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bettyfrommars · 6 months

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Hi Betty! For your requests could I get a little Bitch Whatever in winter with hybrid Steve? I’m missing my monster boyfriend.

Or if you’re not feeling that, then maybe some holiday fluff with either of the biker boys? You can pick which one.

Whatever you feel most inspired for. Thanks, have fun writing! ♥️

Gia! I love these options, and I will for sure do some holiday fluff with our biker boys as well. This time, I chose hybrid!steve. I hope you enjoy my dear friend.

hybrid!steve x fem!reader

18+ONLY, hints to monsterfucking but does not actually happen, drinking blood, being chased in the woods, mention of a gun shot, Steve is part vampire/part wolf. I wrote this really fast, it was so much fun, and it has not been proofread.

wc: 884

The snow was coming down in thick, soft flakes, and your windshield wipers were flapping when you heard over the car radio that a woman was almost attacked by a wild beast. She said it had the body of a wolf, but it stood on hind legs.

You yanked the steering wheel, tires spinning to a halt in the gravel, and then turned the volume up with the knob on your dash.

“Please, no, baby, no…” your whisper trailed off. The radio announcer continued to say that the beast in question was still on the loose, and hunters were out looking for it that very moment, all eager to collect the bounty on its head.

Frantically, your eyes searched the dense woods to your right, and there were pinpricks of light from lamps and torches dancing in the darkness as groups of people trudged through the snow, trying to pick up on his trail.

You were afraid this would happen one day. When the moon was full, Steve always cut through the forest to get to your place, and you wondered when the day would come that he might stumble upon a few campers or someone walking their dog on the trail that connected to a collection of suburban houses nearby.

He did not have much control of his animalistic urges in hybrid form, and you were relieved to know that the woman was unharmed. Apparently, the beast she’d encountered lurched at her, but then her husband tried to take a shot at it with a handgun, but missed, and he was gone too quick for the man to even try another shot.

You wondered if Steve had been grazed by the bullet, if he was possibly wounded somewhere. You raced the final mile to your place, and checked to see if he’d made it back first before bundling up to go outside and face the elements, to hopefully find him before the hunters did. You flipped your Christmas lights on and grabbed a flashlight from the junk drawer.

Once you broke free from the cement path and into the thicket of trees, you heard a howl; it was the howl of a wolf, and it was not that far away.

“Stevie?” You called in a strained whisper. You could hear the voices of the handful of armed hunters echoing from miles away. Your flashlight beam searched the snowy ground for footprints. Or, paw prints, in this case.

You’d forgotten to wear gloves and your nose was already frozen. You pulled your beanie down over your ears.

It took your eyes a second to adjust, but you swore you saw two yellow orbs glowing in the distance. There was a growl then, low and menacing, and you feared suddenly that maybe Steve was not the monster the woman had seen, maybe there was something more terrifying out there, and perhaps you were in danger.

Then, you felt the fur against the back of your hand and you knew he’d somehow come up right beside you.

You noticed the warmth first of his body heat first, like it was radiating from a furnace, and even though you knew it was him, you couldn’t help but jump back.

You tripped and almost fell, but he caught you, and with a grunt, he scooped you up into his arms before taking off at a run. He was so strong, your weight was nothing to him, and you clung to his furry neck, eager to be close to him.

“I was so worried,” your voice vibrated in a strange way with the impact of each one of his steps.

He only hummed and tightened his grip on you. All of his focus seemed to be getting you both as far away from the woods as possible.

Back at your place, he put you down on your feet gently, and then hid in the bushes before climbing up to the second floor.

When he finally came through the window, you could see by the lights from the Christmas tree that his leg was bleeding. He was weak and he needed to feed. You were quick to take your coat off and sit on the couch, beckoning him to you with open arms. There was never much talking when he was in his hybrid form, but you somehow always knew what the other was thinking.

He dropped to his knees between your legs and buried his face in your chest first, mewing softly, like a wounded dog. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his head. “Did those people scare you, baby?” He clutched onto the material of your sweatshirt and nodded once.

“Let me feed you, Stevie,” you lifted his face by the chin, letting your tongue feel the razor sharp edge of one of his fangs as you kissed. “Let me take care of you.”

He nuzzled you from shoulder to neck first, licking and nibbling, softly whimpering until his lips latched on the perfect spot. His fangs sank in fast and hard, and you knew it was better that way, better for him to penetrate quickly so that the natural pain killer in his saliva could soothe any discomfort. You wrapped your legs around him and listened to the slurping sound with every pull as he drank from you.

#hybrid!steve #Steve Harrington #for Gia 💗#monsterfucking #monster boyfriend

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the-masterless-press · 2 months

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you want betty to do what at furnace?

#fallen london #fl #ej does railway #the great hellbound railway

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scotianostra · 8 months

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September 20th 1746 saw Prince Charles Edward Stuart finally escape capture by sailing to France aboard the French ship "L'Heureux."

In the aftermath of Culloden, Prince Charlie spent several months on the run hunted by troops on the ground and the Royal Navy at sea.

HMS Furnace - captained by Aberdeenshire naval officer John Ferguson - and HMS Terror were among the warships in pursuit of the prince. When the navy ships anchored close to shore, nearby homes of suspected Jacobite supporters were burned down by sailors and marines.

One of the strangest incidents saw the warships arrive at the remote archipelago of St Kilda.

The islanders ran from their homes and hid in the hills.

When the government soldiers finally tracked them down, they quickly realised that the islanders had never heard of the prince, and that he was not hiding on the islands.

The Young Pretender flitted between the west Highlands mainland, Skye and the Outer Hebrides.

Most famously, he was taken to Portree on Skye by Flora MacDonald while disguised in women's clothing and pretending to be an Irish maiden by the name of Betty Burke.

MacDonald was later arrested and sent to the Tower of London.

Eventually, at Loch nan Uamh near Arisaig, two French vessels L'Heureux and Le Prince Conti and their crews reached Prince Charlie and he was taken to France.

#scotland #scottish #history #bonnie prince charlie #jacobites #45 uprising

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shining-stxrs · 8 days

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"Yeesh, lady! You're burning up!" He went in to hold her hand but her fingers were like touching a furnace. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?" (Ice King to Betty)

@crowncursed

She groaned a bit in discomfort. "Man I can't be sick! I have so much magic to do. So much soup to make. I can't just stay in bed all day."

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thebrainsandbrawn · 3 months

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Jess is rummaging in the kitchen when she spots a strange jar, lifting it up, in side is a small angry Carnage. "Moooom, what the hell is this?"

Betty leans in and laughs. "Oh right, it was harassing Andi a few years back, so I shoved him in a jar, what you hold is some part if Cletus Cassidy, also known as Carnage."

Jess shakes the jar, the tiny symbiot bouncing around. "Huh. So that's what yours looks like... Ours was more goopy and drank people."

Betty pulls a face. "Drank people?"

Jess nods. "Turned Gewn into Jerky Infront of me... Er, Peter, threw it down a furnace... Then there was Carnage two, Gwen back from the dead... But she lost her powers to Eddie some how and was back to a normal teen."

Betty sighs. "Your universe sounds messed."

"It was." She shakes the jar again before putting it back on the shelf.

#marvel #ultimate spider man #ultimate spider woman

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gatekeeper-watchman · 6 months

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Daily Devotionals for November 7, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 27:21 (KJV): 21 As the fining pot for silver, and the furnace for gold; so is a man to his praise. Proverbs 27:21 (AMP): 21 As the refining pot for silver and the furnace for gold (bring forth all the impurities of the metal), so let a man be in his trial of praise (ridding himself of all that is base or insincere; for a man is judged by what he praises and of what he boasts).

Thought for the Day

Just as the refining process brings out impurities in silver and gold, receiving praise will bring out impurities in us, as well. Some of the hardest areas for any of us to handle are fame, success, and the praise of people. Our fallen nature always wants recognition for what we achieve. Certainly, people should be commended for worthy accomplishments, but we must keep in mind that we can do nothing apart from God's grace in our lives. God warns us not to boast about what we have done or plan to do. "Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth" (Proverbs 27:1). Everything that we can accomplish is because the great God gave us the breath of life and He has enabled us to do it.

"So then neither is he that planteth anything, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase. Now he that planteth and he that watereth are one: and every man shall receive his reward according to his labor. For we are laborers together with God: ye are God's husbandry, ye are God's building. According to the grace of God which is given unto me, as a wise master builder, I have laid the foundation, and another buildeth thereon..." (1 Corinthians 3:7-10).

Years ago, the Lord spoke to my heart: "Betty, I desire to free you from man's opinions of you. I want you to grow in Me so that the praises of men will not cause you to feel prideful, nor will their criticisms cause you to be fearful or discouraged. If you will offer the praises to Me, and discuss the criticisms with Me, you will not become lifted in pride or knocked down by fear. Only by abiding in Me can you know this freedom."

We must remain humble before God, remembering that whatever we do without Him is worthless. One day we will stand before the Judgment Seat of Christ and our works will be tried by fire. Carnal works will not withstand the test. God desires each of us to surrender our will to Him and allow Him to reveal His plan for us. If our works are commissioned by God, He will use life's fiery trials to purify us like gold and bring much glory to Himself. If we abide in Him (John 15:4-7), He will fulfill the amazing promise; to grant whatever we ask! When we truly abide in Him, we will not ask anything amiss! God desires to work in us, with us, and through us so that we will bear much fruit for Him.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, we are humbled that You would use us as an instrument of Your love on this earth. We stand in awe at the amazing plans You have for every one of us who will come to You, and allow You to live Your life through us. We are so happy to be a part of Your family. Lord, we ask that You deliver us from all pride and fear, and especially the fear of man. May we always be more concerned about what You think about us, than what men may think of every one of us we ask this in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. From: Steven P. Miller @ParkermillerQ, gatekeeperwatchman.org Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups

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amoresomnia · 10 months

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expulsions_23

- july -

and my eyes were bloody yellow

face pressed against the ivory

singing the song of lonesome fellows

drowning in their misery

maybe i was better then

now

better men before me

speak of better when’s than

we see now

maybe i am better than

the better men before me

for the better men implore me

to make this “when” better than before see

i can be a better man

see

i can be a better man

funerals and furnaces

maybe the next step

isn’t as pretty as we once

dreamed it to be

smoke and mirrors precede choking on ash

another loss in the war for self control

clear brown liquor sinks deep, muddy water

abolishing the aims for inner peace

but still this vice grants momentary zen

for the soul

drink until you sleep

to dream of raking hot coals

atop a clay bowl,

to heat the self-harm within

falling victim to old habits again

wrapping wire against the post

to vaporize, and victimize, yet to realize

this is not a beautiful means to fade away

but practiced methodical erosion

;

which recipe is it today

that you’ll imbibe to numb the pain

which chemistry have you chosen

- june -

the flame slides down the wick

unaware the wax puddle it has melted will smother it

burdened boy bent out of shape

become the broken man with no control over his fate

- may -

my father planted trees so that i may rest beneath their boughs

and now for three seasons i can’t see the sun

til winter rots the autumn leaves and barren branches scar my view

how will i measure up to you

who for so long sowed seeds

so that i may reap rewards

who am i to be

what am i to do

allocating every grain of sand

inside my hourglass

creatures of habit

Teddy succumbed to his

and Betty dons hers daily

;

but i’ve been thinking it’s not for me

the rut in the floor from my day-to-day

seems to have already run six foot deep

;

selling pepsi cola on the corner

high on my own supply

but it won’t be the rush that kills me surely

sat waiting for my demise

nor the lack of will to rest at peace

when the sun refuses to rise

and i’m too numb to be ill at ease

;

but while we keep repeating

all the silly same old things

our paths are being drawn in dirt

and while we can stop moving

no one says it will not hurt

;

it all sounds the same i think

as we keep pressing forward

further and further we sink

- april -

following the footfalls and follies of my fathers

years left of youth

not spent

but instead squandered

drowning in my vices,

forgetting only time is priceless

#poem #poetry #spilled ink

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jhsharman · 1 year

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Furnace mishaps

The first of a long series (four -- tell me if there are more) of stories published with a 1990s cover date (a January 1990 comic book came out late October to mid November) where the furnace is not working on a frigid day, then it is working too well so students run around in some state of undress. It is also the first of two of them where the revision takes care to add more covering -- in this case, Betty is no longer allowed to show some butt cheek. That girl in the blurred blue background is given definite pants and is no longer bearing cleavage. I do not know how to mark the black girl's change in shorts.

#Archie Comics #Archie Andrews #Veronica Lodge #Betty Cooper #Reggie Mantle #Furnace #Malfunctions #Cold weather #over heat #Jughead #Miss Grundy #Mr. Weatherbee #Celebration #Riverdale High School #Carried away on shoulders #Doug Crane #1989

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ao3feed-janefoster · 2 years

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A Big Ask

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VaUWhDY

by ChrissiHR

Darcy’s riding the lap of one of her Thursday night regulars when he grips her hips hard and stops.

“Wait, wait,” Clint demands, but his hands are gentle.

He’s always gentle.

“Something wrong?” she checks. She twists her hips in a loose figure-eight to keep him hard so he’s ready to get back to it after he unloads whatever is on his mind.

“There’s an exclusive team thing coming up. Avengers-only and plus-ones. They think I got a girl, because I disappear every weekend I’m in town.” He squirms and tenses, gasping for mercy when she squeezes him with ruthless efficiency.

“Yeah, and? Just tell them you go to a titty bar. It has the benefit of being mostly true.”

Words: 5000, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Furnace (Kinktober ‘22)

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Thor (Movies), Hawkeye (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Betty Ross, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Claire Temple, Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel), Other Avengers, Other Marvel Characters, Avengers Team

Relationships: Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sugar daddy clint, Sugar Baby Darcy, Sex Work Positive, Meet the Family, Avengers Family, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, How did I get all this plot in my smut?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VaUWhDY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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imreallyloveleee · 3 years

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i’m dying to know what counts as an “adult storyline” on a show where the high schoolers were

- running multiple businesses

- starting a nonprofit community center

- leading a gang

- working with the FBI

- raising twins

#is archie going to struggle to pay the mortgage on his house?#will jughead agonize over the decision to invest his book advance in mutual funds vs stocks?#will betty investigate whether it's a good long-term move to get solar panels installed on her roof?#is veronica unsure whether to replace her more cost-effective gas furnace with a pricier but more efficient heat pump?#things are gonna get W I L D huh #riverdale s5

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stellocchia · 3 years

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This Post tells me that we all want Tommy to adopt every possible mob that shouldn't be adopted and, you know what? Fine!

Here's Tommy getting every single mob he really shouldn't:

It started off easy. Tommy was a big man and he really liked animals, as every big man should. What he didn't like was how unfairly certain types of dogs and horses were treated...

So one day, when a small eight-legged pony approached him just to amicably stare up at him he knew that he wouldn't be able to part from it. Therefore Shroud was now the second official member of the Innit household! Foolish seemed to like him a lot as well, so Tommy didn't really think anything of it.

On another day he found himself being tackled by Baba, the snow horse that he saw near Technoblade's house. Tubbo let out a shriek when seeing this, but Tommy knew that she was just trying to play, so he scratched her ear and brought her home. Clearly, if she ran away it meant she wanted a new owner, so who was he to refuse? He added a little snow enclosure in the basement and made sure to keep Baba cool. Tubbo didn't really approve, but what does Tubbo know anyway?

Then it was the turn of Clementine, a very nice lanky dog that appeared one day in his home and never left. Foolish said that he should have killed her and called her a pest, but Tommy thinks that Foolish is just an asshole. It's not Clem's fault that she's not comfortable with people staring at her! They should learn to respect her boundaries already! So he built another room for her, with a taller roof this time. His house was sure becoming quite popular, huh? Not that it wasn't expected with him being the biggest of men!

And, well, so far no one was too weirded out by it. Sure, they would give Tommy some weird looks, but nothing too bad. In comes the fiery dog. This time Tubbo was very adamant about how: "That's not a dog bossman, that's a fucking blaze!" but since Tommy didn't understand what that meant he elected to ignore it. Couldn't be that important anyway. And Fiery dog was nice! He never shot fireballs at him, only ever using them to turn on the furnaces when asked. He was a nice dog and Tommy really couldn't understand what everyone had against him!

It got worse when he brought back a small slimey horse and a small jumpy horse. Ranboo called them "Slime and Magma Cube" so Tommy assumed the hybrid could speak with them and that those were their names. This time it was Wilbur's turn to come to him in concern. He even apologized for leaving Tommy alone and other shit, apparently assuming that Tommy was bringing all his dogs and horses home as a substitute. He wasn't. They were just nice and people around him misjudged them, so he wanted them to have a family. Not because he could relate to the feeling, just because he was nice like that!

Then it came the turn for the screamy dog. That one was admittedly quite big. So much so that Tommy had to make the biggest nether portal he could manage to bring her home, but it was worth it! He didn't like the name "Ghast" that everyone suggested, so he went for Genevive. He made the biggest glass dome he could for her and Tubbo even helped. Apparently, it was because "You're gonna get yourself killed if I'm not here with all these hostile mobs around" whatever that meant.

Along the way, he also got one of the pillager's horses, who he called Betty, and one of the Nether's ugly horses (who kinda looked like Techno if Techno was a horse, so he called it Better Techno). At that point, people were mostly resigned though. Somehow none of the mobs were aggressive towards Tommy. And, sure, the boy's house was becoming more and more of an eyesore with every expansion, but no one tried to do anything about it because none of the mobs were quite as friendly towards them. That said they were sure that there was nothing Tommy could do at this point to surprise them...

Well, Tommy found a weird dark portal surrounded by blocks he'd never seen. And he jumped in before DreamXD could do anything about it. -why is he like this?

On the other side he found the biggest dog he'd ever seen! It had huge ass wings, cool claws and it breathed out a purple fire that covered the whole ground. Tommy was amazed at her beauty so he told her as much when she lowered down towards him.

"Aren't you the prettiest dog ever? Look at you! You're amazing!" she seemed to like that. So much so that she snuggled up to him for quite a few minutes before lifting him with her mouth and going towards a portal in the center of the pillar. Tommy was sad to leave her behind, so he was ecstatic when she followed him on the other side!

*Tommyinnit made the achievement [FREE THE END]*

*Tommyinnit made the achievement [NEW END]*

Okay, perhaps everyone else wasn't quite as welcoming toward Big Dog as he'd hoped, but Tommy was sure they would warm up to her! And soon they would stop saying stuff like "Tommy that's the Ender Dragon! It's the one thing that could kill us all! Please bring it back where you found it!" and start saying "Wow Tommy, you're the biggest of men and that's the coolest dog I've ever seen" as they should.

#dream smp au #dream smp headcanons #tommyinnit #my writing/fanfic thingy?#long post #tommy adopts everything he shouldn't #but truly they are all nice dogs/horses and everyone else simply doesn't understand #dream smp really said 'give tommy only one emotional support animal' and I don't like that #I definitely took that personally #so he gets several #tubbo stops minding them after a while but that's just because he's resigned

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iconic-ponytail · 3 years

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there's always money in the banana stand

riverdale promptathon week 3: yellow + business

Even as the sun sets, even as the breeze blows, the hell furnace of July in Riverdale burns on. It’s triply as sweltering inside the tiny booth running three freezers, offloading heat to sustain the frozen merchandise inside. “How can it be so hot in there when we are supposed to be selling frozen bananas?” JB complains, at least twice a week.

She’s twelve. Complaint is her new first language. She complains about being left in Riverdale while Gladys went back to Toledo. She complains about living in a trailer park that usually does not have warm water. She complains about their father being imprisoned for covering up a gruesome murder. But most of all, she complains about working in the banana stand.

Child labor laws aside, Jughead can’t blame her for that one. He hates the damn banana stand, but it’s their best shot.

Gladys’ monthly check covers rent and utilities for the trailer. Everything else is on him, now. The idiot eighteen year old who decided to petition the court to be his sister’s legal guardian. Well, and his idiot mom who signed off on it. So he needs money, and the Jones family has never been particularly flush with cash, just trampled over by FP’s failed “business opportunities.”

Enter: the banana stand.

It’s not the fastest revenue stream, Jughead finds. But it’s got potential.

Initially, Dilton doesn’t let him sell during the Twilight Drive-In’s concession stand hours. Before or after the movie, sure, but no overlap. “I’m not worried about competition, Jones. It’s just too humiliating for me to watch you sweat through that horrible yellow polo you call ‘branding.’”

But when customers asked him more than twice a night when the banana stand would be open, Dilton caved.

It’s not like being open during the screening hours is a whole lot more preferable. He only just transferred from Southside to Riverdale High last spring; now he’s the rising senior who hands out phallic symbols from inside a giant phallic symbol. Not exactly a boon to his popularity.

Still, recently the money is enough to pay the internet bill and keep JB fed for dinner when she can’t go to the summer breakfast and lunch program at the local park district. It’s still not enough for him to eat particularly well, and the smell of hot dogs and slurp of his classmates’ slushies makes the heat feel like a minor inconvenience.

He eyes the tip jar, willing himself to wait on rampaging the concession stand until the beginning of the film roar dies down. It’s a double feature tonight, which means maybe he can score enough cash to cover those damn college application fees his counselor will start hounding him about week one of school.

Then he sees her—Betty Cooper. She’s laughing, watching Archie Andrews try to catch popcorn in his mouth, tossed by his paramour, Veronica Lodge. She pauses to sip from her slushie straw, her lips—which he’s watched argue against homophobic and racist comments in their advanced lit class, or pressed to the cheek of her other best friend, Kevin Keller. Which he’s imagined, doing slightly less savory things, though the mere thought of said imagining has his heart pounding wildly.

(Jughead’s been eating way too many fucking bananas. Someone needs to check his potassium levels.)

His absolutely pathetic gaze, once available three times a day in their shared classes where Jughead has still not managed to exert any confidence whatsoever regarding speech, eye contact, or general acknowledgement of Betty Cooper’s existence other than whatever drooling may or may not be happening, all of which he finds he has no control over… is all interrupted by the absolute polar opposite of Betty Cooper. Hiram Lodge zooms up to the banana stand on his segway, angling to a stop just before taking out the stand’s foundation.

“Still getting a hang of that, Mayor Lodge?”

Hiram grimaces. “Just checking that you’ve renewed your business permit, Jones.”

They do this once a week. It’s still the same permit.

“You know,” Hiram starts as Jughead rustles for the paperwork to make him go the fuck away, “I could find you an arrangement with a better banana supplier. For a discount. If you’re interested.”

Jughead rolls his eyes. “I’m not interested in your GMO, black market bananas, Hiram.”

Hiram gives him a pointed look. Jughead rolls his eyes even harder. “Mayor Lodge.” He proffers the papers, Hiram waves them away. “I’ll take one chocolate peanut butter dip. With peanuts.”

Jughead kisses his teeth. “That will be $3.50.”

Hiram’s whole face goes serpentine. “Not between business partners, Jones. Put it on my tab.”

Jughead grits his teeth, handing the finished banana so aggressively he hopes that the chocolate splatters and stains Hiram’s $500 tie. It is only slightly worth it to watch Hiram struggle with navigating the segway one-handed, frozen banana in the other.

He muffles a chuckle before realizing he’s used the dead end of the chopped peanut topping, and exits the stand to update the order board hanging on the outside. It’s mostly an excuse to feel a ten degree drop in temperature, a sweet relief he might be able to extend by grabbing a hot dog before the intermission rush.

He’s crossing off peanuts from the topping list and spinning around when he hears a shriek and a sudden, cold slosh across his chest. The yellow polo drips with artificial blue slushie, but Jughead swallows his fucking hell when he sees that the shriek, gaping stare of horror, and stumble in question all belong to his very own blonde kryptonite.

“Oh my god. Oh my GOD, jesus, shit, I’m so sorry!”

Jughead is frozen while Betty grabs about half his napkin dispenser and starts pawing at his shirt in a vain attempt to right the giant sticky blue mess all over his chest.

Finally, Jughead swallows the golf ball in his throat and chokes out. “Honestly, it’s fine. That stand is a sauna. I needed that.”

Betty stops, both her blotting and her stream of apologizing (which includes a fair bit of cursing, and he is a little revolted with himself by how much this turns him on).

“It’s going to get very sticky, soon. Maybe I should buy a bottle of cold water?”

Jughead can’t help himself. “Oh, impromptu yellow t-shirt contest?”

Betty grins.

I did that.

“Do you have any employees who could bring you another shirt?”

Jughead shakes his head. “Just my sister. She’s playing video games at home. There’s no earthly way she’ll bring me a spare.”

Betty cocks her head. “I had a feeling you were more than the silent back row kind of guy.”

The fact that Betty Cooper has, at any point, considered what kind of guy he is triggers full-on nervous blathering. “I’m usually very tired at school. I have this little sister—but I’m kind of um, her guardian. So I’m doing this stupid banana stand thing because it’s like one of the three assets to our entire family name I guess? Anyway, it’s hard to engage with Haggly’s basic discussion questions at eight in the morning when you spent the whole night dreaming about wholesale banana margins.”

He’s essentially vomiting words, but Betty is still smiling.

“Anyway, I should crawl back into my fruit-shaped purgatory and let you go back to your friends.”

She’s biting her lip, hedging. “Honestly, they’re probably using the alone time to make out in the car, and I’d rather let them get all their sexual tension out so that I don’t have to feel it radiating off of them for the whole second half of the double feature.”

Jughead laughs and tamps down the impulse to offer her a frozen banana, because he cannot possibly say something like that without making it sound sexual.

“What are frozen banana profit margins like, anyway?” Betty asks, either genuinely interested or legitimately flirting with him. Jughead finds both potentials baffling.

Jughead hesitates, then ducks inside the stand, pulling out his spiral bound notebook. “I’m still kind of figuring it out. All my records are in here.”

Betty sidles up to the stand, taking up the whole window. They’re both leaning over the scribbled line items on college ruled paper; he can smell her shampoo. She takes the notebook, scanning thoroughly.

“Do you have a pencil?”

He hands her one and observes her going to work, writing out some algebraic formula and calculating quickly in her head. There is a calculator within his reach, but he thinks handing it to her might come off as an insult. (Jughead wouldn’t know; he assumes Betty is in an advanced math class. Jughead is not.)

After a few minutes of watching her devoted focus, thinking about her hands touching his pencil, thinking about her hands wrapped around his hand, or his—

“I don’t know how to tell this to you, Jug.”

The shortening of his name stops his heart for a jolt, and his response is embarrassingly delayed. “What is it?”

Betty winces but smiles through it, a combination she’s surely learned to use when delivering bad news. It’s well earned, it really does soften the blow.

“There’s no money in the banana stand. At least, not with these margins.”

Jughead finds himself less than devastated by this news, mostly because it makes a hell of a lot of sense. The messenger doesn’t hurt, either.

“But,” she interrupts. “I don’t know if you’ve nailed down your course load for senior year. But I’m taking AP Econ? This could be, um, a good project. Like, if you want to take the class. Or even if you don’t. Not that you’re like a project or… whatever. I’m just saying we could figure it out. Make lemonade out of… bananas.”

Betty Cooper is extremely cute when she stammers.

Jughead doesn’t know what to do, so he gives her an easy out. “I can’t like, hire you, if that wasn’t obvious by the whole… deficit spending or whatever the whole negative circled number at the bottom of the page really means.”

She flushes. “No, that would be highway robbery. I just thought there might be an… opportunity. For um, us. I mean, for you and I. I mean—” she clears her throat, as if it’s closing up. “An academic opportunity. Or, in your case, professional. Well, a betterment of your livelihood. Okay, um, shit, just… I should go!”

She turns away, her face the deepest scarlet he’s ever seen.

“Betty, wait.”

She pivots back, eyes down at the ground.

“How about I buy you a new slushie and you come back into the booth. Tell me everything I’m doing wrong for the rest of the night.”

Betty looks up, biting the corner of her smile. “Sounds like a deal.”

They shake on it.

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