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Take Your Father to Work Day (S2, E4)

As many people have said: This is one of the STRONGEST Prodigal Son episodes to date. It was incredible. My time-stamped thoughts for this episode are below. 

I reference Malcolm’s mental health and sexual violence in this one. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

0:16 - OMG. Destiny’s Child. Whoever is in charge of the soundtrack for this show needs a raise. Or an award. It’s SOO GOOD.

0:18 - How great is this montage of Martin’s prison life too? I mean the insane mundanity of it combined with “Survivor” and Michael Sheen’s incredible acting is some perfect mix between hilarious, captivating, and just brilliant. 

1:06 - I feel so bad for Mr.David. He has to deal with Martin’s theatrics every day. Poor guy looks done in this episode.

1:35 - CAN HECTOR BECOME A BIGGER CHARACTER?! PLEASE. He’s hilarious and I love him. “Bro. You got your ass jumped at Sunday School.”

2:09 - Wait. What? Jerry’s getting released?!? I mean, I understand that he’s no longer in need of psychiatric care......but he still killed someone. Shouldn’t he just be getting transferred to a different prison?

2:25 - Does Jerry have a death wish?!?! He’s talking about being released in a room full of jealous murderers. Everyone looks sooooo pissed at Jerry. 

2:54 - Martin is such a liar. However - Michael Sheen’s performance is astoundingly good. Like he shines brighter than usual in this episode. 

 3:17 - Poor Malcolm. “What’s going on?” Poor boy looks terrified. 

3:23 - I love everything about this scene. I love how freaked out Malcolm is. I love you extra Jessica is. BUT HANS. Holy shit. I want Hans in every episode. He’s crazy in a good way and such a beautiful comedic relief. 

3:30 - OMG.  “Skinny milennial” might be the best thing anyone has ever called Malcolm. Someone please tell JT and Dani - hell, even Gil. They would tease him forever and I want to see it. 

3:45 - 1) Malcolm is a terrible liar. 2) Jessica knows he’s lying. 3) This story about the wine is interesting. I wonder when and how Malcolm first told Jessica the story. Was it the same night? AND HOW DID ENDICOTT’S BODY END UP IN ESTONIA?!? I WANT MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THAT NIGHT. 

3:54 - “Ainsley and I came back from the hospital after Gil’s stabbing.”....we never saw Ainsley at the hospital. Was she there and left before Malcolm got there? Or is this a plot hole I need to ignore?

4:05 - The way that the flashbacks of Endicott’s murder is spliced into this scene with Malcolm’s cover story is so perfectly executed. It’s so captivating and so so well done.

4:14 - Malcolm’s eyes look quite manic during the retelling of this story. Poor guy is desperate to have everyone believe the story. Poor guy probably wants to convince himself that the story is true. 

4:16 - Wait. What? Ainsley has always been clumsy? .....interesting. I’ve seen no evidence of it but I’ll believe it for the sake of the plot. 

4:23 - “At least one of you has a soul.” Holy shit.  hahaha Hans is brutal. I love him so much. I also love how this line makes me, as a viewer, think “does that mean the writers want me to think that Ainsley doesn’t have a soul?” ...or more likely that she doesn’t feel emotion (which can be interpreted as a lack of a soul). That she’s a psychopath like Martin?

4:27 - OMG. Jessica loves Hans. He speaks to her dramatic rich woman soul. So entertaining. 

4:30 - Poor. Malcolm. This boy is always in some sort of emotional turmoil. For once I wish he was happy (but also I love the emotional whump so if that could continue that would be great). 

4:44 - “It’s so much more than that.” *chef’s kiss* comedic genius.  I would watch a whole episode of Mr.David making fun of Martin. But can we all just take a minute to appreciate that Martin doesn’t seem bothered at all that Mr.David is basically verbally telling him that he sucks? It’s almost like Martin thinks they’re friends?

4:50 - Martin is strangely chill talking to Mr.David in this scene. It’s a little off-putting. He almost seems normal. He’s not putting on his usual theatrics or ranting about doctor stuff. It makes you wonder how many different sides of Martin that Mr.David has witnessed. 

5:01 - “Oh no. Not Jerry.” LMAO. HOLY SHIT. Michael Sheen needs an Emmy. His delivery of that line might be the funniest thing this show has ever given us. hahahahaha

5:29 - Damn. This is not Gil’s month. First Jessica dumps him. Then he has to deal with Martin Whitly in the flesh. That plus the on-going drama of worrying about Malcolm’s mental health and the stress of reintegrating into work after a STAB WOUND.

5:31 - Gil’s face. hahahahaha he’s like, “Kill me. This can’t be happening. I hate everything. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole.”

5:37 - “Yeah. Why’d you do it?” GIL. OMG. I’m so proud of Gil for dissing Martin to his face. BUT ALSO I worry that that’s going to give Martin more of a reason to hate Gil. I’m genuinely scared that the writers have Martin escaping as the pre-finale episode and Martin trying to kill Gil as the finale. Maybe Gil shows up trying to save Malcolm, AInsley, and Jessica (whom Martin is trying to abduct or hurt or something) idk I just feel like it’s going to be a likely subplot somewhere. I don’t want an attempt on Gil’s life to become a season finale tradition. 

5:56 - Ew. “Gilly” That is a terrible nickname. I think I threw up a little. 

6:00 - Damn. I love this scene. I could watch Martin and Gil pretending to be civil to each other for years. So entertaining. 

6:29 - hahahahaha OMG. Gil’s reaction to Martin saying, “Thank you” PLUS Edrisa’s sudden excitement at realizing she’s 10 ft away from Malcolm’s Dad - a medical legend, is magical.

6:35 - Not gonna lie. When Edrisa said, “Ok. I’m gonna play it cool.” I had to pause my TV and walk away to calm down. I was experiencing a mixture of second hand embarrassment for Edrisa’s inevitable behaviour, excitement for what is to come, and fear that Martin would be a jerk to our precious Edrisa. 

6:44 - Edrisa and Martin interacting was everything I’d hoped. It was strange, funny, sweet, and disturbing at the same time. The sweet, eccentric girl who attends cuddle parties is getting buddy-buddy with a literal serial killer. Hilarious. Even better is Gil’s background reactions as he desperately tries to keep Edrisa away from the psychopath. hahaha <3 

7:12 - Gil is currently living in a nightmare. hahahahaha 

7:47 - I love this. I love how Malcolm and Ainsley interact. Malcolm is such a good big brother. IDK something about these two adult siblings chilling on a couch and warning each other about Mom’s current rampage reminds me of myself and my younger brother. <3 Warms my cold dead heart. <3 PLUS has anyone else noticed that (as long as Ainsley isn’t hounding Malcolm about a story or airing out his mental health diagnoses like the bs from Q&A) Malcolm is extremely calm around Ainsley. Like maybe the calmest we’ve ever seen him?

8:20 - “Oh Ainsley, that’s a horrible idea.” This is adorable. Malcolm is totally acting like Ainsley’s surrogate dad. He’s trying so hard to protect her. <3 

8:42 - There’s something about the way that Malcolm says, “Hey Gil” that makes my heart swell. Idk why. I just their father/son relationship. So much. And it makes me so happy to see Malcolm having semi-normal interactions with people in general. 

8:48 - This. Is. The. Funniest. Episode. Of. Prodigal. Son. To. Date. Holy shit. The comical dread on Malcolm’s face. Martin’s glee on the phone. Gil’s general “done with life” body language. Ainsley’s utter joy at her luck. MALCOLM DRAINING THE ALKA-SELTZER. Ainsley saying “chug chug”. So perfect. 

9:27 - Is it just me or has Jessica been showing way more concern for her children’s well-being this season? At first I thought it was because she was so happy with Gil....but that’s not a thing anymore (because Jessica is a MORON - seriously if this show gets cancelled before Gil and Jessica are living happily ever after I will riot) so now Idk. 

10:02 - EDRISA WHY DID YOU NOT TELL GIL AND MALCOLM THAT THE SURGEON WAS ON THE PHONE?!? For a hot second, poor Malcolm looks like he thinks he’s hallucinating. 

10:40 - Gil hanging up on Martin and then telling Edrisa that she needs to make new friends is everything. It’s vicious. Gil looks absolutely furious in this scene and I love it. 

11:07 - Yo. Edrisa’s got some baggage. hahaha Malcolm looks soooo uncomfortable with her outburst.

11:18 - I would pay good money to watch Martin and Gil have a pissing match in front of Malcolm every episode. It’s amazing. They’re constantly trying to one-up each other. The tension is palatable. And someone Malcolm is the only one acting like a mature, working adult. Malcolm. My mentally unstable, skinny millennial. 

11:34 - OH SHIT. Martin did not just bring Jessica into this. Oh SNAP. Does Martin know that Jessica dumped Gil?!? 

11:56 - “I’m going to need a little more than that.” Damn. Malcolm looks pissed here. Pretty sure he hates that Martin just brought up Gil/Jessica. Malcolm’s bio-dad and real dad are fighting and it’s very clear that Malcolm is on Gil’s side.

12:17 - The look that Gil and Malcolm share here is perfect. I love it so much. You can see how annoyed they both are, how much they hate that they need Martin on this case, how much neither of them want Martin’s help. <3 

12:23 - SOMEONE GIVE GIL A MEDAL. This man just grit his teeth, smiled, and let MARTIN WHITLY - the man who tried to KILL HIM work on his case. Why? Because Malcolm silently asked him to. Because Gil loves Malcolm and knows that it’s better for Martin to work with them officially than for Malcolm to work with Martin in secret. At least this way he can look out for Malcolm. 

12:42 - “It’s taken Dr. Marsh years...” soooo was Dr. Marsh the name of the Asian doctor leading group therapy last season? Is this just a new actor, same character scenario? OR am I supposed to forget that Asian doctor existed last season? 

13:04 - I can’t tell if Gil hates this whole “father-son in group therapy idea”. He looks kind of like he hates it (although he is looking at Martin in the shot). I’m inclined to think that Gil is worried. He doesn’t like how nice Martin is acting toward Malcolm. He doesn’t want Malcolm to get hurt again. BUT I also think there’s probably a part of Gil that thinks group therapy might be beneficial for Malcolm’s mental health? I mean it was only ever going to be terrible or amazing. Nothing in between. 

13:12 - “They hate you don’t they?” GIL BRINGING THE FIRE. hahahaha angry Gil is really funny.

13:43 - OH HELL YES. More Hector. <3

13:46 - hahaha YES. Hector this is Malcolm - the son. You know, the one you had to role-play? hahaha I feel like Hector is a really cool dude (aside from the murder). 

13:53 - Damn. Hector pays attention in group. He has a lot of info about Malcolm. I would’ve thought the other inmates would just tune Martin out when he starts his monologues. 

13:59 - “He’s got a thing with hands?” hahahaha OMG. How did I never connect the hand thing. DOES Malcolm have a thing with hands? ....I kind of want that to be cannon?

14:00 - “You’re crazier than me.”  Ouch. That must’ve hurt. Think about it - Malcolm is ridden with guilt about Endicott. He’s haunted by what he experienced as a kid and by what his father is. Malcolm believes he’s broken beyond repair. On some level Malcolm thinks he’s crazy. Now a literal killer just told him he’s crazy. That just affirms what Malcolm already believes about himself. :( PLUS right after Hector tells Malcolm that he’s crazy - the camera pans to Martin. MARTIN looks scared. Martin is losing control of the situation and he doesn’t like it. Martin knows on some level that he ruined Malcolm’s mental health. He almost looks a little guilty?

14:31 - FINALLY. We have a cannon occurrence of someone calling Malcolm “Mal” (or “Malc” if you’re going by HULU’s subtitles?). I hope the writers start having people call Malcolm by Mal/Malc more often. 

14:35 - I can’t ignore it anymore.  DID HECTOR HAVE THAT SCAR ON HIS FACE LAST SEASON?!? I DON’T REMEMBER IT. 

14:38 - YES YES. Malcolm looks angry. I LOVE IT. Scream at him Malcolm! Give him hell!

15:03 - Yikes. Malcolm sounds like he’s about to cry here. :( My heart breaks for him. .....I wonder if this is the first time Martin has ever heard how much pain he caused Malcolm straight from Malcolm? Martin looks hella uncomfortable here. 

15:25 - The inmates (literal murderers) empathizing with Malcolm is twisted, beautiful, and haunting. These guys understand how much it sucks to hang out with Martin. These guys can see the real pain in Malcolm’s expression. They know he isn’t lying. Part of me honestly wonders if one of them is going to try and hurt Martin for Malcolm. They looked pissed enough by the end of the conversation that I kind of believe they might. 

16:00 - Malcolm is not acting here. For once he’s not projecting his problems onto potential suspects. He’s just venting to suspects. No pretence. I love it. BUT 100% of me wants to know where Gil is during this session. Is Gil listening? Is the session being recorded for evidence? There’s no way Gil (or Dani) wouldn’t confront Malcolm about this. Even if they just asked him if he’s okay. 

16:10 - hahahaha look at Doctor Marsh. He’s like “ooookkkkkaaaayyyy. I’m a psychiatrist in a psychiatric facility for people who have committed violent crimes. BUT THIS IS THE NUTTIEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN.”

16:12 - Look at the way Martin narrows his eyes. He’s trying to figure out if Malcolm is acting. He’s finally realizing that Malcolm truly hates what Martin subjected him to as a child. I honestly think this interaction will cause Martin to shift his “become a murderer like me” agenda from Malcolm to Ainsley. He’s finally seen the depth of Malcolm’s hatred and pain and knows deep down that Malcolm will never turn into a serial killer. But there’s still hope for Ainsley. That’s not to say that Martin won’t stop gaslighting Malcolm - he totally will.

17:10 - Martin has been at Claremont for 20 YEARS. How is it that he didn’t know a gold card existed?!?

17:21 - I honestly thought Marsh was going to get shanked. For the gold card. No other reason. 

18:07 - It’s not supposed to be funny but Burt freaking out and punching Marsh is HYSTERICAL. hahahahaha

18:10 - That guard who pushed Malcolm out of the room and into a safe area? He’s in my good books. Every time I watch him push Malcolm to safety I want to give him a hug. Just for doing his job. What the hell is wrong with me?!?

18:18 - UGH. I hate that creepy, satisfied look that Martin gives Malcolm. It’s the same look he gave baby Malcolm in the pilot. It’s the “we’re the same” look and it clearly bothers Malcolm. :( 

18:26 - Oh look. 18 minutes into the episode and we finally have a Dani appearance!! annnnnnd no mention of JT. I mean, I get it. He’s on paternity leave. I’m happy for him. BUT TWO EPISODES WITHOUT A JT APPEARANCE IS TORTURE. At least give me a throw away line about how happy JT is or about the baby!?? Honestly - it’s my biggest gripe with this episode. 

18:56 - soooo either Dr. Marsh is a terrible psychiatrist OR you can’t “cure” murderers. 

19:08 - The NYPD knows that Martin cured Jerry?!? HOW? Did Mr. David get Martin to admit to shocking him? Did Mr. David tell the police?!? I don’t remember Martin telling Malcolm. I specifically remember Malcolm saying, “I don’t want to know”

20:02 - Damn. I want Ainsley to go dark so badly. I want to see how badly it would destroy Malcolm and Jessica. I am evil. 

20:52 - Malcolm’s burgundy jacket is gorgeous. That is all.

21:10 - Malcolm knows that Martin wants to escape. This is good. I love this. 

21:55 - THERE’S A WOMENS WARD?!? REVOLUTIONARY INFORMATION. I THOUGHT THEY HAD A SEPARATE HOSPITAL. 

22:00 - Oh wow. Finally - a perk to gender inequality. 

22:52 - This Brightwell scene is so cute. I love watching Malcolm be excited about solving the crime. I love watching Dani gently tease him about how weird he is. I love watching them subtly flirt. Is Malcolm ready for another relationship - hell no. Do I think Dani has forgiven him - not totally. If they got together now it would end badly. But I do want them to be endgame. 

23:11 - Andre is really suspicious throughout this whole scene. I’m convinced that if Dani and Malcolm weren’t too busy flirting Andre would’ve become a suspect really fast. 

23:15 - Why do people get released from psychiatric prisons?!? This is a genuine question. I would’ve thought that everyone in Claremont has committed some seriously heinous crimes and only a very small portion of them are actually sick. The rest of them just pleaded insanity and had good lawyers. But even if they are/were sick. I don’t think the types of mental illnesses that drive people to murder and/or rape is something that can be cured.  Sooo why are they getting released? I guess I just wonder because there’s this guy that’s been in my local news on and off for like 10+ years. He’s molested/raped many young women between the ages of about 16-25. He’s been arrested and released multiple times. He keeps getting released to different major cities in my province (usually a city with a big University) and reoffends within 6 months of being released. Most recently he was arrested last month after being released in October 2020. Clearly he’s going to keep reoffending - so why does he keep getting released? I guess I just don’t understand what the criteria are that allow an inmate who has committed that sort of crime to be released. Here’s a link to one of the more recent news stories if you’re interested: https://vancouverisland.ctvnews.ca/police-warn-of-high-risk-sex-offender-moving-to-victoria-1.5149264

23:23 - hahaha Andre is like, “Yo. This dude is freaky.”

24:15 - Look at how proud Malcolm is of his whole “lobster = murderer” profile. <3 So freaking precious. <3 and Dani looks so amused with him.  <3

24:37 - Sooooo Mr. David isn’t listening to this conversation? He left the room?

24:40 - Jessica going to Martin for parenting help is terrifying. This is a woman in crisis. 

25:20 - But Jessica was right to be paranoid in 97′. She wasn’t being cheated on romantically but her husband was murdering people. 

25:24 - Martin is so selling his kids out here. He knows it. He doesn’t care. He’s having too much fun torturing Jessica. He��s rejoicing at the fact that he gets to play the “I turned the kids to the dark side” card. 

26:40 - Poor Jessica. She looks suspicious and scared. Scared that she raised a killer even though she tried desperately to prevent that very behaviour. 

26:56 - Damn. Martin is having a really good day. First he gets to annoy Gil Arroyo in the flesh. Then Edrisa talks medical with him. Then he gets to work with Malcolm. THEN his ex-wife calls him and he gets to toy with her mind. THEN his daughter, who has literally murdered someone comes to visit him. He is a proud Dad right here and he’s having an amazing day. 

28:00 - Rhonda is terrifying. This girl has perfected the “I’m sweet and unthreatening” while lying and manipulating people. I swear she’s a teenage Queen B personality with a side of violence. 

28:30 - I love how protective Malcolm is of Ainsley. Look how positively livid he is that Marin is talking to her. Malcolm is terrified that Martin is going to purposefully and successfully turn Ainsley into a serial killer. Malcolm doesn’t want to lose his sister. He doesn’t want Jessica to lose her ‘stable’ child.

29:09 - This scares me. This is the kind of Ainsley behaviour from last season that made me believe she is the Whitly child most like Martin. Her ruthlessness and lack of a conscience when it comes to looking for a news story is extremely upsetting. 

30:11 - What the hell happened to Tevin? AND WATKINS?!? We got no closure on those guys. Are they dead? In prison? Is Tevin still in Claremont? Were they transferred to facilities outside of New York State?

30:28 - Malcolm yelling at Martin is perfect. *chef’s kiss* Finally this boy is being honest with his father and he isn’t holding back. 

30:40 - Michael Sheen is an incredible actor. This is an Emmy worthy scene. By Sheen AND Payne.

30:48 - I love how you can see Mr. David just chilling. Sitting outside the door and staring across the hall during this scene. It’s just....can’t he hear the screaming?!? Is he just like, “I can’t take anymore of this today. Not my circus and not my monkeys.”

30:55 - Soooooo this is Martin showing his true colours. There’s definitely a part of Martin that hates Malcolm. I honestly wonder if that part of Martin actively tries/tried to emotionally torture Malcolm now and throughout his childhood. 

31:00 - “And your mother. And you ruined HeR!!!”....does this mean Martin was trying to make Ainsley a serial killer? Maybe after the camping trip when he realized Malcolm was too “weak” to kill anyone? Is this Martin saying that Ainsley is ruined because she didn’t become a serial killer? Or that Ainsley is ruined because she killed Endicott?

31:05 - “But that’s not me.” hahaha OMG. Michael Sheen just flipped between two personalities like nobody’s business. Respect.

31:08 - Martin’s outburst hurt Malcolm. Badly. You can see it all over his face. Even now, when Malcolm is being strong and showing some backbone to Martin, Martin can wound Malcolm with a single phrase. :( 

31:41 - soooo where has Gil been for the past 10 minutes of this episode?

32:02 - Sooooo did Andre kill Jerry for Rhonda? Or did he just know about the murder and keep quiet for Rhonda? Or is his oblivious to the fact that Rhonda killed Jerry? I’m honestly confused here. 

32:20 - Holy shit. Rhonda is crazy. Andre is dead now. Right?

32:48 - Wait. Why did Andre have a gold card? Mr. David only has red. What kind of qualifications does a guard need to get a gold card vs blue, green, or red?!?!

32:55 - Claremont isn’t a punishment for Martin. Solitary is. Martin should live in solitary. He deserves to suffer for his crimes (and the ongoing torture of his son). 

33:05 - How messed up is it that Mr. David’s job is to protect a serial killer? I don’t think I’m brave enough to do something like that. I also don’t know if I could do that for moral reasons. 

33:14 - Damn. That elevator looks like it hasn’t been cleaned since it was installed. It’s sooo much nastier than the hallway outside of the elevator. 

33:50 - Sooo does this mean Martin is eventually going to try and murder someone down here?

33:54 - HE CALLED FOR BACKUP <3 <3 <3 OUR BOY IS GROWING UP AND I’M SO PROUD. <3 

35:40 - FINALLY SOME MALCOLM WHUMP. <3 THIS SEASON HAS BEEN LACKING IT. 

36:00 - This is really interesting to me. I honestly wonder if Martin has some sort of split personality disorder (personality #1: murderous, selfish, psychopath; personality #2: loving, concerned father and lawful doctor). You can see how desperately he wants to escape. But also how much he loves his son. I honestly thought he was going to leave Malcolm to die. 

36:06 - Ugh. Look at his whumped face. <3 <3 <3 ....one thing that I couldn’t stop thinking during all the tazing (which was amazing FYI, I’m not complaining) is this: in QxA (1x07) Mr. David says that he only has a single shot tazer. Why did Andre have a multi-shot tazer? Is this a gold card vs red card thing?

36:40 - WHY THE EFF DOES BACKUP NOT INCLUDE GIL?!?! I KNOW HE’S STILL IN THE BUILDING. 

37:03 - MARTIN, IF YOU TOUCH A HAIR ON DANI’S HEAD I WILL PERSONALLY HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU MYSELF. He honestly looks like he wants to murder her. 

37:50 - Martin’s speech is not going to help Malcolm’s mental state. At all. 

38:31 - No. No. No. Martin you do NOT get to talk to Dani on a first name basis. Look at how much Dani hates it. 

38:35 - I love how soft Malcolm looks as Martin lifts him up. Look at how Malcolm gently leans into the touch. It breaks my heart. After 20 years Malcolm is still comforted by physical contact with his father. :( 

38:37 - “Put your hands on me again Dr. Whitly, and I’ll blow your head off.” OH HELL YES. Dani is my hero. Iconic. Also - anyone else notice that Dani is chewing gum in this scene (I don’t think she’s chewed gum on camera since the pilot?) it makes her look like so much more of a badass in this scene. 

38:55 - Oh look. The rest of the backup finally showed up. Where were these assholes 5 minutes ago when DANI WAS ALONE? AND WHERE IS GIL?!?!

39:00 - Malcolm thanking Dani is so so precious. And the fact that he’s clearly struggling to breathe and stay conscious is giving me life. ALSO Dani saying, “YOU’re welcome.”?!? *chef’s kiss* :) :) <3

39:30 - So Malcolm definitely knows that Martin almost left him to die so that Martin could escape. 

39:33 - ......Ainsley is currently living with Jessica. Why is Ainsley not at the family dinner? We literally see her in the house in like 30 seconds. 

39:35 - Malcolm in a polo shirt. Malcolm in a polo shirt. Why is it so attractive?!? He looks like a baby cinnamon roll? <3 

39:51 - WHO THE EFF LET AINSLEY INTO THE MURDER BASEMENT?!? WHY AM I EXPECTED TO BELIEVE THAT JESSICA DIDN’T RE-SEAL IT AFTER WATKINS?!?!

40:15 - Jessica desperately tearing apart the living room is heartbreaking. :(

40:29 - Question: Did Jessica send her staff home before she tore apart the living room? Because I can just imagine two of them staring into the living room from the hall like, “She’s finally snapped. Should we call someone?”

41:00 - Jessica is the queen of drama. HOLY SHIT. This reveal was so extra and so perfect. 

41:13 - “I killed him.” “You’re lying.” I love this interaction between Jessica and Malcolm. Malcolm has spent his whole life trying to convince people that he’s not a murderer. To protect Ainsley, his baby sister, he will say the words “I killed him”. Even though that is literally killing a part of Malcolm. Jessica knows it. I love that Jessica can see that Malcolm is lying. She’s not trying to convince herself that he’s innocent. She literally just accused him of murder. She’s scared. Because Malcolm just admitted to killing someone - his biggest fear - and it was a lie. 

41:35 - Watching Bellamy Young’s facial expression as Jessica realizes that Ainsley killed Endicott is a thing of beauty. This woman needs an Emmy too. HELL, CAN WE GIVE THIS WHOLE EPISODE AN EMMY?!?! 

42:00 - Poor Jessica. The guilt she must feel. She’s always thought that Malcolm was the one at risk of being a murderer. He’s a boy (they’re statistically more prone to violence than girls), he was older than Ainsley, he remembers terrible things, Malcolm had continued exposure to Martin throughout his childhood (Ainsley didn’t - I think?). But the child she neglected, the child she thought was safe, the child she thought remained free of Martin’s evil killed someone. It’s a plot-twist that just ripped Jessica’s heart into a million pieces. 

42:30 - Yep. I promise you Malcolm has been psychoanalyzing Ainsley’s past behaviours since the moment she killed Endicott. He’s found traits common to serial killers and he’s terrified that she’ll become one if she remembers what it felt like to kill Endicott. He’s probably kicking himself for not noticing sooner. He’s probably questioning his ability as a profiler and as a big brother. AND the fact that MALCOLM has to protect Jessica AND Ainsley is heartbreaking. It’s way too big a burden. No wonder Malcolm’s mental health is on a downward spiral. 

42:33 - This is the moment Jessica begins grieving for Ainsley. The fear, disbelief, and horror on her face. It’s torture that I can only describe as someone telling a mother that her daughter is dead. Because Ainsley is dead. The person Jessica believed Ainsley was - that little girl is dead. Because Jess just found out the truth. 

42:55 - Jessica is now terrified of her own daughter. That is maybe the most upsetting thing this show has given us. 

43:00 - I saw an interesting theory about how Ainsley is regressing back to her childhood (crawling into bed with Mom, moving back in with Mom) and I must say - that would be a really interesting way for this story to go. Ainsley regressing to a child-like state as she is convicted of murder. As a result she ends up in the women’s ward of Claremont because she can plead insanity. 

This episode was amazing. Seriously, one of the best Prodigal Son episodes to date. Definitely the best of season 2 so far. If you’ve read this far - thanks for hanging out. 

#jess-rewatches-prodigal #malcolm bright #prodigal son #gil arroyo #dani powell #JT Tarmel #ainsley whitly #martin whitly #edrisa tanaka #jessica whitly #I LOVE this show #whump #rewatch #spoliers #malcolm needs a hug #ps #so good #S2 #E4 #2x04 #2x4 #take your father to work day

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hey!!! your writing is soo amazing💞💞 could you please do #14 and #11 with Jeff🥺🥰

hello lovely!! thank u that acc means the world to me😩❣️ sorry this took a lil longer than I thought it would but I hope you like this one😚

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Miscommunications // Jeff Wittek

There was something about LA when the sun had just come up, the city of angles usually a far fetched name in reality.

Although, if you asked Jeff, he'd let it slip he knows one personally.

That's how he saw you, an angel who could do no wrong in his eyes.

His moods never affected negatively in your calming presence, short temper manageable with you around.

The others thought you were magic at first, or at least, really good in bed before they found out what the two of you had was only friendship.

Granted, if Jeff had it his way you would've progressed past that stage by now also.

If you were the angel between the pair of you, he must be the devil.

He really wished he had a pitchfork handy right about now, watching you smile and nod in conversation with someone other than himself.

Hikes were your guys thing, sure, Todd tagged along sometimes if he wasn't too hungover to function.

But ultimately it was y/n & Jeff, most of the city still asleep giving him time to start his day right, with you by his side.

This guy didn't seem to get the memo, picking up friendly conversation when you tried to take a picture of a fidgeting Nerf at the top of the hill.

Anyway, Jeff thinks his name was Lake or something? And he was really good at making you laugh apparently, as the two of you walked slightly ahead on your way down.

'Green is not your colour bro' Todd teases, interested to see his best friend appear so threatened by a stranger half a head shorter.

Jeff only mutters in reply but Todd catches the '...need to find a new hiking trail' in his rushed rambling.

They continue the rest of the way in silence, your laughter and Nerf's heavy breathing in his ear the only sounds.

'Great!! I'll text you about it...' Jeff feels his mood dampen further with your declaration.

You're waving your new friend off, cause that's all he is in truth, and then you're sat in the passenger seat of your crush's car again.

The car ride feels weirdly tense, silence taking over your usual routine of playful bickering and singing off key to each other.

You try and not over think it, though it's often your favourite past time.

Not in this friendship with Jeff though, you both stressed how important trust and communication is early on in your budding relationship.

Granted, he was hoping that conversation to form a kind of foundation for something else, but at this point he has settled for at least having you in his life, just the thought of a you shaped absence leaving him cold.

You snap out of thought when Jeff takes a left instead of a right, confusion evident in your question 'You missed a turn bub, I thought we were going to your apartment?’

His hands tighten their grasp around the wheel momentarily. 'I have a couple of errands today, just gonna drop you off home.' His decision causes both of your hearts to sink.

Jeff knows he's being short with you, the reaction driven by red hot jealousy mostly beyond his control. 'I could go with you?' his clenched jaw unwinds slightly at the tender tone you take on.

Your mind is spinning, the two of you were pratically attached at the hip, always getting chores and jobs alike done with your partner in crime. 

Jeff sighs, the frustration evident in his tense shoulders. 'Not today y/n/n' He feels even worse when he catches a glimpse at your crest fallen expression in the rearview mirror.

Neither of you speaks for the rest of the short ride. On a normal day, you'd be dreading the sight of your home nearing, the incoming goodbyes with Jeff (though short lived) always heavy on your heart, but for once it provides unexpected relief.

You can't get out of the car fast enough, hands shakily gripping to remove the seat belt before Jeff has even properly parked.

'Woah woah, angel why are you in such a rush?' He's trying to lighten the mood, wanting to keep you within the close proximity for a little longer despite his own contradicting plans. 

The bitterness with which you deliver your response feels foreign, 'I don't know, wouldn't want to keep you from your errands.' You regret it in an instant, especially when you register Jeff's lost expression upon first glance.

And then it changes, his brow furrows & there's a determined glint in his eyes as he turns off the engine and locks all the doors, effectively trapping you inside.

‘Are you going to start seeing that guy?' straight to the point, he's fed up of dancing around these feelings.

Hell, if he's going to lose you it might as well be because to unreciprocated feelings instead of the annoyingly friendly hiker. 

'What??-' You're stumped. He's left you speechles plenty before, though in far different scenarios. 'You mean Luke?' Jeff's eyes roll involuntarily, 'I mean, we chatted about maybe grabbing lunch sometime. But it wasn't anythi-'

‘-you seemed to like him. Reckon you'll be a cute couple. You want to put our hikes on pause? Let you get to know-' the pair of you continue to interrupt each other.

‘I...how could you ask me that? What are you even saying?' You're not sure what to feel, anger, hurt and confusion all mixing a dangerous cocktail in your gut. 

It hits you suddenly, a crashing wave of realisation. You stumble between thoughts, mind incapable of wrapping around the fact Jeff, is jealous.

The next couple of minutes feel cruicial as you wonder: how long? is he just being protective? holy shit I'm in love with you please feel the same way.

You clear your throat before speaking. 'I'm not intrested in Luke. Not in going on hikes with him or even really grabbing that coffee, I would rather do those things with you.'

Jeff's heart is losing some of it's extra weight as you continue. 'wanna run stupid errands and walk Nerf with you..or really anything else you might want t-'

'-go out with me.' It feels amazing to say, the feeling only growing as he reaches for your smaller hand.

You squeeze once, staring at the soft smile reflected in his eyes, a short breath leaves you before you're eagerly nodding.

‘Yeah? ...forget about coffee doll, I'll take you to dinner instead.' And then he's coming closer. You're not sure what to focus on, the warmth of his skin on your hand or the still decreasing space between your faces.

Jeff leans across your frame...and opens the passanger door. 'I'll pick you up at 8?' He's not really asking, smug in the realisation of his effect on you.

Your cheeks redden and you scramble to get out the car. 'What am I meant to wear?' -'Whatever you want doll, you look perfect in everything' It feels good to finally let his thoughts and words roam free, no filter enforced.

You watch him reverse and drive off, baffled by how quickly he regained control of the situation despite your initial advantage, though you can't say you're mad. Legs buckling as you rush to get inside and prepared despite the early hour of the day.

Meanwhile, Jeff calls in for back up, all of your available friends helping him plan the perfect date to wow his future girl with.

He's half aware that though the effort will be appreciated, you would be just as happy taking a simple drive or grabbing some take out and spending the rest of the night on his sofa. 

There will be plenty of that still, he thinks, allowing his mind to wander to thoughts of holding you in his arms and kissing you whenever he likes for the first time in a long while.

It's suddenly a possibility again, that particular reminder stays with him as he cleans up and shows up at your door.

He's perfectly on time, having sat in his car in your driveway for a good couple of minutes to calm his erratic heart. All nerves disappear when the door opens and you're illuminated by the colourful dawn behind him.

Jeff has always thought you're an angel, this, only serves as confirmation to his beliefs as you stand before him. 'You look amazing tonight...' the compliment is delivered while breathless, much like how he's left you feeling at first glance.

‘Thank you' you beam at him and he takes the leap to grab your hand.

There's no clumsy firsts, you fall into each other as if it's habit, the rest of the night the beginning of it all, exactly what Jeff, and secretly yourself, have been waiting on for far too long.

#angels💓 #fluffy angst?? #aka my BRAND #ily thank u for requesting #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek x reader

[liberty-barnes]

Miah’s 1K Celebration

so...

welcome to the mess that is my 1k celebration cause i’m unable to make simple choices and can’t stand the thought of letting people down

as you can see, i’m perfectly normal

the literal 1005 people following me would disagree on that but heyyy details

so anyway

one thousand

one bloody thousand people following me

my inicial reaction is whyyyy??? i’m just a bisexual disaster who sometimes writes a half decent fanfic but you deemed me worthy of your follow?

then i started crying cause yk

but bottomline is, i love you all, you’re the bestest people in the whole entire world, so i’m gonna make both a sleepover and a writing challenge

sleepover cause i like answering questions

writing challenge cause it gives me a chance to show you all other artists and discover other artists myself cause we all need them and they deserve more recognition

special shoutout to my mutuals who i’ll tag at the end for always being there for me and supporting me through every high and every low, y’all are the real heroes here

BUT ANYWAY, ONTO THE CELEBRATION PART, WHICH FINDS ITSELF UNDER THE CUT OTHERWISE IT’D BE TOO BIG TO PROPERLY REBLOG (i tend to ramble a bit, but you already knew that)

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: December 20th 2020

Who can participate: everyone, anon or not! no need to be following me either

send me asks for:

✨ my opinion on...

🌻 cast my mutuals as...

🎵 i'll put my playlist on shuffle and give you a song

🍉 random fact about me

🦔 what's my favorite...

🍀 i'll give you advice (or just listen to you rant, if you want)

💬 last text [insert person] sent me

💌 handwritten letter

🎬 movie rec

📖 fic or blog rec

📘 inspiration behind [insert fic name], how i came up with it or if you have questions about it

🖋 line from one of my WIPs (tell me if you want fluff or angst, i won't tell you the pairing or anything, that's no fun)

💋 kiss, date, marry [insert people]

🎤 give me a song an i'll do a mini cover of it (it will be 1min long tops cause that's all tumblr can take lmao)

📷 random picture from my camera roll (you can request a theme if you want, like pictures from my childhood or awkward pics or something)

Rules:

• Open to anyone (don't have to be following me)

• Send me a DM or ask with the prompt(s) you want (two people tops per work) and who you're writing about

• Smut is allowed but make sure to put it in the warnings

• I will accept works for any Marvel character or cast member, part of the Holland clan, 1D member or affiliated, Teen Wolf characters or cast member, Maze Runner character or cast member

• Can be reader inserts or not, but please specify it in your DM/ask too

• Tag me when you're done

• All works will be rebloged under #Miah's 1k writing challenge and put in a masterlist that will be specifically created for this writing challenge

Starts: December 11th 2020

Ends: January 11th 2020

Prompt list:

1. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

2. “Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

3. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

4. “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

5. “Can you just please hold me?”

6. “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

7. “Can I stay here tonight?”

8. “You’re really warm.”

9. “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

10. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

11. “You are crushing me right now.”

12. “Darling I love you and all, but please get out of my kitchen.”

13. "I leave you alone for five minutes and this happens."

14. "I didn't fall. The floor looked lonely so I wanted to hug it." "Then why are you crying?" "It was an emotional reunion."

15. "There's no such thing as too many fairy lights."

16. “I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

17. “I love you.” “No you don’t”

18. “Any other lies left to tell me?”

19. “I miss the old you.”

20. “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

21. “Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

22. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

23. "It's okay. It's not your fault that I couldn't be enough."

24. "Please don't leave me."

25. "You have the emotional range of a teaspoon."

26. "Will you shut up for once in your life?"

27. "This isn't about us."

28. "I will shove a christmas tree so far up your ass that when you open your mouth we'll see the fairy lights."

29. "I'm not crying, my eyes are sweating"

30. "Is that blood?" "Yes, but it's not mine." "Is that supposed to make it better?"

31. "I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

32. “Why is arson always your first answer?”

33. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?"

34. "I can explain!" "Then explain." "Okay, I can't explain."

35. "Get out of here with your facts. Just because you're accurate does not mean you're interesting."

36. "How many hearts did you break while trying to keep yours intact?"

37. "I know everything. It's in the job description."

38. "One more word out of you and I'll rip your throat out with my teeth."

39. "Do you listen to girl in red?"

40. "Is that code for something or am I just paranoid?"

41. "With how things have been going, I might as well start working at a circus."

42. "I love (him/her/them)." "Then why did you give up?" "Cause (he/she/they) deserved better."

43. "I want to ask but something tells me the answer will be more disturbing than anything I can think of."

44. "Do you think he's... *flicks wrist*?"

45. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" "Do you want me to answer that honestly or politely?"

46. "Just how clumsy are you?"

47. "So... the weather?"

48. "Just leave."

49. "Don't you fucking dare!"

50. "You don't have to talk right now. But whenever you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be here to listen."

tagging and complimenting my amazing mutuals cause y’all deserve it

@parkersbliss​ thank you for marrying me, first of all, and for being the most amazing wife one could ask. i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and i will never stop ebing thankful for your existence

@peterspideyy​ thank you for listening to my rants along with grace and supporting me during all my simping, you’re the sweetest thing existing since powdered sugar

@theamazingtomholland​ thank you for always putting a smile on my face, reminding me that i’m loved everyday and just being you, cause it’s the best thing you could be

@lozzypoz321​ thank you for listening to me rant abt my fics and how much i hate writing and then motivating me to write again or do basic things like get out of bed lmao (we still have the best taste in music)

@everything-is-alrightt​ kenzie lovely, thank you for being the pure little ball of unfiltered joy that you are cause even thinking about you and the jump shit your brothers get up to makes me smile like crazy, you’re amazing and don’t you dare forget it

@spider-trash​ thank you for being my brother, going alon with my ridiculous schemes for corrupting posie and making me laugh out loud every time you come up with something even worse, you’re the coolest bro i could ask for

and finally, thank you @fallinfortom​ for inspiring me to write in the first place, being an amazing mum to us, an actual good role model for me to have and for your random appearances in my dreams and the fun english teacher who makes us read tom holland fics instead of english literature. you’re amazing and i’m incredibly thankful to know you

love you all to the ends of the universe and back again, Miah

#libbys stuff #miah's 1k celebration #miah's 1k sleepover #miah's 1k writing challenge

[trashinaglass-archive]

I Do

Tom and y/n’s wedding

Request: Remember that wedding dress imagine? Can u plz do 1 where its the day! & hes panicking & hes a nervous wreck but its time to walk down the isle & Tom cant help but tear up & smile at her. Then at the reception Haz & the Holland boys give their speeches & it makes u cry haz says something like "I knew u were special from the day I met u." & "I love u like a sister & best friend& some funny & cute memories like baking late at night waking tom up & how excited T was when he told him about her

A/n: This came out pretty long so to cut it a bit shorter I excluded the walking down the isle. Hope that’s chill.

“What if she’s changed her mind? What if she doesn’t want to marry me?” Tom began to freak out. Dominic was trying to coax him into his suit, but he was too fidgety, not able to stay in one place for too long- much less put on a presentable outfit.

“Tom, it’s going to be okay,” he tried to assure him. “Everyone gets nervous on their wedding day- it’s normal.”

“But we aren’t normal. Everything about our relationship is different, so what if this is different too?”

Dom sighed, trying to think of what else he could say to help calm Tom when he heard a knock at the door. Tom’s face fell as he thought his worst fears were coming true when he saw his mothers face.

“What’s happening?” He asked fearfully.

“Nothing, don’t worry. I just need to speak with your father.” She gestured her head, silently telling Dom to step outside, closing the door behind him.

“He is freaking out,” he told his wife.

“Y/n too. I told her she should talk to him- they can calm each other down- but she’s adamant that he can’t see her yet.”

“So what do we do?” Dom asked, awaiting her wise opinion. She looked in thought for a second before her eyes widened.

“I have an idea.” She told Dom of a picture she saw on the internet that would be the perfect solution. They each went their separate ways to make it happen.

. . .

The boys watched as Dom wrapped his tie around Tom’s eyes, guiding him to stand outside.

“Are you sure this is to help me?” Tom asked. “I feel quite vulnerable right now.” He was quick to cover his crotch, knowing how his friends were. The boys chuckled seeing his posture.

“That’s the idea,” Sam answered, watching as Dom moved away to knock on the door. Nikki pokes her head out making sure Tom’s eye were covered before gesturing for you to come out. Tears pooled in your eyes as you saw your lovely fiancé standing there.

You made your way to him, standing in front of him and taking his hands in yours. He let out a verbal sigh as he felt the familiar touch of your skin against his.

“Tommy,” you breathed out softly, feeling as relieved as he sounded. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closing as you felt the calm overcome your once anxious body. “I was really nervous.”

“Me too, love,” he chuckled. “It seems foolish now that you’re here, holding my hand. I had no reason to worry.”

“So we’re good?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” he smiled.

“I don’t think it’s time for that just yet,” you teased. “See at the altar.”

“I know you’ll look beautiful,” he said thoughtfully, sounding as if he was speaking to himself. “I can’t wait to see your dress- Mum wouldn’t shut up about it.”

You giggled at his words, but it was cut short by Nikki reminding both of you that you still needed to get ready.

“Right, let me go so I can get my makeup done,” he joked. Your face scrunched up as he planted a soft kiss to your eye. “That was meant to be your forehead. Just don’t tell anyone.”

You laughed at him. “I love you,” you told him, kissing his cheek before walking away- your hands staying connected until you couldn’t reach anymore. Feeling your fingertips brush as your hand fell, walking back to your room to finish getting ready.

“Thanks for that, dad,” Tom said, smiling as he waited for someone to take the blindfold off, unsure if you were gone or not.

“Yeah, and thanks for this,” Harry said with a laugh as he chucked the water bottle he’d been sipping from at Tom, hoping to hit him in the balls, but missing by an inch.

“You bitch! I need that for later,” Tom yelped, covering his crotch yet again. Dom rolling his eyes at the boys he raised.

“You lot are idiots,” he chuckled.

. . .

“Friends and family, I’m proud to present, for the very first time, Mr and Mrs Thomas Holland!” Your wedding planner announced over the microphone. Everyone clapped, cheering as you and Tom made your entrance, walking in hand in hand.

Your smile really made your jaw ache, but you couldn’t help it. Tonight really was such an amazing event. You sat at the tables to find two plates of food already prepared for you. As everyone sat at their tables eating, the sound of a fork hitting a glass caught everyone’s attention. Harrison standing up with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Well first off, if anyone doesn’t know me, I’m Harrison. Best mate to these two love doves up here. I wanted to make a quick speech, if it’s okay with everyone else.

“I kind of grew up with Tom- we were best mates at school and have been basically inseparable ever since. I used to joke that he’d never find a girl because he was so fucking weird. But then he found you, y/n. I remember him coming to my house one day, he was all giddy. Like a child on Christmas morning. He kept rambling about some shit that I couldn’t keep up with, and then he said her name.”

“This is so cheesy,” Tom grimaced. You laughed at him, happy to hear all the embarrassing things Harrison had to share.

“It was like he’d found the meaning of life. Everything became perfect for him, everything made sense to him, and it was all because she came into his life. Watching it happen, I thought he was just a love sick puppy, but standing here reminiscing, remembering how he acted that night, it’s amazing to look back on.”

“Yeah, that was cheesy,” you giggled. Tom slouched back in his chair with his arm around the back of your chair as his hand rubbed his face, trying to hide.

“And then I met her. My first reaction was ‘damn, how do you pull a bird like that’, but she’s definitely one of the most amazing women I’d ever met thus far in life.”

“Oi,” Tom chimed in. “Watch yourself.” Everyone laughed before Harrison continued.

“She became a friend very quickly- which turned into someone I could trust, someone I could lean on, someone I could confide in. Y/n, you aren’t a friend anymore. You’re my sister, and I wish you both nothing but happiness and long life with each other. I love you!”

“Aw, I love you, Haz!” You yelled back, Tom throwing his arms out with a pout on his face.

“What about me?” He feigned jealousy.

“I love you, Tom!” Harrison yelled, pointing at him.

“I love you, bro!” He yelled back, laughing as he sat back in his seat.

You watched as Harry stood up next, clearing his throat as he began to speak.

“I think it’s safe to say, I’ve been around these two longer than anyone else. Hell, I lived with them for a while.”

“Unfortunately,” you laughed. Harry pointing at you, in warning.

“I’ll be nice because it’s your wedding but any other day,” he trailed off with a laugh. Tom chuckled, staring at you as you laughed at Harry’s comment. He’d always loved that you fit in perfectly with his family. The banter you carried with the twins instead of running away from it.

“And even though I hate complimenting her,” he jabbed at you. “I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect for my brother. You care for him, and I think I speak for our entire family when I say that’s all we could wish for him. Tom lives a crazy life that’s completely different from anything I’d could’ve imagined. So knowing that you’re willing to deal with his crazy ass is enough to comfort us. Here’s to a life time of memories and even longer to bugging the shit out of you,” he finished raising his glass. You shook your head, raising your glass in response.

“I wasn’t suppose to speak,” your best friend said as she stood next. “But I wanted to get it out there. Like Harrison, I grew up with y/n. We’ve been best friends since forever- I don’t even remember how we met, it’s been that long. I know the struggles and insecurities she’s faced over the years. She’s definitely had her own trials and tribulations, and I can’t thank Tom enough for coming into her life. I don’t necessarily believe that men can change or fix a girl’s life like that, but he can definitely help. Tom showed her what’s she’s worth, and she’s gained her confidence through that. There’s probably a million things I could name, but the point of it all is that Tom truly helped y/n grow into the amazing, strong woman that she is now, and I’m so excited that you finally found your Prince Charming.”

“Oh my gosh,” you cried, wiping the tears as they fell from your eyes. Tom placed a hand on your back, gently rubbing the skin of your exposed back and placing a soft peck to your shoulder.

“Can I say something too?” Paddy asked with a hand raised as he stood up. You and Tom both encouraged him, wanting to hear what the youngest of the bunch had to say.

“Well, I’ve never had a sister before, and y/n has really been that for me. I like that you never get annoyed of me asking for help with my homework and that you let me spend the night at you and Tom’s house whenever I want. And how you always have my favorite cereal in your cupboard even though I know you hate it. You’re the best, and I’m really excited that you’re going to be apart of our family forever,” he said, smiling at you and Tom. “Just don’t get too annoyed with Harry. I give you permission to beat him up if you want to.”

You laughed at his comment, looking to Harry as he threw his arms out. “What?” He asked, laughing himself. Everyone eventually settled down, finishing their meals before announcing it was time to cut the cake. You and Tom made your way to the table while your guests gathered around you, excited to eat the yummy looking dessert.

Your wedding planner stood next to you, handing the knife over and telling you the best way to go about cutting the massive layered cake. Tom held the knife in his dominate hand, yours resting over it as the sharp metal slid through the sponge, cutting out two small pieces that you and Tom held in hand.

“You put that in my face, and this will be the only sugar you get tonight,” you warned Tom as he faced you. You never found it cute when couples smashed cake in each other’s faces, and you didn’t want that to happen to you.

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he answered simply. His arm reached out, ready to feed you the piece of cake- you did the same. He ate the cake from your fingers as his gently pushed the cake into your mouth and onto your top lip, icing covering the skin.

You looking at him, ready to say something, but he spoke before you could. “Whoops,” he laughed and pulled you to him, cleaning the icing off your mouth with his own.

“You’re horrible,” you laughed, smacking his chest as his friends howled in encouragement.

“I had to, didn’t I?” He asked, a smirk covering his features.

. . .

You sighed in content as you stood there, wrapped in Tom’s arms. Head resting against his chest as he sway you back and forth slowly to the soft music.

“What a perfect night,” Tom whispered in your ear making your smile. “I wasn’t expecting to be so emotional about it, but everything was so perfect.”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “I’m surprised I didn’t cry that much tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it, love. I think I cried enough for the both of us.”

You lift your head to look at him, biting your lip. “When?”

“You didn’t notice?” he asked in shock. You shook your head lightly, probably so overwhelmed yourself to even think about how his emotions were probably the same. “Watching you walk down the isle- I wept like a baby. All I could think of was how unbelievably lucky I am to have such an amazing woman to love forever.”

He placed a slow kiss to your lips. You eventually pulled away, a smile and giggle on your mouth as you looked down.

“What?” Tom chuckled, your joy becoming exceedingly contagious.

“I really love you,” you smiled, reaching your arms around his neck to be even closer to him, kissing him again.

“I love you, Princess.”

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#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

We’ll Carry On - Chapter Twenty Seven

We’ll Carry On Tag

General Content Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Substance Abuse, Abandonment, Minor Character Death, Transphobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociation, Bullying, Homophobia

January 3rd, 2017

Jessica couldn’t believe it. She...he just couldn’t believe it. There was a word for feeling like a boy when everyone said you were a girl. He was transgender.

The health teacher droned on about the LGBT community and its spectrum of identities, but Jessica was shell-shocked. This was a thing other people felt. He was a boy. Jack nudged him from the next desk over. “You okay, Jess?”

He swallowed and nodded. “I just...never realized, there was a word for it...”

Jack made a soft huh noise. “So...are you gay then? Or bi?”

“Transgender,” he said with a smile on his face. “There’s a name for it. I’m transgender.”

“Congrats, yo,” Jack said with a laugh. “Or should I say congrats, man?”

His heart soared and tears pricked his eyes. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and said, “Jack, I could kiss you right now.”

June 14th, 2019

Logan held his breath as they walked into the endocrinologist’s place. Dad and Ami were both there with him, as Roman had agreed to look after the younger boys during this appointment. Logan was sweating, and shaking, and Ami held his hand as Dad went up to the receptionist to let them know they were here for an appointment.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Ami reassured him. “Don’t worry too much, they’re just gonna ask you some questions.”

“I know, I did the research with you and Dad, so I know what’s coming, I know what to ask for, I’m just...nervous, I guess,” Logan said.

“It’s a big day for you, I know,” Ami said. “Just take deep breaths, your dad and I will be there for the whole appointment, and by the time we’re leaving, you should be all set with a prescription for testosterone.”

Logan grinned despite his nerves. He and Ami sat down in the waiting room, and Dad came over to sit on Logan’s other side. “You excited?” he asked.

“Really, really nervous,” Logan said with a small grin. “But excited too.”

Dad smiled at him. “Have you texted Jack yet?”

Logan nodded. “He wants to come over after the appointment, if that’s okay.”

“That’s fine,” Dad said. “I’d recommend it, actually, considering he’s your closest friend and you’re going to want to keep him in the loop.”

Logan nodded and felt for his phone in his pocket. Then a nurse called his name, his preferred name, and they were heading back to one of the exam rooms. Logan sat on the table, and Dad and Ami took watch by the door. Soon enough a doctor walked in smiling, and Logan could feel his nerves spike and then settle. “Hello, Logan, my name is Doctor Reign. How are you doing today?”

“I’m a little nervous,” Logan admitted.

Doctor Reign looked at the laptop in his hand and nodded. “Yes, I see you’re here to start Hormone Replacement Therapy. It’s a very big decision.”

Logan nodded. “It is, sir, but it’s one I’m absolutely certain of.”

“That’s the spirit,” Doctor Reign smiled and continued, “Now, these two are your fathers?”

“Yes, sir,” Logan said, shifting on the exam table. “They’re in full support of my decision, and they’re willing to sign the papers and waivers on my behalf.”

“You are very lucky to have such supportive parents,” Doctor Reign said. “I’ve heard horror stories from my adult patients sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, second time’s the charm, right?” Logan asked with a bitter half-smile.

The doctor looked briefly surprised, but hid it well in seconds. “I suppose so,” he allowed. “Let’s get your height and weight, and then your parents can help with the forms, and we’ll get you a prescription.”

Logan felt tears in his eyes and he nodded with a grateful smile. “Thank you,” he said softly.

“Of course, young man,” Doctor Reign said with a smile. “Stand on the scale, will you please?”

Logan followed the instructions and let the doctor get his height and weight, and the doctor murmured to himself, typing on his computer. “We got the bloodwork from your general practitioner,” Doctor Reign said. “Everything’s within perfectly normal ranges, and given your height and weight I believe we can get you on a small dose of testosterone today.”

“Could I request it be in a gel or a patch?” Logan asked. “I’ve read that the shots are meant to last two weeks, but they also have more fluctuating levels than daily doses.”

“Of course,” Doctor Reign said. “I’ll send in the prescription for one pump of testosterone in gel form. Apply one pump from the container once every day, all right?”

Logan nodded, feeling a little faint from sheer excitement. “Yes. Thank you. Thank you, sir, really.”

“It’s not a problem, Logan,” Doctor Reign said. “Where should I send the prescription?”

Dad chimed in with the pharmacy closest to the house, and Doctor Reign nodded, sent it off, and sent them on their way. Logan made it to the car before he started positively bawling at the thought that he got to start testosterone. Dad laughed and Ami put a supportive hand in the back on Logan’s knee. They swung by the pharmacy to pick up the prescription and then they were heading home, Logan texting Jack to come over.

When Logan got out of the car, Roman, Virgil, Patton, and Dee all swarmed him. “Did you get it?! Did you get it?!” Patton asked.

Logan held the bag with the gel pump inside up. “I got it!” he exclaimed.

All his brothers cheered and ushered him inside the house, where Vanellope was waiting at the door for them to return. Logan put the pump with the medicine in his room and walked back downstairs, in a good enough mood to play with Vanellope until there was a knock at the door.

Logan jumped up and bounded over to the door, flinging it open and crushing Jack in a hug, already crying again. “I got it, Jack! I get to go on testosterone!”

Jack laughed and hugged Logan back. “I knew you could get it, bro! Congrats!”

Logan wiped at his tears and let Jack in the house. “Do you want to meet Vanellope?”

“Of course!” Jack exclaimed.

Logan brought Jack to the living room, where Roman was currently still playing with Vanellope. “Yo, Jack!” Roman exclaimed, waving.

“What’s up, Roman?” Jack asked, giving Roman a high five.

All three of them were soon on the floor, Vanellope sniffing Jack’s shoe. “So what’s the doctor say about your T?” Jack asked.

“I need to take it once a day, one pump of the container,” Logan said. “The changes should start at the latest in a month.”

Jack pumped his fist in the air. “All right! That’s more like it! You get to look like one of the bros, too! So no one can pull that crap of ‘you’re not like other girls’ anymore!”

Roman wrinkled his nose. “Ew. People do that to him?”

“Only the real jerks,” Jack informed Roman. “And I make them put a sock in it if they don’t shut up.”

“If I don’t stop you, you mean,” Logan said. “Because it’s not that big of a deal. I come home to people who respect me and my pronouns.”

“It’s a big deal to me, man!” Jack exclaimed. “Sometimes it seems like you never stand up for yourself!”

“I stand up when it counts,” Logan said simply. “If some kid who doesn’t even look at me aside from throwing insults my way says a slur, what’s it to me? They don’t care about me, they just want a reaction. I won’t give it to them.”

Jack crossed his arms. “I still don’t want you to have to deal with that, man.”

Logan smiled softly. “I know. And I appreciate that. But you worry too much.”

Jack huffed and returned his attention to Vanellope. “So, how’d she do her first night here?”

“She curled up on Dee’s bed and absolutely refused to leave until he got up in the morning,” Logan said with a slight smile. “So I think she might already be developing a favorite.”

“Cute,” Jack said with a laugh. He gave Logan a sideways glance with a smile, and Logan’s stomach involuntarily flipped. That was his favorite smile of Jack’s, the one that said he was genuinely enjoying the company around him.

Roman cleared his throat and Jack turned his attention back to Roman. “Get up to anything interesting lately, Jack?” he asked.

Jack shrugged. “A little of this, a little of that. Nothing much, definitely not like you guys. A dog, testosterone, the works? You guys have a setup for an awesome summer already.”

Roman offered a grin and shrugged. “It helped that we had five people’s allowances chipping in for the dog. The testosterone was a given, with Dad and Ami. And by the beginning of next school year, I’m pretty sure that no one will be able to recognize Logan when he walks through the door.”

Logan laughed. “Yeah, well. Testosterone is certainly going to help. Even if my first parents ever wanted me back before, I’m pretty sure this would stop them.”

Jack winced. “That’s kinda messed up, man.”

Logan’s smile faded and he sighed. “Yeah, I know. But I try to find the humor in it anyway, because that makes me feel a little better.”

Jack put his hand on Logan’s shoulder, and Logan gave Jack a small half-smile. “You don’t have to find humor in it if you don’t want to, man,” Jack said. “You’re allowed to cry if you need to.”

Logan sighed and nodded, lying back on the floor. “I know that. But what if I don’t want to cry?”

“It’s more about needing than wanting, man,” Jack said, looking down at him. “I’m not sure anybody ever wants to cry unless they’re miserable and want to feel better somehow.”

“I just...I don’t...” Logan took a deep breath. “I never enjoy crying. I’d rather find humor in a situation. And today’s a good day. I don’t want to remember sobbing my eyes out on the first day I get T.”

Jack laid down on the floor next to him and took Logan’s hand. “Man, if you need to cry, don’t beat yourself up over it. Your parents weren’t great people but you’re allowed to mourn their loss.”

Logan took off his glasses and took a deep breath, looking over at Jack. “Could we...do you mind if we just hang out in my room for a little while?”

“That’s fine,” Jack said, helping Logan stand. He turned to Roman. “Roman, my man, it’s good to see you. Do you mind asking the others to give us some time alone?”

Roman nodded. “It’s no problem. I’ll let Dad and Ami know, and they can talk to the others if any of them want to talk to either of you.”

Jack nodded his thanks and led Logan upstairs to his room. Once there, what remained of Logan’s calm broke down the second Jack closed the door. His breath hitched, his eyes stung, and he managed to choke out, “They don’t want me...” before completely breaking down into sobs.

“I know,” Jack said softly, coming over and hugging Logan tightly. “I know, and it sucks. It really, really sucks.”

Logan gripped Jack’s shirt tight and buried his head in his best friend’s shoulder. “Why would they hate me that much?” he asked, tears slipping out faster the more he cried. “Why would they try and kill their son just to keep their daughter?”

“I don’t know,” Jack said, rubbing Logan’s back. “I don’t think the answer would make you feel any better, though.”

Logan just continued to cry, because Jack was right. Whatever answer his parents might give him wasn’t going to make him feel any better. It wouldn’t be an answer at all. It would be some lame excuse that wouldn’t make him feel wanted, or give him closure. All it would do, at best, is make him blame himself for not being enough. He sniffled and could feel his tears start to slow. “They never liked me...” he whimpered.

“I know,” Jack said softly. “But I do. And Roman does. And so do your other brothers, and your dads. You have a better family and better friends now. And we wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

Logan pulled away with a laugh. “I don’t deserve you,” he said.

“You deserve everything I tell you and more,” Jack said, poking Logan’s side. “You deserve to know that people love you no matter what.”

Logan wiped at his eyes and put his glasses back on. “I just realized something,” he said with a laugh.

“What?” Jack asked.

“On T, my voice will start cracking, like yours did when you were fourteen,” Logan laughed. “And you will be able to exact your revenge.”

Jack perked up. “Oh, I hadn’t even thought of that!” he exclaimed.

Logan laughed again. His family was topsy-turvy, but he loved them anyway.

#we'll carry on #sanders sides fanfiction #logan sanders #emile picani #remy sanders #our creations #danger gays

[caffeineivore]

Fic!

For @smokingbomber. AU. A scene featuring Kunzite, Mamoru and Usagi, in which Kunzite and Mamoru are best friends and Kunzite and Usagi are siblings. For a fic not yet published. This is semi-unedited drivel and snark. Sorry not sorry.

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The commencement ceremony for his sister’s class at the Greenwich Academy features raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses (without blue satin sashes) and a Pulitzer-winning journalist as the commencement speaker, and of course, their whole family was there for Una’s big day. Kent’s mother, Isabelle, had also attended the school in her own teenage years, and had been sloppy with sentimentality all morning at the thought of her only daughter following in her footsteps. His dad, of course, was a bit more prosaic, though he did approve of this year’s choice of commencement speaker as opposed to last year’s staid and rather boring senator.

Una isn’t Valedictorian-- that particular honour falls to her good friend Molly O’Shea, the heiress of a chain of jewelry stores. Molly’s family is a bit new-money, and her mother is undeniably a little crass by their standards, but she’s a sweet girl, undoubtedly with a bright future ahead of her, and certainly, Una could associate with worse people.

The graduating class of an elite, private all-girl’s school is typically less than 100 students, and this year’s is no exception. Kent had heard tell of the local public school holding their ceremony at an actual sporting stadium due to the plethora of students, family, friends and staff involved, and it’s almost comical. Who would even be able to get a good picture of their kid’s face as he or she got their diploma from some spot in the stands fifty feet up? It would make sense for a college graduation, of course, but seems to lack the sort of sentimentality and ceremony that kids always enjoyed.

“Hey.”

The voice is familiar, and while his best friend’s presence isn’t a complete shock-- Matt has been promoted to almost-an-honourary-Crawford-Tate since the events of a year ago, it does strike Kent as a bit odd that his friend would be standing there in full-on black tie and carrying a bouquet of red roses like it’s a wedding or something.

“Hi there, Miss America. Lose your tiara or something?” Kent jostles his friend’s arm good-naturedly, but rather to his surprise, Matt doesn’t say anything smart-alecky back in response and watches the proceedings without a word.

They sit through the speeches, the music and ceremony, and of course, everyone applauds when Una receives her diploma and a yellow rose as her name is announced. She beams and waves at them as she follows the rest of the procession down the line, and Kent is struck with the fact that his baby sister is now all grown up, wearing a long white dress that isn’t all princess ballerina ruffles, her hair down her back rather than in pigtails. Una is petite and bubbly and probably would love sappy nonsense like fuzzy little kittens and Disney movies for the rest of her life, but she is no longer a kid, and it makes Kent, at the advanced age of twenty-two, feel ancient.

The ceremony ends shortly, and Una breaks away from her friends to join them, and that is when all Hell breaks loose.

That she smiles and runs towards them, not quite graceful in her kitten heels, is not super surprising. She’s a soft-hearted little thing, after all, and unlike Kent, who’d grown up on a steady weekly diet of private tennis lessons and captained his rowing team at Yale, generally hated sports and athletic activity. But that she only spares her parents and Kent the most perfunctory greetings before making a beeline for Matt on the other hand stops Kent in his tracks, and when Matt hands her the roses, then opens his arms, and she jumps in, arms looping around his neck and blonde hair mingling with Matt’s black, Kent is almost certain his jaw made an audible thump as it hit the floor.

It isn’t the type of hug a girl would give a friend, or a brother, and the kiss Matt has the audacity to plant on her isn’t exactly fraternal in nature, either. Kent doesn’t even register his own parents’ reactions-- whether they were as shocked and appalled as he was, or whether, worse, they somehow knew about this. Matt picks up a giggling, blushing Una and swings her around, then sets her down and, even more horrifyingly, pulls out a small black velvet box out of a pocket. It’s like the climax scene of every fluffy chick flick ever except in Kent’s head, some 80s era Wes Craven horror movie soundtrack is playing over it.

Matt pulls a ring-- an actual RING!-- out of the box, classic antique platinum band with a flawless white pearl flanked by two small diamonds, and offers it to Una. “It’s not-- well, it’s my mother’s. I know we’re young, and you have college and I have med school. But I want you to wait for me. Someday, I want to do this again, with something just for you.” It’s an old-fashioned notion-- a promise ring-- but even more shocking is the fact that his normally quiet friend is doing this in front of everyfuckingbody like it’s not some huge spectacle, let alone the fact that apparently Matt and Una had been carrying on for goodness only knew how long before then, because she seems thrilled and misty-eyed rather than horrified and shrieking. She kisses Matt again, accepts the ring and the roses, and then, FINALLY, Matt manages to meet Kent’s eye, and Kent has no choice but to move his brain and body out of the fog and react.

He hauls Una none-too-gently out of Matt’s arms, and then punches Matt in the face, his friend’s head snapping back at the contact of Kent’s fist against his jaw. Matt almost falls down, but then Una is screeching and yanking Kent off like a baby kitten attempting to move a mastiff, and her ire is apparently at Kent for punching Matt rather than Matt for laying hands on her in every single violation to the Bro code in the history of ever.

“DON’T HIT MY BOYFRIEND!!! WE ARE IN LOVE AND YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!” Undoubtedly, this is the liveliest graduation scene the hallowed grounds of Greenwich Academy has seen in at least a decade, and perhaps later, Kent would be reading about some pearl-clutching old biddy having a stroke because of this almost-brawl that would certainly be more in character at a dive bar that served cheap beer and twangy country music or whatever than here. But for now, Kent turns, open-mouthed, to stare at his sister. The petulant words and tone are definitely hers-- classic riled-up Una-- but since when was Matthew Darien Clark anything but his friend?

“Matt is NOT your boyfriend! Since when is Matt your boyfriend?! YOU JUST TURNED EIGHTEEN LAST JUNE SINCE WHEN DID YOU START HAVING BOYFRIENDS?!”

“Kent, you’re making a scene and embarrassing your sister.” His mother’s voice cuts through the haze and whatever undoubtedly furious retort Una has for his remark. “It is extremely unseemly to engage in this boisterous contretemps in public like an uncultured ruffian. Una, dear, do stop screaming. Do you think we might be able to find a place with some privacy to resolve this situation?”

“Why the need for privacy? HE’S the one who wanted to freaking damn near propose in front of all these people! He should suffer the consequences of his actions that HE chose to do publically!”

“I have nothing to say to you about Matt and myself, and until you get off your high horse and leave whichever awful Victorian planet where women sit cross-legged at home and bat their eyelashes while patiently waiting for the men to find something to do with their lives that you seem to be living on, I have nothing to say to you, period. Matt’s your FRIEND and you just punched him because, what, we’re in love?” Una clenched her jaw, then raised her chin in stubborn defiance. “If you’ll excuse me. I need to find some ice for my boyfriend’s face.”

“Kent, kindly don’t conduct yourself like a hooligan.” Even his father, apparently, was in on this horrifying scenario. Kent Crawford-Tate, Jr. looked his usual unruffled self, slightly bored and slightly disapproving with the scenario playing out. “Matthew is not a stranger or an unsuitable fellow, and he even asked my permission to do this beforehand. Your sister is happy.” He waves a hand at the crowd starting to gather around them, bequeaths a jovial smile. “Everything is perfectly fine, folks. Isn’t it a beautiful day? Are you all right there, son?” This last bit is directed at Matt himself, who is rubbing his jaw gingerly, but meets his eye with a wan smile.

“I’m fine, sir.” Matt then turns his dark-blue gaze towards Kent, and though his eyes are somber, they’re unapologetic and meet Kent’s without any fear. “I’m okay with you punching me. I guess we should have told you, but everything was happening so fast. I’m sorry you’re upset over it, but I’m not going to stop seeing Una just to appease you.” An awful, sappy smile crosses Matt’s face. “She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Okay, that’s my sister, and that’s disgusting, and never do that again.” Kent shudders. It’s incredibly demoralizing to learn that not only is he the last one to know about this outrageous new development, but Matt’s focus is completely on Una’s happiness. “Do I even want to know how long this has been going on?”

“Since the time my grandmother got sick. Una caught me on a bad day, and just… she understood. We must have talked for hours.” Matt, the noble idiot, brushes lint off his stark black lapels and makes that lovesick face again despite Kent’s stern injunctions just a moment prior. “Your whole family has been incredibly supportive, and I can’t thank them enough, of course. But Una-- she’s like light shining through the darkness. I don’t know what I would have done this last year without her.”

“Ugh.” It’s an uncouth nothing of a word, but Kent finds that he doesn’t have anything else to say. The idea of being friends with a boyfriend of Una’s has literally never occurred to him before, nor the idea of his own best friend eyeing his little sister, nor even the idea of his best friend being in love, period. Certainly Matt was not the sort to tomcat around the Yale campus like some of the other rich, privileged douchebags of their acquaintance, but they were too damn young to settle down for 2.4 kids and a white picket fence. Or, more likely in their case, 2.4 kids, a live-in housekeeper, and a six-bedroom mansion with a three-car garage.

His asshole disgrace of a best friend has the nerve to smile. “You’ll know what I mean someday, bro.”

“Why, you have any long-lost sisters?” It’s a snotty remark at best, but Matt is too nice of a guy to care, and Kent privately finds the idea of continuing to pick a fight with someone who, goddammit, is just not willing to engage, about equal to the idea of arguing with a six-year-old about the existence of Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Sure, it may be an easy battle to win, but the victory would feel dickish at best, unjust at worst.

“No, but you’ll fall in love yourself someday. And when you find the right woman, nothing will be as important to you as bringing a smile to her face, and all you’ll want from your friends and others around you is the support and goodwill to share in your happiness.”

“Sounds like a hocus pocus curse, so you should probably stop that shit. I didn’t punch you that hard, you ass.” Kent doesn’t want to shake on it and call it good, not in front of all these people, especially since they’ve already given everyone at that year’s graduation more than enough of a shit show, so he hunches his shoulders, well aware that a multitude of young, white-gowned debutantes are eyeing him like something beneath a microscope slide, and hightails it out to the parking lot.

His car is… noticeable, even in this sea of luxurious, flashy Range Rovers and Mercedes Benzes and Bentleys. The sleek black Maserati with the custom gold trim had been a present for his own graduation a month earlier from his parents. Sure, he rarely ever drove it into the questionable parts of town, and certainly it is a vehicle that screams ‘PLEASE HIT ME WITH A SPEEDING TICKET AGAIN, OFFICER, AND MAKE IT A GOOD ONE!’ the way a BDSM fetishist might scream at some leather-clad dominatrix plying a cat-o’-nine-tails on his backside, but it is a Thing of Beauty and a Joy Forever. Kent makes a beeline towards it, then stops in his tracks about two feet away.

Una had certainly NOT been fetching ice for Matt’s jaw in the interim. Keyed into the exorbitantly-expensive custom paint job, in loopy, girlish handwriting, are the words “SCREW YOU, I DO WHAT I WANT!”, followed by a bright pink lipstick heart on the side mirror.

God fucking dammit! He was too damn young to have two heart attacks in one day.

#mamoru x usagi #kunzite #fanfiction #fanfic #sailor moon #smokingbomber

[uwufanfics]

New Existence

Genre: Angst, fluff and idk later lol

Pairing: Lee Jooheon  (MONSTAX) x Teagan (reader)

Characters: MonstaX

WARNING: Swearing, violence, triggering subjects

A/N: ONGOING please enjoy~

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

In this day and age the most common belief about the after life is simple. You're either lifted into Heaven with all the beautiful people who've lived an honest life, helped walk an elderly person across the street, picked trash off the ground, paid their bills on time, loved one person and stayed loyal until the end, and all that good stuff, But we'll get into that later.

Hell....Now Hell is different from what the world now knows. There isn't someone called "Satan" ruling the underworld, in fact the ruler of the underworld happens to be a tall handsome devil with dimples that were so deep they were sinful in its own right. One wrong move in front of the man..one tiny bit of annoyance from you would lead him to torture you little by little to his amusement. He had no sympathy for the damned, now that they were in his control, he would do whatever he pleased. Number one being the sight of pain from others. Number two being the screams for mercy. And last but not least when they'd be lying around in the utmost pain, not being able to die again.

He frowned at the man who had just arrived, slowly getting off the floor and looking around as if he were lost. The evil man slowly walked over to his prey with a slight bored expression, as his figure let off steam. "Get up..", the devil said with a hint of annoyance in his tone. The man looked at him confused and ignored the words of the scary man in front of him. "I SAID GET UP!", The devil said as he suddenly summoned a handful of smoking hot ashes into his hands, smacking it into the poor mans eyes. "AHHHHH!!!~", he screeched at the pain, slowly bending over to the ground. "Fuck you Satan!", he shouted as he slowly felt his skin melting off. The devil slowly walked up to the man and bent down, grabbing the man by his hair to whisper in his ear. "My fucking name is Jooheon. Don't ever call me that again you hear me?", he said as he kicked the man out of his way.

"Changkyun!", he shouted with a small smile. The younger handsome devil made his way towards Jooheon in an instant. "Yup?", Jooheon flashed a smile at his younger brother, patting his head as he slowly walked back to his throne that sat in the middle of the burning underworld. He stepped into the fire, not feeling a thing, as ruler of the underground, there was not problem when it came to pain. Jooheon could not feel a thing, which made others reaction to pain amusing for him.

"Kyun, do what you must. He's all yours. I'll even let you skin him if you want, just have one of the bitches bring me a nice cool drink. I'm tired.", he said as he sat down, leaning his head onto his hand as his arm rested on the arm rest of his seat. He sat in anger as his amusement was slowly not up to par with what he used to feel. Watching as his baby brother dragged the man away, he saw him stop as another victim of hell walked over with a glass of cold Banana milk. His favorite.

Changkyun took the drink from the girl and motioned for her to take the body from him as he made his way back to Jooheon. "Bro, I heard Wonho will be back from his small meeting up in the human lands. If you ask me, he's just wasting time up there.. He should make his way back and help Kihyun in the river. He's been tired lately by all the bodies he has to dump before you. I wonder what our other brothers are doing up in heaven. I heard that Shownu actually likes sitting up there with all the happy people that's made it up there. It sounds boring to me. I don't think I could live such a scripted life doing the "right" thing.", he said doing air quotes as he sat in a seat next to Jooheon.

Jooheon shifted in his seat as he thought about the life of all of his brothers. Seven, some separated into Heaven, some in Hell, some pretending to live in the real world. He sighed as he saw his second oldest brother Wonho making his way back on the boat with their brother Kihyun, giggling as he told Kihyun about life in the human world. "Then I grabbed my bag and left without saying anything. I don't think I'll be taking that class again. It's too hard, I failed again.", he said in a joking tone. "It sounds more fun up there than down here..", Kihyun said as they stepped down and onto the path leading to their younger brothers. "Joohoney!!", Wonho shouted with his arms out. Jooheon rolled his eyes and walked over to Wonho with a pouty face. "What's wrong Heon?", Wonho asked as soon as they touched. Wonho may be apart of the human world, but he's still built with a great force of his own. The power to know what one is feeling just by skin ship.

Jooheon sighed and made his way back to his throne as the others took a seat. "I'm just not interested in being down here anymore..It bores me..", he said while staring into the dark distance. They all chuckled at the sight of the underworlds ruler being pouty. "Hey... it's not so bad down here bro. I find it fun.", Kyun said with a smile. Jooheon turned to him and smiled back. 'This kid.. he should be part of heaven with the other brothers..', Jooheon thought to himself, feeling regret as he remembered begging his parents to let him take Kyun to hell with him.

"Hey, I got an idea if you're up for it.", Wonho said as he stood up and paced around. "What if you all came up to the Human world with me?", he said with his gummy smile. The other three looked at each-other before bursting into a fit of laughter. Wonho's smile slowly faded as he rolled his eyes. "I'm serious. Kihyun, you always say how tired you are of doing this, and find my stories amusing whenever i come back. Don't you all want to actually do things for yourself for once?! Make decisions and feel what it's like to be happy, sad, angry?!", he said throwing his hands in the air. They all sat in silence and looked at Jooheon for approval. Jooheon stood up and slowly nodded, with his hands in his pockets. "Ok, deal.", he said as the other two gasped in shock. "Wait. Jooheon, if you leave what happens down here?! Who will rule down here?!", Kyun said as he shot up in desperation, holding onto Jooheons Shoulder.

Wonho smiled with delight as he grabbed Jooheon and Kyun's hand. "We just have to keep coming back before we get caught okay. Deal?", he said as Kihyun smiled and put his hand in the pile. "I'm in too. Let's get the hell out of here. No pun intended.", he said earning him a few dirty looks at his horrible joke. "Should we ask our brothers up above if they'd be interested in joining us?", Wonho said with a smile. They all nodded in agreement. The theory of Heaven and Hell being at war was merely a myth. The seven brothers were simply put to the task by their parents. They just did their jobs in the designated areas. No bad feelings between the souls whatsoever.

The four closed their eyes and whispered a small prayer, lifting them slowly into a shifted universe. More brighter and beautiful than the one they normally stayed in. They opened their eyes to Shownu who was sitting among the clouds in a pure white tunic worn by the gods. The tunic wrapped perfectly around his sculpted tan chiseled body. He blinked and rubbed his eyes in shock. His brothers rarely liked to visit, for they dearly hated bright things. All but Wonho who was fond of all things. Shownu stood from his throne and flashed his signature bright smile. "Brothers!", he shouted as he ran down the steps and wrapped his strong arms around his younger brothers. Shownu being the oldest always adored the time he could spend with them.

They all smiled and hugged back. "Hey where's the other two?", Wonho asked looking around. Shownu backed away and took a seat on the steps. "Well, you know Hyungwon rules the Human world. I heard things have been getting crazier down the so he hasn't been visiting as often as I'd like. Same with Minhyuk. He's been down there helping.", Shownu said pouting as he cleared the clouds below to see Hyungwon sleeping below in the Human world. They all rolled their eyes in unison and sighed. "Well at least i thought he said it was getting wild down there but every time i look, he's sleeping.", Shownu said in a monotone

 "What's Minhyuk doing?", Jooheon asked as Shownu waved his hand within the clouds to find Minhyuk. He stopped and shook his head as the clouds slowly showed Minhyuk, flirting with a shy nurse at a hospital.

"No Minhyuk, I have to work!", she squealed as she blushed and playfully hit Minhyuks chest. He smirked and leaned in closer, trying to kiss the nurse. "It's okay it's just a kiss and i'll let you go back to work.", he whispered with his forehead resting on hers. As he leaned closer, the emergency lights went off.

"Whoa what's happening?", Changkyun said kneeling down to get a better look. They all watched anxiously as a body of a young female was pushed into the emergency room past Minhyuk. "Hey! get to work! What do you think you're doing?! MOVE!!", the doctor yelled at the nurse Hyuk was flirting with. Flustered, she picked up her badge and ran towards the doors, following the doctor. Minhyuk rolled his eyes and held his hand up toward the wall, closing his eyes he slowly shifted into the operating room, freezing time as he walked over to the body and studied her face. "Hmm...she's pretty.", Minhyuk said as he tucked a piece of her hair out of her face. "Minhyuk.. get up here.", Shownu said startling Minhyuk. He looked up and rolled his eyes. "Shownu, you shouldn't do that. Just because you can speak through mind waves doesn't make it right to give me an unexpected heart attack all the time.", he said giving one last look at the girl on the table.

Before Minhyuk could close his eyes to shift back into the clouds Jooheon stood up quickly, grabbing onto Shownus hand. "Hey.. wait.", he said leaning closer towards the clouds to get a better look at the girl down on earth on the operating table. She looked so peaceful but at the same time so...almost dead. Her hair a dark brown shade, tiny girl with fare skin, cheeks almost as red as a rose, which was slowly fading as time went on. "Send me down there.", he said softly, not knowing why he was so drawn to the girl below. Minhyuk scrunched his face, "What? why?!", he said in a disgusted tone. "Shut up and just do it.", Heon said as his eyes slowly turned a deep shade of black. His eyes gently shut close as he felt the worlds shift. He opened his eyes to an operating room, to which he unfroze time, switching places with Minhyuk.

"You can't be in here! GET OUT!", the doctor shouted as he pushed the nurses to get him out. "Don't touch me.", Heon softly replied as his head turned in a horrifying motion. Eyes still darker than night itself, he had no face expression at all, making things ten times more horrifying. The nurses rushed out the operating room, screaming at the horror they've just witnessed. The doctor fell on the floor, backing away slowly before running for the door. With one flick of the wrist, he slammed all exits closed, locking it so no one would be able to enter. He turned back to the girl on the table, seeing her life line on the monitor slowly becoming flat. The color in her cheeks were losing its rosy red shade as time passed.

He slowly caressed the side of her face before putting his hand on top of her head, closing his eyes as he searched through her memories. His eyes flew open when he saw small flashes of her life. "Heal her..", he whispered as the lights began to flicker in the whole building. The ground began to shake as well as everything around them. Screams were heard throughout the building as he watched the red in her cheeks reappear slowly but surely. He bit his lip at the sudden pain he was feeling in his body. "What is this?!", he shouted out for his brothers to hear. "I've never felt this before.", he said as he slowly moved his hand away from her.

"Oh my god, did he just feel something?! Jooheon shouldn't be able to feel a thing, what's going on?!", Changkyun panicked looking towards his older brothers. They all sat there in shock as they continued to watch. Jooheon sat on the chair beside the girl as he stared at his hand. "J-Jooheon?", she whispered as her eyes slowly opened. The brothers above froze as well as Jooheon, not sure of how she knew his name. She opened her eyes and turned her head to meet eyes with Jooheon. He stared at her half shocked, half scared. "H-how do you know my name?!", he shouted as he backed away.

Hyungwon bust down the entrance to the emergency room, still rubbing his eyes as he yawned. "You've healed her but you also sent signals of your own memories into her mind while you were being a pervert, searching through her thoughts.", he said as he sat at the foot of the operating table. She sat up and smiled at Hyungwon. "Wonnie.. what's going on?", she said holding her head. "I think you passed out. You didn't take your medicine you dumb girl. Stop being stubborn Tea!", he scolded her before he pat her back. Jooheon shot a look in Hyungwon's direction, speaking through his mind. 'Hyungwon, you know her?!', he said through telepathy. Hyungwon smirked and nodded. "We're friends", she said out loud. They all turned to her in an instant as their jaws dropped. "Did you just-" Hyungwon said before getting cut off.

"Yeah i don't know how i did that but i heard your thoughts.”, She said as she stretched and swung her tiny legs off the side of the table like nothing happened. She fixed her long pretty locks, as she reached over the table to grab her bag, pulling out her mirror and lipstick, making kiss faces as she applied the lipstick. "Well, I'm going to be late for dinner with my boss. Goodbye! Wonnie, I'll see you later! Bye!", she said as she ran out the doors, not minding the horrible sight of the hospital after what everyone suspected to be an earthquake. Hyungwon shrugged and walked towards the exit before being stopped by Jooheon.

"Explain what's going on..", he said as Hyungwon smiled and ruffled his hair. "Her name is Teagan, but she goes by Tea. We're neighbors but best friends as well. Don't you dare touch her though you ugly! She's too good for you! But...thanks for saving her. I didn't know you could heal though.", he said in shock. Jooheon looked back at his hands. "Me neither. I don't know what happened. I don't know why or how i saved her.", he said confused.

"JOOHEON GET BACK DOWN TO THE UNDERWORLD! FATHER'S ON HIS WAY!", Shownu yelled as he watched his father through the clouds. Hyungwon and Jooheon stopped in shock and quickly joined hands before whispering their prayer, shifting through universes to get back below.

First chapter, I’m excited to write this cause it’s different lol I didnt proof read cause im tired lmao sorry - Admin Shownudesxx

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Reminder | J. Jones

Pairing ; Jughead x DeSantos!Reader

Timeframe ; Late-Season One

Summary ; [A Continuation of Forgetful] In which Jughead Jones is reminded of what he wants. Or rather who he wants. 

Part One

A/N ; Day 7 of 31 Days of Christmas

Back by popular demand, here is a continuation of Forgetful.

Also, don’t @ me on this one, but as much as I love and adore my girl Elizabeth Cooper, for the sake of narrator-point-of-view, she is not the most greatest character in this piece.

As well as that, I want to make it known that I am a huge advocate for Girl Love! 

Though it is obvious that not all girls will get along with one another, I believe that it is extremely important that we recognize the way society often conditions us to view each other as competitors, and respond to that by instead building each other up and finding empowerment as well as inspiration when one of us succeed not a reason to spread hate and jealousy.

So although there is a bit of a girl fight in this piece, I want you to know that even though it is okay and natural to argue with each other, it is just as important to understand that we must also support and love one another when it is necessary.

“Juggie? What’s going on?”

If there was anyone in Riverdale who had a voice that perfectly matched their person, it was the ever so famous, Elizabeth Cooper. Jughead and I pulled away from each other, before turning our heads, only to see three other teenager staring at us with mouths gaped.

“Uh... guys,” Jughead began, stammering as her struggled to find the right words to say. “This is my friend Y/n. We hung out a lot at the Twilight... She’s also Joaquin’s sister.”

I had never wanted to dig a hole in the ground and disappear into it, more than I did in that moment. His friends had quite literally just witnessed us kissing, yet Jughead still had the nerve to introduce me as his friend. 

“What are you guys doing here, anyways?”

Archie took a step forward, as he placed a hand on Betty’s forearm, which prompted to take a small step back. If she wasn’t occupied staring at Jughead, she was instead scanning me up and down, her eyes growing even wider when she noticed that I was wearing a leather jacket with the serpent sign on the back of it.

“We were worried about you, bro,” he explains, looking at him with concern, even though I noticed the way he glanced over at me with judgmental eyes for a small mome-nt. “We heard you got transferred here, and we were just worried that something might have happened to you, that-”

“That a Serpent would harass him?” I say angrily, as a way of purposely interrupting Archie from finishing his sentence. “Did you all really come all the way down here, because you think one of us would hurt Jug? Even though his dad is one of the most respected members? What, do you think we just go around hurting whoever we feel like?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Betty said aloud, before her eyes grew wide at the realization that, as well as everyone else, could hear her clear as day.

“Of course it wouldn’t surprise you,” I mutter, almost as soon as she finished speaking, as a result of the adrenaline being that angry and frustrated produced. “You were raised by your mother after all, I’ll bet you believe everyone from this side of town are just a bunch of savages.”

“Hey, you do not get to speak to Betty like that,” Veronica exclaimed angrily, marching up to where her best friend stood, before wrapping a protective arm around her shoulder.

“Wow,” I droned, as I chuckled humorlessly. “The nerve you three have. On what planet do any of you have the right to barge in to my school and accuse my people of being savages. I know you guys are probably used to getting what you want, but I kindly suggest you leave, before an actual serpent sees you.”

“Are you gonna let her talk to us like that, Juggie?”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes so far back, I ended up tilting my head backwards as well. I didn’t expect for Jughead to defend me or them, because I understood that to make him choose would be to put him in a compromising position. It never occurred to me that maybe Betty didn’t care about that.

“Are you gonna let her talk to me like that?” She repeats, taking a step towards Jughead, whilst completely ignoring the fact that his hand was still intertwined with mine. As she took a step forward, I felt Jughead’s grasp on my hand loosen, to which I responded by letting go of his completely.

He doesn’t notice.

“Let’s just go, Betty,” Archie said, as he walked up to the blonde girl and pull her back gently by the forearm. She turns around, after giving Jughead a sad smile, but before they leave, Archie looks back to his best friend. “Are gonna come with us, or stay with her, Jug?”

I didn’t want to look up at Jughead, to see his reaction to the question. I didn’t want to know what his answer to that question was going to be, because though there was a chance that he would chose to stay, he was just as likely to chose to go back to the Northside with them.

“It’s okay, Jug,” I whispered, before turning to him to showcase the artificial smile I had plastered on my face. “You chose them before, you’ll chose them again. I am after all just a serpent... Maybe that’s all I can ever be to you.”

I walked back into the cafeteria before he could say a word.

Jughead and I had no classes together in the remaining periods of the school day, which meant that avoiding him became a much easier task than normal. I had just finished my last class, and by that time, there were only so few people at school, as a result of the amount who ditch the last periods. I was walking out of my classroom, and tried to head out the front door as quickly as possible, for fear that Jughead would catch me before I left.

He did.

As I was just metres away away from the front door, an arm came out of no where and pulled me into one of the janitor’s closets, that were really just closest, because I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a janitor in my school.

“What the fu-”

Before I can finish cursing, a cold hand is quickly placed over my mouth to keep me from talking. It took my eyes a small while to adjust to the dimly lit room, but by the time I could see a bit more clearly, I already knew who dragged me in.

“I stayed,” he whispered, catching me completely off guard, because out of all the things he could have started with, I was not expecting that. “I told them that they will always be my friends, but I couldn’t walk away from you, because you... you’re my girl.”

I gently place my hand on his forearm to push his hand away from my mouth. His smile grows twice in size when he notices me grinning. Before I can say anything, he pulls my face towards his, with both of his hands on opposite sides of my face, before kissing me for what felt like the best thirty seconds of my life.

“What about Betty?” I asked breathlessly, when he pulled away. 

“She is, and will forever be, just my friend,” he explains reassuringly. “You’re the only one for me, Y/n. You’re the only girl I like, so you don’t need to worry a single hair on you adorable little head.”

“You’re a weirdo, Jughead Jones.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while. So, if anything, I’m your weirdo.”

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What if Dadsona turns out to be a werewolf? How would the dads react?

Last night’s events still echo in your mind. Ithad been just you and Amanda for so long, just the two of you against theworld, you’d forgotten that this could be something you ought to sharewith your partner. Preferably before they find you writhing in your backyard,gasps turning into growls as your fingers grew into claws and fur breakingthrough your skin. You still remember the look of utter surprise and shock ontheir face, the last thing you had clearly seen before the hunt took over. Run, the forest is calling, run, moon, dirt,run, scent, hunt—

Exhausted and practically dead on your feet, youwalk back home. Immediately after moving to Maple Bay, Amanda and you hidbackpacks with a change of clothes in strategic places throughout the forest sowhen full moon came, you wouldn’t have to run through the streets completelynaked. You throw down the (now) empty backpack after opening the front door andinhale. There’s someone else here. You haven’t been together for long as thispoint, but the wolf in you would recognise that scent everywhere. It sang oflove, of mate. The logical part ofyour brain, though, wonders just for how much longer that would be. Noprolonging the inevitable, you tell yourself and you take a deep breath before goinginto the living room.

🥃 You’renot sure what your eyes are drawn to first: Robert’s bloodshot eyes that spokeof a night spent without sleep, the silverknife in his hands or the dog treats on the table. Further, your mindcannot decide what to be most offended by. “I’m not a dog.” Robert doesn’tflinch, thank god, nor raise the knife, he just watches you warily as you walkpast him into the kitchen. When you return a moment later, he’s sitting on thecouch, so you sink into the chair opposite from him. Neither of you saysanything for a few minutes. You sip on your coffee and watch him watching you.In your time as a werewolf, you had seen plenty a self-proclaimed hunter; theyall had the same kind of look in their eyes. Robert doesn’t. “I’d give you the ‘Nothinghas changed, I’m still me’ speech, but I don’t think you’d appreciate it.”Robert’s only reaction is a grunt. “Wolf’s out of the bag now. What’re yougoing to do about it?” You meet his eyes with a lot more outward composure thanyou feel on the inside. He doesn’t look at you like you are prey, but understandably,you’re nervous. A minute, maybe two, maybe five, passes with you two just lookingat each other. Eventually, Robert lowers his knife. “I’m too attached to you,kid,” he huffs. You’re fluent enough in Robert to read between the lines andnod. Then, like a switch has been flipped, his demeanour changes. “Are theremore like you? Are you allergic to silver? What about wolfsbane—“

🍸 Joseph flinches the moment he notices yourpresence and takes a step back. Seeing the fear in his eyes feels like someoneis squeezing your heart while it’s still in your chest. “Joe—““Why didn’t you tell me?” He’s visibly struggling to appear calm, but you cansmell that he is scared and damn, does it hurt. “Were you ever going to tellme?” You take a deep breath and lean against the couch in the least intimidatingposture possible. “Eventually, yes. Sooner or later you would have started tonotice me disappearing every full moon and there are only so many excuses I canmake up.”“Does Amanda know?” You shoot him an incredulous look. “Of course. She’s knownsince she was little. As did Alex. I told them before we got married.” Josephnods and releases a long, tense breath. He runs a hand through his hair,messing up the styling. You long to soothe him, but you stay where you are, asmuch as it hurts you to see him like this. “After last night … I went to churchand prayed. I thought, long and hard, about whether the knowledge of your truenature changes how I feel about you. I’m scared of… this, Y/N. But then I triedto imagine a life without you at my side and the prospect scared me even more.”For the first time since you arrived, Joseph looks directly at you. “It willtake me some time, but I’ll try to come to terms with it.” You sink down on thecouch, the relief making your knees buckle. After a moment, Joseph sits downnext to you and pulls you against his side.

☕ “Mat?” The dark-skinned man looks up and curses so vigorously youfeel the urge to cover your houseplants’ non-existent ears. He barely managesto catch his cup of coffee before it spills and clutches it to his chest, likea comfort item. “Y-Y/N! Oh god, I was s-so scared, after what happened. Are youokay?” His concern for you takes you off guard. You didn’t exactly expect him toscream, but you hadn’t thought he would fear for you. “At first I thought I was high and had hallucinations, eventhough I didn’t have any drugs, and you were still gone hours later after anykind of effect would have worn off, so I knew it was real, you really turnedinto a werewolf r-right in front of my eyes and—““Mat,” you gently interrupt him. “How much coffee did you have already?” Matlooks down at the cup in his hands and then back at you. You sigh and slowly,exaggerating your movements, walk over to him. Up close, you notice he’strembling. “I’m not going to hurt you, Mat. Nothing has changed. I already wasa werewolf before yesterday evening and I didn’t do anything to you orCarmensita then. The only difference is that now you know.” He lets you putyour hands on his shoulders and looks at your face. His fear stings in yournose. “If you want me out of your daughter’s life, say the word. But I couldnever hurt her, or you, or anyone else. I’ve never hurt another human being.”Mat absently wets his lips and stares at you. You don’t know what he’s lookingfor, but he must have found it, since he shakes his head. “I still love you.”

🌹 You stare down at the herbs right in front ofyour feet before lifting your head to look at Damien with an unamusedexpression. “Where did you even get wolfsbane?” He doesn’t reply right away; hegoes through whatever he has written on the piece of paper in his hands beforethrowing it aside. “I prepared a long speech. How I don’t appreciate you keepingsomething like that secret from me, that I had a right to know of your secondnature not only because we’re a couple now, but also because of the potentialdanger you might put myself and Lucien in, but seeing you right now…” With hisfoot, he pushes aside the wolfsbane; you don’t have the heart to tell him itwouldn’t have stopped you from entering the room anyway. Damien cups your facewith his hands and seeks eye contact. The intensity of his gaze makes yourbreath hitch. “Seeing you right now, no different from when I last saw youbefore you transformed, renders all those words unimportant. My feelings haven’tchanged. If anything, knowing your secret has brought me close to you thanbefore. Tell me, Y/N, are you a threat to me or my son?” You immediately shakeyour head. “Is there a chance you might hurt us or subject us to any danger?” Again,you shake your head; hunters were only after the creature, not their lovedones. Damien nods and breaks into a smile. “Let’s draw you a bath, my dear. You’redirty and covered in leaves and twigs. There are so many things I want to askyou—“

🎣 In any other situation, seeing Brian so uncharacteristically meek andnervous would have been cute, but right now, it just makes you feel bad. Youhold up your hands, palms facing him, and stay still, not wanting to scare him.If you thought he doesn’t notice, his snort makes clear he has. “I’m not afraidof you,” he says. You raise an eyebrow. “Yes, you are. Your voice is quivering.”“Is not.” You roll your eyes and make a dismissive gesture. “Fine. But I cansmell your fear.” Brian lifts his arm to smell his armpit, pulls a face, thenshakes his head. “No fear there. Only the manly smell of a man who definitelyisn’t afraid.” Despite the topic you’re kind of talking about while avoidingdirectly addressing it, you can’t help but snort. Some of the tension seeps outof your body at the familiar banter between you and the same seems to be truefor Brian, as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. You mirror thegesture. “Brian, it’s perfectly normal to be afraid in the face of somethingunknown. You can admit it.”“I’m not afraid. And I totally knew.” You raise both your eyebrows so high theynearly disappear in your hairline. “And pray tell, how did you know?”“Your… um… Amanda’s obsession with dogs!”“Is perfectly normal even for people whose fathers aren’t what I am.”“Your good nose?” You don’t reply; you’re too busy keeping in a chuckle. Briantaps his chin, grinning himself. “At the park you caught the Frisbee with yourmouth. Hey, does that mean I can play fetch with you every full moon?”

👟 It’s as if last night’s events didn’t happen and Craig didn’t see you transforminto a literal werewolf. He looks like he just came home from his morning jogand is fresh out of the shower, his hair still wet but he has a towel in hishands to rub it dry. You lean against the wall and wait for the inevitable freak-out,but it doesn’t come. “Hey, bro,” Craig greets you with that face-splitting grinthat seems to be reserved just for you and he walks over to kiss you. “Can youtake the girls to school today? A business partner called and needs to move hismeeting to an earlier slot. Good news is that the twins are staying with afriend after training so we have the evening to ourselves. I was thinking—““Craig,” you interrupt. He tilts his head at you in confusion and you wonderwhether you’ve unknowingly entered the twilight zone. “Are you… are we… I mean—“You take a few breaths while the workers in your head try to bring yourthoughts into a coherent order. “Are you not going to ask me what happened lastnight?” Craig looks confused for a few moments before understanding dawns onhis face. “Oh! I totally forgot. Bro, I knew.”“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNEW??” He gently shushes you and points at a sleepingRiver. You repeat your question, whispering but just as shocked. Craig shrugs. “Y/N,we were roommates. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are. One full moon,completely wasted, you announced you’re going to pee on the statue of thecollege founder and changed right before my eyes.” You work your head, tryingto remember that event, but you were probably too drunk. Craig kisses yourtemple and grins.

📖 Hugo doesn’t look afraid, he looks… pisseddoesn’t even cover it. The moment he notices you entering the room, he crossesthe distance and stares you down. Your inner wolf makes you want to bare yourthroat in a gesture of submission; you stomp down the instinct, but you can’tstop yourself from ducking your head. “I kind of expected Ernest to draw youinto his childish pranks, but something like what you did yesterday is notalright! You didn’t have to be gone all night, do you have any idea how worriedI was about you? I was this close to calling the police! What do you have tosay in your defence?” When you don’t reply, too surprised by Hugo’s words, hehuffs out a breath and turns around, starting to prowl in the living room likea tiger trapped in a cage. “Hugo, that wasn’t a prank.”“Y/N, I don’t appreciate you keeping up this charade.” You move to stand in frontof him and put your hands on his shoulders to stop him from pacing. “Hugo, I’mdead serious. That wasn’t a prank. I might be good with makeup, but atransformation like that goes beyond anything a professional could do without acomputer.” The logic of your argument makes him pause and uncertainty colourshis expression. He regards you with the same look that brings students to theirknees, but you don’t give in. “I swear to you, that wasn’t a joke.” Short oftransforming again, which would take more energy than you currently have, youdon’t know how else to convince him. You’re just about to offer to call Amandawhen Hugo suddenly becomes very, very still under your hands. You look at him quizzically.“Holy shit,” he breathes out. Then he faints.

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[daisy-chain-gardens]

Exchange Romance - Chapter 13

A/N: Once again, this chapter is a bit different to what I had planned to write but I still love it. There is a lot of fluff and even some Kiwi!Betty so I hope you guys like it! Please leave me a comment and let me know what you think because they really do make my day :). Another huge thanks to @rubyventure because she may have come up with a few ideas for this fic when I’d almost finished it and didn’t have nearly enough words. Love you lots <3

Word Count: 4,861

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Friday rolled around slowly. The whole week seemed to have turned into a blur of homework and assignments and by Friday night, the four of them decided they deserved Pop’s and movies to celebrate the start of the weekend . For once, they’d decided to meet up at the Lodge’s apartment instead of the Andrews’ household, purely due to the fact that Ronnie wanted to sleep in her own bed and knew that probably wouldn’t happen if they were at the Andrews’.

All of them had been cutting Veronica a bit of slack after her breakdown the previous week. She was starting to return to her normal self but still looked tired and weary behind her mask of makeup, her extensive wardrobe helping to hide the fact that she felt like she was carrying a world full of emotions on her back.

Once the boys had finished helping Fred at a construction site after school they headed over to join their girlfriends, both carrying large bags of take away burgers and fries. They let themselves in and found the girls in the living room, dancing around to an upbeat pop song in their pyjamas.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Archie asked as he walked over and gave Ronnie and quick kiss.

“Arch you saw us four hours ago at school. Funnily enough not a lot has changed,” Betty quipped as she walked over Jughead. He chuckled at her reply and kissed her forehead, pulling her into his side.

“Oh god, they’re turning into each other,” Veronica muttered into Archie’s chest, making no effort to be quiet. All four of them started laughing as they made their way over to the enormous couch.

“Did you guys bring your pyjamas?” Betty asked as she started opening one of the bags of food and stealing a chip.

“Oops, sorry B. I knew there was something I forgot to do and it must’ve been asking the boys to bring their pj’s,” Veronica said sheepishly, sinking further into Archie as he hugged her tighter.

“Don’t worry about it babe. I’m sure I’ve left something here at some point,” Archie said kissing the top of her head. He gave her a reassuring squeeze before disappearing down the hall. Betty stood up and dragged Jughead down the hall in search of something for him to wear. She shuffled through her drawers for a few moments before handing him Kevin’s shirt and a large pair of grey sweatpants. He flashed her a grateful smile and changed into them quickly, the surprise evident on his face when the pants actually fit.

“Betts, why do you have sweatpants big enough to fit me?” Jughead inquired with a smirk, moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“At my school it’s sort of the unofficial uniform when we have mufti days. Everyone wears baggy grey fat pants from the Warehouse that are rolled up a million times at the ankle, a white singlet, and double dutch braids,” Betty replied with a shrug as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I honestly didn’t understand half of what you just said. Mufti, fat pants, the Warehouse. Are you sure they speak English down under?” Jughead teased.

“First of all, definitely English. If I can understand you three talking I have no idea why you can’t understand me but maybe that’s just one of my many gifts.” Jughead laughed at the smug grin on her face.

“And secondly, ‘down under’ is Australia. If you get us mixed up I’ll probably have to break up with you.” Her tone was serious but Jughead could see the teasing twinkle in her eye and kissed her quickly on the end of her nose. Betty scrunched it up and shot him an annoyed look unwrapping her arms and turning to walk out the door. Jughead grabbed her waist and pulled her into the air, causing her to squeal as he dropped her onto her bed and started kissing her neck.

“Are you sure we have to watch a movie? I’d much rather stay here with you,” Jughead mumbled into her neck, setting her skin on fire as she tried to concentrate on anything but his lips. She pushed him off her after a short while and kissed him slowly, pulling back only slightly to rest her forehead against his.

“There’s nothing I want more but we need to go and hang out with our friends,” Betty said quietly, wanting nothing more than to stay here with him all night but knowing that wasn’t possible.

“Fine,” he groaned exaggeratedly, grabbing her hand and hauling her onto her feet. “But I still want to know whatever you were talking about before. I like it when you talk Kiwi to me,” Jughead joked as he threw his arm around her shoulders, walking towards the door.

“Mean as bro,” Betty said back, somehow exaggerating her accent.

“But … what? That wasn’t mean, was it? And I’m not your brother so why say bro?” Betty burst out laughing at Jughead’s confused reaction, kissing his cheek lovingly before dragging him down the hallway and back into the living room.

——————–

“Juggie?” Betty shook his shoulder gently as she tried to wake him up.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed. Jughead rolled his head towards her slightly to indicate he was listening and semi-awake.

“The movie’s finished. I would carry you to bed but, well, you know,” He chuckled and could tell that she was gesturing to his body even though he couldn’t see her.

“Mhmm,” Jughead mumbled once more. He felt Betty’s hand clasp his and pull it forward. He stood up unwillingly and let her lead him down the hall into her room. She let go of his hand once she’d stepped through the door and Jughead reluctantly forced his eyelids to flutter open, finding himself staring straight into the depths of Betty’s deep green eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered, knowing that Archie and Veronica wouldn’t be able to hear them if they talked normally but not wanting to risk waking them up.

“Hey,” he whispered back sleepily, a lazy smile on his face. Betty kissed him softly, her eyes closing as she got lost in his lips.

“I love you.” She stepped forward and wrapped her arm around his torso, resting her head on his chest and allowing herself to melt into him. Jughead kissed the top of her head gently before lifting her up and placing on her bed, pulling back the covers and then letting Betty bundle herself up under them. He slid in next to her, draping his arm over her waist and kissing her shoulder one last time before falling asleep once more.

——————–

Jughead woke up in the middle of the morning. The other side of Betty’s bed was empty but from the smell wafting through the half open door she was in the kitchen. He readjust his beanie and wandered sleepily out of the bedroom, only just managing not to trip over his own feet. Betty was standing by the stove flipping pancakes, a sizeable stack already sitting off to the side. Jughead walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“Hey Jug,” Betty giggled as she slipped the pancake out of the pan and onto the top of the stack, double checking it wasn’t burnt before pouring another spoonful of mixture into the pan.

“Hey babe, you sleep well?” Jughead asked groggily, still not quite awake.

“Better than I have in awhile,” Betty admitted, grabbing one of his hands from her waist and kissing it gently. Jughead turned her around and placed a soft kiss on her lips, pulling her in close to him. She held onto him tightly for a moment before untangling herself from Jughead’s arms so she didn’t burn the pancake, giving Jughead the perfect opportunity to swipe the freshest pancake from the top of the stack. Betty playfully hit him on the arm and he munched on the pancake with a satisfied grin, hauling himself up onto the bench and sitting down facing her.

“I can’t believe how good your pancakes are Betts. I swear they get better every time you make them,” Jughead managed to get out between bites, the pancake vanishing in seconds.

“You flatter me Jug, although I think you might be a bit biased,” Betty pointed out as she took the pancake out of the pan.

“And why’s that?”

“Because you love me,” Betty stated, stepping away from the stove.

“If you say so,” Jughead teased, slipping off the bench and kissing her once again, his fingers running through her loose hair.

“Ok, we get it, you love it each other. Any chance we could get some pancakes without the PDA?” Veronica asked playfully as her and Archie entered the room, making their way over to the table which Betty had already set.

“Whatever happened to kissing the chef?” Jughead quipped as he sat down opposite Archie. Betty bought the pancakes over and the all helped themselves.

“You guys ready for the fair this afternoon?” Betty asked as she loaded her pancakes with maple syrup. Everyone else was already eating so there was a momentary silence before Archie answered.

“Ron has an extra cheer practice and I’m not the biggest fan of third wheeling but you guys go ahead.”

“You wouldn’t be third wheeling,” Betty protested.

“B, no offense, but you and Jughead can’t keep your hands off each other for more than about three seconds. At least when Archiekins and I are with you we can find other stuff to do but if it was just him and you two for a whole afternoon, he would be the very definition of a third wheel,” Veronica pointed out. Betty felt Jughead move his hand off her thigh under the table, her cheeks turning a deep red.

“Really Betty, don’t worry about it,” Archie reassured Betty. She sent a desperate look at Jughead who just shrugged, perfectly happy that he got to spend the afternoon alone with his girlfriend.

“Only if you’re sure Arch.”

“I’m sure Betty. Honestly, don’t worry about it. We hung out together last night anyway,” Archie reassured Betty once more. She sent him an apologetic smile before taking another bite of her pancakes. The four of them laughed and chatted as the pancakes disappeared, leaving all of them happy without a trace of hunger.

——————–

Lunchtime came around quickly and Archie and Ronnie headed off so Archie could drop her off at cheer on his way back home. Jughead and Betty got changed out of their pyjamas and headed off to Greendale, stopping off at Pop’s on the way for burgers despite having eaten them the night before.

The trip wasn’t very long but Betty could have sworn it passed in the blink of an eye. Whenever she was with Jughead time seemed to speed up and all she wanted was for it to slow down. She knew better than anyone that their time together was limited so she wanted to make the most of every second they spent together, even if those seconds seemed to fly out the window.

They could hear the music and noise of the fair from a mile away and managed to get a park close to the entrance. Jughead chuckled to himself at the way Betty’s face lit up when they got into the fair, finding everything colourful and exciting.There were people everywhere and Jughead subconsciously draped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed her quickly. Betty realised what he was doing and placed a small kiss on his cheek, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walked along the dirt path.

“Are you any good with rides Betts,” Jughead asked, nearly yelling to be heard over the noise surrounding them.

“Love them. You’re gonna have to drag me away from here,” Betty quipped, bumping into his side as he laughed.

“Good to know. I’m normally ok with them but I won’t go on anything that goes upside down,” Jughead told her.

“I guess we won’t be going on that one then.” Betty pointed to an attraction on the opposite side of the fair. It was a long metal structure with seats on either end. The people in the seats were screaming and yelling as they were spun around in a giant circle, the seats wobbling precariously. Jughead’s face went pale at the sight of it and Betty giggled softly at his reaction.

“I’ll take that as a no then,” Betty teased. “Why don’t we start off with the ferris wheel?” She suggested. Jughead started leading them towards it in lieu of a response, paying for their tickets before joining the queue.

“I wonder if we’ll be able to see Riverdale from here,” Betty pondered out loud. “Or maybe even Sweetwater!” Jughead kissed her quickly, aware of the people around them but unable to help himself when she looked as gorgeous as she did in that moment. Betty smiled as his lips left hers.

“I think Ron was right,” Jughead said, a smile playing on his lips.

“Right about what?” Betty asked as the line inched forward.

“I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to,” Betty replied, kissing him again. Jughead’s smile grew bigger as he pulled her into his side, planting another kiss on the crown of her head. They reached the front of the line moments later, sliding into the empty seats. Betty snuggled into his side as soon as they left the ground, her eyes dancing all around them as though she couldn’t decide what to look at. The ferris wheel jolted around in a large circle. Giving them a long moment at the very top. Sure enough, Riverdale was visible just beyond the tree line of the forest bordering Sweetwater river.

“Betts, there’s our campground,” Jughead said softly, pointing to a large field just in front of the trees. Betty shifted slightly so she could look at them.

“Our campground?” Betty queried, her eyebrows raised.

“Well, yeah. You know it’s … it’s like our place. I mean, we have that rock by Sweetwater and we kind of have th-” Betty broke him off with a kiss, knowing that if she didn’t stop him he’d start rambling even more than he already was.

“I like having places just for us,” Betty said quietly, leaning back into his side.

“I love you Betts” Jughead told her, pulling her closer.

“I love you Juggie,” Betty replied with a lovesick smile on her face. In that moment, she couldn’t help but feel like it was just the two of them, the rest of the world spread out below them in such a picturesque manner that it almost felt as if nothing bad could ever happen to them. The only probably was that it can, and it would in exactly 12 weeks. Betty suddenly felt slightly sick to her stomach and it had nothing to do with the ride.

——————–

Betty dragged Jughead into a photobooth as soon as their feet touched the ground.

“Everything ok babe?” Jughead asked as he noticed the urgency with which Betty was moving. She looked up at him slightly dazed, almost as if she wasn’t quite with him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just really want to remember this day,” Betty said, as softly as she could over the noise. She kissed him quickly before pulling back the curtain of the booth and pulling him inside. She fumbled with her wallet and put some cash into the machine.

“Are you sure that’s all? If it’s because of the crowds or something we can come back another time,” Jughead suggested, his voice laced with concern. Betty reached across and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. He lifted his hand up and rested it over hers, intertwining their fingers.

“It’s nothing to do with that it’s just … don’t worry about it. We can talk about it later ok? I promise I’m fine.” Betty leaned forward and kissed him gently. She had intended for it to be quick so they could take the photos but Jughead had a different idea. He untangled their fingers and cupped her face, pulling her closer. They pulled away slowly, reluctantly, both of them gasping for air.

“I love you Betty, don’t ever forget that,” Jughead said quietly, looking into her eyes as his thumb stroked her cheek. She leant into his touch and closed her eyes for just a moment, wanting nothing more than to live in this feeling until the end of time.

“I won’t,” Betty breathed out, not quite sure how to show him how true she hoped their words were. They stayed like that for a moment longer before breaking out of their bubble.

“How does this work? Is there a button or something you press?” Betty asked as she looked around the small booth.

“I’m pretty sure it starts taking photos once you put the money in,” Jughead replied, searching for a list of instructions or something which could help them. Betty stood up and pulled back the curtain, basking them in the warm sunlight. Sure enough, right there in the plastic box, was a small sheet of photos. Betty looked at them and gasped, Jughead joining her seconds later to see what had happened, his hand automatically lifting to the small of her back as he stood beside her.

The photos were perfect. Even though there were only four they seemed to force the emotion onto whoever was looking at them. The first photo was of both of them facing each other, Jughead’s mouth open as he talked. Betty could see the love in his eyes as he stared at her, the intensity of his gaze somewhat comforting. The second showed Betty with her hand on Jughead’s cheek, his hand resting on top of hers and their fingers almost intertwined. The third was of them kissing, somehow all of the words Betty couldn’t say were shown on that piece of paper and it was overwhelming. The final picture showed Jughead with his hand on Betty’s face, her eyes closed as she leant against him. She looked calm, peaceful, the complete opposite of how she’d felt before she stepped into that booth.

“Thank you Jug,” Betty said as she leant up and kissed his cheek. He smiled down at her before replying.

“Anytime babe.”

——————–

They spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the fair, hand in hand, and doing all of the rides they came across. Betty purposely steered them away from the very end of the fair, knowing that Jughead would probably be sick he he got too close to the ride she’d pointed out when they first arrived. The sun hung low in the sky by the time that got back to the truck, both of them still high on adrenaline from everything they’d done that afternoon. Betty put her hands into the front of her sweatshirt and pulled out the strip of photos they’d taken in the photo booth, stroking her fingers over the glossy paper.

“Is now a good time to talk babe?” Jughead asked as he took note of her expression, remembering the conversation they’d been having mere hours ago.

“Can you pull over up here? I want to watch the sunset.” Jughead nodded in understanding, pulling off onto the side of the road, grateful for the lack of traffic. He hopped out of the front and walked around to the back, opening the tailgate and helping Betty climb into the bed of the truck. He got in after her and grabbed the blanket that they always left back there, wrapping it around their shoulders as he sat down next to her.

“What’s going on?” He asked softly after they’d sat in silence for a few minutes. The sun had dipped below the tree line by the time she answered, the soft yellows and oranges streaked the purple sky and cast her face in an ethereal light. If he didn’t know her any better he’d almost say that she looked peaceful but he could see the torment in her eyes.

“I leave in exactly three months,” Betty stated, looking out over the trees. “I leave in three months and I am so excited to go home and see Polly, and Kevin, and all of my other friends and family but then seeing them means that I have to leave you. I’ll have to leave you and V and Archie and I can’t imagine my life without you three in it.” She finally turned to face him and Jughead could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Then we’ll have to make these the best three months of your entire life,” Jughead said with a small smile, trying to keep himself from thinking about her leaving. He reached forward and cupped her face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe her cheeks of the few tears that had managed to escape. “I am so grateful that I met you Betts, even if it’s only for 10 months. The time that we’ve spent together has already been so amazing and I love you so much. I don’t know what’s going to happen with us when you … when you go back home but we’ll figure it out, ok? We’ll figure it out.” Jughead almost sounded like he was reassuring himself as he continued to wipe her cheeks, Betty unable to fight off the tears any longer. “Is that why you were acting weird in the photo booth?” Betty nodded and leant into his shoulder, needing to be closer to him.

“It suddenly hit me that this is all coming to an end even though all I want to do is for it to carry on forever.” Betty started tracing mindless patterns on his leg as she looked out at the purple sky, the light of the sun almost gone.“I feel like I’m always crying on you,” She said with a watery laugh.

“There’s no one else I’d rather have ruin my shirts,” Jughead joked, causing both of them to laugh. They laughed until they’d run out of breath, not because of Jughead’s remark but just because it gave them something to do other than cry. The darkness of the sky overhead revealed a field of stars and they lay down on their backs, Jughead’s feet dangling off the end of the truck. Betty rested her head on his chest as she looked up at the sky, trying to find a new constellation.

“I can see a crown,” Jughead said after a while, having figured out what Betty was doing after the last time they’d been stargazing together. He lifted his arms from around her shoulder to point it out. Betty curled further into his as she realised what he was doing, tears threatening to spill from her eyes once more at the simple gesture.

“I can’t believe you remember,” Betty said in disbelief.

“Of course I remember. It was something important to you so how could I forget?” Jughead stated as if it were the most logical thing in the world. His fingers moved up to run through her hair and they kept staring up into the darkness, looking for patterns in the light.

Once the heat of the sun had run away, they silently decided that it was time to go home. They sat up and unwrapped themselves from the blanket, walking back around the truck and hopping inside. Jughead kept his hand on her knee the whole trip home as Betty stared out the window, watching the fields whiz past as they sped through the darkness.

——————–

Riverdale came into view much too quickly, the black of the night only interrupted by the occasional streetlight, most of Riverdale’s residents having gone to bed hours ago. They drove past Pop’s and saw Archie’s car in the parking lot, both of them spotting a familiar redheaded jock and raven haired princess sitting in the window. They kept driving and Jughead pulled up outside the Pembrook. He turned to say goodnight to Betty but she bet him to it.

“Do you want to come inside?” Jughead sent her a look telling her that she already knew the answer before opening the truck door and following her into the building. She unlocked the door and led him inside, heading straight for her room.

“I can’t stay tonight sorry Betts. Fred already asked me to help out on the site tomorrow and I figure it’s the least I can do after spending the last few days with you,” Jughead said as they walked down the hall.

“Can you just … read to me for a bit or something? I don’t want you to leave just yet,” Betty said quietly, meeting his eye briefly before turning away to find her pyjamas. Jughead wordlessly walked over to her small bookshelf, trying to pick a book as she got changed.

“How does ‘The Princess Bride’ sound?” Jughead asked as he pulled it off the shelf.

“As you wish,” Betty quipped with a cheeky grin as she got under her duvet, wrapping the blankets around her. Jughead slipped his shoes off and then came and sat next to her, lifting his arm so she could fit under it comfortably which she did without instruction. Jughead’s calming voice carried out across the large room, Betty’s eyelids drooping as he got carried away with the story.

By the time he’d finished the second chapter her breathing had evened out. He kissed Betty’s forehead gently before carefully sliding off the bed. He laced up his shoes and then noticed a blank piece of paper sitting by her bed. He grabbed a pen off her desk and wrote a quick note, putting it back beside her bed where she would find it in the morning. He kissed her forehead once more before slipping out the door and driving back to the Andrews household.

——————–

Archie snuck into his room just minutes after Jughead arrived. He jumped when he saw Jughead sitting on his bed, not expecting to see him.

“Jeez Jug, you scared me,” Archie exclaimed, one hand flying to his chest as though his heart exaggeratedly. Jughead chuckled at his reaction and closed his laptop.

“I can be pretty scary when I’m typing, I agree,” Jughead quipped. “How was your date with Veronica?”

“How did you know about that?” Archie asked as he tossed his bag into a corner.

“Betty and I saw you guys when we drove past Pop’s on the way home from Greendale.”

“Oh, right. Yeah it was good. It wasn’t anything major but it was nice to spend some time with her after everything that she’s had going on,” Archie said as he toed off his shoes, flopping onto his bed.

“Is she doing ok?” Jughead questioned. Him and Veronica may not be best friends but he still cared about her, no matter how little he chose to show it.

“She’s ok. I think she’s still a bit overwhelmed by everything but she’s coping better. The investiga- things should settle down in a couple of weeks so hopefully she’ll feel a bit better then.”

“I hope Ron gets better, it’s weird to see her so quiet. I know Betty’s been really worried about her but you’re helping more than you know Arch.”

“I know but I still feel like I’m not doing enough. Betty’s been great. She seems to know how to act around Ron and I guess with her anxiety she probably knows how to handle it a bit better than we do.”

“Yeah she’s pretty amazing,” Jughead said with an absent minded smile. “By the way, we’re helping your dad tomorrow morning.” Archie groaned loudly and lay down on his bed.

“I should probably get some sleep then. I know you can stay up all hours and not get tired but if I turn up looking like a zombie Dad’s gonna kill me,” Archie said seriously and Jughead chuckled, knowing that there was a great amount of truth behind Archie’s words.

“Fair enough. Night Arch.”

“Night Jug.”

——————–

Betty woke up the following morning, checked her phone, saw that it was eight in the morning, and then went back to sleep. When she actually woke up an hour later she went to reach for her phone again but found herself grasping a piece of paper she didn’t remember putting there the night before. Brow furrowed in confusion, she grabbed it and held it up against the low light that was filtering in through her curtains.

This is true love. You think this happens every day?

Her heart fluttered with excitement as she read the familiar handwriting, immediately recognising the words. She pulled back her covers and walked over to her desk, grabbing some tape before returning to her bed and sticking the note right above the last one. Betty smiled as she read his words once more, running her fingers over the ink before grabbing her phone once more.

Betts: I will never love again

#exchange romance #bughead fanfiction #bughead fluff #betty cooper #jughead jones #veronica lodge #archie andrews #just another fic where there are magically no parents #kiwi!betty #exchange student!betty

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💖Valentine’s (Birth)day- Golden Trio Era: Draco

Request:  hey can i get an imagine with Draco x reader where the readers birthday is on valentine's day but Draco never liked the holiday so he treats it as a normal day. because of this the reader gets all upset but he makes it up to her! THANK YOU!! (my bday is on valentine's day so this is something that i can see happen!!)

A/N: A massive HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the lovely @legit-trash-bro, I hope you have a wonderful day and have enjoyed this, and the rest of the spam! 

"What day is it today?" she asks the blonde haired boy on February 14th, voice filled with anticipation and concealed hope. 

"If you're expecting some soppy shit for Valentine's Day, I'm sorry love, but it's not happening. That holiday is pointless," he answers courtly, his statement followed by a chuckle. 

"Oh for the love of Merlin, Draco, you really are clueless, aren't you?" he feigns shock at the frown on her face and the frustration in the sound of her voice, smiling to himself as the pretty girl storms away, the stomps of her feet echoing through the emptied hallway. When she's out of sight, he turns to walk towards the Slytherin common room, breathing a sigh of relief, his impish smile never fading. 

"Pansy, why are you dragging me in there?" Y/N protests, questioning her friend's sudden need to grab her by the hand in the middle of the library and guide her to the Slytherin common room. 

"Oh shut up and just trust me, will you?" Pansy retorts, slightly irked at being repeatedly questioned. With a mischievous grin, she opens the door of the common room, giving her a wink as she enters, and closing the door with a thud as soon as she'd entered.

Y/N stands in the common room entrance, completely stunned by the scene before her. Enchanted lanterns float through the air, shining dim, multicoloured rays of light all over the darkened room. A large table is placed in the middle of the room, covered in perfectly wrapped parcels and lit candles and surrounded by y/f/c balloons. In the very centre lies a cake with a birthday wish looped in icing. And there, by the perfectly arranged scene, stands Draco, dressed in a black suit and tie, a bouquet of perfectly arranged flowers in his hand.

Her mouth is agape, but she doesn't notice until he laughs at her reaction, shaking his head lightly. 

"I was going to make it a surprise party," he begins walking towards her, "but seeing as it's Valentine's Day, I figured it would be better to just keep it to the two of us."

He hands her the bouquet, her mouth still agape as she accepts it, and attempts to mutter a thank you, only managing an odd, stuttering noise.

"What? You didn't think I'd forget your birthday, did you?" he gives her a warm, loving smile and places a kiss on her forehead, and before he has the time to do anything else, she throws her flower filled arms around him and presses her lips to his. He feels her mouth spread into a smile and wraps his arms around her waist, and the only sound that can be heard now is the occasional crackle of the flames flickering on candles. 

#valentines day request #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #slytherin #draco malfoy imagine #draco imagine #hp #hp imagine #harry potter imagine #golden trio era #golden trio era imagine #silver trio imagine

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Surprise!

This is a little birthday gift for @xdarkxenergy!! I hope you like it :D

This fanfiction has themes based off of her fanfiction The ELEMENT Project, so if you haven’t read it, check it out!  ---

Fandom: Big Hero 6

Rating: K

Characters: Tadashi Hamada, Hiro Hamada, Fred, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Gogo, Baymax, Aunt Cass....and your lovely OC’s! Danika, Aspen, Ted and Zach! (Yay, I finally wrote something involving them too! :D) 

Word Count: 2,161

Summary: Tadashi and all his friends and family are planning a little surprise...

While the Lucky Cat Cafe was closed, it felt just as busy as any regular day. Everyone was over, trying to finish up certain tasks in a rush. Yet, they all strived for perfection. To them, this day was no ordinary day. It was a day of celebration; of showing someone that they are appreciated. However, if they were to pull off such a surprise, they had to be quick, sneaky and clever. More than anything, they were equally looking forward to the end result of this day.

Tadashi walked down the stairs into the cafe, watching as everyone was working hard. His first instinct was to walk over and check on how his outgoing siblings, Hiro and Danika, were doing.

“Hey, you two,” he stated as he approached them; a hand being gently placed on their upper backs. “How’s the wrapping going?”

The question only earned a groan from his brother. “Awful! Bro, I know why we’re doing this, but why would you put me in charge of wrapping? You know how bad I am at this.”

Across the table came a cheerful giggle from their sister. “It’s really not that hard once you get the hang of it. Here, let me help.” Danika moved the present Hiro was working on closer to her. “Your problem is folding the sides in. You have to fold them like this,” she explained, showing her barely older brother the technique of present wrapping. 

As appreciative as Hiro could have been, he instead rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I’ve been doing that this whole time!” He exclaimed, growing impatient. “Maybe I should invent a robot that wraps presents perfectly no matter how big or small it is.”

Tadashi chuckled at the idea. Hearing his brother’s constant robotic ideas never failed to lighten his mood. “Not a bad idea, knucklehead. But for today, I would suggest doing it yourself.” The eldest Hamada ruffled Hiro’s hair and placed a quick kiss on top of Danika’s forehead before parting ways. He admired how well his two younger siblings got along. When Danika was first adopted into the family, Tadashi was so unsure of how her and Hiro would get along. The two didn't have the easiest start, but now they were inseparable and Tadashi couldn't be happier.

“Whoa, ‘Dash!” A familiar voice yelled, snapping Tadashi out of his thoughts. Looking down, the Hamada saw his good friends, Fred, Ted and Zach working on some decorations. “You almost stepped on that balloon!” Ted warned, moving it out of the way.

“Sorry,” Tadashi said apologetically. He examined the work area that the trio had created. The floor was covered in decorations that would soon be hung up all around the cafe. “How many balloons are you going to put up?”

“How many balloons did we buy again?” Zach asked, picking up a bag that was full of multicolored balloons.

“About a hundred I think.”

“Well that's how many are going up then!”

Tadashi shook his head, but couldn't help, but laugh. He just knew Ted and Zach would love Fred and vice versa. It was as if they knew each other since birth. They truly were brothers from other mothers.

“Where's the confetti?” Fred asked, frantically searching the area.

“Relax, dude! I got all the confetti we need right here!”

Tadashi’s eyes widened at the sight of how much confetti they had. “Guys! How many bags is that?”

“Only ten. You can never have too much confetti am I right, boys!”

“No way,” someone from behind them said. Looking over, they saw Wasabi who was frowning in disapproval due to the amount of confetti they were planning on using. “That is way too much! Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean up confetti? I do not want to be spending hours after the party cleaning up ten bags worth of this stuff!”

With Wasabi naturally being on cleaning duty, it was understandable why he didn't want too big of a mess to clean up. And with the amount of bags they had, he knew he would have to put a stop to their idea.

“Do you know how confetti works? It gets everywhere!” He shrieked, attempting to persuade his friends to think twice about their decorations. “And this is the cafe! If all ten bags get dumped everywhere, it’ll take months to get every piece out.”

The three exchanged looks with one another, processing their friends’ words.

“So...five bags?” Zach suggested.

Wasabi’s eyes opened in disbelief. “Wha--no! Do you see how much confetti is in each bag?! Do you!? I would normally allow one bag only, but since this is such a special occasion, I’ll let you use two.”

The compromise, while disappointing to them, didn’t stop them for cheering. “Aw man, you’re the best, dude!” Ted stated as Wasabi parted ways from them.

As Wasabi contently walked away, a warm smile formed on Tadashi’s face. Seeing his old and new friends together brought joy to him. They’ve all been close for a long time now, but seeing their friendships stronger than ever was one of the simple things that held Tadashi together.

“Let me know if you need help finishing up that banner. I’m gonna go check on the girls, okay?”

Tadashi walked into the kitchen area of the cafe, witnessing Honey Lemon, Aspen and his aunt, Cass cleaning up a powdery mess. How it ended up all over the counter and floor was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to ask any unnecessary questions. He couldn’t quite place it, whether it being what today was all about or that all of his friends were together in the same room, but he just felt overwhelmed with happiness. Unfortunately a feeling that he doesn’t experience as much these days given his past, but that wasn’t what mattered right now.

“Need some help in here, ladies?” Tadashi offered, grabbing a hold of a mop.

The girls, while slightly startled by Tadashi’s presence at first, couldn’t be happier to see him. Even with the three of them there, they all could admit they could use an extra hand for cleanup.

“Yes, thank you, sweetie.” Cass turned to the oven, announcing the completion of the baked good inside.

“So, what flavor did you decide to use?” Tadashi asked as he drenched the floor with mop water.

“Well, we originally wanted to a flavor that isn’t too standard,” Aspen began to explain, looking oddly disappointed.

Honey Lemon noticed this, and took the initiative to explain the rest. “--but we went with chocolate and played it safe.”

Tadashi placed a hand on Aspen’s shoulder, sending a friendly smile her way. “Hey that’s great. You can never go wrong with a classic flavor. Besides, I’m sure you two will figure out a really great way to decorate it. Though, I have to ask why did you put it in the oven?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have fire powers. I could have baked your cake way faster than the oven.”

His joke earned nothing, but laughter. Accepting his mutation and powers was one of the hardest things he has ever had to overcome. Even to this day, it still surprises him what he can do. But being able to make lighthearted fun out of it was just proof with how far he’s come.

The scent of the cake seemed to hit all their nostrils simultaneously as they all hummed together. “Something tells me this cake is going to be a tasty one,” Cass declared.

In the midst of all the fun they were having, Tadashi noticed that something was a little off. He couldn’t quite place it at first, but then he realized what it was. “Hey...wasn’t Gogo supposed to be working with you?”

“She was, but she decided to be on lookout for our...special guest.”

Tadashi rose an eyebrow, finding it a little concerning that Gogo wanted to be alone. Though, he should have known it would happen sooner or later. Baking had never been her thing. If she didn’t want to help with that, she didn’t have to. The fact that she was here with everyone else today was what truly mattered. It was only a matter of time before the celebration would begin.

Shrugging it off, Tadashi offered if he could be of service for them, but he was dismissed. It was probably for the best since he had to take care of something himself real quick. He had almost forgotten that he needed to activate Baymax. It was just as important for his own invention to be attending this event as it was for everyone else.

By the time he activated him and got him downstairs to the cafe, everything was just about ready. The gifts were all wrapped, the decorations were almost all put up (Ted being in the process of hanging the banner) and the cake was frosted. Tadashi’s heart fluttered in an exciting manner. The party was about to start at any time. Only one person needed to arrive right now and he could hardly wait for that moment.

“Everyone! They’re here!” Gogo yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Everyone froze in their tracks for a second before scrambling to get into place.

“Guys, get over here! Places people!”

The group of friends gathered closely together, facing the door to the cafe. They anxiously waited as they heard footsteps approach. It seemed to take forever for the door to finally open.

But once it opened, they all yelled one thing together.

“Surprise! Happy Birthday, Megan!”

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(Bonus Part! Just for laughs)

The reaction they all received was unforgettable. They successfully surprised a very important person to them all. The party had officially started, and the next few hours would be filled with fun activities. It was certainly going to be a day to remember.

Though, before anyone could embrace the special guest, another group of people barged into the cafe. One was definitely of the human race. Another quite close in looks, but their pointed ears were questionable. There was a blue, masculine creature with a yellow feminine one by his side. Obviously as far from human as one could get. But what was really interesting was the tall, purple guy behind them all.

This group of unknown individuals was never seen by any of the others. Well...except for one. If it wasn’t surprising enough to be in a room by one group of fictional characters and OC’s, another had just made their way in.

“Who are you guys?” Tadashi asked, breaking the uncomfortably quiet silence.

The purple creature took the initiative to apologize on their behalf for barging in. “I am Thace,” he announced to the room of people. “This is Telenum, Rolo, Nyma and Shiro. We have travelled through galaxies to be here on this exact day for uh….x...darkxenergy’s birthday? Is that how I say it?” He asked, earning a polite nod in return.

“Xdarkxenergy? You know that’s not actually her name, right?” Ted asked the purple, bat-looking alien. “It’s Megan. Xdarkxenergy is just a screenname. How do you even know her?”

Rolo chuckled arrogantly in response. “Uh, she only writes the most important story ever. OURS. Ever heard of Heathens?”

“Uh duh! Who doesn’t like that song?”

The answer was enough to make Rolo slap himself in the forehead. “No! That is our story! The story she writes about us!”

“Wait, how do you all know her?” Shiro asked, trying to get some answers himself.

“She’s written a story about all of us too! It’s called The ELEMENT Project. Pretty cool, huh?”

Rolo scoffed. “Sounds kinda lame if you ask me.”

“Oh really?” Danika asked with a smirk growing on her face. “If it’s so lame, then why do we have a sequel?”

“Hey! Our story has only just begun! And its updates are pretty consistent. Let me guess, you guys are lucky to get a new chapter every month or something?”

“We got an update pretty recently thank you very much! Besides, it’s not when a new chapter gets published, it’s the quality of each chapter that matters.”

“Yeah well, at least most of our characters are actual people. She had to create half of you! You won’t even make it in the series I bet.”

Danika went over to Tadashi, whispering something in his ear. “What does he mean by, ‘series’?”

Before anyone else could say anything, the cafe door opened yet again, but this time it was someone the nerd gang and mutants (especial Tadashi) knew.

“Hey guys!” Evie greeted, walking inside the cafe with a neatly wrapped gift. “Sorry for being so late. I got caught up with school work and I had to deal wi--”

Her words got caught off with the scene unfolding in front of her. Most people she knew, but the obvious ones she didn’t. It was then that she felt a thick tension in the air.

“...Am I interrupting something?”

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Aaaand, I’ll leave it there! xD I hope you enjoyed that! I wanted to add that it was sorta a voltron fic too, but I didn’t want to spoil that surprise xD Happy sweet sixteen @xdarkxenergy ! I hope you have a great day! :D

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