we be getting hitched

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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things mickey milkovich did for ian gallager:
-gave him kash’s gun back
-stopped robbing the kash and grab
-met him at the kash and grab when he was upset
-got shot bc his ex was a jealous lunatic
-shared cigarettes and beer w him
-didn’t kill his dad even though it put mickey’s own life in grave danger
-beat up anyone who he was sleeping w
-“missed ya”
-helped him intimidate a pedophile
-waited on him before starting to run from the cops
-helped him train for ROTC
-helped him rob a house
-kissed him just because he asked for it
-got shot AGAIN
-let him stay at mickey’s house when he was in a group home
-made him pizza rolls
-had a movie and beer date night
-jumped on terry’s back to protect him
-got pistol whipped
-got raped
-“just because im getting hitched doesn’t mean we can’t still bang”
-got married to protect them both
-tried to talk him out of joining the army
-cried for him
-hunted him down in a gay club
-“if you don’t wanna hang out with me, that’s fine”
-told him to call his family
-BROUGHT HIM HOME
-helped him sober up
-went looking for him after svetlana chased him out
-sucked his dick whenever he asked
-made him coffee
-gave him money for breakfast
-contributed to the gallagher household
-“he’s fucking family”
-“he’s staying here. he’s staying with me.”
-stopped him from killing someone
-helped him frame that pastor
-CAME OUT FOR HIM IN FRONT OF THE MAN WHO WOULD KILL MICKEY FOR IT
-tried to get him to get help
-“im worried about you. i love you.”
-visited him in the hospital
-“sorry im late”
-“he’s got me”
-“take your meds bitch”
-agreed to take him on a date
-fought an army guard and only stopped when they drew their guns
-TRIED TO KILL THE PERSON WHO RATTED HIM OUT
-talked to the army so he could come home and not go to prison
-ran a hundred miles an hour to his house when he called and said he was home
-went to prison
-got a tattoo of his name
-broke out of prison just to be with him


things ian gallagher did for mickey milkovich:
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-brought him pain and suffering
-??????

anonymous asked:

fic prompt: Isak married even, a moment between Isak and his best buddy/man Jonas before the vows

“Man, I can’t believe you made it to twenty-four without learning how to tie a fucking tie. What the hell,” Jonas says, rolling his eyes. And it’s not like Isak can’t do it by himself—he’s just so nervous that his fingers had felt like lead. But he’s about to marry the love of his life, and that should be an excuse. Even always has this effect on him, no matter how many years they’ve spent together. It’ll be a dark day when the mere thought of Even doesn’t make Isak feel like a fumbling mess again, seventeen years old and learning what it felt like to fit in his own skin for the first time.

Isak takes a deep breath. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get sentimental until the vows. Even’s no doubt going to be sappy as hell, and all Isak has is a sweaty index card tucked into his jacket. He’s written and rewritten them, but no words can ever capture all that Even means to him. Isak isn’t sure he even knows the full extent of it yet, not when they have years ahead to figure it out.

Jonas must sense his mood, because he chuckles as he puts the finishing touches on Isak’s tie. “Who would’ve guessed you’d be the first one out of all of us to get married?”

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forever starts right now.

For Patater Week. Set in Careful the Tale You Tell verse.

It’s about two months into their relationship. (Their proper relationship, not the year of fumbling that led them there.) Kent’s bugging Alexei about his stuff taking up too much room in Kent’s dresser drawers. “Can’t we, like, pick a drawer that’s yours and you can have that one, so your shit isn’t all messed up with mine?”

“You’re wanting to share drawers?” Alexei says, merrily putting a pair of pants in right next to Kent’s pants, god damn it.

“At least can we fucking talk about it?”

“Pff. No, too early. We talk about it when we get married,” Alexei says breezily.

Kent nearly trips face first over his own dropped jaw.

And from then on, it turns into a thing.

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Family: 12x12 Coda

“Castiel?” Mary tapped lightly on his door.

“He spent the night with Dean,” Sam told her. He was leaning in his own doorway.

“Oh? I just wanted to check in on him. I suppose Dean’s keeping an eye on him.” She smiled knowingly. “Are they…? I mean he told Dean he loved him last night.”

Sam shrugged. “If know. I half expected Dean to drive off somewhere in the middle of the night and drink himself stupid. He doesn’t do feelings.” He put an arm around his mother and walked her to the kitchen for some coffee and a longer chat.

“The waitress yesterday morning?” Mary asked.

“Classic Dean. Alpha male, pack leader. Clearly not interested in her but still asserts his masculinity. He knows Cas isn’t looking to hook up with anyone. He’s not the casual sex kind of guy.”

“And you and Dean are?” It was a fair enough question.

Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Not a topic he wanted to discuss with his mother. “No time for relationships. Let’s leave it at that. And not so much for one night stands the past couple years. I think we went and got too old for it.”

“Maybe it’s because Dean has Castiel. Maybe the whole show yesterday was to throw us off, keep it a secret. But when you’re dying you say things you think you may never say again.”

Sam cleared his throat. Dean stumbled into the kitchen with an equally half awake angel behind him. They grunted their greetings to the other Winchesters and Cas flopped down beside Mary whilst Dean fixed them some coffee. They noticed Cas was wearing some of Dean’s things and his hair was particularly unruly like he’d actually slept.

“Rough night?” Sam asked. He figured one of them would answer him.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve slept. Dean’s bed is quite comfortable, though. It was easier to rest than I anticipated.” Cas was straightforward as usual.

Mary looked to Dean. He didn’t look remotely flustered. No posturing. “Did you get any sleep, Dean?”

“Better than I have in years.”

Sam fought a smirk. “So you slept…together?”

Dean glared at him over his cup. “You got a problem with that?”

Sam shrugged again. “You wanna be cuddle buddies with Cas that’s fine with me. Mom?” He shifted the focus to Mary.

She put her arm around Cas. “I think it’s wonderful that you have each other.” She hugged him to her side. “My boys. My Winchester boys.”

“You’re definitely a Winchester, Cas.” Sam reached across the table to pat his hand. “Whether Dean makes an honest man out of you or not, you’ll always be my brother.”

“Honest man? I am an honest man, Sam.” Cas looked confused.

“He means if we get hitched, married, tie the knot.”

“Oh. I’m afraid we couldn’t wear white as tradition - “

“Oh Jesus Christ, Cas!” Dean shouted. He immediately covered his eyes in embarrassment. Sam and Mary just burst into giggles and eventually Dean broke and joined them.

My family, Cas thought to himself. What did I get myself into?

This is part one of ?? ask memes containing 00′s lyrics.  This post contains mainly popular top 40 pop songs.

‘  a girl like you is impossible to find  ’
‘  ain’t no other man but you  ’
‘  and in the back of your mind i know you should be over me  ’
‘  been fueling up on cocaine  &  whiskey  ’
‘  best thing about tonight is that we’re night fighting  ’
‘  boys just come  &  go like seasons  ’
‘  can’t seem to get you off my mind  ’
‘  come  &  rest your bones with me  ’
‘  did we get hitched last night?  ’
‘  do you see how much i need you right now?  ’
‘  don’t tell me you’re sorry cause you’re not  ’
‘  don’t you ever for a second get to thinking you’re irreplaceable  ’
‘  fairytales don’t always have a happy ending,  do they?  ’
‘  feeling like i’m heading for a breakdown  ’
‘  how do i feel this good sober?  ’
‘  how long will i be waiting to be with you again?  ’
‘  i bet you’re hard to get over  ’
‘  i can have another you in a minute  ’
‘  i can’t look at you while i’m lying next to her  ’
‘  i don’t wanna be anything other than me  ’
‘  i don’t wanna be anything other than what i’ve been trying to be lately  ’
‘  i drove for miles  &  miles  &  wound up at your door  ’
‘  i have the tendency of getting very physical  ’
‘  i haven’t seen the sunshine in three damn days  ’
‘  i hope you know that this has nothing to do,  it’s personal  ’
‘  i hoped you were coming home to stay  ’
‘  i just called to say i love you,  come back home  ’
‘  i just called to say i want you to come back home  ’
‘  i keep her coming every night,  so hard to keep her satisfied  ’
‘  i know i left too much mess  &  destruction to come back again  ’
‘  i know i tend to get so insecure  ’
‘  i know you think that i shouldn’t still love you  ’
‘  i never thought i’d need you there when i cry  ’
‘  i promise i’m not trying to make your life harder  ’
‘  i said see you later boy  ’
‘  i swear i’ll change my ways  ’
‘  i think i’ve already lost you  ’
‘  i think you’re already gone  ’
‘  i wanna take a ride on your disco stick  ’
‘  i want to make you feel beautiful  ’
‘  i was off to drink you away  ’
‘  i wonder if i’ll ever change my ways  ’
‘  i would’ve stayed up with you all night had i known how to save a life  ’
‘  if i just lay here,  would you lie with me  &  just forget the world?  ’
‘  if your heart is always searching, can you ever found a home?  ’
‘  if you’re gone,  maybe it’s time to come home  ’
‘  is there anyone out there cause it’s getting harder  &  harder to breathe  ’
‘  it’s not always rainbows  &  butterflies,  it’s compromise,  it moves us along  ’
‘  it’s personal,  myself  &  i,  we got some straightening up to do  ’
‘  it’s time for me to go home  ’
‘  it’s time to be a big girl now  &  big girls don’t cry  ’
‘  it’s too late to apologize  ’
‘  it’s your fault you didn’t shut the refrigerator,  maybe that’s the reason i’ve been acting so could  ’
‘  i’ll be your best friend  &  you’ll be my valentine  ’
‘  i’ll do what it takes  ’
‘  i’m bringing sexy back  ’
‘  i’m going home to the place where i belong  ’
‘  i’m in love  &  always will be  ’
‘  i’m leaving,  never to come back again  ’
‘  i’m not crazy,  i’m just a little unwell  ’
‘  i’m not going to write you a love song  ’
‘  i’m not ready to make nice  ’
‘  i’m still mad as hell  ’
‘  i’ve had you so many times,  but somehow i want more  ’
‘  let’s get this party started  ’
‘  let’s talk this over,  it’s not like we’re dead  ’
‘  make them boys go loco  ’
‘  my heart is full  &  my door’s always open,  you come anytime you want  ’
‘  please,  just cut it out  ’
‘  she acts like summer  &  walks like rain  ’
‘  she always belonged to someone else  ’
‘  she listens like spring  &  she talks like june  ’
‘  shut up  &  put your money where your mouth is  ’
‘  since you’ve been gone my worlds been dark  &  grey  ’
‘  so much for my happy ending  ’
‘  some things in this world you just can’t change  ’
‘  some things you don’t need until they leave you  ’
‘  spare me your frickin’ dirty looks  ’
‘  steal some covers,  share some skin  ’
‘  tell me,  boy,  now wouldn’t that be sweet?  ’
‘  that’s what you get for waking up in vegas  ’
‘  they say time heals everything,  but i’m still waiting  ’
‘  this is not what i intended,  i always swore to you i’d never fall apart  ’
‘  this love has taken its toll on me  ’
‘  this shit is bananas  ’
‘  times square can’t shine as bright as you  ’
‘  tonight will be the night that i will fall for you over again  ’
‘  welcome to the real world  ’
‘  we’ll be playmates  &  lovers  &  share our secret worlds  ’
‘  when you look me in the eyes  &  tell me that you love me,  everything’s alright  ’
‘  when you’re gone the pieces of my heart are missing you  ’
‘  where did i go wrong,  i lost a friend  ’
‘  wish i had a good girl to miss me  ’
‘  you can hold my hand if you want to cause i wanna hold yours too  ’
‘  you got me twisted  ’
‘  you look so dumb right now  ’
‘  you put on quite a show,  really had me going  ’
‘  you reminded me of brighter days  ’
‘  you should turn yourself around  &  come on home  ’
‘  you’re so ugly when you cry  ’

Baby, You’re Perfect -- Tom Holland x Reader

A few things:

I somehow have 600+ followers, so thanks for that. Big, big thanks! x

Tom won a BAFTA tonight, I love him a lot.

I’ve been listening to WALLS by Kings of Leon for weeks now, so that’s my head-space.

If you ever want a follow back, let me know. I need more people to follow. x

ENJOY!x


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“God, how are you this perfect?” You smiled and made grabby hands at Tom. He handed the plastic bag over to you and you continued to smile as you saw that the bag was filled with all your favorite snacks. Tom shrugged off his jacket and put his headphones back into the pocket. He glanced over as he heard you removing items from the bag.

“One of those Sour Patch Kids is mine, by the way.” He hopped onto the bed and turned to cuddle into your thigh. Considering you had both taken this Saturday as your lazy day – you had both spent the morning making breakfast and then lounging around drinking from your mugs – you were still in your favorite sweats. And you both were proud of the fact that neither of you had had the urge to shower yet.

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Never Stop Loving You

Requested: Nawh.

Imagine: When sent down to the ground, you’re faced with someone you never thought you’d see again. Faced with the decision to face him or hide, you choose to ignore him. Knowing there was no way he would forgive you for what happened.

Warning: Angst.


Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Originally posted by kcismyreligion

You laughed, your giggle echoing off the walls as you leaned back in pure enjoyment. Despite being stuck on a floating space-station that limited your life’s options, you were still overjoyed and happy as you sat next to your boyfriend. Leaning against him for support as you nearly fell off your seat in confusion.

Bellamy chuckled next to you, shaking his head at your clumsiness as he grabbed her shoulders to straighten you out. You blushed from light embarrassment, you were always so clumsy and though you were embarrassed, you knew that Bellamy wouldnt really hold it against you.

“Be careful,” he chastised. You looked up at him, a certain awe struck expression in your eyes as you stared lovingly at him. You were completely mesmerized by him and nothing would ever convince you otherwise.

“I love you…” You whispered in a daze. He looked shocked, probably not expecting something so random but affectionate, before he smiled. Grabbing you around your shoulders and leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. you leaned into the warmth, reminiscing in the moment.

You sighed, lightly pushing away from the kiss, before leaning down to continue tying your shoes. You were having fun, but you needed to get back home before your father started to worry where you had run off to. It wasn’t very often you got to spend time with Bellamy because of how you had to hide it from your parents, or per say your father, who you didn’t know what he’d do if he caught you.

You’d spent the night at Bellamy’s last night. Aurora, his mother, though was anxious of someone else knowing about Octavia, did like you even if she was constantly watching you. Nonetheless she was more of a parent than your actual father was, so if that in returned meant her being wary of you, you didn’t care.

“Do you have to go?” Bellamy sulked from behind you. Placing his hand on your lower back, the bottom of your tank top ridden up from sleep. You giggled lightly, knowing what he was trying to do, before you pushed his hand away and stood up, turning around to face him. You placed your hands on your hips, fixating him with a teasing glare.

“Yes,” you sighed, “you know i have to. If not, my father could find me, and that wouldn’t end well.” You shook your head, suddenly gloom at the thought of your father. You weren’t close with Kane, your father, but he still was your family and you hated hiding things like this from him. 

Bellamy stood up, his height suddenly towering over you greatly as you leaned your head back to stare at him properly. “What could go so wrong?” 

Shocked, you cocked your head in disbelief. “What?”

“I’m tired of hiding our relationship and not being able to spend more than a few hours every few days together.” He sighed, stepping up to you and placing his arms around your waist. You frowned, letting your hands fall on his forearms as you nodded. “I know.” You whispered, gripping his arms slightly.

“I think we should tell him.”

You snapped your head up, your heart racing. “Bell, if we do that, he wouldn’t accept it. And even if he did, you know he would just watch my every move. I can-” Bellamy cut you off by placing his lips against yours.

“Yes.” He murmured against your lips, “but we can’t live like this forever.” You nodded, knowing that everything he said was true. “I love you, Y/N. And I plan to spend the rest of my life with you.” You blushed, the biggest grin coming upon your lips as you stared up at his beautiful auburn eyes. “Oh, you do do you?” You teased, smirking as yuh poked him in the stomach.

He was so sweet, and you didn’t know what you did in your past life to deserve him but you were glad you did. He made your life, boring, trapped life, exciting just by being within your presence. You nodded, “then… Maybe we should go find him?”

Bellamy’s face lit up as he tightened his grip around your waist. He picked you up with excitement and you giggled, slapping him as a sign to put you down. He complied setting you down, before grabbing a t-shirt and throwing it over his head. You let your eyes wander on his flexing muscles for a minute. He grabbed your hand, leading you out of his room. “Let me just go tell mom, and we can go.”

You nodded, following him with ease. Though your heart was beating against your chest, and there was this slight panic within you that everything would go wrong, you had a smile on your lips as you walked to the kitchen which only took two seconds.

Though the smile immediately disappeared off your face when you saw your father standing in the doorway, two guards standing behind him. Looking to the left of the door you saw Aurora, shaking as she held up her hands in surrender. You blinked, your heart suddenly beating much faster as you felt Bellamy’s grip on your hand tighten.

You let your gaze look around for a moment, trying to search for Octavia secretly hoping she was already under the floor. But froze when you heard light breathing behind you and realized she was only just out of view from your father. This was bad.

“Y/N…” Kane whispered, his voice laced with a hint of anger as he clenched his fists. Though it seemed as if he was trying to hide his anger, which confused you. Your father had never been one to hide how he was feeling.

Bellamy moved to stand slightly in front of you. You mentally thanked him, you didn’t have enough guts to face your father and secretly you were scared of him.

“Sir, we ha-” Bellamy stepped up, most likely trying to explain what you two had previously talked about. Only to be cut off when Kane held his hand up and waved his hand at you, directing you over to him. You blinked in confusion.

“Come here now, Y/N.” Kane said, his voice much calmer and collected now. You opened your mouth before he told you to come over again. “Father, no.”

“You’ve done your part now, Y/N.” Kane started, “you can stop pretending now.”

“Pretend what?” You asked, your voice laced with bewilderment. Just what was he going on about?

“You led me to them. Now come here and we can get this over with.” You felt your breath hitch in realization, did he mean to blame you? For what? You felt yourself asking as Bellamy turned to stare back at you and you felt the increasing tension in the room. “You can lead the girl out as well.” All feeling left as you stared in complete shock at your father. The guards raised there guns, and you could only stay frozen in shock as you could hear Octavia’s whimpers of fear behind you. All you could think about was how had he found out? Had you said something? No you’d never be as stupid as to let something that important slip..

Bellamy turned to you, the expression on his face unforgivable as you shook your head. “Y/N…” He started.

“You bitch!” Aurora lashed out, moving over to and raising a hand to you before one of the guards grabbed her and placed cuffs on her. You felt the world spinning as another guard came up to you and shoved you out of the way. You faintly heard Bellamy’s grunt as Octavia was roughly grabbed. She looked at you in hurt as they placed cuffs on her.

You watched all in helplessness as Bellamy was shock-lashed for trying to save his sister. You didn’t even feel your father grab your upper arm until you were dragged out of the room, Bellamy’s expression of betrayal filled your mind. “Wait!” You screamed suddenly finding your voice. Looking at Bellamy you pleaded, “Bellamy you have to believe me! I didnt do this.” You scream, trying to break free from your fathers grip.

Then, when out of view. Guards came, handcuffing you as you bellowed in fear. “Stop!” You yelled as they manhandled you. You stared in absolute shock at your father as they dragged you. “Y/N, you’re arrested for the treason of aiding the help of criminals.” Pure hatred filled you as you were dragged off.


You were meant to be killed. But somehow, somewhere someone was watching you and your day never came. You sat in the cell for days, weeks, maybe even months. Everyday an anticipation if guards would come storming in to take you to your death. Except it never did.

Then one day, guards came in and you struggled in fear as they dragged you away. You’d never felt more scared but part of you was happy, what did you have to live for. The only person who’d truly ever cared about you probably hated you for the thought that you’d betrayed him, you’d gotten Bellamy’s mother floated, his sister arrested and you never found out what happened to Bellamy.

Then you were thrown on a drop ship and sent to the ground. The ride was bumpy but you had kept to yourself, not truly caring. You’d been sent down there to die, so die you would. Part of you wondered in Octavia would be there but figured even if she was, she wouldn’t want to speak to you. Not to the person who’d gotten her arrested for being born.

You didn’t even know why you were here and not floated.

When you finally landed, you almost immediately unbuckled and stepped off. When you came to the bottom level you saw them, you saw Bellamy and Octavia standing there as they shared a hug of reunion. You felt your heart break at how beautiful but worn Bellamy had become and you immediately sunk into the ground with the rest, not wanting to be seen.

You avoided being seen as much as possible. Stayed away from the crowds and just did your part by helping around camp. Neither Octavia nor Bellamy had noticed you and you would keep it that way as long as possible.

It hurt. Seeing Bellamy everyday, one place where you two could’ve actually been free but having to hide knowing that he wouldn’t want to see your face ever again. You felt guilty for not even doing anything, but even if you tried to explain to him. Why would he listen? It was his family that got separated. Yours already had been so you had nothing to loose. Everything pointed to you except for the fact that you really loved Bellamy but who was he to believe you?

So you didn’t make yourself known.

You talked to no one and only when you had to contribute. Your tent was far away and it was almost as if you were invisible.

That was until one day you’d been out gathering herbs. You’d never talked to Clarke but she asked you to do this one favour for her seeing as the boy in the dropship, Jasper? Was in serious danger. You complied.

It was quiet and peaceful. You’d nearly forgotten about everything when you heard footsteps behind you. Scared you snapped up, turning to see if it was the grounders. Only for your breath to leave you when you saw it was Bellamy and his expression was just as shocked as yours. You took a step back in fear, not wanting to have to face him you dropped the herbs in shock.

“Y/N..?” He whispered, taking a step towards you. Oddly you saw no incline of anger or hurt, or revenge only shock and relief? But still, you backed up until your back hit a tree. 

“Umm.” you stammered, looking around you for an escape root. Taking every opening as a chance you moved to run only for your arm to be grabbed by Bellamy’s and him to pull you towards him. You flinched, closing your eyes not wanting to see the look of hatred on the face of the one you loved. “I’m sorry!” You yelped out, tears building up.

You needed to get away. You were willing to live with the hatred of him if you never had to see the actual hatred. If you never had to witness the anger, you would willing live your life as a shadow.

“Y/N..” His voice gentle, you tried to calm yourself down as you opened your eyes but kept your gaze on the ground. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “But I need to go.”

A hand grabbed your chin, directing your gaze up to his. You braced yourself only to come out confused and baffled when all you saw was relief. Your heart raced as a small smile came across his features. “I thought i’d lost you. i thought they floated you…” He whispered.

Shaking your head, you felt your tense shoulders relax as you breathed heavily. “Don’t you hate me?”

He shook his head. “Y/N… i know you didn’t tell Kane.” With wide, doe eyes you looked up to him. Suddenly remembering how much you loved his much taller figure. The familiarity of his warm body so closed to yours gave you chills as you let yourself completely relax.

“But…”

“A guard told me. Told me the truth. That’s why I came down. For you and for O.” He explained.

“I thought you were arrested.” You shook your head, suddenly confused. You never found out what happened to Bellamy but you had always just expected he’d been arrested.

“No, but was sent to janitor’s duty.” 

Suddenly you felt yourself tear up as you crashed into him. He immediately hugged you back as he breathed in your scent. “I’m sorry.” you sobbed.

“I love you, Y/N. You never needed to be scared of me.”

Leaning back from the hug you nodded, trying to collect yourself. “I just always thought you’d stopped loving me. That you would never believe me.” Bellamy shook his head, grabbing your head inbetween his much larger hands.

“I could never stop loving you. Remember, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”


There you go! My second Bellamy Imagine!

daylightspeaks  asked:

Bughead prompt: A little sweet he can't resist, often leads to being kissed! - Veronica Lodge

I had to go and look up where this quote was from! Fudge to give him the final nudge, ay Ronnie? I was gonna make this cute and fluffy but then oops angst happened! Enjoy my loves.

(I wrote this on the notes section of my phone, and am currently sitting on a wall to get wifi, the things I do for you lot, huh? ❤)

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“Hey, B!” Veronica beamed, strutting down the hallway towards her friend. Betty looked upwards in acknowledgement, the small smile she offered grim at best, not even close to reaching her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Veronica asked, tone switching to concern instantly. Betty began to shake her head, unusually askew ponytail swaying as she looked down dejectedly, fingers playing with the frayed edge of her sweater sleeve.

“It… it’s nothing,” Betty murmured, refusing to meet Veronica’s steady gaze.

“Come on, B, I know you. And I definitely know when something is up? Tell me, maybe I can help,” Veronica coaxed, resting a reassuring hand on her arm. Betty bit her bottom lip as it began to quiver, blinking quickly in an attempt to dissipate the tears gathering along her waterline.

“Jughead and I had a fight,” she got out with a shaky inhale. “Our first fight.” Veronica’s eyes hardened at the pain she saw settling on Betty’s face.

“What did Edgar Allen Poe do?” she all but demanded, shoulders moving back as she prepared for some classic Lodge confrontation. The colour drained from Betty’s face.

“No, it was my fault,” she whispered, Veronica having to lean forward slightly in order to catch the words. She blinked in surprise. The idea of Riverdale’s very own Perfect Polly (and yes, she was aware of the irony) doing anything to anger someone - let alone the boy that fawned over her like she hung the stars - was unimaginable.

“Oh… what happened?” she asked, too curious to be sorry about prying. Betty sighed, shoulders curling forward in defeat.

“It’s stupid, I don’t even know why…” she cried, hands gesturing futilely. “He just caught me at a really bad moment, Mom is still a wreck about Polly, and I had an awful headache and he wouldn’t stop talking about how we weren’t getting anywhere with the investigation anymore and I snapped!” Her breathing hitched as she closed her eyes against the memory of her outburst. “I said that maybe…” she paused, shaking her head, unable to repeat her words. “I implied there were more important things than our investigating and his novel, in more unkind words,” she whispered, voice cracking as the tears finally started to spill over. Veronica grimaced, unable to stop herself from picturing the way Jughead’s face would have fallen at his girlfriend’s outburst. Betty swiped furiously at her face. “You should have seen him, V, he looked so sad but he just nodded and left. I-I didn’t mean it, I wanted to take it all back straight away but he…” she had to pause to catch her stuttering breath.

Veronica’s heart ached for the crestfallen girl before her. Sure, she’d been surprised when she’d first learned of their secret tryst, but she couldn’t deny the good they had done for each other. Betty had a glow that radiated from her very core, lighting her up even on her darkest days. And she’d never seen Jughead so… comfortable, like he finally felt at home in his skin, like he wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. And Betty had gone and knocked over the whole damn display rack just because of the wrong thing said at the wrong time. Veronica ran her eyes over Betty one last time, mouth dropping open slightly as the pieces fell into place.

“You love him.” It wasn’t a question. Betty’s eyes snapped up to meet her own, shining with fresh tears, but their depth of verdant green crystal clear. Betty sniffed, running her sleeve under her nose.

“Yeah,” she said, voice cracking, as if it were the simplest statement in the world. “And now he won’t even look at me.” They stood, face to face in the hall a while longer before Veronica straightened up, chin lifting into the air slightly.

“Well, if my girl is in trouble then it is my duty as designated best friend to help her out,” Veronica announced, hoping to pull a giggle from Betty’s downturned lips. The reluctant smirk she offered was good enough. “Every woman knows that the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and given that I suspect Jughead is secretly harbouring at least three stomachs this should be an easy feat,” she quipped, eyes sparkling mischievously. Betty couldn’t hold back her laugh, breath stuttering still on her inhale. Veronica’s eyes softened. “I know it’s hard, but I can say without a doubt that the frustrating enigma that is Jughead Jones the Third is head over heels in love with you too,” she said, tipping Betty’s downturned face up with a delicate finger under her chin.

“You think?” The hope in Betty’s voice was enough to melt the iciest of hearts. Veronica nodded firmly.

“I know.” The creases in Betty’s forehead smoothed out slightly as Veronica linked her arm through hers. “Come on, Julia Child, we’ve got work to do.”

***

When she tried to leave her spot next to Betty on the worn out couch in the Blue and Gold office she’d yelped in surprise as tight finders dug into her forearm, keeping her firmly in place. She raised a sharply arched questioning eyebrow.

“I need you here, in case…” Betty trailed off, unable to bring herself to think of the alternative. Veronica nodded in understanding, resting a reassuring hand over the one still tightly clinging to her arm.

Jughead was cautious as he stepped over the threshold, into the office he considered a second home. Betty’s heart stopped before picking up again in double time. She stood up on shaky legs, nervousness coursing through her veins. Veronica took a moment to look closely at Jughead’s face, the faintest traces of red rimmed his suspicious eyes as they flicked around the room, determined not to meet Betty’s head on.

“Hi, Juggie,” her barely audible voice still rung out loud and clear across the stiflingly still air in the room.

“Hey, Betts.” His voice was thick and gravelly with unshed emotion. His eyes finally landed on the box on his desk, gaudy and bright, tied with an elaborate bow that Veronica insisted had to be the look they went for. “What’s that?” he asked cautiously. Betty’s had came up to run through her ponytail, an action of comfort.

“They’re… I made you brownies,” she shrugged, the gesture seeming silly now that he was standing in front of her. How could sugar and chocolate possible make up for the hurt she caused? Her heart stuttered at the disbelieving chuckle he let out, eyes beginning to glow with classic Jughead mirth once more. Betty felt her confidence grow. “I’m so sorry, Juggie, I didn’t mean any of the things I-” she stopped, feeling her words start to pour forth wildly. She pointed to the delicately folded paper tucked under the ribbon. “I wrote everything down just in case,” she mumbled bashfully. His heart swelled at her gesture.

Veronica watched with apprehension as Jughead gingerly picked up the note and began to read. Betty hadn’t let her read what she had written, placing her hand over the page as her cheeks dusted with pink. Veronica smiled sheepishly at her nosiness, lifting her hands in apology as she left Betty to her declarations. Jughead’s breath hitched audibly as his eyes fervorously scanned the words written in Betty’s sloping hand. He looked up at her suddenly, eyes wide and gleaming.

“Really?” he asked, tone wistful. Betty nodded, smiling through quivering lips.

“Yes, I love you,” her words were just a breath as he reached for her, cupping her cheeks with shaking hands and pressing his lips to hers with an undeniable fire. Her hands fisted in the soft fabric of his sweater. He pulled back to rest his forehead against hers, heart pounding under her palms.

“I love you, Betty.” Veronica smiled in satisfaction as she slipped out behind them unnoticed as they remained wrapped around each other.

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“Betts, these are the best brownies I’ve ever tasted. Seriously,” Jughead mumbled around a mouth full of cake from across the booth at Pop’s, crumbs falling from his lips. Veronica scrunched her nose up in disgust at his lack of table manners, turning to look at her best friend, expecting to see Betty’s face mirroring her own. But instead she was greeted with that glow, the one she’d been missing for those few dreary hours they were apart. Betty giggled shyly, reaching up to wipe away some of the mess on his face before pressing a tender peck against the corner of his mouth while he smiled at her with that expression he saved for her eyes only.

Betty glanced over at her best friend over the tabletop, mouthing a ‘thank you’ when she caught her eyes. Veronica nodded in acknowledgment. She hadn’t experienced much love in her lifetime yet, but she knew that the story unfolding across from here would be one for the ages.

I can’t believe people in the tag are like “macdennis matters less cause mac came out!” like no Bitch we must not rest until Mac And Dennis Get Hitched

You and Me (Ch. 4)

Summary: Without warning Terry Milkovich gets released from jail. He tries to sabotage Ian and Mickey’s wedding.

Word Count: 2095


The morning of the wedding has arrived. For the first time in a long time, Mickey wakes up earlier than his husband-to-be. Ian is facing him with tight grip on his waist. Mickey is facing him as well, refusing to move from the protective touch. He brings him fingers to Ian’s head and traces the outline of his face. Watching Ian Gallagher sleep was an absolutely breathtaking moment.

After a while, Mickey begins to notice Ian’s eyes start to flutter. “Mornin,’” Ian says incoherently.

“Morning, mumbles.” He nudges himself closer to the taller boy and closes his eyes again.

All of a sudden Ian starts to laugh. “We’re getting married today, Mick.” Mickey nods and smiles, still with shut eyes. “We’re gonna be real life married, not just ghetto married. Can you fuckin’ believe it.”

“I can,” Mickey says softly.

“When did you know you were in love with me? Don’t say I’m gay and ignore the question because yes, I already know that I am gay,” Ian says. It amazes Mickey how quickly he wakes.

Mickey bites his tongue at first because this is something he would never admit, but for Ian, it might be worth it. “Um–” Mickey puts his head down. “I-I kinda knew I was in love with you the second you came after me with that crowbar.” Ian hears the bashfulness in his voice. “What about you?”

“You were straddled on me and about to beat me to a bloody pulp with that crowbar. Then you dropped the thing on the side of the bed and I saw that look in your eyes right before we ripped each other’s clothes off,” he laughs. “That’s when I knew it.”

“We were so fuckin’ young.” He laughs and breathes into Ian’s body. “Guess that’s how we know it’s real though.”

Ian squeezes Mickey tightly. “And here we are about eight years later, getting ready to get hitched.”

“That’s some crazy shit, man.” He reaches around Ian to get a smoke. “Fucking crazy.” He kisses Ian, and comfortably lays his head on the other man’s chest.

* * *

“My brother is getting married!” Mandy screams at her father. “To my best friend! To a person he fucking loves! Not a some Russian whore that you forced him to marry the first time! A whore took his baby and ran back to her fucking motherland!”

No one knew Terry Milkovich was getting released from prison anytime soon, and this happens to be the worst day for it to happen.

Terry pushes Mandy out of the way so he can get to the guns. Before he can grab which one he wants, Iggy steps in front of him, placing a knife to his neck. “Listen, Terry. You’re a fucking sucky father, so if you come anywhere near my brother and his soon-to-be husband, I will have no problem slitting your throat.”

“Show some fucking respect to your father,” Terry pushes his son. “No faggots are allowed in this family. I’ll kill him before you even have the chance to kill me.”

“You’re not our fuckin’ family, Terry!” Jamie screams out. “You’re not fucking ruining this for him.” The Milkovich siblings could careless who Mickey decides to be with, but their homophobic, piece of shit father does.

While the two boys are threatening Terry, Mandy sneaks around them to grab the AK-47. Without much thought, she cocks it and presses it to her father’s neck. “If you come near us, Mickey, Ian, or any of the Gallaghers tonight, this bullet’s goin’ through your neck. You understand me?”

“Fuckin’ ungrateful, piece of shit, good for nothing children,” Terry spits and walks out of the house without a weapon.

The three Milkovich siblings give each other worried glances. “Better stack up. No way I’m letting that asshole step into this wedding,” Iggy says. “No one speaks a word of this to Mickey.”

* * *

“Do you, Ian Clayton Gallagher, take Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Kev asks. They decided it’d be better to pay him to marry them in the Alibi than some priest they don’t know in a church that neither of them belong to.

“I do,” Ian answers beamfully.

“And do you, Mikhailo Aleksander Milkovich, take Ian Clayton Gallagher to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in sickness and in–”

The words get cut off by the doors being slammed open. Terry Milkovich is standing there, beer in his right hand, gun in his left hand. The second the Milkovich kids see him, they pull their guns out on him.

“Kev, finish it quick!” Mandy yells before cocking her gun at his father who starts to proceed toward the two boys.

“In sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Kev speaks quickly and nervously.

“I do, I fucking do,” Mickey says with love and worry in his voice.

As Terry nears where Ian and Mickey are standing, Iggy launches himself onto Terry, punching and holding him down. Mandy keeps her gun aimed while Jamie joins in on the beatdown.

“You may kiss your groom!” Mickey pulls himself into Ian. Their lips crash together. As the kiss deepens, their hands run through each other’s hair. They have no awareness of the yelling and fighting around them at this moment.

When they separate, Mickey places one last kiss on his husbands lips before joining his siblings. As if they knew what he was about to do, they all back up, leaving Terry to scram to his feet. Because of his drunkenness, he doesn’t have enough time to react to the sight of Mickey. Mickey punches him hard in the face and smiles as he watches his dad fall to the floor. “I’m fuckin’ married, bitch,” he leans to say in his father’s ear. “To a fucking guy.”

The police come rushing in then. They take Terry without any hesitation because they know he was the initiator of this brawl. Tony makes sure that his coworkers don’t ask for a statement from the attendees of the wedding, he instead pushes all the policemen out and congratulates the newlyweds.

When Terry and the cops are all out of the Alibi, V screams. “You fuckin’ did it! You got married!” She jumps. “Let’s party!”

The Gallagher clan and the Milkovich clan begin their drinking for the night, but Ian and Mickey are left staring at each other. Ian grabs onto his husbands shirt and pulls him in for a kiss. They lean their foreheads together and smile into each other’s mouth. “We did it, baby,” Mickey smiles widely.

“I wanna make a speech!” Frank shouts in a drunken voice. Everyone moaned but no one stopped him because they didn’t think much harm could come from it.

Frank makes his way to the front of the Alibi. “When Ian was about fifteen, I caught him and good ol’ Mick fucking in the back of the Kash n Grab. At that time, you all thought Ian was a closeted gay army boy and Mickey was a straight Southside piece of trash. Just about every single one of didn’t know about them, but I know that none of you would’ve believed that they would end up here if you did know back then, but I did. I saw it in Mickey’s eyes– the protectiveness and worry, I mean. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Mickey tried to kill me after that! He thought I’d run my mouth to Terry so he almost killed me so Terry wouldn’t kill Ian! He’s a protective and possessive son of a bitch, but shit, that’s love right there. That’s some real fucking love.” He stumbled back to his seat at the bar.

Mandy raises her hand to stop anyone from taking a chance to speak before she can. In her six in stilettoes, she runs to the front of the room and places herself where the Gallagher father was standing before. “Hey!” Mandy exclaims “Shut the fuck up and let me talk!” Everyone quiets, but Ian and Mickey just grin. “I most definitely did not find out about the hardcore relationship between my brother and my bestfriend that way I would have liked, but I was one of the first people who were told. On the day of Mickey’s first wedding– which was forced by our piece of shit father– Ian got completely wasted. Not even lying I’ve never seen him so drunk. Anyway, I was in the middle of trying to make Lip jealous when Ian stumbled over to his brother and starting sayin’ some shit about watching the guy you love get married to a commie skank. I will fucking tell you I didn’t believe that he said love until I saw Mickey come home that night. He was a fucking wreck, but I thought it would pass, y’know, just some drama that’d mean nothing a month from that time– well I was fucking wrong. When Ian left I thought Mickey was dying, I’ve never seen him so distant and out of the fucking world. It was a few months but then they found each other again. They saved each other They found their way back through the shit that was dumped on them. I wish I could find someone to love me through anything the way you two do, but it’s not fucking normal what you have.” She raises her glass. “So, you better fuckin’ appreciate it.”

“Me next!” Lip made his way to the speech making area. “Man, I remember when Ian told me he and Mickey Milkovich were hooking up. I thought it was fucked up. Warned him everyday how bad of an idea it was because I thought the biggest thug on the Southside was incapable of feeling anything other than hate. I told Ian Mickey was using him for sex and that he couldn’t give a shit about him even if he tried. Turns out I was wrong because I’ve never seen love like this, not even from Kev and V– sorry, guys,” he points at them. “I’ve watched this relationship nearly blow up in flames one too many times, but no matter what I know they’ll survive the fire.” Lip goes to hug his brother as the rest of the group claps and drinks.

“My fucking turn!” Iggy shocked everyone by walking to the front of the bar. “One time I walked in on my brother getting a hummer from that redhead over there. What shocked me most about that was that I didn’t fuckin’ care. I didn’t fuckin’ care that my brother was with a dude. Us Milkovich’s aren’t like Terry, we love and support you guys because it’s fucking real. Real fucks with real,” he says and everyone drunkenly claps.

“I love Mickey because he helps Ian,” Liam runs to the front to say and then runs back to Fiona’s side. The crowd of people laugh at the younger child’s confession.

“Boys! You have to make a speech!” Fiona exclaims and looks at the newlyweds. “Show us how much you love each other!”

“Fuck off,” Mickey says to her.

Ian shakes his head. “We’re doing it, Mick, I want to. I’ll go first,” he grins. “I’ve been in love with Mickey Milkovich for eight fucking years, which is a long fucking time. I don’t know where or what I’d be without you– probably more insane than I already am. We been through so much shit since then but no matter what we come out stronger than ever. After all the fucking shit, we’re here,” he turns to Mickey. “It’s you and me, Mick. It’s always been you and me.”

Mickey laughs and begins to look around the room before he speaks. He immediately tenses up but then feels Ian’s hands on his knees. The younger man placed himself in the chair in front of him and grabbed his face. “Talk to me, babe, just me.”

“Fuck, I fell in love with you so quick,” he huffs out a breath. “I tried to fight it. Literally did everything I could to make you hate me, but your stubborn ass made me fall harder and harder everyday. You made me who I am today, Ian. I’d do anything for you, from day one. It’ll always be that way because like you said,” he grins, “it’s me and you.”

No one screams just yet. The family members and friends all shared similar looks of amazement. “We’re a Southside miracle,” Ian jokes.

anonymous asked:

how is lemon boyfriend? are y'all getting married?

he’s great! we’ll get married, just not for a couple years. we’re waiting for him to graduate from law school before we get hitched. 

anonymous asked:

Kinda out of the blue here, but do you think Jack and pitch would ever have like, an actual wedding? Black, silver, blue colors. It'd be so sweet!

I am…the worst person to ask about this, because I don’t believe in the institution of marriage (yes, I’m one of those people), and therefore the characters I write don’t believe in it either (because of the autocratic power an author has over their characters, it’s one of the perks of the job).

So rather than shatter your beautiful dream further by going into painstaking detail about why I don’t think Jack and Pitch would marry, I’ll just kind of leave it as the above paragraph and let you imagine the most awesome, sweet ritual ever. I’m sure there’ve been other readers who have imagined the same thing. :)