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animesshadow · 6 years

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NaMi - A fading smile

It was already late midnight. The guild hall was dark and empty. Well, almost empty. On a lone table there was one person sitting. Darkness surrounded that person since the only light source were two candles on the table. It didn’t look like it bothered the man though. He was just sitting there with a blank expression and drinking one cup after the other.

Just as he wanted to gulp the beer in his refilled mug he was interrupted by the sound of the opening main door. Someone entered the hall and soon after switched the light on.

It was a slim, young woman. She had long, white hair which curled slightly at the ends, with two bangs framing her face and reaching down to her chest. Her hairstyle's most distinctive trait was a short, upward ponytail obtained by gathering and tying the hair covering her forehead. No doubt about it, she was one of Fairy Tail’s most beautiful women. Mirajane Strauss.

Mirajane noticed the lone person sitting at a table on the middle of the guild hall.

“Natsu? What are you doing here at this hour?”

In front of her was a muscular young man of average height with a slightly tan skin tone and spiky pink-colored hair. He wore his widely known white scarf which was decorated with scale-like patterns around his neck. Mira was surprised to see him to say the least.

“Yo Mira”

Natsu didn’t look up and gave her a half-hearted greeting.

“Did you drink all those barrels of beer?”

Mira saw many empty barrels right next to Natsu. They were still wet on the inside which was a sign that they were emptied fairly recently.

“What brings you here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be back home by now?”

Natsu avoided her question. He just now looked up her way. The one thing that caught his attention was a beautiful, expensive looking ring on Mira’s left ring finger. His heart was quickly filled with sadness upon seeing that shiny object on Mira’s hand

“I came here to sort the flowers and the decoration for the after wedding party here at the guild. Tommorow will be a busy day so I thought it was better to do that now.”

Mira answered with a smile thinking about her upcoming wedding in a few days, not noticing Natsu’s frown at that thought.

“I see”

He simply confirmed. A sad, melancholic smile forming on his face.

The Takeover-mage noticed his lack of excitement, lack of happiness even, and made a worried face

“You still didn’t answer my question Natsu. What are you doing here this late? You have been down now for weeks. What’s wrong Natsu?”

Yes, that’s true. Natsu hasn’t been his usual self for the past few weeks. Even though he tried his best not to be sad when his friends are around, it was getting harder and harder every day.

“It’s nothing, really.”

The dragon slayer his best to put on a fake smile and brush off the worries of the white haired beauty in front of him

“I know that’s not true Natsu. Happy said you he heard you crying yourself to sleep the past few nights and that you barely ate anything. You rarely show up at the guild and when you’re here you just sit there and drink all the time. Not even Erza, Lucy or Wendy know what’s going on with you.”

Natsu was a bit pissed off that his best friend sold him out like that but he just couldn’t really blame Happy for what he did. Natsu knew Happy was just worried about him.

“It really pains me to see you like this. Please, Natsu, you can tell me what’s wrong.”

Mira eyes got misty and Natsu realized she was holding back her tears. He hated himself for making Mira worry that much about him. She was getting married soon. She should be the happiest girl in the world right now, but there she was on the verge of tears. All that because of him.

Everything came back up. That one thing he was so desperately trying to forget has surfaced back in an instant.

*FLASHBACK*

Natsu was restless. He was sitting at the table with his team but he didn’t bother engaging in any of their conversation. After getting “It’s nothing” answered every time they tried to ask Natsu what’s wrong, they soon stopped bothering and went on with their own business.

‘Lisanna said Mira is on a date right now but she should be back any minute’ the fira mage thought. He was waiting eagerly for the barmaid to return.

‘Today I will tell her how I feel about her! I know it may be a dick move since she is currently in a relationship but I just have to tell her how I feel. I have been holding back these feeling for far too long. She deserves to know!’ justified Natsu to himself. His leg quickly bounced up and down in impatience.

Just as he thought he couldn’t wait any longer the main door was opened. Mira and Laxus were entering the guild together, Just when Natsu wanted to confront Mira about his feelings he noticed something that made him stop dead in his tracks.

Laxus, who held Mira’s right hand, was smiling like never before. Mira on the other hand had tears running down her cheeks. However, she didn’t look sad at all. On the contrary, she was smiling so bright. She just looked like the happiest she’s been than ever before.

“Everyone.. listen up please.”

Mira’s voice was shaking a bit but still lound and clear for everyone to understand.

“When we were having dinner. It was just so good, the atmossphere was perfect, and the waiters were all looking like they had fun, and the food was great and-”

Mira’s excited babbling was gently cut off by Laxus’ hand on her shoulders.

“Mira, babe, calm down a bit”

Laxus said to his girlfriend making her realize that she was talking nonesense

“Right, dear. To get to the point everyone. Laxus proposed to me.”

She paused for a moment.

“And I said yes!”

Mira excitedly lifted her left hand, showing off the brilliant shining engagement ring to everyone

Everyone fell silent for a second. A few moments after that however everyone in the guild started to scream and cheer at this wonderful news.

The girls of the guild all ran towards Mira and asked about every detail of Laxus’ proposal and their upcoming wedding. Mira was a bit overwhelmed but happy nonetheless.

The boys on the other hand went up to Laxus and joked around like “Say goodbye to half of your stuff” or “It was nice knowing you Laxus”. But they were only joking around. They were truly happy for their fellow S-Rank mage, patting and gently punching his shoulder in acknowledgement.

Overall, everyone was celebrating those big news. Even Erza went up to her former rival with sparkling eyes and euphorically congratulated Mira.

Only Natsu stood there. His expression went blank, all those loud cheers went past his senses. He felt like he was getting sucked into an endless void. With every passing minute he felt more darkness consuming every inch of his heart.

After he felt a tap on his shoulder, Natsu snapped out of his trance.

“Oi Natsu. Are you alright?”

Laxus asked Natsu, slightly worried about the pink-haired mage.

“Oh.. umm.. yeah, those news just shocked me”

“I bet hahaha” Laxus laughed at the confusion of his fellow dragon slayer. “But I wanna ask you something Natsu.”

Laxus got serious again

“Huh.. What is it Laxus?” Natsu was still in disbelief

“You see.. uhmm” Laxus scratched the back of his head. He was a bit hesitant about this. “If you hadn’t stopped me when I started this damn civil war bullshit back then, I wouldn’t have been able to get this far with Mirajane.”

This sudden confession just confused Natsu even more, but he remained silent and listened on.

“What I wanna say is... Do you want to be my best man?”

Laxus proposed still a bit hesitant to show any kind of emotion towards someone that wasn’t Master or Mirajane but still, Laxus wouldn’t want any other person to be his best man. Laxus would never admit it but he considered Natsu one of his closest friend after his fight with him during the civil war.

Gears started to turn and grind in Natsu’s head trying to comprehend what Laxus just said. ‘Me? The best man? While Laxus is marrying the only woman I love?’ but he was snapped out of his thoughts by Laxus’ voice

“Oh.. yeah, sure... Of course I’m gonna be your best man. I will make sure this is gonna be the best weeding ever! I’m all fired up for it”

the fire dragon slayer tried to sound as passionate and enthusiastic as possible.

“Great, man. Thanks a lot. You’re the best Natsu”

Laxus smirked. After he gave Natsu a pat on his back he walked back to his fiancée.

Natsu looked their way. After a while Mira noticed Natsu glimpse at their direction, she put on a bright smiled and gently waved at him. After that Mira shifted her attention to Laxus who just grabbed her by her waist.

They looked deep into each other’s eyes. They simled at each other for what felt like minutes and gave each other a small kiss. At that point everyone, including Natsu, knew, they were happy together.

Natsu realized now. He would never tell Mira about his feelings. He had no right anymore to stay in their way towards happiness. They were the happiest people ever right now and that would not fade away in near future, maybe never.

If he ever had a chance to be with Mira up until now, it was gone for good now. It was too late now. At that moment, after he realized just that, something irreparably broke inside of him.

*FLASHBACK END*

Mira looked at Natsu with tired but worried eyes. She must have been so busy the last few days to prepare everything for the upcoming wedding which was going to be in a few days.

Natsu’s heart broke at the sight of Mira that was genuinely worried about his wellbeing while still overworking herself a lot to make the wedding perfect.

He knew he had to do something. He just couldn’t watch her like this anymore. Natsu pulled all his strength to act as natural as he could

“You know when Laxus chose me to be his best man, I was worried. I have no idea what I have to do to fulfill this important role. It is important to me, ya know. You two are very important to me and everytime I asked Laxus if I could help with anything he just said he is fine.”

Natsu looked up at Mira for the first time in what felt like ages.

“Because you are so important to me I wanted to make sure you had the best and most spectacular wedding Magnolia, no Fiore has ever seen! Yet here I am unable to do anything while you two are working your asses off. Even Erza is helping so much she barely visits the guild anymore.”

Natsu explained. It wasn’t actually a lie what he said. He really was worried that he did way less to help them than others did. But in the end, that wasn’t what really depressed him. He had to watch as the only person he ever loved was marrying someone else. That was only natural, wasn’t it. Natsu hid his feelings all the time and never trying to make a step forward.

‘She will be happy with Laxus. It’s for the best.’ Natsu justified his lack of action since Mira’s and Laxus’ engagement.

Natsu hoped that by revealing the tip of the iceberg Mira would be relieved and went on with everything else.

Mira looked at the dragon slayer, still with a worried look. After a while she sighed in relief and smiled

“So that’s it? You really had me worried a lot about you these past few days you know.”

Mira eyes lit up again and every trace of tears in her eyes vanished.

“You don’t have to worry about that too much, Natsu. I know you will do a great job. The best ‘best man’ if that makes sense.”

She chuckled delighted as she found out Natsu was overthinking rather small details.

“Hehe, yeah.. you’re probably right”

Natsu put on a small smile and tried his best to act authentic

“And if you really wanna help out that much then you can help me sorting the flowers and decorations right now”

An encouraging smile made its way on Mira’s face. Usually the barmaid was the best and could see right through everyone like they were transparent but this time Natsu seemed to be able to deceive her enough. Maybe that’s because she was tired of all the preparations or because she was so happy with Laxus that she didn’t bother a second thought.

“Yeah sure, I could do that.”

Natsu couldn’t help but feel a bit happy. The last time he had time to talk to Mira and be with her alone felt like it was a long time ago.

“Great. Follow me then. I hope you aren’t tired because this will probably take a while”

The barmaid said playfully walking towards the storage room of the guild. Apparently Laxus and Mira put everything there after the order arrived but because there was lots of other things to do they just put it in the room without any order. That’s why someone had to sort the mess now so the after wedding party could be organised quickly the night before the actual wedding.

Natsu knew his beloved Mirajane was getting married soon. She was going to marry Laxus, someone other than him. It broke his heart every time he thought about that.

“I love you Mira...”

Natsu silently mumbled to himself.

Mira turned her head around and looked at Natsu

“Did you say something?”

Mira didn’t seem to hear Natsu’s silent confession.

“No, it’s nothing.”

“Then get over here already, we have a lot to do”

Mira called out to him. She already stood in front of the door of the storage room.

Natsu ran up to her and smiled sheepishly.

“If you ever need a hand, I will always be there for you, ya know” Natsu stated with a gentle voice.

His voice was more gentle and warm than ever. She never heard Natsu speak in such a compassionate tone before which surprised Mira.

Still oblivious to the deeper meaning of Natsu’s words, she opened the door and walked in.

Natsu followed soom after. After Mira explained how to sort all this stuff they silently did their work.

A bit of sadness rised up in Natsu as he knew that this was probably the last time ever he will spend with Mira alone. Recognizing that he tried to enjoy every last second of this moment.

They did not speak much because both of them was busy with their work but every now and then Natsu caught himself staring at Mirajane. She was just so beautiful that she looked like an angel from another world. Even now he couldn’t help himself but love her with all his heart.

All this time Natsu could feel a small but honest smile on his face.

A smile that would fade away forever soon.

To be continued(?)

Tell me your thoughts about this one and whether there should be a continuation or not. I know it’s a bit depressing but I still hope you like it. :D

#Natsu x Mirajane #NaMi #One-Shot??

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teapotfiction · 7 years

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Drive Away With Me

Since @sweaters-and-crowns asked, here’s my take on what happened between Betty and Jughead driving off together, and the final scene.

(Truth be told I’m not 100% sure about this, but I can’t place my finger on it, and short of rewriting the whole thing I don’t know how to fix it. So, please be gentle with me.)

Betty sat in the passenger seat as Jughead sped off. What had she done? Did he even want her here? Getting in the car had seemed like the right thing to do; but now she was here, she didn’t know what to say to him.

His hand gripped around the steering wheel and he stared straight ahead; his anger pulsing through him. But anger at what? Archie? Her? The Ghoulies? Everything?

There was a time where she’d have known, instinctively, what was upsetting him. But not now. A few weeks and a lifetime of experiences had changed their relationship forever. She knew that. But she had to try.

‘Jug…’ she started, and then words failed her.

‘Where to Betty?’ The ball was in her court. She wet her lips before speaking.

‘Just keep driving. Let’s get out of Riverdale.’

For a split second, he looked sideways at her and she thought she saw his mouth twitch. The moment passed so quickly she wasn’t sure if it was real.

‘As you wish, Cooper.’ He pressed hard on the accelerator. Both hands still on the wheel, face determinedly looking forward. His shoulders rose and fell in a regular rhythm as he took deep breaths, trying to control himself. Betty ached to lean across and touch his arm, his leg - anything - to calm him, to reassure him.

But she didn’t think that was her place right now. Not now. Not if he had someone else to be that person for him now.

She knew she had no place feeling it, she’d been the one to break up with him after all, but she was hurt too.

She pushed that from her mind and tried to speak again.

‘Juggie…’ she started. ‘I know you’re angry -’

‘Why did you say it?’ he cut off her off. ‘Before I got in the car, why did you say… what you said?’

‘What?’

‘Did you mean it? Or did you just say it so I wouldn’t do anything stupid during the race? So I’d come back.’

‘What? Jug? I wouldn’t.’

‘You would Betty, I know you. And more to the point, you know me. You’d do anything to protect people - including lie. So tell me, why did you say it?’

‘Because it’s true.’ she said, simply. ‘And I wanted you to know. I didn’t know what was going to happen after the race - I still don’t. And I couldn’t let you go on thinking that I didn’t love you. Because I do. I never stopped.’

Jughead hardened his jaw and he gripped tightly onto the steering wheel. Betty glanced at him, but he didn’t react. ‘I’m sorry Jughead. I never wanted to hurt you. And I want to explain if you’ll let me. I know it’s too late but…’

‘Okay then, explain.’ his reply was a monotone.

Betty shook her head. Jughead noticed and rolled his eyes. ‘Of course.’

‘No, I will explain. Just… Once we’re past the boundary.’

‘Enigma.’ he muttered but drove on. They sat in uncomfortable silence.

Eventually Jughead swallowed hard as he took a turn towards the highway. ‘I wish I could hate you. Or not even that. Just not be in lo- whatever. It might make things easier.’

Betty blinked away the tears that sprung to her eyes at his harsh words. Any faint hope she still had fading.

‘I’m sorry Jug. All I wanted to do was protect you. But I shouldn’t have sent Archie. I should have talked to you instead. I should have…’ the words tumbled out because she couldn’t bear the silence anymore. They were on the highway now, the Welcome To Riverdale sign disappearing in the rear view mirror.

‘Yeah. You should have done. It hurt, Betty. It hurt so much.’

‘I wish I could take it back.’ she whispered. ‘I wish we had just run away. Left the town behind us.’

‘Like we’re doing now?’ Jughead raised an eyebrow.

‘Almost.’ she replied, softly.

He turned off the motorway, and followed the road, not knowing where he was going. Silence ensued again. Betty almost told him he was grinding the gears too much - just so that she had a reason to speak, but she decided against it. The terseness, the not quite speaking, was so much worse than the silence. She sat on her hands to stop her from balling them up into fists - or worse, reaching over to him.

‘There’s a diner over there?’ she suggested, spotting some neon lights.

‘I don’t want to eat with you.’ came his response, but he pulled up into the parking lot anyway.

‘I understand that.’ She unclipped her seatbelt and turned to face him. He did the same but continued staring ahead, not ready to look her in the eye.

‘I never stopped loving you Jug. You’ve got to believe me. That’s why I had to send Archie because… I knew you’d see right through it if I tried to do it. But I should start at the beginning.’ She paused to re-compose her features. Tears were far too close, but she had to get through it.

‘The Black Hood phoned me.’ Jughead’s head whipped around and he stared at her in horror. ‘Several times. He said that if I was loyal to him and did what he asked then no one would get hurt anymore.’

‘What did he ask?’ When Jughead spoke this time, his tone had changed. It was softer, and it looked like he was trying to connect the dots.

‘He made me publish the article about my mom. And he said I had to separate myself from Veronica - and -’

‘Betty, I saw you after you published that article, why did you tell me?’

‘Why didn’t you tell me about the Serpents?’ she countered. ‘I know I shouldn’t have kept it from you, but I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets, Jug.’

‘I didn’t want you to worry.’

Betty pulled a face. ‘Ditto.’ She sighed. ‘The Black Hood told me I had to end it with you. He said if I didn’t cut you out of my life, he’d do it for me. And I couldn’t take that risk. I knew I had to do it in a way that meant you wouldn’t want to see me again. That’s why…. Because if I’d done it via text you’d have shown up at my door and that would have been too dangerous, Juggie. He’d have seen you. He’d have hurt you. He’d have hurt others.’

Jughead shook his head. ‘Hence the desire to be out of Riverdale. You really couldn’t think of any other way Betts? You couldn’t just text me? You couldn’t give me a call? Explain? Let me help you come up with a plan with you?’

‘Like you were doing with me, you mean?’ Jughead flinched. Betty hadn’t meant it to come out so sharp and regretted it instantly. ‘No. I couldn’t.’

‘What - was he tracking your phone or something?’ He snarked back at her.

‘Yeah, I think he was, actually.’ she said in a very small voice. ‘He was watching me. You don’t understand Juggie. He knows everything about me. He knows how I work, he knows what I’ve been doing, he’s not just watching me, he’s - I don’t even know what the word is - it was like he was ten steps ahead of me all the time. He’d have known if I’d tried to send you a message. Don’t you see?’

‘Betty’ Jughead groaned.

‘I’d hoped we could walk it back.’ She admitted, realising how stupid the words sounded now, in light of everything.

‘And has he left you alone now, since you did everything he asked?’

A tear fell down Betty’s cheek as she shook her head once. ‘No’.

‘Betty? What happened?’

She shook her head. She didn’t want to remember this bit.

‘Tell me Betty. Tell me.’

‘He promised - He promised to tell me who he was. So, that night, after everything had happened, I went to meet him. He told me to go to this abandoned house about a mile away.’

‘You’re serious? You went to meet that - that - psychopath? A psychopath who is obsessed with you? In the middle of the night at an abandoned house? What were you thinking?’ Jughead almost shouted at her, his eyes flicked between hers and he shifted closer towards her. ‘Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Have you never seen a scary movie - ever? It literally never goes well for the blonde girl going out at night. Have you any idea what it’d have done to your parents? To Archie? To Veronica? To me? If something had happened to you? Why would you do that Betty?’

She looked at her lap, startled by his violent reaction. Tears fell down her face, landing on her legs.

‘I didn’t care about myself.’ she spoke quietly. ‘I just wanted - needed - his games to be over. I thought that whatever happened to me, I’d have enough time to tell someone - to reveal his name so that other people would be safe.’

She looked up when she felt Jughead’s hand on her shoulder. His fingers grasped hold of her, squeezing her as if he was scared she was about to run away from him.

‘Promise me Betty, promise me, that you’ll never put yourself in danger like that again. Anything could have happened.’ He croaked, with a very strange look in his eyes.

‘He wasn’t there when I got there.’ Betty sniffed. ‘But there was a box, with a mask in it - like his. He made me put it on and look in the mirror.’ she paused. ‘He said we were the same.’

‘No. Betty you’re nothing like him.’

‘I am.’ She cried. ‘I am. He asked me to give him a name or he’d hurt Polly. And I did.’ Her face crumbled. Jughead leaned in towards her, moving his hand from her shoulder to cup her face instead. Betty leaned into it, welcoming the comfort it brought. She allowed herself a moment to imagine that it was all going to be okay.

‘Betty. Listen to me. You are not the same as the Black Hood. You’re good. You don’t hurt people.’

‘I hurt you. And my mom. And Veronica.’

‘Because he made you.’ Jughead reached across with his other hand to hold her face, making her look up at him. ‘You are a good person, Betty Cooper.’

Their faces were so close now, she could almost feel him breathing. She wanted to much to lean into his mouth, to kiss him and say she loved him. It should have been the most natural thing in the world.

Jughead hesitated. He was so close to kissing her. To telling her that none of it mattered. But he stopped himself, just in time. Instead, he leant his forehead on hers. He swallowed hard, and then leaned back. Dropping his hands to his side, he twisted his mouth before speaking.

‘I should have told you about the Serpents.’

Betty nodded. ‘Why didn’t you?’

He sighed. ‘I was scared if I told you I’d lose you.’ He laughed once. ‘Should have realised that would backfire on me. I knew you didn’t approve, and honestly, I guess I knew it was a stupid idea. I didn’t want you to worry.’

‘Jug.’ Her voice was so sad.

‘You’d have tried to stop me, and I didn’t want to be stopped. I did it to keep you safe. You, Archie, Veronica… Even your parents. Toni told me that my dad was the peacekeeper. Without him they were - it doesn’t matter what they were going to do - but it wouldn’t have been good. I thought I could stop that happening.’

‘You could have told me this.’

‘Could I? You’d have let me stick my hand in a snake’s cage and run the gauntlet?’ He replied, sardonically.

‘The gauntlet?’

Jughead gestured to his face. ‘Let’s just say, it’s probably best that you didn’t see me the day after.’

Now it was Betty’s turn to touch his face, her fingers lightly skimming over the cuts and bruises that had faded, but were still all too visible. ‘What did they do to you Jug?’

‘It’s a stupid initiation thing. It’s in the past.’ He smiled at her, sadly. ‘What a mess.’

‘A complete mess.’ Betty twisted her mouth. ‘When did we stop communicating?’

‘I don’t know.’ He replied, truthfully and Betty could hear the sadness in his tone.

‘Is it too late?’ She wondered out loud before she could stop herself. She was too exhausted to play games any more. Even if it hurt, she needed to know the truth.

Jughead’s face dropped. He shut his eyes and pulled a face which almost wincing before he leaned back into his seat and away from Betty. Her hand, no longer touching his face, hovered in mid air for a minute before she gathered control of herself and adjusted her position. She sat up straight, hands in her lap, face down - in her brace position for the upcoming impact.

Nothing could be as bad as the first time, she tried to tell herself. At least this time she was with him. Talking to him herself. Able to tell him everything she wanted to. Even if the ending didn’t go her way.

Jughead, still with his eyes shut, eventually spoke. His voice was hoarse. ‘There’s something else I need to tell you.’

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Betty couldn’t speak, her heart raced, anxiety flooded through her body. It seemed like a century before Jughead spoke again. He sounded apologetic.

‘I kissed Toni.’

Oh.

Of course, she’d seen them in Pop’s together laughing and smiling. But she’d assumed, naively that that was just the very start. A moment when he’d realised that maybe there was a spark between them. And that had broken her heart because she couldn’t be angry. She loved him, but he didn’t know her plan. She wanted him to be happy above all else. It’s broken her heart because it meant he’d given up hope for them, and he was beginning his search for something else. She’d never anticipated it would take such a short amount of time. With her, it’d been months in between him realising he wanted her and actually striking up the courage. They’d only been apart a week. How could he have moved on so quickly?

She realised he was staring at her and she had to think of something to say. How could she possibly find the words? Her fists balled up until she felt the prick of nail against skin. She didn’t apply the pressure yet. She was just ready. His eyes flicked down as he noticed what she was doing. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it.

‘When?’ Was all she could manage, when what she wanted to say was ��how could you not know I still loved you?’ Or ‘can’t you see my heart is breaking all over again?’. But she knew that it wouldn’t be fair to say either of those things so she held her tongue.

‘Later on that night. After Archie came by. After the Gauntlet.’

Betty felt sick. That soon? She could never imagine kissing anyone else and yet Jughead could? That thought hit her hard, like someone had punched her and winded her. All her certainties disappeared.

Jughead looked away and hit the steering wheel once with his palm. ‘Goddammit Betty.’ He stared ahead. Then he turned back to her suddenly.

‘It didn’t mean anything. You’ve got to believe me. I was hurt and alone. It’s no excuse but I thought my best friend and my girlfriend wanted nothing to do with me. I was joining the gang who had just beaten me to a pulp and I wasn’t sure if it was worth it anymore. Toni was just there. So when she made it clear she was into it …. I …’

‘Was it just a kiss?’

Jughead shook his head.

‘You slept with her?’ Betty’s face was calm, assuming the mask she’d worn with everyone else apart from Jughead for as long as she could remember. Only her eyes revealed her true sadness. She didn’t even want to hear the answer. She felt compelled to ask; to get all the hurt out of the way in one go.

‘No. I didn’t sleep with her. But there was more than kissing. I -’

‘I don’t want the details Jug.’ She twisted her mouth, cutting him off before she heard too much.

‘It didn’t mean anything Betty. I promise you. The entire time it felt wrong because it wasn’t you. I wish I hadn’t done it. I’m so sorry.’

‘You don’t have to be sorry. We were broken up.’

‘But it hurt you, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted.’

Betty bit her lip and nodded once, her eyes wide.

‘Okay.’

Her hands tightened and her nails started to dig into her palms as she searched for something, anything to say. Jughead reached across and gently took her hands in his to stop her from hurting herself. To try and show her… he wasn’t sure what. But something. To show her that despite everything he was still here for her.

‘Betty Cooper. I love you. And just like you said, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to stop loving you.’

Tenderly, he pulled up her hands one at a time, and laid a soft kiss on each of them. It reminded Betty of that time in Pop’s when she’d revealed everything to him, and, without words, he’d showed her that it was going to be okay. And just like then, she leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. He let out a deep breath and put his arms around her, closing the distance as best that he could given how the being in the car restricted their movements. He kissed the top of her head, and felt as the tension started to flow out of her body.

Betty breathed him in. There was an unfamiliar scent of leather, but under that this was still the Jughead she knew. She wished she could stay there, in this moment, away from the realities of Riverdale, the Black Hood and the Serpents, forever. But she knew there was still something that she had to do. They couldn’t really run away. They needed to go back home and face up to the mess that Riverdale was descending into.

So, sooner than she’d have liked to, she found herself pulling back from him. Lightly, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered. ‘We need to go back.’

‘No we don’t.’ He replied lazily, and something approaching a smile flickered on his lips.

‘We do Juggie. I’ve got one more thing to do and then I think I can be free of the Black Hood.’

Jughead tensed up immediately. ‘No Betty, you’re not talking to him ever again. It’s far too dangerous.’

Betty smiled, confidently. ‘It’s okay, Jug. He wants something from me and once I’ve got that, I can turn the game around on him. I promise.’

‘What does he want?’ Jughead wasn’t so sure.

‘Drive me to Pop’s? I’ll explain on the way.’

It’d been hours since Jughead had dropped Betty off near Pop’s. She’d insisted that he didn’t take her to the door. She’d said that she needed the Black Hood to see her. He’d not liked that part of her plan one bit. He didn’t like any part of the plan, truth be told. But Betty was insistent. And he trusted her.

He just couldn’t think of what would happen if anything went wrong.

He’d been pacing around the trailer since he’d got home, after dropping the car back to Reggie and apologising for the added scratches on it. Reggie had been cool though. Archie had obviously done the groundwork for him there.

It’d been a longer walk than he’d remembered it being to get back to Sunnyside Trailer Park. It left him too much time to think. To count his mistakes. To curse himself for everything he’d done.

But, by some miracle, it seemed that Betty might be able to get past that. And if she could get past that, he could get past what she did.

Hell, who was he kidding? He’d been past that the second she’d told him it was because of the Black Hood. How could he be otherwise?

He ached to see her again. He needed to know she was okay and her plan had worked. He checked his phone anxiously every minute, but the only texts on there were from Toni.

T: Saw your girl getting in the car….Knew you’d never be able to stay away from the Northside ;)

He didn’t respond. What was there to say to her right now?

He checked the time again. 9pm. Not late by any stretch of the imagination, but with Betty’s curfew being 10, the chance of him seeing her again today was slipping through his fingers. He texted her, again. Not caring about the three identical messages he’d already sent.

J: Are you okay? Call me when you can. Please

He put his phone down on the arm of the sofa and poured himself a cup of coffee. Anything, anything to keep himself occupied,

A small bleep told him he had a message.

B: Open the door.

He read it twice, his brow furrowed. Then he put down his coffee and opened the door to the trailer.

There she was, slightly out of breath and mud splashed at the bottom of her jeans from where she’d been running. But she was smiling, and it was the most beautiful sight in the world

She crashed into him, flinging her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as she could.

‘It’s okay Jug. It’s okay. The game is over. It’s okay.’

He shut the trailer door and maneuvered them into the living room, settling her down on the sofa.

‘You’re okay?’ his hands reached out to cup her face.

‘Yes.’ she breathed. ‘It’s over. It’s finally over.’ She paused and looked at him with those bright green eyes of hers. ‘Jug… I... ‘

Very slowly, Jughead leant forward. He scanned her eyes for a reaction, pausing slightly before their lips made contact. And then Betty leaned forward into him and he knew she was okay. It was all okay.

They kissed, softly at first and then more hungrily as they made up for lost time. In each other’s arms they rediscovered each other all over again. Jughead’s tongue slid into Betty’s mouth as the desire to be close overtook them. He cupped her head tightly, and she pulled her arms around him, hugging him so tightly.

Jughead felt his body stir, and broke the kiss. ‘We should slow it down.’ he said, reluctantly. Betty pursed her lips but agreed. They pulled back from each other and readjusted their position. Now they were side by side, with Betty tucked under his arm.

‘Can I stay tonight?’ She was a little shy in asking. ‘I just, I don’t want us to be apart any more.’

Jughead smiled. ‘Of course. As long as you promise your mother isn’t going to come round here and demand my head on a pole.’

Betty laughed once. ‘We’ve come to an understanding.’ She curled her arms around him. ‘I love you Juggie. I just want to be where you are.’

‘I’ll always be where you are Betty.’ He kissed the top of her head.

For the first time in weeks, both teenagers breathed easily, and allowed themselves to hope that finally, it was going to be okay.

#riverdale #riverdale season 2 #fix #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #fanfiction #writing the ending I wanted

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dekumidoriyall · 5 years

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I am a wreck man. I liked it better when I could go home and cry alone. But now "home" is ykws place and he sees me cry and I'm over it.

And if I just leave the place to cry he will also notice bc he pays too much attention which I'm not mad at I guess it's better than him not noticing anything at all which would probably make it worse. Like I know my brain would turn that into "wow he doesn't even notice when you're upset he doesn't care at all" which my ex never noticed and that was exactly the case sometimes. But then again if I actually wanted to fake it I could, but I try not to as much bc that only makes me feel worse. I'd rather not fake it, bc one that's more exhausting, and two, my brain would again try to convince me no one notices bc they don't care. And then I have to tell myself , like yeah no shit jazz you're great at faking it. So I try not to fake it with ykw, I just tone it down a bit and then will lie about it. Which is dumb and I'm glad he called me out on it. And I get he shouldn't have to drag it out of me but also I really do feel my own thoughts are sometimes irrational which is why I double layer my thoughts and have to think about them. And then it sucks when I know I'm being sad or upset for a dumb reason and then he wants to ask me about it and it's like I already know I'm dumb for even thinking this but I don't want him to know how dumb I think i am sometimes. At least how dumb my first thoughts can be sometimes. Bc like I said, I'll tell myself hey that's nonsensical. I am rational believe it or not, it's just the second layer which I thank God I'm self aware enough to at least acknowledge when my own thoughts or feelings are being dumb.

But I have been feeling distant lately and I'm sad about that at a surface level, bc I know my language is quality time and v close after that is physical touch. Like I think QT is 11 and PT is 8, and then it goes words of affirmation at 7 and then acts of service at 4 (which is weird bc I actually think this is how I show it most but I don't receive it the same) and then of course receiving gifts at 0 bc y'all know I don't care jack shit at all for things or gifts or stuff.

And it sucks bc I just live there. It's like we've said. We're just friends. So at not just the surface level but at the second level, I get even more upset with myself for being upset in the first place bc it's like c'mon jazz it doesn't matter, y'all don't owe each other anything. Y'all can talk to whomever. Y'all can do whatever tf y'all want. Y'all aren't together. It doesn't really matter. You know me, I'm no good in the middle or with uncertainty. Uncertainty is my Achilles heel.

But idk he hasn't been as cuddly lately, doesn't do the hand to waist thing almost at all anymore. We had sex (which I know is opposite of physically distant) but I dont even know where that came from but I craved the small stuff so much that I was like I'll take this if this is all I can get. I mean don't get me wrong I thoroughly enjoyed it (although some foreplay would've been extra nice) and would ten ten do again but Physical touch isn't necessarily sex. For me it's the cuddling and the hugs and the orbiting and the almost hand holding and when the hand holding does happen it's nice. So it's not necessarily I'll take what I can get more so that I've been feeling a detachment and it was nice to feel wanted I guess. And i think this is what I like to use the most which is why I'm always like running my hands in his hair and beard and probably annoy him with the lack of physical space. But lately I feel I have to initiate all that or have to refrain completely bc I don't want to annoy him or suffocate him and again we aren't together so I shouldn't even be concerned with any of that. But I actually drafted a post about the sex thing but I couldn't even finish it bc I still am actually surprised by it. Like I honestly would've thought it was a dream if it weren't for me being sore. Like it had been months and wow it felt so great. But I literally have no idea where it came from. Literally a day before the boy and I were talking about a sermon about that. And don't get me wrong, I'd probably do it again, but there isn't a container at all right now. We aren't even dating and I can't justify it. Like of course I care about him and I have, ya know, those extra feelings, but as far as I know with him, I'm just a candidate. The "only candidate" as he put it a week or so ago, but who knows.

Again it comes back down to insecurity and uncertainty. But I put myself in this position. I started thinking about maybe I shouldve moved in with Momo but tbh I'd feel even more isolated and uncertain there so I cut that out thank God bc the enemy was really trying hard with that one.

Idk I guess nothing is really wrong it's just me I guess questioning my role in other people's lives. And I pray that I stop, bc at the end of the day it's just me and god and that relationship that matters.

Yeah I think my alignment is off, like pastor Steven furtick said in his contentment commandments sermon, if you feel like you're in a hurry, you're alignment is off. So I just need to refocus on God. Nothing else matters and I know it's easier said than done or even trying to convince me, but it won't stop me from trying.

Idk, I wish I cared less. About everything and everyone. All caring has ever gotten me is getting hurt.

And I don't want to talk about this which is why I'm writing it out. And if he needs to then I will try my best to talk it out and I don't want to not write on here bc I know he reads it, and I also don't want to refrain any of my feelings either bc this is the only way I can get them out. And sometimes I can't talk and be open about them and this is the next best thing. But I do promise to try. I am trying to be more open with him. And I wrote that thing about not being vulnerable with him and i don't want to go backwards. It was one of my intentions going into this year and I'm not gonna let one night that was bad timing ruin that. And honestly being vulnerable and open and honest with someone is very unlike me bc I am always on guard with people even though it doesn't seem it if you actually know me unless you're AJ or Kel who have gotten to know me under the surface bc even my daddy issues™ are open forum and I don't mind talking about that. But there are under the surface vulnerable feelings I've had on that that only few people know. So while it seems that I am open, I actually am always playing defense. Observing people and knowing more than I let on and feeling more than I let on. Idk I don't know if AJ gets the fact that I keep stuff to myself not bc I necessarily don't trust him, but bc the more people know about you the more they can hurt you. And idk aj knows more than Kel at this point when it comes to things that could potentially be used against me. And that's fucking terrifying.

And then always at the back of my head is this is all temporary. At any point he could get tired of me and I'd have to uproot and move again.

And you know what I have been giving him a lot of backstory lately. In the last month or so, since we had that talk about me being open, and since the first open up during Xmas and even before then when we kinda talked when we hot boxed the closet, I've been more open these past few weeks than I have the entirely of our friendship. And I don't get much back. I don't pry ever. It's not like I don't notice things. I just let him be and if he wants to tell me things then he can. Idk maybe he shows he cares by doing the prying and getting me to talk to him and tbh that's a good call bc if he didn't then I probs would spiral into a whole he doesn't care headspace. So I'm not gonna complain. And I hope he doesn't think that I don't care or notice, I just don't mind that he plays defense. Bc I do that with everyone. Well it's not that I don't mind, it's just i understand. But I notice when he gets heavy, and he won't talk to me about it or open up to me until after and even then he just brushes over it.

I don't know I feel like this post is going in circles but the more I write the more stuff is just coming to the forefront and i actually feel better but im not entirely sure any of this is coherent and also i probably misspoke on some things. But I feel better.

Long story short, I'll keep opening up bc it's something I haven't done so maybe it will be the thing that will help. And it's scary and I can't promise him 100 percent but I can promise to try and give more. I just need him to understand that I keep stuff to myself out of defense.

I'm not upset at him for anything even all the distance I've been feeling, it's just I'm sensitive to any slight change in behaviour, just like he is. He thinks he's the only keen one, and I'll give him props he's good, slightly better than me, I just don't speak on it. It doesn't bother me that he doesnt tell me everything. But my mind does go crazy with assumptions when I do notice any changes.

I just want us both to be light again. I think we've both been a bit heavy. I think we're both stressed about things that have nothing to do with each other but does affect our friendship.

We just both are people who get in our own heads. But we deal with it differently, which is okay. This is all a journey, a learning curve. And honestly it wont get better unless we both communicate better. But when neither of us likes to feel vulnerable or show weakness, it's kinda difficult. Especially me. I'm not gonna speak for him. I have to actively be aware of it. Its only 8 days into the yesr so I don't think I'm necessarily failing at choosing joy or opening up, I think it's the fact that I'm doing that is such a radical shift that I'm kinda grinding the gears within myself. So it's just growing pains.

Sorry for the long ass post I just needed a big mind dump and to turn my thoughts around from where they were bc I actually feel like I kinda made some progress within myself.

Anyway the other night was great, both AJ meeting my family and ya know coming back home. So I fully intend to still post that draft I was writing (I really still am in disbelief) bc it was about both those things. Just maybe when I let it sit for a bit longer. Also I kinda still wanna keep it for myself for a bit. I have a lot of thoughts about it. Good and maybe some, not bad, but just tangents I guess. So soon.

#personal

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roxy-davenport · 7 years

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Temptation

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,397

Prompts: This was written for @neversatisfiedgirl Ree’s Rocky Horror Writing Challenge with the prompt, “Planet, Schmanet, Janet” with demon dean and for @little-red-83 Red’s Christmas songs and coffee shops AU Writing challenges with the prompt, “Baby it’s cold outside.”

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Dean was different as a demon. He acted on impulse not suppressing any want or desire he had. You knew it was dangerous being with him but you couldn’t stay away.

You figured holidays and demons didn’t go together but you were pleasantly surprised when he said yes. He sat through all the Christmas movies you threw at him. You had stayed a lot longer than you anticipated. Truthfully you only planned on seeing two movies but being in Dean’s arms and watching cute holidays fics about couples distracted you from your plan.

Dean bolted off the couch retrieving the DVD once you had finished another movie. Dean looked at you, eyes alight with mischief.

“Y/N I know you love the holidays and I love seeing you smile but come on kiddo. How many sappy movies can you take? The holiday cheer is killin’ my buzz. What would ya say if we switched gears a bit?”

You hesitantly met his gaze trying to decipher where he was going with this. He kept his face mysteriously bland. You could say no but he did sit through all the sappy movies even though it’s not his thing. Surely you could give him this. You nodded slowly, smiling meekly, worried what the film was.

The second he saw you nod, his face changed and his eyes actually flashed back for a second. You gasped suddenly at the change. Dean chuckled as he turned back to you.

“You get riled up so easily and I wasn’t even trying. It’s just Rocky Horror Picture Show not porn.”

There was definitely a play here. You watched his movements carefully. They were reserved but calculated. When he sat down on the couch, he sat a bit away from you so as not to startle you. He sat cross-legged, his eyes facing you with the TV on his left. What a strange way to sit to watch a film unless he was really watching you. You shivered at the thought. He slowly started the film taking long glances at you and your reaction to it.

You had only seen the movie once before with your very outgoing flirty friend who swore by it. You felt a little awkward watching it now with Dean since you identified so much with Janet’s naivety. Frank-N-Furter was always so scary and bit alluring to you. Sort of like Dean himself. They both had a sexuality full of kink and darkness that both drew you in and terrified you.

A heavy silence filled the room. You were really quite sure Dean was dying to say something. He was smiling and uncharacteristically nervous. His fingers were tapping on the arm of the couch.

You watched as Dean’s face slowly lit up as the song, Planet Schmanet Janet came on. You started to blush but you couldn’t look away. You were like a moth to a flame. Could anyone really blame you though? Tim Curry was phenomenal. And watching him meant you could try to ignore Dean’s intensity. Dean was singing along to certain parts of the song.

I won't tell you twice

You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss

Your apple pie don't taste too nice

You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss

He’d sing it, stare at you, and then his eyes were glued back on Janet and the way she moved around in the scene – at the scared timid look in her eyes as Frank-N-Furter glided around in a corset and tights with amazing legs for a man.

I've laid the seed, it should be all you need

You're as sensual as a pencil

Wound up like an 'e' or first string

When we made it, did you hear a bell ring?

You got a block, well take my advice

You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss

The Transducer will seduce ya

You blushed profusely throughout this scene. The second that Frank-N-Furter left in the elevator leaving Brad and Janet to deal with everything, Dean turned towards you again. His tone playful but his eyes were dark, hooded and nearly black.

“You know you remind me a lot of Janet. I guess that makes me Frank-N-Furter.”

Dean chuckled darkly. Your face flushed even more. You were a bright tomato at this point. That statement shocked you. Dean saw it, too. Where was he going with this? You were ten times more nervous now.

Smiling at you Dean continued. “Yeah you’re innocent and sweet and naïve. Janet’s wide-eyed and afraid of Frank-N-Furter’s advances. She’s a good girl -- all prim and proper, wound up tight needing a release desperately but having no sensually so she’s trapped in a hell of her own making. She just needs to let out her secret desires, satisfy her needs, get in touch with her real self. Know what I mean?”

“Hmmm.” You bit your lip both worried and excited about where he was going. Was he suggesting you give in to him?

“Can you relate to Janet’s predicament?”

You start to feel a shift in the air and get a bit uncomfortable. You move to get up thinking you could use the bathroom as a ruse to put some distance between the two of you. To think about what he’s saying here. Dean sighs.

“Sit down and stop being a scared little mouse. Demon or not, I mean you no harm, little one.”

The way he says “little one” and the tone of his voice, sweet but with a lustful edge made you whimper softly. He didn’t miss the sound looking curiously at you.

You were frozen half up, half down confused by your own desires. Dean used his powers to sit you back down trapping you just like Janet in the scene before. The sexualized very experienced handsome man in front of you looked over your body with hunger. This man could devour you. He’s done this before to women and was still alone. This could end badly for you since you had a habit of getting attached easily. It was dangerous now that he was a demon but the other Dean would never come to you like this and you were too inexperienced to come to him. Maybe the other Dean, the real Dean, didn’t feel the same way Demon Dean felt about you? Maybe this was your only chance.

You wanted desperately to give in, to experience everything he could offer. It wasn’t like you were a virgin. You’d had a boyfriend before and maybe it would be better with someone who knew what they were doing. Your previous boyfriend was also a virgin and so the sex was okay but nothing to write home about. But Dean was a demon; you couldn’t give in to his dark desires could you?

You moved your eyes away from his figure landing on the clock beside you. Your eyes widened when you realized just how much time you spent here. You were late. Sam was expecting you. You got up so quickly you spilled the eggnog he made for you on his carpet. The overturned cup of eggnog bumped against your coffee mug nearly spilling that too if not for Dean’s quick hands.

“OMG I am so sorry. I’m really late. I have to meet Sam.” You spewed out.

Ignoring the spill Dean turned his attention to you. “Are you running out on me?” He asked clearly offended.

“I told Sam I would meet him an hour ago. He needs my help with a case.” You nearly pleaded.

“He can call other hunters Y/N. You’re not leaving, not after that conversation.” Dean uttered a bit harshly.

“I want what you said. I never thought you’d want me, but yes I would like…but not now.” You state anxiously playing with the bottom of your shirt. Confused why you said yes. Did you really want him like that or did you just want to shut him up by saying yes so you could leave?

“Then when Y/N?

“I don’t know but I really can’t stay.”

“But you want to.” Dean spoke seductively as he moved in front of you bringing your chin up to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry Dean. I can’t.”

Dean released your chin with a sigh. “Baby it’s cold outside.”

“This evening has been--.”

“I’m so happy you’re here. Stay with me.” He said offering his hand to you.

“Been nice but.”

“Don’t you dare! No buts.” Dean nearly growled.

“I enjoyed spending time with you and I am like Janet. We’ll talk more later I promise. Sam is expecting me. He’ll be worried if--”

“Why are you bringing my brother into this. Fuck Sam.” Dean grinds out. He sighs heavily and walks over to his iPod. When he speaks again his voice is much less harsh. “Why don’t we listen to some music? What songs are you into? What song would get out in the mood?

You blushed. “I can’t.”

“You haven’t even finished your coffee. I got it special for you. It’s the organic dark roast from that indie place you love. I waited on a twenty-minute line with hipsters to get it for you. You are the biggest coffee snob ever. I must say this shit is coffee gold so I get it. No one I’d rather drink this with.”

You smiled at the lengths Dean went to, to make you happy. You could just imagine him waiting there, the mark burning into his arm commanding him to kill. But what did he do? He just kept waiting. He stayed in line to buy you coffee? What’s a stronger motivation than the mark? Love? Does he love you? Can demons love? Wouldn’t that mean that old Dean loved you too?

“I really do have to go.” You spoke a bit more hesitantly as you stepped back from him.

“Baby, it’s bad out there and your car is stalled -- you know that. It stalled when you got here and now the snow is worse.”

“I can call a cab.” You shrugged.

“Sweetheart, there are no cabs out there.” He spoke in a warning tone.

“I wish I knew how to--.”

“You’re gorgeous doll. You can’t leave me. Not on the holidays. Baby don’t be cruel.”

“Break this spell.”

“Ain’t no spell, sweetie. It’s me and how good I can make you feel. How much you care about me. Don’t lie, sweetie. I know you love me. And I love you. Your old Dean would never tell you that but we love you. Now come here and stop fucking around.”

“I love you too but I really should go.”

You couldn’t believe it -- he loved you. He professed his love and you were leaving? What a stupid move on your part. But Sam was expecting you and Dean was a demon now. Leaving was the right choice but then why did you feel so empty?

“It’s a blizzard, sweetie.”

“But--.”

“It’s up to your knees, baby. How can you do this to me? I’m a demon. A demon, mind you, and I say the L word and you say I’m leaving?”

You freeze staring up at him.

“Mind if I step closer? Your lips look delicious.” Dean’s eyes held such an intense look you thought he’d ravish you right here.

You gulped as you tried to avert your eyes from that look. “I can say I tried at least, right?” You whispered hesitantly.

Dean moved towards you. “Sure, sweetie, as if you would have ever decided anything else.” Dean took a strand of hair out of your face moving closer to kiss you.

“No. No this is…I can’t say yes. I have to go.” You pushed Dean back. Nerves setting in on how he would have sex or rather on what he would like. You never did anything kinky. You were strictly a vanilla missionary position type girl.

“But it’s cold outside.” Dean pleaded.

“The answer is no. I must go.” You moved quickly toward the door.

“But it’s cold outside.” Dean put his hand on the door his eyes boring down at you.

“Your brother will be at the door.” You whimper at how dominant he’s being.

“No way for him to get through the snow storm outside. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Your only choice is me, baby doll.”

You opened your mouth to speak but Dean stopped you by placing a finger on your lips.

“Baby, you’ll freeze out there. I refuse to let you risk your life leaving. It’s so warm in here. I’ll take good care of you sweetheart.”

It was true. The cold was seeping in. You could only imagine how cold it was outside. You bit your lip utterly confused and feeling a bit defeated. Then again staying here meant you’d be with Dean so maybe you should just give in. See what sex is like with him, give in to your darkest desires. There was a snowstorm outside anyway. Why bother running into that when you could run into Dean’s arms.

“Maybe until I warm up?”

Warm up? No. You go out there and you’ll freeze your pretty little ass off. It’s final you’re staying here for the night.”

Dean grabbed your arm and his lips crashed onto yours. You were utterly shocked but moments later responded, kissing him back. He deepened the kiss pushing you gently backwards until your back hit the wall. His hands grabbed your hair keeping you head in place as he ravished your mouth. When he thought you needed air, he pulled your head back by your hair. His breathing ragged, his tongue diving out to lick his lips as his eyes rove over your figure. He ground his cock against your clothed core. You gasped. He was so big and you were very attracted to him. That kiss was fantastic. How could you leave now? Fuck Sam and your responsibilities. You needed to stay and play this out or you’d regret it.

“If I’m going to stay here I need a fire.”

Dean smiled as he snapped his fingers making a fire appear in the fireplace.

“Is that a yes?”

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” you said earnestly.

After tonight Rocky Horror Picture Show might be your favorite movie. You held up your warm coffee cup looking straight into Dean’s eyes. “Show me what you made of Frank-N-Furter. I’m tired of being Janet.”

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