybean. He recalled his father standing there in their rickety house they couldn’t afford to keep, not saying a word, no indication of the heartbreak of his wife and daughter leaving for good. Of course Jellybean tried to stay- but when that failed- she tried to convince their mother to take him as well- but it was all in vain.

Jellybean had hugged him before they’d left- and that was the last time he saw his sister.

Fuck; he missed her. And seeing Betty reunite with Polly- even though it wasn’t for long- the mass of desperation to see- no, even hear- his sister became all the more heavy.

They hadn’t been in touch till then- because his mom had changed her number, opting to keep it to herself. He suspected, though, that his Dad had it- while they were separated, Jughead knew they still had some fragment of feeling for eachother- however small it bay be. Not big enough to get them back together.

But he’d reached a breaking point- and with Jason Blossom’s murder- he wanted- no, needed- his sister’s sunshine personality; and all he wanted to do was hear her voice.

He never called up his dad- ever, it was his dad who called him- but he’d put his pride aside and decided to just ask.

His suspicions were confirmed- his mom had indeed sent her number to his father- and after a lot of convincing (Son, you don’t need the emotional strain, they’re never coming back)- Forsythe Jones the Second had finally given it to his son.

So here Jughead was, hands shaking, dialing the number onto his cellphone, hoping that someone would pick up.

He was in the Blue and Gold office, having just finished an article with Betty. She’d gone home, after a quick kiss (He still couldn’t believe they were dating now), and here he was.

After ringing for half a minute, he was afraid that no one would pick up- but on the last ring-


It was his mother; voice unchanged.

He wasn’t very attached to his mom; he hadn’t been very close to her- but Gods, he did miss her to some extent. She was his mother, after all, and they did have some fun times.

“Mom?” He replied, after pausing to take in her voice. “Mom, this is-”

“Juggie.” She said for him. “Juggie…”
“I missed you, mom.”

“I do too, Juggie. I’m sorry you couldn’t come-”

In the background, a voice excitedly screeched, “Is that Juggie?”

He laughed. He was finally talking to them- his sister was finally here.

“Mom- if I could talk to Jellybean-”

His mom understood, and immediately handed the receiver to her daughter.

“Juggie!” She said, happiness evident in her voice.

At this point, tears started streaming down Jughead’s pale, freckle- studded cheeks. All he could do was laugh, mouth unable to form words.

“I missed you, Juggie. San Fran is the worst without you.”

His coherence thankfully improved, and he said back, “I missed you too, Jel. It’s lonely here without you.”

“How’s Daddy? How’s the house? How is Betty and Archie?” She asked, firing questions at him. “How are you?”

He didn’t want to tell her that he was currently homeless; not living with his dad- who joined a gang- but he could tell her that Archie and Betty were okay. He did so, but lied that the house was doing fine, and so was he.

They talked for sometime like that; Jellybean told him all about school; he told her about the new girl in town- Veronica; and he tried to avoid any topics that loomed around Riverdale- the murder, Lodge’s imprisonment, the Southside Serpents- but Jughead found himself happier than he had been in a long time.

“Hey Jel- do me a favour and go to a room where mom isn’t there?” He asked.

When she said she did, he continued. “So, Jel, I’m going to break some big news to you- Betty is now my girlfriend.”

The squealing that happened on the other end nearly made him deaf. Nevertheless, he laughed at her reaction.

Jellybean approved of the relationship, she said, and pressed him for details. After some coercing, he obliged, and they had a long conversation that kept Jughead smiling the entire time.

All good things come to end- this phone call included- and Jughead had to say his parting word

S. He didn’t know when he’d call again- and so, tried not to make any promise.

“Juggie,” Said Jellybean. “I know you well, Juggie, and I know I’m just twelve, but I can make out that you aren’t as fine as you seem to be.”

He didn’t reply, his silence served as an answer.

“I love you, Juggie; please try to be happy for me.” She continued.

“Love you too, Jel. And I will.” He said. “I have to go now-”
“Promise you’ll call again.”

He told himself he wouldn’t, but- “I will, Jel. Soon.”

“Better be.” She laughed. “Bye, Juggie.”

“Bye.” He said, and wiped a tear as the receiver clicked shut, and all that was left was the monotonous beep.


anonymous asked:

I don't know if it's possible for me to get over this but I really hate my height, I've felt like shit my whole life because of it. I'm 180 cm and everywhere I go I see short girls (I never EVER see any tall girls) and all I hear is how guys prefer short girls over tall ones and every guy I have ever talk to has ended it with me because they think I'm too tall for them and I love high heels and wish that I could wear them but that will never happen people will just stare at how tall I would be😔

Tall girls are amazing, you have gorgeous long legs so jel! If guys say that then they are stupid dw about them. You will find a guy who loves you for you, not your height. Wear them heels girl and slay, don’t worry about what anyone thinks x