“I’m not going to say it back,” Archie whispers. Betty chokes out a sob, but nods and does her best not to collapse against him. “That doesn’t mean what you think, though, Betty.”
She lifts her head slowly, her face wet from tears, and looks up at him with her brows raised. “It doesn’t?”
Archie looks around tentatively, then finds her gaze, holding it, and shaking his head: a firm no. He doesn’t say anything, but he does slide his hands to her cheeks and thumb away her tears. He does rotate his wrists and tip her face up. He does let his eyes search over her features before he leans down and kisses her in a way that makes Betty feel like her whole body has been submerged in a tub of warm water.
Aww, although I’ve only ever seen the first 2.5 seasons, you have no idea how pleased I am to see that apparently Betty and Archie are in fact endgame. This video shows their (long, long) journey beautifully. Childhood best friend ships FTW!
She pulls off her clothes by rote, brain still reeling with gunfire and flying patterns and tactical moves, and steps into the shower block.
Kara freezes, eyes shooting wide open for the first time in two days.
Standing under the nearest faucet, hands on the wall, head bowed under the spray is Lee Adama. Water sluices down his back, between his shoulder blades, over pale skin and bulging muscles, every inch proving that life can indeed imitate art and the CAG’s callsign was no joke.
Naked bodies are generally about as interesting as the bulkheads on a battlestar. Kara never stares, didn’t even when she was rook.
But this is Lee. And she’s wondered for far too long to stop staring now.
Helo stood up and moved closer to Kara, resting a hand on her shoulder. “My point is that Lee isn’t a casual sex kind of guy. He’s gonna want more.”
A warm rush surged in her stomach at Helo’s words, but Kara tamped it down. Because Karl was wrong. She shrugged off his touch, walking over to her desk for no particular reason. “Well, he’s leaving in a few days anyway, so what does it matter?”
“Yeah he is. And you’ll still be here. “ He leveled earnest eyes at her. “Kara, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Kara bit her lip. “I won’t,” she grinned brightly, just a few seconds late. “I can handle this.”
Lee thinks about arguing with her, trying to persuade her that they’re going to make it alive. Instead he says, “Bright, shiny futures are overrated anyway.”
She’s silent for a moment, her elbows resting on her knees, her face half obscured by the shadows. He looks at her from the corner of his eye. He knows she doesn’t want to be protected, but he wants to, he can’t help it.
“And now we can’t even play frakking triad,” she mumbles after a few minutes.
There’s nothing else to do, so he bursts out laughing. Her head whips towards him, surprise flashing briefly on her face, then she joins in. By the time the laughter stops she’s leaning heavily on him, and they’re too close for comfort and he can feel her breath on his lips and really, damn him for not being able to think when she’s looking at him like that, her mouth quirked in a grin and her face framed by messy bangs.
Something sizzles between them, elastic electricity stretching between their bodies. Lee feels her chest heaving; her breasts graze against his arm and they both startle almost guiltily. They don’t stop looking at each other, though; maybe the end of the worlds really is all it takes to bring Lee Adama and Kara Thrace together. It would figure.
Eliza Dooley, being influential and awesome, knows the following three very important things:
The power of a well-timed subtweet
How to apply lip liner in the back of a Lyft
Dawn is the best selfie light
And, of course, though it doesn’t make the list, she also knows all about wanting: about what it feels like to stand at the edge of the world and look in on all the possibilities and discover over and over that she isn’t—she isn’t—enough.
Her older siblings did not laugh anymore, and each smile seemed to be wrenched from them and tear them apart. She asked Susan, one night, to sing her a Narnian song and was met with snapping and anger. Peter gripped the raven haired girl by her wrist and led her away with fire in his eye and anger on his lips, and when Lucy passed the door to his room, she heard shouting and smashing. Her hand hovered above the doorknob for a while before a loud insult broke into a sob and she decided to walk away.
Lucy did not understand.
Edmund looked at them with something akin to pity in his eye, and when she asked him about it, he smiled sadly and gripped her hand tighter, telling her she would understand later.
Did I just rec a vid for the same pairing with the same title? Yes, yes I did. But this one’s just incredible in a completely different way, focusing on the parallels between two beings connected by their shared trauma as much as their history.