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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Maybe pregnant hcs for Todoroki, Iida, Shinsou and Amajiki???💓💓💓💓💓

-Ohoho!!!! This right here just melts my hurt. Even thinking about it makes me weak.Plus a little heads up, everyone is having daughters cause I’m weak to the knees with the thought of these four and their babygirls so be prepared. Hope I don’t disappoint.💖💖💖

*All characters are aged up so around the ages of 20-25 and up*

Todoroki Shouto

-You and Shouto have been together since your second year in UA.

-You got married when you both got well acquainted with the hero life and now live a happy , yet busy, life in an apartment near his mom’s house.

-We know that this boy would want his family to be close to him and the fact that you get along with everyone fills his heart with so much love.

-You two never really talked about children.

-Maybe a few suggestions of having a child in the future but nothing serious.

-Que the morning sickness.

-Shouto was really worried about you, I mean look at you.

-You’re emptying your guts in the toilet every single morning.

-You can’t eat most foods that you used to like and have a weird craving for tuna yogurt?!

-He doesn’t want to leave the house, he even convinced you to take some days off and try to relax.

-Give your body rest.

-He promised to get some days off himself to take care of you.

-You had your suspicions, tbh.

-You just didn’t tell him.

-Whether that was to not get his hopes up or to post pone the heartbreak you didn’t really know.

-So what if you were mildly panicking over the fact that the 5 pregnancy tests you just took were all positive.

-It was the first day of your mini ‘vacation’ and thankfully Shouto had been called in today.

-Because you’re panicking and legit losing your shit over this, you call....Rei.

-Okay maybe it wasn’t the best course of action considering you were on the verge of cardiac arrest, but what can you do.

-You asked her if she was home and if you could stop by.

-Of course she said yes, delighted to see you and mentioned that Fuyumi was also going to stop by in around an hour.

-You made your way to her house, arriving just as Fuyumi was pulling into the drive way.

-After greeting each other and going inside, you took your seats in the living room and waited for Rei to make some tea.

-Fuyumi was going on and on about what the kids at the kindergarten were doing and how cute some of them were being.

-Neither of the Todoroki women had missed your puffy eyes or how your smile would constantly waver, but they decided to let you tell them on your own accord.

-Once Rei joined you in the living room, they both turned to you.

- “So how have you been Y/n, dear?” Rei said watching you really closely.

-You looked down, feeling hot tears starting to form in your eyes and your throat tightening painfully.

-Fuyumi moved closer to you while Rei draped an arm around your shoulders which were shacking at the moment.

- “I-I’m p-pregnant.” it was barely a whisper, but they heard it alright.

-Mom mode activated 2x.

-They reassured you that everything was going to be fine and how lucky you are.

-They repeatedly said how excited Shouto will be and what of a push over of a dad he would become.

-After 4 long hours of baby talk, you returned home, collapsing on the sofa before passing out for a good 3 hour nap.

-When you woke up, Shouto was home and sitting next to you weaving his fingers absentmindedly through your hair.

- “Hey there sleepyhead.”

-How could his voice be so soft!?!?

-You buried your face into the blanket, which really confused him, I mean...what did he do?

- “We have a problem...” pause....awkward silence.... “I’m pregnant.”

-*Windows noises*

-After the mild stroke, he lifted you up so you were looking at him and just stared at you.

-Those seconds that he just looked at you felt like eternity.

-The torture ended however, when he lowered his head to your stomach and lifting your shirt, placed a small kiss right under your belly button.

- “Hey there, snowflake. Nice to meet you.”

-And with that, 9 exhausting months started full of mood swings, weird cravings, back rubs and a never ending list of baby names.

-You two learned you were having twins on your fifth appointment, but you decided to keep the gender a surprise.

-On a cold January night your two girls were brought into the world and it was one of the few times you had seen Endeavour and Natsuo in the same room bawling their eyes out.

-Your white haired baby was named Rei *after her grandmother* while your mixed red and h/c babygirl Ren.

-When Shouto held them for the first time, you thought he was going to have a mental breakdown.

-He’s a total push over and your girls are daddy’s girls to the core.

-He’s the best dad they could ask for.

Iida Tenya

-You and Tenya have been married for 6 years now and have been trying endlessly for a baby.

-You both agreed that you were ready for the responsibility and that having a little Tenya running around the house sounded like a great idea.

-Saying that you were exhausted form the attempts was an understatement.

-Tenya had incredible stamina and even more libido, so you can safely assume that during the week long process of baby making you couldn’t walk straight.

-However, your little shenanigans stopped when your doctor delivered you the news.

-You had been hit by a blood related quirk while dealing with a villain and had to get a check up afterwards.

-You were given a scolding the moment you saw your doctor because why aren’t you in desk duty you RASCAL!?

-You were confused beyond belief and it was written all over your face.

- “You don’t know do you?”

-Le sigh.

- “Mrs. Iida I’m happy to announce you that you’re expecting, so that means you are to be put in desk duty for the next 4 months or else I’m making sure you don’t leave the house for a good 9 months.”

-You. Were. Ecstatic.

-You ran to Tenya’s agency, bringing down the damned door to his office giving the man a heart attack.

- “Y/n what’s-”

- “I’M PREGNANT!”

-Que ecstatic air chopping.

-Tenya went into full dad mode during those 9 months.

-Buttt he’s also kinda nervous.

-Nervous like Tamaki in a crowd level nervous.

-You get the image.

-You have anything you want whenever you want it.

-The nursery is done the moment you find out you are having a gilr.

-Unlike Todoroki he isn’t patient enough to keep the gender a secret.

-When the day arrives, you’re just chilling outside with him when you nonchalantly blurt out ‘my waters broke’.

-....oh...oH.....OHSHIIIIIIIT.

- “WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?! GET UP! ARE YOU IN PAIN? CAN YOU WALK!?”

-This goes on until you are screaming and crushing his hand in the delivery room.

-Your little girl is born and she’s a carbon copy of Tenya.

-Same colored hair and eyes.

-The face structure looks like you.

-She has your nose and mouth, along with your eyebrows but apart from that she’s a mini genderbend Tenya.

-Because she was born early in the morning you decided to change her name and so little Asami Tenya was officially a part of this world.

-Tenya cried.

-You cried.

-Asami cried.

-You were one happy crying family.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-You and Hitoshi have been together for two years now, but you haven’t put a ring on it.

-Sure you live together and act like a married couple already but you’re not Mrs.Shinsou.....yet.

-You have been feeling strange for days now and your period was late which never happens.

-You are panicking but unlike Shouto you two aren’t married.

-He can leave with almost no complications.

-You were his girlfriend not his wife.

-The pregnancy tests you had taken were mocking you from the bathroom sink and your poor hormone ridden mind couldn’t handle the stress.

-You cried a river until you heard keys jiggling and HItoshi’s iconic ‘Kitten, I’m home!’

-You couldn’t face him like this.

-In a haste you shoved the tests into the laundry basket along with their packages and covered them with some sheets.

-Fixing your hair and washing your face, you straightened and walked out the door.

-After greeting Hitoshi with a kiss you calmly told him to go get ready while you made him something to eat.

-Your mind was running laps thinking how you could tell him or how you could solve your little problem as quietly as possible.

-That is until he walked in holding what seemed to be a box.

-A pregnancy test box.

-HOW CAN YOU BE BLIND?

- “Y/n, what’s this?”pause “Are you..?”

-Anddd more crying.

-You sobbed about how sorry you were and how you couldn’t explain how it happened.

-Both of you were so careful, how did this happen???

-After a good 15 minutes of you bawling your eyes out on the kitchen floor while Hitoshi was trying to calm you down, you finally stopped at the sound of his chuckle.

- “Well, damn kitten, your surprise definitely beat mine.”

-Then he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and watched you closely.

-Now you are Mrs.Shinsou.

-These 9 months weren’t as bad as you would expect.

-Hitoshi was really good at giving you everything you wanted and during the whole pregnancy you didn’t lift a finger.

-One October night your waters broke and you found yourself in a long procedure of bringing your child into the world.

-Hitoshi was a wreck and had called Aizawa for emotional support who called Hizashi who called Midnight.

-Once you were finished, Hitoshi rushed into your room and found you utterly exhausted.

-He was the first to hold your baby and you have never seen him cry this much in your life.

- “Hello my little Kei.”

-Kei Shinsou was a happy little girl with an amazing father by her side.

Amajiki Tamaki

-Ah love.

-Something Tamaki found during high school and held onto it ever since.

-Now a well known pro hero, Suneater was more than happy with his life with you.

-He always wanted a little something more but never expressed it.

-He loved the idea of having a mini you running around the living room or waking him up in the morning with little squeals and kisses.

-He loved you to the moon and back, more than life itself but having a kid with you sparked a whole new sensation in him.

-So he tried to be sly about it.

-Forgetting the condoms or to pull out.

-You not being able to find your pills.

-A whole lot of fun.

-You were newly weds and your libidos were high af and with the prospect of children on the table Tamaki became 10x more driven and horny.

-So you weren’t all that surprised when your doctor gave you the news.

-You had gone for a plain old check up when he came into the room with a bright smile on his face and congratulations falling like a waterfall from his mouth.

-Once back home you put your plan in motion.

-You had a feeling Tamaki was trying to knock you up for some time now.

-He couldn’t forget to pull out every time like come on.

-But you were fine with it since you too wanted a kid with him.

-You just would’ve liked a little heads up first.

-You made your little bun and put it in the oven.

-And waited.

-Until finally Tamaki walked through the door, a smile gracing his features as he made his way to you.

- “Hey bunny.”

-Giving him a quick peck you told him to check the oven real quick to make sure the food was all good.

-He obliged, walking to the kitchen and seeing the sole bun sitting in the oven.

-He was beyond confused on why you would only make one bun in the oven and not more, I mean you are two peop- ohhhh.

-OH.

-He did it.

-He let the news settle in before going back to you.

- “Are you sure?” nod “100% sure?” another nod.

-At that he fell to his knees in front of you, attacking your stomach with kisses and I love yous.

-To whom they were directed you couldn’t actually tell but you were happy either way.

-Calls the baby butterfly.

-Makes the whole nursery along with Mirio who is ecstatic.

-Butterfly themed baby room.

-Expect many back and belly rubs along with Tamaki coming home early because Fatgum cannot allow him to stay at work when he’s preparing for a baby.

-When your waters break you are buying some onesies with small octopuses on them.

-You have never been taken to the hospital so fast in your whole hero career.

-After many painful and stressful hours, your baby girl is born and she’s stunning.

-She has Tama’s ears and hair but your eyes and nose.

-She’s a perfect mix.

-The Big 3 cry as a team.

-When she’s given to him, Tamaki just cry laughs at how gorgeous she’s.

-Many thank yous are exchanged.

- Cho Amajiki.

-Tamaki cannot stop repeating the name even after they have taken her away.

-He curls on the chair next to you, holding your hand the whole night, falling into a deep sleep, imaging his new life with his little butterfly.

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unincised · 4 years

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It’s 12 in the morning and instead of doing homework I wrote a meta fic in the perspective of Dream and Wilbur during Dream SMP War. You can read it under the cut!

Inspired by (but not based around) <this post> and everyone’s replies, because that got me messed up tbh.

(It’s probably not chronologically correct / some events are probably forgotten or misinterpreted, but it’s early and I’m bored and inspired, so idk man.)

3k words; 2nd POV; any content warnings in the OG war apply here, but I don’t go into graphic detail so don’t worry. Might post on AO3 if I’m feeling cheeky.

You started to regret your decision. They haven’t existed on your land for too long, but they had already caused more trouble than what was worth. Still, you allowed them to stay, because they captivated your citizens; Strange accents, lovable characteristics, and a reputation that they grew from living elsewhere. You had figured that they would make great additions to your Court, for as long as they wanted it.

You never anticipated they’d take advantage. You never thought they’d stoop so low as to begin forming their own illegal acts behind your back.

There were whispers among the people; Forced smiles that promised secrets. You grit your teeth, because how could anyone keep secrets from you? From their King? Your closest friends knew nothing, but that didn’t mean nothing was happening. So, despite their best efforts to keep you calm, you went out scouting. There were tunnels all across your land, stretching as far as needed, appearing and disappearing, reforming to your needs. You knew this land better than anyone, and you used it to your advantage.

Tommy was acting awfully strange. Forced laughter, nervous glances over his shoulder, sword always strapped to his side. You tailed him until he was no longer on the main road, sneaking around a mountain and deep into the woods. Past a river. He stopped outside a single caravan, knocking on the door and being allowed entry a few moments later. Your eyes narrowed; No one informed you of a residence this far out.

Finding a better vantage point, you peered through the foggy glass and saw brewing stands lining the walls, a man you knew to be Wilbur pulling out a stack of blaze rods. Tommy visibly laughed, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

You couldn’t believe it. In his own home? Did they have no respect?

That night, you confided with George and Sapnap, watching as they sneered at the blatant lack of tact. It was the final straw: You made a final decision to ban them until further notice, maybe in a simple temporary status if they cooperated.

No one explained these things to you. You had no older advisors, no parental guidance, just your two friends who you’d trust with your life. You had no experience dealing with treason within your ranks, especially between two foreign ambassadors that weren’t supposed to break off with their own agenda. This was out of your control, and your confrontation hadn’t even happened yet. There was an unease within the three of you, but it was left unaddressed. You had no time to ponder these things. You needed to act.

Wilbur Soot was not like you. He was older, had experience, was once teamed up with legends that everyone knew the names of. He had a long-standing status within this very tight community. Compared to him, you were no one. You were younger, newer, growing fast but that meant nothing in terms of status. Your land was not well known either — if you ever needed help, you doubted that others would come to your aid. In this way, you were alone.

Despite your warnings, they did not back off. By this point, you were starting to get desperate. If you couldn’t handle a few criminals, how were you to keep your legitimacy as a ruler? You would be considered a joke, possibly even overthrown. Most importantly, how would your friends see you?

Through all of this, the citizens were turning. George arrived back looking frantic, shedding his commoner clothing and pacing around the room. He spoke of the murmurs in the crowd, of the people starting to lean towards those… those criminals. They spoke of you as a tyrant, singing praises of those foreigners’ bravery and justice.

Alone with your thoughts, you reflected. You knew that this war — and you knew it would become a war, no matter how much Alyssa denied it — would need to end with you on top. Luckily, this was something you could do. You were born to fight, knew the newest and deadliest attack methods, knew how to plan out traps, how to get people right where you needed them and strike before they even registered what happened. You had slain dragons; this team of misfits wouldn’t stand a chance.

The next day, you burned Tubbo’s house to the ground, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you screamed your declaration. WHITE FLAGS. OUTSIDE, BY TOMORROW! Sapnap cheered as the mansion lit the night up in a red glow. You knew that they’d be able to see it from where they cowered behind their walls in the forest. You hoped that they would back down before any real damage was done.

Two new allies joined your side, a young boy called Punz and a man named Eret. You only publicised one, the other was an Ace. Eret spoke in the accent of their opposers, came from the same region of their world, was charismatic and excellent at deception. Without hesitation, you gave him orders to be their spy.

“I want something in return,” There was a smug grin on his face, as if he already knew he’d get what was asked.

“Name your price.” You didn’t so much like compromises on such time-sensitive topics, but you knew that his role in this war would go a long way.

He wanted a castle, and a title to fit it. At first, you worried this was his obscure way of asking for your crown. It wasn’t; He wanted the title, not the responsibilities. With a suppressed sigh of irritation, you shook his hand.

Eret fit into the newly dubbed “L’manberg” seamlessly. He reported that they had no suspicions, going as far as to let him help build their wall of black stone. Slowly, the tension left your body; With this, the war was a guaranteed win.

Sapnap, ever the arsonist, strode up you with a mischievous smile, toying with a flint and steel. His idea was childish, would only really serve as something to fill the downtime and cause panic, but he agreed anyway. It was methodical, calming, watching the trees around L’manberg go up in flames until all that remained was a charred wasteland where a lush forest once thrived. George let out an exasperated sigh when he finally arrived, looking like a disappointed parent. To make up for it, you allowed him to light one block of explosives in the entrance of the nation’s walls, cheering and whooping as it cracked the stone and left a sizable indentation in the earth. For a time, things were perfect.

The harsh realities came crashing down when he arrived back home, finding almost no citizens on his side, harsh glares and spit words of villain. It seemed as if everyone forgot why the war was started in the first place. Did no one remember that it was them who came, betrayed what few laws he had in place, and then proceeded to create a nation on his land? Yet people sympathised with the four traitors — half of which were children. If anything, the notion that Tommy and Tubbo were being used for Wilbur’s own gain was something to fight against, but still no one listened.

You were beyond desperation: You needed to end this once and for all. Giving Eret the signal, and suiting up with your three other allies, the Dream Team finally headed off to war.

It was brutal. You arrived with the upper hand, camping atop the Embassy and sniping them off, effectively pinning them in Tommy’s old hut. The tides changed, and you retreated while they advanced. A game of cat and mouse, the roles switching mid-battle and no one knowing who was going to end up on top.

You sent off Punz to check on Eret, who had stayed behind in L’manberg. He arrived back with a confident smile, nodding once. The plan was set in motion, and you waited until the group of traitors returned back to their nation to regroup and restock. You lead the way through the charred remains of your land, dodging old traps and keeping to the shadows. The looming walls of L’manberg came into view, and a collective spike of excitement went through them. This was it; This was the finale. After all the failed negotiations: Discs, explosives, words — none of it mattered.

The hidden wall slid open, and in one fell swoop, you overpowered the criminals once and for all.

A message arrived the next day, from none other than Tommy. On it was a simple request for a duel, written in as few words as possible. As if the very notion of you reading his words disgusted him. George and Sapnap scoffed at the request, knowing the outcome with confidence, but you accepted it anyway.

Tommy was tired, bags under his eyes and the bow held low. Still, his eyes burned with passion, a promise of your defeat. Such a weak promise. At the count of ten you turned, appreciating Tommy’s unwavering resolve before firing a precise arrow and watching it plunge into the boy’s shoulder. His own arrow whizzed past your head, a few inches from its mark.

With one last look to the group as they crowded around Tommy in an act of protection, you turned and left.

The boy was persistent, a trait that you both appreciated and hated. A week later he was back, standing before you, a round object held tightly in his hands. You raised an eyebrow, finally impressed with the negotiation. Yes, this was something you could get behind. A fair trade: Something important to him for something important to you. A single music disc for an entire nation. Without context, the deal would seem weak and worthless. You knew better. You knew that his disc was treasured above anything else Tommy had. It wasn’t just a disc, it was leverage.

You took it from his weak grasp, watching as his hands clenched around empty air, head held low, but shouldered squared. The disc was turned over in your hands, as if in contemplation, before you acquiesced. He seemed to curl up into himself, and you wondered if this was something he wanted at all, or if it was the mental ministrations of Wilbur.

Nevertheless, you bid him a good day and went home. For now, you promised yourself, just for now you’d let them be.

The boy was surprisingly easy to betray. He gave you and your fellow friends free reign of his land so long as you followed his rules and played nice. You wanted to laugh outright, seeing right through that clay mask and into the eyes of a boy who knew nothing of real life. His position was unique, what with holding such a powerful title at such a young age, and that expanse of untouched land. He had no advisors, no guidance, following his and his friends’ own immature instincts. It was funny to you, but something else itched under your skin. You forced a smile at the interactions, convincingly obedient, but behind the curtains you sneered at this… child’s rule. What about him made for a King? How was he able to gather so many loyal citizens?

The amusement you originally felt twisted into jealousy.

To spite this boy and his very idea of ruling, you planned a coup. A revolution. Something to stir the pot, just to take him down several notches. The first step was Tommy. Naive, malleable Tommy, who played his part perfectly without even knowing it was pre-planned. Truthfully, nothing was remarkably illegal or interesting about creating a drug business deep into the forest, but it was a start. You snuck Tommy notes, telling of a fun project you wanted his participation in. You told him that he couldn’t tell a soul — sans Tubbo, of course — and waited for that reliable Tommy behaviour of not being able to keep a secret.

When he arrived on the doorstep of your Caravan, you could feel the eyes of someone else in the shadows of the trees. You made a show of it, leading Tommy to the room with a window, where everything was set up in plain view. The child was none the wiser, grabbing eagerly at the blaze rods, happily shrieking at this new turn of events. You promised him glory. You were on the right side of the war.

And there would be a war.

Dream was not a cunning ruler. He was smart, sure — everyone knew of his dangerous traps, of him outmaneuvering several people at once, of the several dragons he had slain just for fun — but he knew nothing of politics. He never addressed his people, never tried to win their favor, focusing all of his attention on countering every single one of your plans. You used this to its fullest potential, entering the empty spotlight and basking in the sympathetic gaze of the former King’s citizens. He no longer controlled them; They were yours. Their support was yours, their love was yours, and they promised you loyalty.

You took it all, and turned it back on Dream. In a beautiful display of true political power, you watched as your new followers pieced together their own narrative. Dream’s status was ruined, his name dragged through the mud, and you didn’t even need to do much. It was glorious.

There were casualties in war. Tubbo’s home was not a variable you accounted for, but with a few pats on the head, the problem was glossed over. Children were simple that way, you supposed. You told them that he could rebuild a new one, a better one. Homes were temporary, independence was forever. Tommy was the final word, escorting his friend away while trying his best to empathise. The sorrowful expression dropped on your face, and you turned back to more important matters.

A new face was standing at the entrance of your nation. He looked lost, hopeful, a tad bit tired. His eyes were covered by dark glasses. Eret was a sort of enigma, seeming to be a perfect addition to the team. They didn’t ask questions, did as they were told, was never mean to the younger boys. With his help, the wall around L’manberg was completed. Eret’s story was that had lived in Dream’s realm for a long time, but never seemed to fit in anywhere. As the tensions rose between the King and people of their origin, Eret no longer felt safe in the Kingdom. He wanted somewhere to belong, and he knew that you were the right man to give him that chance.

You had never heard of Eret before then, so you assumed the story legitimate. You had originally planned to still keep a close eye, but Eret was disarming, fitting into your ranks like he was there all along, never seeming like he was telling anything but the truth. He took on responsibility for Tommy and Tubbo, something you appreciated greatly. Until there was reason not to, you accepted him.

Tommy was enthusiastic, ready to charge into battle at a moment's notice. He stayed glued to your side, attempting to mimic and become a perfect copy. As if he was hoping to take your place someday. How funny. Besides that, he was comparable to a guard dog, which you could appreciate to an extent (you’d appreciate it more if he would stop trying to challenge enemies to 1v1s at every opportunity). You deduced that, in a few years — when he was finally combat-ready — he could make a formidable opponent. But Tommy didn’t have that luxury of time, so you made do.

Another thing about Tommy, was his obsession with two particular music discs. You wish you had found out this weakness sooner, because by the time Tommy told you, Dream had already discovered its leverage. Tommy and Tubbo would spend days off-schedule trading useless items with Dream, managing to trick him a few times until Dream came back with a netherite axe and forcibly stole them back again. It seemed to be an endless cycle, one which you did not appreciate. When Tommy returned with the two discs — confirmed to be the real ones — you told him that no longer was he to toy with the enemy like that. A dark look crossed his face, before compliance overtook. He saluted and went to find an Ender Chest.

You awoke to the forest surrounding your walls alit with fire. Standing on the outskirts, tossing aside a spent flint and steel, was Sapnap. His grin was maniacal, dark eyes staring at you with a challenging expression, knowing that he was untouchable. You had made it clear that nothing inside your nation was to be touched, but that of course excluded everything else. You grit your teeth, turning back to confer with Eret.

As soon as your foot touched the steps leading into the caravan, an explosion shook the ground under you. A cloud of smoke and fire emanated from the entrance of your country. Debris flew in all directions, gravel and dirt landing in your hair and dusting your clothes. The sound of cheering was heard in the distance.

When the final battle plan commenced, everything went wrong. Tubbo returned the day of the attack with news that they raided his home and broke all the potions he had spent days preparing. Your stock was nowhere near the needed amount. When on the battlefield, the group of netherite soldiers had you all pinned, fire arrows raining down from the skies. Even when you were able to change the tides, you quickly ran out of resources and needed to return home. It was a constant up and down, and you were only able to relax when inside the safety of L’manberg’s walls.

Eret had something up his sleeve. Something he’d been working on in secret. You felt an unease, because the man you had thought to be an open book was capable of hiding an entire underground bunker, complete with chests filled with…

Nothing. The chests were empty, and you turned in alarm when the sound of a button was pushed.

A few days later, Tommy entered your quarters, eyes downcast in something similar to shame. You suppressed a sigh, knowing that nothing good could come from a look like that. As it turned out, Tommy had challenged Dream to a duel. A final act, winner takes all. You didn’t know what to feel. As the war progressed, you saw the change in Tommy; He holds himself differently now. Dried cuts covered his face, bruises littered across his body, a near-imperceptible limp on the right leg. He was in no position for a duel, but it was out of your control. He had brought this upon himself, and despite it all you knew he had to follow through.

An arrow embedded itself deep into Tommy’s shoulder, and you swallowed harshly. He fell to the ground, and his friends surrounded him in a flurry of panic. Dream was gone just as fast as he arrived. Somewhere inside you, you knew that this would be the outcome. Still, you were disappointed.

You sat atop the walls, charred and cracked, needing several repairs after all they went through. But they weren’t your walls anymore, were they? Dream and his posse had won, and it was time for you to leave. In an attempt to overthrow that boy, you made him stronger. The citizens were divided, one half cheering at Dream’s victory, the other crying at L’manberg’s fall. When had this game become so serious? You didn’t expect this attachment to a throwaway nation that was only expected to live as long as it was entertaining. Now it felt like a real home, a place of sanctuary. You did this, you built this place, you fought for it. Still, it was no longer yours.

“I did it, Wilbur.” Tommy’s voice, normally loud and childish, had a somber tone. There was an edge of maturity, and of something gained while another was lost. You looked at him, taking in his eyes that seemed on the verge of tears, of exhaustion laced into every feature on his face, of calloused hands littered with nasty blisters. What did you do? The answer was not expected — you were ready to say goodbye to this place, to move onto the next project, to forget L’manberg ever existed.

A smile tugged at your lips. So faithful were his soldiers, so giving, so ready to sacrifice everything for something their leader barely believed in. You pulled Tommy close, embracing him in a tight hug that felt so unfamiliar. Your smile turned into a sharp grin, overlooking your land and seeing so many futures, so many possibilities.

“I’m proud of you, Tommy.”

#when I went back to link the post i found more additions to it #and i'm sad all over again #also wilbur is manipulative in here so just be warned #dream smp #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #wilbur soot #tubbo #theeret #I FORGOT FUNDY I'M SORRY #JUST IMAGINE HIM OFF ON THE SIDELINES BEING A NEGLECTED CHILD #punz

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nancydrew-onthecase · 4 years

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Realizations

ao3 | 2,078 words

Nancy pulled into the driveway of the Drew residence. She had just dropped Bess and George off after an afternoon of lunch and shopping. It had been Bess's idea to shop and of course George had complained the whole time. But even with Bess's endless chatter and the muttering from George, the afternoon had been nice. Nancy had just gotten back from back to back cases so it had been good to relax for a bit.

She made her way inside, dropped her messenger bag on the couch and then continued into the kitchen going through the mail she had taken from the mailbox as she walked. Bill, advertisement, bill, letter addressed to carson drew, another advertisement. She tossed the mail onto the counter and started to make herself a snack. As she was pouring milk for the cookies she had grabbed, her text message alert went off. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and looked at the screen.

1 new text message

She opened her phone to see that the message was from Joe Hardy.

Hey Nance! I heard you were done with your cases! How were they?

Smiling to herself she took her milk and cookies with her over to the couch. Placing her snack in front of her on the coffee table she sat down, pulled her legs up under her and began to text Joe back.

Hi joe! Ya! They were kind of exhausting tbh so I’m glad to be home. What are you up to?!

Nancy bit her bottom lip as she contemplated asking the question she really wanted to ask. How was frank. She hadn’t talked to him since they had ended things.

It wasn’t like their break up had been terrible. About three months in they realized that the two of them were better suited for friendship. They were too much alike. But she had the feeling that Frank took the realization harder than she had. Everyone knew that Frank had always pined for Nancy long before they ever tried a relationship; even Nancy knew that. She just hoped that at some point soon they could go back to being good friends. For now, she had decided to give him some space. Between her recent case load and the fact that she didn't exactly live in the same town as Frank it had been relatively easy. She had been wondering if she should reach out to him in some way though.

She looked back at the screen of her phone and saw that Joe had responded.

Well, I'm actually in River Heights! And I thought it could be fun to meet up for some coffee?

What was Joe doing in River Heights? It wasn’t like he had a habit of randomly showing up. Nancy wondered if Frank was with him. But no. He had said “I'm” in River Heights, not we. So he must be alone.

You are??? What a nice surprise! Is Frank with you? What brings you here?

Maybe he was working on a case and needed some help? He would have said that in his text though. Joe got way too excited for cases to leave that detail out.

No he isn’t. It’s just me. You want to meet me at the coffee shop? I’m there right now!

At this point curiosity was taking over and Nancy wanted to find out what was going on. Plus Joe was always fun to hang out with.

Ya! I’m headed there right now. See you soon!

Nancy quickly put her glass of milk in the fridge and the cookies in a bag to save for later. Then grabbed her keys and headed to her car.

***

Joe sat at a little table by the window of the small coffee shop looking down at his mug. His coffee had grown cold. He had lost track of how long he’d been there. Maybe an hour? All he knew was that after his conversation with Frank last night he couldn’t think of anything else other than seeing Nancy. He didn’t even know how this would go or what he would say. He was a jittery ball of nerves. Flashes of his conversation with frank coming up in his mind every few minutes or so.

"Joe you like Nancy don't you.

"Yeah of course I do! She's great. What kind of question is that anyway?"

"No, I mean you like like her"

Joe stared blankly at Frank. "What do you mean?"

"Joe," Frank scoffed, "I've seen the way you look at her when you think I'm not looking. Like she can do no wrong and like she is the most perfect girl in the world. But also, you never really shut up about her."

Joe sat there in stunned silence. He thought about all the times they had spent together with Nancy. They were just fun times! With a good friend! What was frank talking about.

He rolled his eyes "Whatever that's just- I’m not-

But suddenly he was thinking back to all those times he felt subtle twinges of jealousy every time Frank and Nancy seemed to have a connection and he felt like a third wheel. It had been even worse when Frank and Nancy were actually dating. Or how he felt excited every time they joined forces with Nancy and he got to see her again. He had always passed these feelings off as nothing and would tell himself he was only excited because Nancy was a great friend or he was only jealous because he didn’t like feeling left out. With a jolt he realized Frank was right. He had been harboring some feelings for Nancy. How could he have been so clueless?

"I- I guess you're right. I- I haven't really given it much thought but now that you say it I- w-what do I do?"

He looked up at Frank with wide eyes. He suddenly felt nervous. When was he ever nervous? About a girl?

Frank sat for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

"I think you should tell her. You'll always wonder if you don't. At least find out if she could feel the same."

Joe sat anxiously on the edge of his bed, while Frank sat across the room staring back at Joe letting his words sink in.

"At least one of us should have a chance with her.”

There was a hint of a small smile on Frank's face but Joe knew he was still hurting and could hear the ache in his voice. After all, it had only been a month since Frank and Nancy had ended things. Joe realized how hard this must be for him.

"Are you sure you're alright with that? It hasn't been that long since-"

Frank gave him a small smile.

"Ya Joe, I'm fine with it"

Joe was startled back to reality by the scraping of chairs as the neighboring table prepared to leave. He was suddenly aware again of the butterflies that had been ever present in his stomach since his conversation with Frank. They had made it impossible for him to even eat, which he found annoying. If there was one thing in this world Joe loved, it was eating. He looked around at the locals chattering and sipping at their own coffee mugs. They all seemed so at ease and relaxed. What he would give to be in anyone else's shoes right now.

"It isn't like me to be so nervous about a girl" Joe muttered to himself.

The thing was, Nancy wasn't just some girl to Joe. She never had been, not really. From the moment they first met as teens he knew there was something different about her. Now in their mid twenties she had grown to be something really special to him. She was Nance. One of his best friends. The girl who could solve any code, cipher, riddle or puzzle thrown at her. The girl who fought for what was important to her. The greatest amateur detective and person he'd ever met. And one of his best friends.

Joe didn't know if he could do it. If he told her how he felt and she didn't reciprocate, or worse just thought of him as a brother, his heart would shatter, he was sure of it. Snap out of it. It’s going to be alright. Just then he noticed a blue roadster pull into the coffee shops parking lot from the corner of his eye. He watched as a strawberry blonde got out of the car and started to walk towards the door. Well, here goes nothing I guess.

***

Nancy walked through the doors of the coffee shop and caught sight of Joe sitting near a back window. He gave her a little wave and she started walking in his direction. As she got closer she noticed that he didn’t seem quite himself. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but something was off.

“Hey Joe!”

“Hi” he responded with a smile. That great Joe Hardy smile.

Nancy ordered a coffee and the two friends spent a few minutes catching up. They hadn’t seen each other since around the time she and Frank had ended things. Joe asked her about her cases and Nancy filled him in. Throughout the conversation she couldn’t help but noticed that Joe seemed a little jittery; not his normal relaxed self. He kept avoiding direct eye contact with her and she noted that he hadn’t ordered any food. Which was unusual for Joe. He ordered food every time he was in a place that served it. His coffee was barely touched as well. Maybe she would pry here in a minute, but first she had to ask the question that was most tugging at her brain.

“How is Frank doing?” She had to ask. It would bother her if she didn’t.

“He’s doing okay. I think he’s still a little sad, but it’s Frank. He’ll bounce back eventually right?” Joe gave Nancy a reassuring smile.

“Ya I suppose you’re right”, Nancy sighed. “Anyway, are you okay Joe? You seem nervous and you haven’t ordered any food, which is very unusual for you.”

Joe gave a little laugh,“Nothing get’s past you Nance." His eyes darted around the coffee shop at all the people there and then looked back at her.

“Hey can we get out of here? Maybe we can walk to that park over there?” He gestured across the street.

“Uh ya, sure. Why not” Nancy shrugged with a small frown on her face. Something was definitely going on. He hadn’t even made any of those Joe Hardy jokes she had grown to love.

They made their way out the door and across the street. Joe led them to a bench near a small pond and they sat down.

“Alright”, Joe started. “I didn’t just show up today for no reason. I- well I wanted to tell you something.”

His face was serious and determined and Nancy couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked. He was suddenly making eye contact with her and her stomach did a flip. All at once Nancy thought she knew what was coming, but not only that, she also realized that it was what she wanted. Feelings she didn’t realize she had began to surface all at once. People had pushed her and Frank together for years and she had given in to that, thinking it was the right thing. But was the person for her in front of her all along? Had it been a Hardy brother after all? Just not the one everyone thought it would be?

She became very aware of how close they were sitting. Their knees almost touching and their hands resting on the bench between them, mere inches apart.

“Nancy, I- I really like you... more than a friend”, he quickly corrected. He bit his lip as he anticipated what Nancy was going to say.

They sat for a moment. Nancy noticed that they had slowly moved closer in the last few minutes. Getting caught up in the moment and without thinking any more about it she closed the gap and kissed Joe. She pulled back and gave an awkward little laugh. Joe sat there, stunned, before he came back to reality and smiled one of his big Joe Hardy smiles.

“I guess that means you like me too?”

“Oh Joe”, Nancy said with a laugh and they both moved in for another kiss.

#jancy #clue crew #fanfic #my fic #nancy drew #joe hardy #frank hardy

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Since you're my fount of hope in these dark days, I would love to hear your speculation on Bran. Will he lose himself to become the 3ER? Or will he still be Bran? How would he be perceived by the Westerosi? Are they in awe of him? Or will they be suspicious of his abilities? Will Bran want to be king? Or just agrees to serve the people? Why would he choose Tyrion as hand? Or was that just fan service? You don't need to answer all of those, I'd just love any of your thoughts on his endgame!

Hello again @esther-dot .Thanks for your ask. I’m glad that you found some hope in my ramblings. When it comes to the fiction, I turn out to be an optimist I guess. And tbh I refuse to believe that the ending of Asioaf will be nihilistic so I’m trying to make sense with everything we got.

To be fair... I’m not the best person to talk about Bran or his journey and arc. I love that sweet boy but I’m definitely not a Bran expert. But I’ll share my thoughts anyway.. :)

- Will he lose himself to become the 3EC? Or will he still be Bran?

Maybe at first, a little. I always consider the journeys of Stark kids as parallels. Because even GRRM makes a point about those kids:

“The kids [Sansa, Arya, and Bran] are a huge part of the story, in many ways the central part of the story.’’ -GRRM

Sansa loses herself to be Alayne in Vale, Arya becomes No One slowly. But these are their masks that they have to put on to survive. These masks are their lessons and in the future these lessons will help them. But in the end we know that Sansa and Arya will return to their own selves. That’s why I believe that Bran will be Bran in the end. But this doesn’t mean that those masks will leave them for good. No. These masks will become parts of them but not entirely them. So I’m expecting a less robotic Bran with 3EC’s powers. But we still don’t know the basics of his powers very well. Maybe they will be less effective when he’ll end up in the South.

- How would he be perceived by the Westerosi? Are they in awe of him? Or will they be suspicious of his abilities?

Asoiaf is a poitical fantasy series. Westeros is a political place. So I can’t imagine the people/lords of Westeros rooting for a leader with such abilities. Which lord would want a king who can see what’s happening in his castle? This is 1984 Westeros Edition, if you ask me...

Yes we -as readers- might know that Bran is a good kid and he would never use his powers for evil etc. But why would the lords of Westeros put their faith in him? My only guess is that Bran will save Westeros from a great deal and people/lords of Westeros will cheer for him. But still Frodo saved Middle-Earth but they didn’t choose him as a King. Give Bran some medal and be done with it.

The show made him a great candidate for a King because he can’t have kids so when he dies they will choose a new King. This is absurd. This will only cause more games between kingdoms, therefore more wars. Westeros suffered enough from these games and wars and what they need now is “stability”. They need to know who will come after Bran so they can sleep in peace at nights.

So why Bran?

- Will Bran want to be king? Or just agrees to serve the people?

Bran is a little boy and he is a Stark. I can’t imagine him being thrilled with becoming a southern King. He will definitely agree to this to serve Westeros. I tried to explain why King Bran doesn’t make sense politically. The boy has no claim after all. Why him and not Podrick? My guess is: they will need Bran’s abilities. But a KING with such abilities sounds dystopic. Because Kings have powers over the states/kingdoms etc. BUT having a SYMBOLIC LEADER with such powers might not be bad.

My head canon is: Bran will be a higher authority like United Nations.

These kind of authorities can only exist as long as the countries show their consent and agreement. UN’s main purpose is keeping the peace between countries. This is how I imagine Bran’s reign will be. Bran will be a figure to keep the peace in Westeros after all those wars. Westeros won’t see him as another King but they will seek his guidance to keep the relations between kingdoms smooth. They will bring their disputes to him and he will serve them justice and solutions because he will know all the facts... But Bran himself will have no agenda. He will serve the 6 Kingdoms not the other way around. (Btw I kind of believe that there will no 6Kingdoms and with Bran’s guidance they will declare their own independence one by one, so Bran will guide them during this time of separation. Oh la la... let’s go back to the Westeros before the Targaryens :) )

I realize that my HC has flaws but still it is better than having a BIG BROTHER WHO IS WATCHING YOU.

My other HC for having Bran as a King instead of Jon Snow -who has at least a little claim over Iron Throne (I believe that Targaryens have no longer claim but still without a Baratheon at least Jon has some claim)- is inspired by this meta: https://butterflies-dragons.tumblr.com/post/151643925209/were-all-just-songs-in-the-end-if-we-are-lucky .

@butterflies-dragons wrote a lovely Jonsa meta about Jenny and Duncan. Duncan refuses the crown to be with his love. We can be sure of that Sansa will never want to come back to King’s Landing or leaving Winterfell again. So I’m imagining a Jon who refuses the crown and leaves it to his brother/cousin so he can be with her in the North. Also look at this:

Aemon chose to go to the Wall and join the Night's Watch for fear that he might be used in a plot to usurp his brother, King Aegon V Targaryen. The king provided Aemon with an "honor guard" (emptying the dungeons) to take the vows of the Watch with him. Among them were Brynden Rivers, who later went on to become Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and many of the Raven's Teeth. Aegon's friend, Ser Duncan the Tall, accompanied the new recruits aboard the Golden Dragon on the way to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.[18][19]

The names are very interesting. (Aemon/Jon, Duncan/Jon, Brynden aka 3EC/Bran) There were some theories about Jon’s Targaryen name being Aemon too btw. But just not that. Jon’s own story is very similar to Aemon too. So in my HC Jon is Aemon and Duncan for the sake of Bran and Sansa.

I’m not going to talk about Jonsa anymore in this HC because your ask was not about them. :)

So I tried to come up with a way to make King Bran more logical. But still I’m not very satisfied and we desperately need the books for the Bran’s ending.

- Why would he choose Tyrion as hand? Or was that just fan service?

I DON’T KNOW!!!

Hand Tyrion makes zeros sense and I’m going to lose my f*cking mind. I mean what makes Tyrion so special? Is he the only one who can manage to be Hand?? My only guess is that Tyrion will be very helpful against the Dragons and Dany. That’s it.

I talked about my The Final Battle in Trident headcanon before. Maybe after the fall of King’s Landing Tyrion will offer his help to North in this final battle and he will be very helpful therefore he will be pardoned. He won’t be executed or exiled but he will be forgotten in time. His name will have no place in the history. And this will be his punishment.

Tyrion is a main character and Grrm said that main characters’ ending won’t be very different. So I can’t call his ending fan service. But still the plot in the books will be very different. And Grrm loves that f*cker so I’m ready for that kind of a ending for Tyrion. I HATE EVERYTHING!

Well... That’s all I can say about your questions. Like I said I’m still not sure about Bran and Tyrion’s arcs and endings. I’m totally not a Bran or Tyrion expert. So I hope my answer was not very stupid or disappointing.

Thanks again for your ask. Let me know your thoughts. :)

#ask #answer #@esther-dot #bran stark #tyrion lannister #asoiaf #grrm #got ending #jonsa #3ec #mine

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years

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Jason//The Ghost of You

Request: If you're not too busy, and you write for him, which tbh is probably a bit of a stretch regardless, but could a request a Reader/Jason Blossom, maybe like you keep thinking you see his ghost, but he's actually alive, i dunno, aka a massive au xD or maybe you're thinking back to before he died?

I added a little bit to the end because I had some inspiration for something but you don’t have to read it, if you don’t want to. You can just keep it as a happy ending.

“I dunno. Do you really thing going to Sweet Water River is a good idea?” You asked. Archie, Veronica, Betty and Jughead had invited you to hang out with them, however they missed out the part where you would be going to the place your boyfriend’s body had been found.

“It’ll be fine.” Jughead reassured you as you walked towards the river.

“And you can’t avoid it forever.” Archie added.

“I can try.” You muttered.

“Yeah. Jason wouldn’t want you to avoid the place forever.” Betty joined in. “Didn’t you have a lot of dates here?”

“Well yeah.” You replied. “But how would you feel if Jughead died somewhere and you’re friends dragged you there.” You replied and she thought for a moment. She was about to reply when Veronica interrupted her.

“I’m on Y/n’s side.” She said and you smiled gratefully at her.

“We’re just trying to help her.” Archie replied. “He was our friend too.”

“I know.” You sighed.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to be helped. Or maybe she doesn’t want to be helped like this.” Veronica tried to reason.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Betty turned her attention to you.

“Its fine.” You sighed. You were used to this. When Jason died everyone had been so nice to you, they literally did anything you wanted. But as weeks turned into months and people had other things in their life, you were kind of forgotten about. You and Jason had been forgotten. People would joke about it and then send you sympathetic looks when they realized you were around. They would make plans to go places he had been when he was missing and invite you, before remembering who you were, then they’d cancel and act annoyed with you. “You go ahead.” You forced a smile. “I’ll meet you at Pop’s after.”

“You sure?” Veronica asked. “I can stay with you if you want?”

“Its okay. Hang out with your friends.” You reassured her and she nodded.

“We’ll be an hour!” Archie called after him. Him and Jughead had already ran off in the direction of the river.

“We love you Y/n!” Betty added and ran after them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Veronica asked quietly.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll be okay.” You smiled softly at her and she gave you a sympathetic smile before turning around and following the other three.

Sighing, you turned around, taking in the forest. The light streamed through the branches of trees lighting certain parts. Once tree caught your eye.

For your first date with Jason you’d gone for a walk and ended up lost in the forest. You were unsure how you’d even done that because you had both lived in Riverdale since you were born, but you had and it was starting to get dark. However Jason decided that he was gonna make it the best date you’d ever had. You walked around and he told you stuff about plants that his mom had taught him. He helped you climb a tree and then you both panicked when you got stuck, but he caught you when you fell, even if it was on top of him. Just before you left he pushed you against a tree and kissed you softly. You remember how it felt, how his breathing was fast because of how anxious he was, and how he’d bumped his lips against yours before he kissed you properly.

After that date you’d go to the forest and the river for the majority of your dates, and one day he had been really excited, practically dragging you through the forest until he stopped in front of the tree where you’d had your first date. He had pointed to it and you looked at him confused before he told you what he had done. Carved into the tree trunk was i love you y/n, forever. You’d kissed him and told him that you loved him too and you never thought you could be happier.

Now, as you traced the carving with your fingers lightly, you didn’t think you would ever be sadder. Even though he had died over a year ago, the pain never went away, and on some days you thought that it had gotten worse.

“Y/n.” You heard someone whisper making you turn around quickly. You could have sworn you’d seen a flash of ginger hair when you turned, but there was no one there.

You decided you were gonna head to Pops now. Pushing yourself away from the tree you made the walk through the forest, stopping once you reached the main road. Stepping out to cross, you were quickly pulled back when a car sped past.

“Careful.” They laughed slightly and you froze. You knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

“Jaso-.” You cut yourself off when you realized nobody was around. “What the fuck.” You whispered.

You practically sprinted to Pop’s. Once you arrived it was surprisingly empty for a Saturday afternoon. You sat down in the usual booth in the corner and picked up a menu, deciding on if you were gonna have anything to eat while you waited.

A few minutes passed and the bell above the door ringing made you look up, you had hoped it would be someone you knew so you wouldn’t be alone, however no one had come in. A confused expression settled on your face and you looked out the window, gasping when you saw someone who looked oddly like your dead boyfriend walking away. You were frozen, staring at them until they disappeared.

“Miss Y/l/n?” Pop Tate asked and you jumped. “Sorry.” He apologized.

“Its fine.” You shook your head, and gave him a warm smile.

“Your favourite.” He placed a milkshake in front of you and you looked at him confused.

“I haven’t ordered anything yet.” You replied.

“Someone ordered it for you.”

“Who?”

“Some boy.” He said with a smile before walking away. You stared at the milkshake, hoping that it would give you sign of what was happening. You don’t know how long you had been staring at it until Cheryl sat opposite you in the booth.

“Y/n?” She asked and you looked up, your eyes filling with tears. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m going insane.” You sobbed and she sat beside you wrapping her arms around you.

“Why?”

“I keep seeing Jason.”

“What?”

“Exactly.” You cried harder.

“Start from the beginning.” She pulled away from you and you looked up at her.

“I was supposed to be hanging out with Archie, Jughead, Betty and Ronnie but they wanted to go to Sweet Water River and I didn’t really want to but they said it was to help. Anyway, I said I’d go to Pop’s and meet them there. But weird things have been happening. When I was walking through the forest, I heard someone say my name, and then when I got to the main road someone pulled me back and said ‘careful’ and it sounded exactly like Jason, they even had his laugh but when I looked to see who it was they had disappeared. When I got here I saw someone that looked oddly like Jason walk away, and then Pop brought over my favourite milkshake even though I didn’t order it and he said that some boy had ordered it for me.” You explained and she sighed.

“You’re not going insane.”

“How do you know? I keep seeing and hearing my dead boyfriend.”

“Because sometimes I hear him too.” She replied. “I think thats just how we deal with grief.” She added and you cried harder.

“Y/n?” You heard Betty ask and the four of them rushed towards you.

“Hold on Y/n.” Cheryl mumbled and stood up, blocking them from seeing you.

“What the fuck Cheryl?” Jughead asked confused.

“We wanna comfort our friend. Whats wrong with her?” Archie asked.

“Ohhh. So you know she’s your friend then?” Cheryl asked sarcastically and they looked at her confused.

“Yeah?”

“Because it doesn’t seem like that when you drag her to where her boyfriend’s body was found and then leave her alone.”

“We thought it would help.” Betty defended.

“Well clearly it didn’t.”

“We didn’t know.”

“She thinks she’s seeing him.” Cheryl whispered.

“Who?”

“Jason?” You asked, staring out the window.

“Exactly.” Cheryl said. “Wait.”

“Jason’s out there.” You pointed to the car park and stood up pushing past them.

“Y/n!” They called after you but you ignored them.

“Jason?” You asked, a bright smile on your face. You weren’t insane. He was stood right in front of you! His smile was as as bright as it was on your first date and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He had so much explaining to do, but right now, you were gonna enjoy this moment.

“I love you Y/n.”

“Forever?” You asked hopefully.

“Forever.”

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Local teenager Y/n Y//l/n was pronounced dead last night at 11:23pm. She had been brought into Riverdale General Hospital after she was found by the side of the road, following a hit and run. Friends and Family have been informed and are mourning.

Her close friend, Cheryl Blossom, had this to say ‘She will be sadly missed. She was an amazing friend, a beautiful human being, she was my best friend and I loved her dearly, just like the rest of Riverdale. But I like to think she’s with my brother, Jason. That they’re back together, like they belong.

We’ll love you forever Y/n.’

#jason blossom #jason blossom imagine #jason blossom x reader #jason blossom x you #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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disregardcanon · 4 years

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end of year writing meme

Total Stories Written: 27

Total Words Written: 147413 Average Words Per Story: if you do the mean, then it’s 5,459 Shortest Story: the aftermath of rebirth at 338 words Longest: Paint a New Horizon at 23,673 words

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted?

I wrote fewer stories than I expected, but they were far longer than I expected. I wrote a lot of 11k fics.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write most?

pairing: Sansa/Margaery (throwback to 2015 omg)

genre: I don’t feel like I had a certain genre I wrote a lot of tbh.

fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?

THE POKEMON GAMES! Like, oh my god. I wrote fanfiction about soul silver. I wrote fanfiction about POKEMON WHITE. what. the fuck. Like, technically the first fic i ever wrote was about pokemon but i never expected to do it again.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

I wrote 2 very long asoiaf fics about difficult subject matter. Combined, they add up to more than 40 thousand words of fic.

Do you have any fanfic or general writing goals for the new year?

Fanfiction wise, I would like to finish up some of my wips and try to improve.

In general, I would like to figure out more what I want my writing to look like moving forward and how to go about that. I’m experiencing some growing pains, so I need to reassess my style and strategy and see what I need to readjust moving forward.

From the past year of writing, what was your…

Best story of this year: Paint a New Horizon

This feels like a bit of a cop out since it’s the longest, but I am very firmly the most proud of this fic out of anything I wrote this year. I feel like the emotional bits were satisfying, the romance worked nicely, and the action kept me interested in a way that almost never does. I was able to commit to TWENTY THREE THOUSAND WORDS and put my ALL INTO IT! that is. monumental for me. I’ve written long fics in the past, but those were chaptered and frankly, not as good as this one was or as much work.

I love this verse so well that I might actually go back and write more in it later when I have time. I have the beginnings of a sequel ruminating around in my drats.

Most popular story of this year: normally I split this up into multiple categories, but by hits, kudos, OR comment threads The Times They Are a Changin’ comes out on top. The mcu fandom really went nuts over Carol and Maria, didn’t they?

Personal favorite:

Washing Machine Heart is a fic that I hold close to my heart. 1. I wrote this one when I was on a study abroad in Latin America, which is the coolest thing that I have ever done 2. it’s just. really well done. I’ve never written something quite so messy and unpleasant in a realistic way before. It’s ugly in the way that Steven Universe: Future is ugly right now. In exactly the way that “Washing Machine Heart” should imply 3. oh god was it cathartic

Most under-appreciated:

Maternal, Paternal at 71 kudos, I know I shouldn’t call this one “under-appreciated”, but it’s in a few VERY happening tags, in a very happening fandom with a VERY popular set of characters. I’d think that people would be more interested in reading “Endeavor is an asshole and eventually Dabi kills him” but like. it’s whateves I guess XD

Most fun to write:

We Could Be Heroes both semesters that I had during 2019 were. super fucking stressful. the only times that I’ve had that were productive for fic was January break, summer vacation, and December break.

Last April on my birthday, though, I rewarded myself and after I got home from hanging with some friends I just sat down at my laptop and didn’t think about literally anything. I just wrote. I took a format that I knew I liked and didn’t have to think about (talk show format with an OC I already made for a different story) and then 3 characters I was very interested in then (Melissa Shield, Monica Rambeau, and Tahani Al-Jamil) and then I just. ran with it. I wrote and wrote and wrote and it was amazing. I didn’t think about it being good or about my homework or literally anything other than this talk show lady talking to these three cool characters.

It was wonderful. 10/10 would do it again.

Story with the single sexiest moment:

Familiarity. It is literally the only thing I wrote this year with ANY sex in it, so it’s automatically the sexiest. Way to go Margaery you did it.

Most “holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story:

Um. Just Souring Grapes in general.

Most challenging to write:

Biggest disappointment:

Shouto Todoroki Joins the Supervillain Dads Club I hoped to finish this fic last year in January. It’s currently December and I haven’t been able to look at the thing since.

I think it’s mainly because I just lost the drive, but it’s also kind of because wips stress me the fuck out. And also I had 2 stressful semesters so that doesn’t help. Favorite character to write: my favorite characters to write this year were both Todorokis! Dabi and Fuyumi are both a joy to write, I swear

Favorite opening lines:

Serena falls down at the kitchen table feeling as cold and distant as the room does. The harsh lines and open floor plan were supposed to show a minimalism only possible with wealth, but to Serena it's always felt empty.

A Woman’s Place

Surprisingly, Theon’s life does not change much either way after Maron is taken to the Greenlands. Balon does not magically start paying attention to him, even though he’d prayed every night to the Drowned God that he would.

Pretty Little Thrall

The Twins are a grand fortress spanning the width of the Green Fork. A great stone tower stands on each side of the river, with a greater bridge running in between. The Frey stable boys have taken their horses, and Jeyne walks as close to the river as she dares as they make their way to the tower. She watches the river rush beside her in awe. She’s never seen a river run so wild before. It seems like the very waters rushing beside her want to rise up and drown her themselves.

Good Family

Favorite closing lines:

That's what she gave up fighting the Kree for, and Carol will do everything that she can to bring them back. She's stopped fighting for some things, but she'll never stop fighting for this. If the times don't change on this one, she'll make them. She'll rip that gaudy fucking glove off of that bastard's grape crush colored hand and shove it up his ass if that's what it takes to get her family back.

The Times They Are a Changin’

"Alright, then. Let’s do this together,” you say, “as a team.” You think that you really like this "being friends" thing. Maybe after you beat Red, you and Silver can go to Hoenn- or Sinnoh. Unova even. Somewhere new and exciting with new people to beat. It’s nice to have a partner who’s not a Pokemon, for once. You think that, together, you could be the best trainers that ever lived.

Maybe the best friends too.

no silver medals (when you get the gold together)

The stars spread out above you- the universe expanding outwards onwards and upwards, excelsior.

Excelsior

Other favorite lines:

What does a grape do under pressure? Grapes tend to shrivel in the sunlight. Turn to raisins, actually. She doesn’t remember what poem that was from, but she remembers reading something like that in English class once. Some poem that she didn’t understand really, and might not have gotten even if it were in Japanese. She doesn’t think that’s what she’s doing.

Does it ferment, like wine? Her father always joked about her mother aging like a fine wine, growing more beautiful every year, growing stronger. But Miné isn't gaining strength, not really. Not right now. Maybe she’s just souring, getting more and more bitter about things that she can't have. Maybe she's just souring grapes.

Souring Grapes

“The authorities confirmed that Endeavor was not even in the state during the accident, and Shouto’s doctors confirmed that the burns were consistent with boiling liquid, not an open flame.” Superman looks visibly relieved to hear that.

“But that does not mean that I trust him,” Batman says, “I would prefer to keep an eye on him.”

“Why would you want to keep an eye on him, he’s a superhero ,” Captain Marvel says, with none of The Wisdom of Solomon but all of The Innocence of a Ten Year Old, “that means that he’s a good guy, right?”

Shouto Todoroki Joins the Supervillain Dads Club

The thought stabs into his brain like a needle, like the scent of pine, like the memories he’s never wanted back. Robb was the one person who ever cared about him, and Theon betrayed him to parade around as a prince and become Ramsay Bolton’s broken little toy. He swore himself to the little boy who took him by the hand when he came to Winterfell as a scared little boy and never let go. And then Theon betrayed him.

“Theon,” the trees whisper,” Theon.” The crows in the branches take flight, cawing his name, and he feels something else take flight too. His heart, beating somewhere deep inside his chest.

“Theon,” it throbs, “Theon, Theon.”

He wants to do something, something reckless, something brave. Something that makes him redeemable.

He can’t save Robb, but he can save someone . He can save Robb’s fake sister. Theon can save Jeyne from some of her pain.

If You Believe in Me (I’ll Still Believe)

She dared a glance forward and met Margaery’s eyes- a deep, chocolate brown. They were warm and inviting and Margaery’s little curly bangs framed her face like a heart. Margaery’s head went over the back of the booth and it seemed to almost be floating against the flowery wallpaper. It looked like Margaery was lying out in a field of flowers- the Maiden gazing up at the clouds and trying to make shapes of them.

She could imagine Margaery telling her that this one is a flower, like Tyrell, and this one’s a deer, like Baratheon, and this one’s a dick, like Joffrey. She giggled nervously again and felt her cheeks flush. She’d never felt this giddy and unsteady in her whole life.

“Are you alright, Sansa?” Margaery asked cautiously. She reached across the table and laid a hand over Sansa’s own. The touch was warm and tender, and Sansa felt the blush from her toes to the tip of her head.

“I’m perfect!” Sansa nearly screeched. Margaery laughed at that, but her look was kind.

“Yes, darling,” she said with a smile that was wide and fond, “I think that you are.”

Lesbian. The word wasn’t supposed to fill her with such a warm, hopeful feeling, was it? She wiggled awkwardly in her chair, trying to get situated and stop feeling so silly and excited and vulnerable, but it didn’t fix anything. She felt Margaery’s leg brush against hers under the table. It sent a jolt through her.

Lesbian.

Sansa took a shaky breath. She thought to herself that there might be something to that.

Paint a New Horizon

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Getaway Car // Peter Parker

word count: 1,581

pairing: best friend!peter parker x female reader

warnings: cussing, abuse, violence, breaking laws

summary: you’re in too deep this time to dig yourself out so peter, or should we say spider-man, finds himself saving you when you need it most.

a/n: this isn’t my best writing tbh but i haven’t posted anything in forever so i figured it would suffice. let me know what you think!

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Danger signs came in various forms. Whether it was a road sign, a siren, caution tape, or even a text, danger signs seemed to follow you everywhere you went. Your significant other of a year, Tanner, was a danger sign in himself. He was into everything illegal whether it was drugs, drinking, or breaking a simple law, he was there.

At first, you let it go. It didn’t involve you and he was fine when the two of you were alone. Then, it got worse. He joined a gang, started dealing, and then came the hitting. You let it go, as you did his reckless behavior but it became too much. Small red cheeks turned into bruises the size of hands, bloody knuckles, and sleepless nights.

Your friends had tried to convince you otherwise but you wouldn’t let them. You insisted time and time again that Tanner wasn’t bad when the two of you were alone but they knew too much. They knew the bruises, the cuts didn’t align with your excuses. They had always struggled to read you but this was obvious. You needed a way out.

One friend, your best friend, Peter Parker, knew better. He could see right through you. He knew behind the makeup you were hiding black and blue from him. He might’ve been oblivious to other people but not you, never you. He was too caught up in his feelings for you to let you be put into harm’s way nonstop. He knew he needed to do something about the way Tanner treated you and with his head nagging at him, it would happen soon.

“Tanner, babe. Stop signs are there for a reason,” You barely glanced up as he ran through a three way stop.

He huffed and made a sharp turn. “You shouldn’t even bother making comments anymore, you annoying bitch.”

You rolled your eyes as you continued to text your friends on your phone. You and Tanner were heading to a party downtown for the night. You definitely didn’t want to go but, as usual, you had no choice.

You tuned out the radio as you continued to play on your phone, oblivious to your boyfriend’s terrible driving. He was speeding through stop lights, swerving lanes, and cutting cars off left and right.

Red and blue lights pulled you back to reality, finally bringing the loud rap music to your attention. If it weren’t for the lights, you wouldn’t have realized there were multiple police cars following you.

“Tanner, stop the car!” You slammed your hand on the volume button, efficiently cutting off the music.

Tanner merely glanced in the rear view mirror to see all the cars following. He clenched his jaw before yanking the wheel again, heading down an ally.

“What the hell are you doing?” You looked at him in disbelief as he continued to try and lose the police vehicles. “You’re going to get us killed!”

“I told you to shut the hell up with the annoying comments!” He shouted as he slammed his hands against the wheel in annoyance. You sank back into your seat, stunned into silence.

After another sharp turn, you saw the highway stretch out in front of you as another police car tried to block you in. Tanner swerved around them, making the tires screech as he got in the high speed lane.

Realizing the severity of the situation, you unlocked your phone with shaky hands and began typing a message out to Peter.

I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing but I could really use a hero right about now.

You locked your phone and tucked it in your pocket before your eyes landed on the terrifying scene in front of you. Not too far ahead was the drawbridge that crossed over the river. Even from your spot, you could see the large ship that was crossing underneath, meaning the bridge was split apart up in the air.

“Tanner, the bridge,” You gasped, hoping that would be the factor that made him stop the car.

“Do you think I care about the fucking bridge? No! There’s thousands of dollars worth of drugs in this car and there’s no way in hell I’m stopping this car for a bridge,” He grunted and tightened his grip on the wheel.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Drugs? You’re running because you’re hiding drugs? Tanner, that stuff can be handled! We don’t need to jump the bridge because you’re hiding weed in the trunk!”

A stinging sensation filled your cheek as you realized he had smacked you. You blinked and curled into your seat, efficiently forced into silence. There was no use fighting against him when he was this angry. You were smart enough to know that.

“One more damn comment from your mouth and this isn’t going to end pretty. Understand?” He growled as his hand searched the side of the car door. As if you weren’t terrified enough, the shiny black gun that he pulled out was enough to clamp your mouth shut.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you neared the bridge. Looking over your shoulder you could see the police cars back off, figuring out what Tanner was going to do. Your hand grabbed the door handle tightly as you dug your fingernails into the armrest.

“Tanner, please,” You cried as the car sped onto the bridge.

Silence followed your begging as Tanner continued to race up the bridge, his mind set on getting away from the police. A small whimper escaped your lips as you closed your eyes tightly, knowing your last moments were right around the corner.

Suddenly, your body snapped against the seatbelt as the car was yanked to a stop. You screamed at the action before looking up. The car was inches from the edge of the bridge but wasn’t moving. You glanced over your shoulder to see none other than Spider-Man swinging across the bridge, his strong webbing keeping the car in place.

You let out a gasp of relief, unbuckling your seatbelt as Tanner shouted in anger. You pushed against the door and stumbled out to be met with a group of over twenty police officers, all with guns pointed in your direction. Your hands rose in the air as two made their way over and pulled you away from the car.

You spun back around to see Tanner throwing a fit as he kicked the window out, seeing as Spider-Man had webbed the door shut on purpose. You could hear his angry shouting, how he cursed you out as the paramedics led you away from the scene to the back of an ambulance. You ignored their pestering questions as your eyes narrowed in on one figure. Spider-Man was perched on top of the bridge, his concerned eyes on you in the hands of the emergency responders. You gave him a small smile before looking at the nurse next to you.

“What?” You asked in confusion, having ignored everything she said.

She sighed, “You have bruises all over your body, Miss Y/L/N. Do you want to tell me what that’s about?”

You blinked a few times before you realized she had pulled up your shirt sleeves to reveal the hand shaped bruises covering your skin. You took a deep breath and shook your head, remaining silent as you watched Tanner fight against the police.

“Miss Y/L/N?” She repeated your name but your attention span was long gone. You and Spider-Man were locked in a staring competition it seemed, both of you speaking without words.

It wasn’t until hours later that you actually got to speak to Peter. You had to give statements to the police about Tanner, eventually telling them everything. You had decided against pressing charges, knowing that he would be locked away for a long time anyway and you wouldn’t see him.

“You’re okay,” Peter whispered as he saw your figure walk into his apartment. He repeated his words again as he crossed the floor to wrap you in a tight hug as you let your walls break. It didn’t take long until his shirt was soaked with tears from you as you thanked him over and over for getting you out of there.

“I was lying to myself, really,” You let out a sad laugh as you pulled away from his arms. “We were cursed from the beginning.”

Peter frowned as he brushed the tears from your cheeks. “You almost died, Y/N. It’s more than cursed. And you weren’t lying to yourself.”

“I was,” You said with a shrug as you leaned against the cushions. “I kept telling myself it would get better, that he would stop being mean. I should’ve put my stuff in a bag, stole the keys and that would’ve been the last time he ever saw me.”

“The police found thousands of dollars with of drugs in that car, you two. Unbelievable the things teenagers do for money,” May scoffed as she entered the room, clutching the TV remote in her hand.

You gave her a small smile. “Tell me about it, May.”

You were grateful. Despite the road of recovery you had ahead of you, you were glad Peter saved you. It gave you a chance to put those who cared about you back in your life, this time without Tanner’s annoying voice criticising your every move. From here on out, you were going to make sure nobody dared to cross you ever again.

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sushi ; kenny omega

pairing; kenny omega x reader word count; 1.1k warnings; absolute fluff tbh a/n; thanks for the request @moonchildcorbin, I hope this is alright and you like it xx

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Standing in front of the mirror, you contemplated changing the outfit you had put together for what felt like the 9th time that night. It wasn’t that you were picky, it was just that you wanted to make a good impression, it was a first date after all.

You had just arrived in Japan 2 months ago, having signed a deal with NJPW since they introduced the Women’s Championship. It was a great opportunity, and you were making the most of it, training almost everyday and starting to develop your character even more. It made it a lot easier when Matt Jackson invited you into joining the Bullet Club after seeing one of your matches.

And through the Bullet Club, you met Kenny Omega. It only took 2 weeks of knowing him before you felt yourself developing a close friendship, and now there was the possibility of it moving to something even bigger.

You were at the gym, working on your pull ups and burpees with Marty as the music in the gym was blaring.

“C’mon newbie, give up already!” Marty yelled over the music, grunting as he was nearing what must have been his 50th pull up and you groaned as you came down from the bar and dropped to the floor, doing a push up and jumping back up.

“You wish Scrull, it’s not happening!” You yelled back.

Kenny continued counting, standing in front of the two of you as you let out the moans, grunts and groans of pain. But you were determined to win this bet.

5 minutes later and Marty collapsed on the floor, and you completed your final burpee and went to lean against the jump crates, yelling in victory.

“I knew you couldn’t do it... Now you owe me!” You grabbed your water and took several gulps before laying on the ground and trying to catch your breath.

Marty rolled over onto his stomach and sighed, groaning at the thought of going through with the bet after this workout.

“What was the bet anyway? Marty’s acting like it’s the end of the world.” He walked over and helped you up before going over to Marty as well.

“He’s gotta take me to the best sushi place in Japan. Can’t wait to try every dish there is. It’s Zuma, right?” You said.

Kenny laughed and Marty start to whisper at him.

“Look (Y/N), I hate to break it to you. But Marty hasn’t had any sushi since he got here. He hates it.” He said.

You turned to Marty with wide eyes.

“I thought I was going to win!” He said. Afterwards he got up and walked away as you shook your head and sighed.

As you were about to walk away, Kenny put a hand on your arm making you turn to face him.

“I’ll take you out for good sushi. But it’s not gonna be at Zuma, and we’re gonna walk there. That cool?” He said.

You smiled and nodded, starting to walk towards the changing rooms.

“It’s a date.”

There was a knock at your door, knowing it was Kenny, you settled on the jeans and plaid shirt you were wearing, and ran to the apartment door before you opened it, smiling when you saw Kenny standing there.

“You look nice,” Kenny waited as you grabbed your keys and wallet and walked out, smiling up at him when he offered you his arm.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Walking through the streets of Japan was interesting. You hadn’t really had time to explore the city, since the moment you landed you were busy and needed to get things sorted before you even though of sightseeing.

Kenny knew everything though, as you walked he pointed out the best places to eat, some arcades and some parks you should check out when you got the chance. He walked through the park, the cherry blossom trees looked beautiful in the moonlight, and you smiled and you walked by the river, slowly reaching over to take Kenny’s hand in yours.

He squeezed it as you approached the busy market street and he guided you to a small restaurant with two koi fish in the window.

“So what kind of sushi do you like?” He asked.

You told him what you liked, and when the waiter came over, he spoke in impressive Japanese, and smiled at the waiter as he walked away.

“How long did it take you to learn Japanese?” You asked.

“About 2 years to learn it fluently, but I could get by in about 6 months. You don’t speak it do you?” He took the chopsticks in front of him and pulled them out of their cover, holding them expertly in his hands.

“No, I should learn though.” You took the chopsticks out as well and tried holding them with your hands, failing miserably.

“Doesn’t look like you know how to use chopsticks either.” He laughed as you blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Without a work he picked up his chair and moved over so he was slightly behind you, but you could still see his face. His rough hand took yours and placed the chopsticks properly between your fingers, gently moving them showing you the motion with his hands.

“You got it?” He asked softly. You nodded as he went back to his seat and you fiddled with the chopsticks a little bit more.

The two of you talked about a lot as you were waiting for the food to arrive, mostly you explaining why you never learned how to use chopsticks and him laughing at the explanation.

When the food came, you were unbelievably happy that you went out with Kenny tonight and not Marty. The food was incredible and Kenny made sure you got all your favorites.

At the end of the meal, he bought you a box of your favourite, and left the restaurant, teaching you a quick Japanese phrase to say thank you.

He was the one to hold your hand as you walked back, laughing as you talked about the differences between sushi back home and sushi in Japan. Kenny had a huge smile plastered on his face as he listened to you speak, marveling at the beauty of Japan.

You were kinda upset when you realized you were back at your apartment, a box of sushi in one hand and Kenny’s hand holding your other.

“I had a great time Kenny, thank you.” You smiled up at him as you slowly opened your apartment door, hoping he didn’t see the mess that it was, boxes and bubble wrap strewn everywhere.

But you didn’t hide it well enough because Kenny chuckled before he looked down at you again.

“You haven’t unpacked have you?” He asked. Shaking your head you let him in as you put the sushi in the fridge and turned back to him.

“Well if you want, I could come over tomorrow and we can do some of these ikea tables.” He said.

You nodded and kissed his cheeks before smiling back at him as he exited your apartment.

“It’s a date.”

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fuckinsteverogers · 6 years

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Olympus Has Fallen: Chapter 4

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Athena x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.6k

Rating: 18+ Series

Warnings: Sweet ass fluffy shit.

Synopsis: Athena works for a tech company that happens to find itself with a new client, Stark Industries. Her centuries of hiding are about to be thrown out the window, but will she find allies in the Avengers at a time of crisis or will she fight alone and risk destroying herself?

Author’s Note: I hope you’re liking the series so far. I wrote this a while ago so I’m not even sure what’s going on tbh. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated.

I felt happier than I had in a long time, and my apartment is alive with music, and my hand is grasped by a super soldier as he twirls me to a cover of Chuck Berry’s You Never Can Tell. I’m in plaid shorts and a t-shirt, and Cap is in a shirt and track pants, and we dance like we are back in the dive bar. He sways me and I grasp his shoulder, feeling the muscle ripple as he picks me up and twirls us.

I feel so overwhelmed with his touch and he looks so happy, smiling, grinning, laughing as we dance around my kitchen, and I feel euphoric. Apollo had been the closest thing to love I’d ever felt, and suddenly this man stuck in time finds me and I never want to let him go.

It has been two months since that first night and the Avengers still follow me, I still spend my days glued to a computer and lifting my weights, but Steve started requesting to follow me more, and I spend my nights with him either on the couch watching a show he hasn’t seen yet, or playing card games, or telling each other stories of war or happiness or love, but we hadn’t yet spent it wrapped in sheets, panting each other’s names. Slowly and one step at a time is how we have been progressing, his weariness has dimmed slightly, but still there; aware of the power I hold and weary of if I’ll use it. I worry about his trust in me, and I know it’s a battle we have to fight.

The Chuck Berry cover ends and Elvis begins to play, and we are dancing to Can’t Help Falling in Love. Steve waltzes us around the kitchen room and grins as I laugh.

Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.

Steve sings along in low hushed tones and a beautiful voice, and we begin to sing together, dancing around the bench.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes. Something’s are meant to be.

I’m so enthralled with him, as he picks me up and swings us around that I don’t notice my door open. We don’t notice the person standing and watching as the song switches to Percy Sledge’s When a Man Loves a Woman, and Steve swings us around and kisses me passionately through the lyrics, murmuring.

“When a man loves a woman,” Steve sings against my lips, I grin against his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck and let him take my weight as we dance. As the chorus goes to its peak, he drops me, I let go of him and he twirls me around before pulling me back to him.

The music is loud and I watch Steve’s face as he pulls me tight against him, I let him take me on another trip around the bench. The playlist ends as we get back to the front of the room, and we stop dancing and stand in my kitchen. He weaves his hand into my hair and pulls my face to his, moulding his lips to mine and kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before. I grasp his cheeks and kiss him back full force, delving into the feeling of this magnificent man against me; I’m torn from the sensation when the clapping begins.

Steve rips himself from me and I turn in confusion to see Tony Stark sitting on the arm of my couch watching us. I flush deep red and I know Steve does too.

“A very enjoyable show that was,” Mr Stark quips, he is grinning with no anger in his veins and my shoulders relax slightly.

“Mr Stark, I…”

“No need to explain yourself, Athena. I already suspected this might happen, but I’m not here because you’re in trouble… Either of you,” Mr Stark informs, releasing some of the tension in both mine and Steve’s backs, and looks at Steve who lays a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. “Firstly, Athena please call me Tony, Mr Stark was my father and respectively; it makes me feel old.”

“Sure… Tony,” I reply, leaning back against Steve’s chest, and he wraps his other arm around my mid-section.

“Secondly, Rogers you missed the debriefing and those who don’t have a… liking to Athena are becoming suspicious, so suggestively, be there for the debriefings,” Tony lectures and Steve nods against the top of my head. “Lastly, next briefing is tomorrow at 9am, so suggestively hit the gym and have a nice sleep because we head out in two days.”

Tony grins at both of us, giving us a weak salute and leaves, and I don’t think someone leaving has gone so slow in my existence. The moment that door closes, all the breath I didn’t realise I was holding puffs out me.

“Holy crap,” I breath, and press myself harder into Steve, letting him hold me up.

“Indeed,” he agrees and rubs the skin on my hip. My heart races and I close my eyes, basking in the feeling of his hard muscle against my back, and his comforting touch.

It’s half past four when I open my eyes and look at the clock, we have been basking in each other all night and all day and I want to stay like this forever, but he has to go back to the Avengers tower tomorrow.

“How do you feel about the gym and then dinner?” Steve murmurs into my hair, and I turn in his grasp, looking up into the beauty of his soul.

“Do you have clothing here for that?” I ask, rubbing my hands down his biceps, clenching all over from the feeling of the muscle under my fingertips.

“I came prepared for our weekend together,” Steve informs me, nuzzling his face into the side of mine.

“Alright then, let’s go get changed then.”

I change in the bathroom and leave the bedroom to Steve. We haven’t got that far yet, and have yet to see each other even without shirts.

The gym is crowded and Steve and I split up, him going to the weight section immediately, and I start with cardio. The two hours go by slowly and I sweat and pant through all of it, Steve spots me on the bench press and I spot him, getting weird and excited looks from people in the gym noticing Captain America lifting weights with them, before their eyes turn to me and wonder how a ninety-five-pound girl can lift three times her body weight and I don’t bother showing them that I can lift a lot more than that.

I suffer through my last bicep curl, and Steve pulls my shaking form to him. He kisses the top of my head and goes to grab our stuff, as I make for the door. He meets me on the steps of the gym and entwines his hand through mine, and we head to the nearest restaurant.

“Would you say yes if Tony asked you to join the team?” Steve questions over the dimly lit table, I have a mouthful of sweet potato that I almost choke on. Looking at him from behind my bangs and swallowing the mouthful.

“I don’t know… I mean, it’d be great to be a part of something, but Norse God and I aren’t the best of buddies and most of the team hates me,” I clarify, Steve nods.

“Most of the team weren’t happy with Thor when he first came, but his commitment to helping people won them over,” Steve tells me, I look down at my plate of grilled chicken and sweet potatoes and think.

Would I like to be an Avenger? I ask myself seriously, to be a part of something bigger than myself, to use my existence constructively. I think and look down at my food that’s going cold and I feel Steve’s eyes on me. I imagine myself fighting alongside these people, these powerful people, and I smile, I smile down at my saltless chicken and I know what I’d say.

“I’d say yes,” I blurt out to Steve, he smiles so wide I thought his face would crack. His hand finds mine across the table and I hear the buzz before he does.

He lets my hand go and I rub the skin in absence of his, and he frowns down at the phone as he unlocks it, and the moment his eyes scan across the text message, the grin cracks his face again.

“What?” I ask, leaning forward to try, and nose my way to seeing the text message, but Steve locks the phone and pushes it back into his pocket.

“Stark just notified me of the briefing agenda,” Steve informs me, I nod and sit back into my seat.

“What was with the grin, though?” I question, crossing my arms over my ample chest, confused. Steve’s grin gets wider, if that is even possible.

“He wants me to bring you with me,” Steve laughs, I gasp audibly, and suddenly feel kind of dizzy.

Steve grabs my hand over the table again, and I look up at him, basking in the blue oceans, and he smiles, seductively, romantically, intimately; just for me. I know that no matter what happens, he’ll be with me and I realise suddenly that I’m falling hard for this man, but I have no clue where this whole ordeal is going to lead me.

But, I’m willing to try… With the Avengers… With Steve.

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smallpoem · 7 years

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ramble: being nonbinary, mental health, university, moving out, life

very long personal ramble under the cut so feel free to ignore

these weeks right now are the last real free weeks of my life and yet i feel like there is so much on my plate my head is constantly full of worries and things i need to do and things i need to remember i can hardly breathe my depression and anxiety are really bad and i spend most days doing nothing, just trying to distract myself and get through the day, and every night my insomnia keeps me awake until 4 am i feel more uncomfortable and trapped and unhappy in my body every day, i came close to just chopping my hair off with a pair of crafting scissors several times i do really want to get it cut but im terrified of hair dressers, i hate them, and my mum has been pressuring me to get my hair cut for years, so now i feel like it wouldn’t be my own decision even if it is, i feel manipulated, it would feel like giving up, and i hate that, but i need to get it cut or im going to have a breakdown dysphoria, anxiety, depression are a constant state for me and im so exhausted, im so tired, i can’t do this anymore i hate my birth name, it’s like a slap to my face whenever anyone calls me that, and yet im terrified of coming out (“hello im nonbinary and my name is kieran, kier for short, please call me that” why is that so hard?) i really, really need a binder but i can’t figure out which size is right for me and anxiety won’t let me ask for help im isolating myself in my room and i hate it but i can’t handle being around people (like my mum who i live with), i feel trapped in my own home, i barely eat bc my anxiety is so bad i can’t leave my room i need to get out of here, i need my own space i want to move out and i did finally tell my mum about it and although she said she was hurt at first (which ?? why does everything i do hurt you mum im trying to take care of myself and get better, you always tell me to talk to you and to speak my mind and that it’s okay to be upset, but when i do you’re hurt and make me feel guilty, why?!), she is supportive of me now and she even started making plans for how she’s going to use my room when i don’t live in it anymore, which is good i think it helps that i want to stay in the same house, just get my own little flat here, i think that really helps her, but tbh it worries me i do want to stay here not for her but bc i love this place, i have lived here for 14 years and i love it and it’s my home, but im scared that im still gonna feel trapped by my mum’s presence and that she’s not going to be able to stay out of my business that sounds harsh but i just, she’s so incredibly overprotective, she does everything for me to the point that im scared to try and do something by myself bc it could hurt her feelings, and then she turns around and complains about how dependent i am on her, but when i try to be independent she makes me feel guilty for that too i need to get away from that so really what’s keeping me going, my silver lining, is the thought that im going to move into my own space in the near future, near being relative bc it’s probably still going to take almost a year (how will i survive like this for that long?) but that also brings more worries with it, mostly money related im obviously going to have to get a job to pay rent and provide for myself, which is not going to be easy as a mentally ill university student what kind of job am i going to get, how much will i have to work, how much will i earn, how much will it drain me? how, how will i get through the job interviews with my anxiety as it is? will i be able to afford keeping any of my hobbies or will i have to stop collecting albums, stop going to cons and concerts, stop dancing? regarding concerts, there’s another thing that stresses me out we’ve been planning to go to korea to see shinee early next year before they start enlisting, and while i really want to go, i also really don’t have the money and im scared i won’t be able to save enough in time, and i feel like no one is taking me seriously about this i don’t want to be indebted to my friends and i don’t want to ruin their plans and i don’t want to be left behind either and i feel guilty every time i spend money bc the concert is hanging over my head like a dark cloud that’s getting heavier with every cent i spend but i also know myself and i know that not treating myself to anything would make me really unhappy as shitty and materialistic as this may sound, buying albums, guild wars gems, and going to concerts makes me happy, and often it’s the only happy thing i have in a whole month there’s another event a friend and i are planning to attend, a book fair, which was my idea and i really want to go but i still haven’t gotten my shit together and bought tickets or planned how we’ll get there etc bc i feel so bad about spending that money and i feel like a hypocrite bc i bought a dvd and the guild wars expansion but those are easier bc i don’t have to plan anything what paralyses me about the book fair isn’t the tickets themselves, it’s the additional costs for transport and possibly a hostel, that’s so much money it just looms over my head terrifying me of spending it even though i’ll have to and don’t get me wrong i love my friends but one of them earns significantly more money than i do and still encourages me to spend mine, brushing off every time i mention being worried, and i fall for it too, i listen to them and spend the money and then feel horrible about it, why am i like this then university itself - on the one hand i am so happy and excited to start, on the other hand im terrified i don’t know how to handle my gender situation there - i know i can’t bear being called by my birth name, but i don’t know how to deal with that - should i send an email to every professor before the semester starts, which is terrifying and almost impossible bc again, anxiety or should i just say that i prefer kieran or kier over my birth name without an explanation? that way i wouldn’t have to come out but it’d also mean being gendered female which will not help my dysphoria either there’s an lgbt+ student group that i want to join but im terrified of that too, i want to go so bad but i’ll have to do that alone and that’s so hard it’s so hard idk how i’ll manage to do it im also just terrified of the future in general bc i have no idea what the f im doing with my life i will study korean language, culture, and history which is awesome, and i do know that i love language and translating, but i have no clue how and where i’d want to work, and i also don’t know if it’s gonna be enough if that makes sense? i really love translating but if there’s one thing i love more it’s creating, and im scared im going to be unhappy just translating other people’s creative work without directly being part of a creation process myself but i also know im not good enough at art or writing or graphic design im not good enough at anything there are so many things that i love and that im decent at but im not really good at anything and it’s so frustrating im so scared of the future and of failure and of making myself unhappy, i wish i had one thing i was good at and loved and knew i wanted to do so i could have a plan but im just swimming in a river of uncertainty and it’s terrifying everything is terrifying and im so tired of constantly being scared another thing that worries and stresses me out is my body and the constant pain im in my knees have been hurting for years but it’s all my joints now and all the doctor ever tells me is “you need to work out more” but it hurts then im also planning to go to a gynecologist bc i can’t handle the cramps anymore it hurts so much i just want to cry thinking about it and i can’t take it anymore for the longest time i have hated the thought of birth control bc i don’t want to mess with my body but at this point i’d do almost anything to make the pain stop and im hoping that birth control will help my skin too bc i hate my skin i hate it so much i wish no one would ever look at me bc i feel so ugly and disgusting and if i cut my hair off i’ll have nothing to hide behind and i don’t think i can handle that i just want to feel okay in my body and not constantly be in pain but doctors appointments are so scary and exhausting and everything is too much there’s more but i lost track of what i was going to say and tbh if i wrote down all of my worries this would never end im just. so tired and scared and tired of being scared

#me #ramble #personal

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scifiphan · 7 years

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92 Things About Me

tysm @sleepwalkerphan for tagging me in this! it’s 2am and I’m procrastinating the heck out of writing so this is perfect lmao.

also I’ll put most of the things below the cut so keep reading if ya wanna know 92 fun facts about me

edit: this took me almost an hour to do and towards the end, I basically confess my entire life so have fun reading that lmao. like i seriously have a realisation about how idk what i’m doing with my life hahahaha

THE LAST..

1. Drink : Water #stayhydrated 2. Phone call : mum 3. Text Message : a gif of phil being scared in bed (even my irl friends are trash) 4. Song You Listened To : currently listening to Taro - alt-J 5. Time You Cried : On sunday I cried over a renovation reality tv show (??? yeah idk either, bro) the apartments just looked so nice and the team I liked got kicked off the show.

HAVE YOU EVER..

6. Dated Someone Twice : nope 7. Been Cheated On : nope 8. Kissed Someone And Regretted It : YES (smh @ me) 9. Lost Someone Special : thankfully no 10. Been Depressed : i honestly don’t know. i think I have but am so freaking stubborn at admitting I have had depressive episodes in the past 11. Got Drunk And Thrown Up : YES OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE HAD SO MANY BAD TIMES. DON’T DRINK WINE AND THEN A MILKSHAKE AND THEN DANCE ON A BEACH. YOU WILL ONLY END UP THROWING UP IN A GARBAGE BIN OUTSIDE A KEBAB STORE (it wasn’t even after midnight, that’s the most embarrassing thing)

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS :

12. Green 13. Pink 14. Turquoise

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU..

15. Made New Friends : yes!! so many new and amazing friends 16. Fallen Out Of Love : nope. 17. Laughed Until You Cried : laughing until I cry is me every time 18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You : yes (you would think that adults would stop teen behaviours lol) 19. Met Someone Who Changed You : yes, the last year included so much change. 20. Found Out Who Your True Friends Are : Yes. Just gonna put it out there: traveling for an extensive period of time overseas really shows who your true friends are and who are the snakes. 21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List : hahahaha yes (too mant rip) 22.How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life : probably almost all of them (so like 550) only a few on there are my internet friends 23. Do You Have Any Pets : nope and I probs wont get another pet for a long long time 24. Do You Want To Change Your Name : NO!!!!!!! Teddii is a blessing although I would change my last name (it’s two surnames joined together and it makes life difficult because it’s so long) 25. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday : went out for dinner at a mexican place, won a few dollars on the pokies and then went out clubbing (also i got a fine rip me) 26. What Time Did You Wake Up This Morning: 11am OOPS (i slept in and missed uni) 27. What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night : probably making a gif 28. Name Something You Cannot Wait For : FINISHING UNI AND MOVING TO THE UK (hopefully to do my masters in global terrorism at the uni of london but if not i really wanna get a 1 year working visa and just do some hospitality work before I start a career) 29. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mother : like 4 hours ago when we were watching tv 30. What Is One Thing You Could Change About Your Life : I wish I had a UK passport, it would make life a lot easier for me if I had dual citizenship instead of a boring Australian passport 31. What Are You Listening To Right Now : alt-J, a live performance of Taro 32. Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom : I know so many Tom’s it’s ridiculous 33. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves : PEOPLE!!! WHO!! THINK!! THAT!! IF YOUR DEGREE!! ISN’T STEM!! THEN IT ISN’T!! HARD!!!! (i’m looking @ every friend who does a stem degree and always laughs at how my degree must be so easy because it doesn’t include math)

34. Most Visited Websites : tumblr, youtube, my uni’s website, facebook 35. Elementary : v great time, got bullied heaps but still had fun 36. High School : problematic fave. honestly my time at high school can fill a 500 page essay. being right next to a beach and river was actually gr8, the endless issues weren’t so good. 37. College/University : it has been a wild ride. I swapped degrees so I still have around 2 years left but uni has been my fave so far 38. Hair Colour : PINK!!!! (naturally ginger) 39. Long or Short Hair : long 40. Do You Have A Crush On Someone : nope (which is a shocker) 41. What Do You Like About Yourself : I like my individuality and independance 42. Piercings : 2x lobes, 1x helix, 1x nose. (i’m thinkng about getting my conch in a few weeks) 43. Blood Type : O+ 44. Nickname : ted, teddii bear, sideshow bob, cotton candy 45. Relationship Status : hella single 46. Zodiac Sign : Cancer (aka my birthday is soon hell yeah) 47. Pronouns : she/her. 48. Favourite Tv Show : STAR TREK: VOYAGER WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE 49. Tattoos : crescent moon on my right wrist (i sorta don’t like how it turned out but after a year I have grown to appreciate the meaning) 50. Right Or Left Hand : Left handed (aka another reason why Dan is my spirit animal)

FIRST..

51. Surgery : i got a bunch of teeth removed when I was like 4/5 52. Word : baba or ma 53. Sport : soccer 54. Vacation : i actually can’t remember my first vacation. probs Sydney tbh idk I went a lot of places when I was young 55. Pair Of Trainers : probably something Adidas tbh

WHAT ARE YOU..

56. Eating : nothing 57. Drinking : water 58. Reading : nothing at the moment besides uni textbooks 59. I’m About To : I should say sleep but I’ll probably just watch youtube 60. Listening To : Breezeblocks by alt-J (can you see a recurring theme with my music questions?) 61. Waiting For : GoT SEASON 7 AKA MY BIRTHDAY (honestly feel so blessed to grow older and watch new GoT on the same day) 62. Craving For : MONEYYYYYYY. ya girl is unemployed thanks to the bad habit of planning last minute overseas holidays 63. Do you wanna get married : eventually but at the same time it doesn’t worry me 64. Going To Do When You Get Older : ????? ?????? ????? you would think I would have an idea but tbh idk. I’m studying International Relations and I want to do a postgrad in global terrorism. But career wise I have no bloody idea. I would like to work in the UN or UNESCO or for the Australian Government in an embassy. but at the same time I also want to be a travel photographer and just ignore my degree (idk adult life is hard)

YOUR TYPE..

65. Hugs or Kisses : HUGS 66. Lips or Eyes : eyes! <3333 67. Short or Tall : tall guys!!! but short girls are my weakness!! 68. Young or Old : HA haHA HA old 69. Nice Arms Or Nice Stomach : slight preference for nice arms because tummys are cute no matter what 70. Sensitive or Loud : I am both of those things so, por que no las dos? 71. Hook Up or Relationship : relationship (although I can’t relate because i am eternally single) 72. Troublemaker or Hesitant : I prefer when people are upfront instead of hiding stuff from me so I guess that means troublemaker?

HAVE YOU EVER..

73. Kissed A Stranger : yes 74. Drank Hard Liquor : yes (love me some vodka) 75. Lost Eye glasses or contact lenses : not yet thankfully 76. Turned Someone Down : YES! (there is nothing wrong with turning people down.) 77. Sex On First Date : no 78. Broken Someone’s Heart : yes and I still feel bad 79. Had Your Heart Broken : yep 80. Been Arrested : yes (kind of, long story) 81. Cried When Someone Died : yes. although I tend to go more numb instead of crying. idk it’s weird because I cry about everything but death kinda makes me become numb 82. Fallen For A Friend : yes (oops)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN..

83. In Yourself : yes although I need to believe in myself a lot more 84. Miracles : yes 85. Love At First Sight : yes and no. I believe it exists but I feel like a lot of people believe that they are experiencing love at first sight when in reality it is infatuation/lust. 86. Santa Claus : this question conflicts me because the logical side of me says no but the optimistic child side of me refuses to accept the truth 87. Kiss On The First Date : yeah 88. Angels : nah, not for me

OTHER..

89. Current best friend’s name : do i have a best friend? not really. again, it’s a weird time for me when it comes to friends. 90. Eye Colour : um blue with green and grey mixed in (it’s so hard to describe but yeah, those three) 91. Favourite singer/Band : Ed Sheeran, Mumford & Sons, al-J (i love them all a lot.) 92. Favourite Movie : Avatar. yes the blue alien one. It’s lame but I fell in love with the na’vi culture and it kinda helped get me obsessed with scifi.

And that’s a wrap!

If anyone actually read all that I hope you enjoyed my (very) late night confessions. Idk who to tag so if you see this and want to do it feel free to do so! Also, come hit up my inbox/messages if you wanna be my friend after reading this, I wanna make some friends on this hellsite

#tag game #92 questions #that took ages but it was fun #i hope you all know me a little bit better #aka i'm boring

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voltstrong · 7 years

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My Past Has Tasted Bitter, Pt. 2

Hi there!!! Can you please do a continuation of the Keith oneshot? I really liked it and think you did a wonderful job <3

A/N: Thank you sm. <3 I was probably gonna do this whether it was requested or not tbh lmao. I love writing about Keith and Red so much. Also, remember when Black showed Shiro her past? I included something like that in here too. I hope you guys like this one as much as you liked the other!

P.S., Keith is a total weakling for you.

Summary: The team figures out that Keith, your boyfriend, has Galra blood. And the Galra Empire is what tore your life apart. Looking for advice, you feel a secondary bond with a certain red beast begin to form. Requested by: anonymous Pairing: Keith x Reader (gender-neutral) Warnings: PTSD, mentions of past torture, past imprisonment. Nothing sexual, but there are some somewhatly aggressive kisses ;;;;

—•—

Horror punched you in the heart.

Keith watched the realization unfold on your face and in your widening eyes. You could end up panicking, or lashing out at him, or worse. He had no idea what to do. What could he even say? The thing that terrified you the most was the Galra Empire. And now . . .

"[Name], I– . . . " Keith tried to talk a slow step towards you. And like lighting, you took a step backward. He winced at your fear, "[Name], it's still me . . . I'm still Keith! I always have been!"

Your facial expression and body language didn't change. It was like you were having millions of flashbacks all at once and it was making you completely stoic, aside from the clear utter shock on your face. You had one arm outstretched towards him, warning him, and your opposite hand was ready to come in contact with the wall behind you.

You looked ready to run.

"I– . . . " you started, throat tightening on your own words. You turned on your heel and hurried out of the room, "I need some space."

The red clad paladin stared after you in dismay. Everything in him was screaming to run after you, to tell you that he's always been the same person and that he'll never change, but the he just couldn't move. He didn't want to overstep his boundaries.

You were afraid. Afraid of him.

Shiro stepped up beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "She'll come around, don't worry about it for now. We need to get you into a healing pod."

Keith shrugged him off, "It's more complicated than that."

—•—

It's been a while since I cried like this, you wiped your cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, Who am I kidding? I can't keep this held up inside. This is healthy. Crying is healthy.

The darkness of your own room was comforting. It had been a while since you'd been back in here. You were sharing Keith's bed almost every night.

Not tonight. You thought.

Keith is Galra.

But you could have gone your entire life and you still never would have expected it. He didn't look Galra, didn't act Galra, and he didn't sound Galra. So how?

Did he know about this?

Your breathing began to pick up again in a panic.

And if he did, for how long?

Anxiety laced it's way through your heart and you tried to get a grip, but it wouldn't come.

What if he was trying to hide it? Could he still be trusted? What if he's working for Zarkon? What if–?

. . . Is that growling?

Your mind went blank and the thoughts of fear and anxiety suddenly vanished, but were not forgotten however. You took a deep breath, trying to focus in on the newfound energy making a connection to you.

You could hear her purring.

Red?

Wiping the [suddenly annoying] tears from your eyes, you stood up from your spot against the wall and made your way toward the door. You looked both ways down the hall to ensure that Keith, or anyone else for that matter, wouldn't see you. You brought your sleeves down and walked down towards the hangar.

You reached the massive doors with a slight feeling of anxiousness. Was she really pulling at you? And if she was, why? And why you? You weren't Keith. The Red Lion is already distrusting as it is. Why would she trust you?

Not that you weren't trustworthy or anything, it's just so sudden.

From the things you had heard and seen, she only wanted Keith.

. . . Oh. That's what this is.

You inwardly cringed, turning back in the direction of the way you came. But then the hangar doors opened with a hiss.

You cringed once again, visibly this time, and turned back toward her. She sat pridefully with her scarlet plating almost glowing. Her bright yellow eyes beaming down towards you with such intensity, you could feel your chest tightening up.

This was just a little scary.

"Hi, Red." You shivered.

The lion released a small grunt that scared you half to death. It was small for her, but for a human who was the size of an ant compared to her, it was a car horn.

In spite of that, almost at once a cold breeze hit you and you suddenly felt the atmosphere grow dark. It felt as though the wind was knocked out of you and you wanted to double over at the sudden shock. You took a deep breath and stood straight up once again, inhaling and exhaling in order to calm your anxious thoughts, and opened your eyes.

Red was behind you now, flashes of light catching your sight every now and then. Keith stood before you, a good twenty feet away. You looked him up and down and noticed his emotions were changing rapidly, from a look of shock, to happiness, fear, anger, and love. They were changing as though you were seeing a number of different clips of him from different moments in time all at once.

Confusion locked in on you and you turned back to look up at the enormous lion, "Why are you showing him to me?"

She didn't respond. You sighed and turned back to the strange image. But your head began to pound and strange feelings of affection and admiration washed over you suddenly. A pulsing headache made you feel like you would split in two at the sudden pain. Confusion and fear wormed its way through your heart and you groaned, "What– is this? Please stop!"

Red purred.

What? She's never done that for me. She does this for Keith.

You looked up. Your headache began to fade as you finally figured out why she was doing this to you.

She wanted you to see him for who he was. You were experiencing Keith's feelings.

Keith loves you. He wants you safe. He protects you and would never trade you for anything in the world. "I get it now," you murmured, "I'm sorry. Even I should have realized that you trust him. You're the one who's trust is the hardest to earn."

You began to feel ashamed of the fact that you'd even thought of Keith as the enemy. Keith had never—even in one of his fits of rage—laid a hand on you. You realized that you were almost everything he wanted to protect.

"Keith isn't Galra," you spoke louder now with confidence and your heart began to swell once more with affection for your boyfriend, “I need to find him.”

—•—

Hesitant fingers stopped before you could knock on the door to his room. Keith was without a doubt inside, because whenever he was upset he was either with you or he would lock himself away somewhere.

How could you have been so stupid? Of course Keith wasn't the enemy, or even a spy if the Red Lion accepted and protected him as much as she had. That lion loved him, and you did too. Which made this all the more difficult. What if he panics, or lashes out at you? Or worse?

Well, you had to try.

"Keith?" Your voice was barely more than a pitiful whisper as the anxiousness overwhelmed your confidence, "Can you open the do–?"

Instantly, the door opened and there he stood. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly agape. His body looked rigid but he stared with a soft look on his face and he seemed like he was meeting you for the first time all over again. That pitifully soft look he gave you as Shiro picked you up off the floor of that Galra cell.

It was so unlike him to show anyone this side of him. It was only you ever shown to you.

"I'm so sorry," you started awkwardly, "I was so overwhelmed and scared and I just–"

His arm dropped to his side and he closed his mouth.

You rubbed your arm and sighed, "It was selfish of me. I know you're not Galra . . . You would never hurt any one of us."

He stared for a moment longer before he shifted his weight forward. You looked back up at him and made eye contact with the paladin as his arms and fingers flexed nervously, " . . . Will you let me hug you?" He asked quietly.

Instant relief flooded you like a raging river. This boy had always respected your physical and emotional boundaries and you couldn't have loved anyone for it more, "As if you even have to ask."

He pulled you toward him and had his arms around you in what felt like a split second. You faintly heard the door close behind you under the sound of Keith's steady breathing against your head. His soft breathing lulled you almost asleep, right there against him.

"I never want to lose you," his voice was muffled in the crook of your neck, "Ever."

You stood there for a while, simply clutching onto each other like you hadn't seen each other in years. His hold on you grew to be even more intense as his body shuddered. You wondered what he could be thinking about.

Keith pulled away, not completely however. He still had his arms draped over your waist, "Will you come lay with me?"

"Of course," your voice was almost hushed enough to be a whisper.

He led you to his bed and got under the covers before leaving his arms outstretched for you to join him. You cuddled up as close to him as you could get and focused on his breathing. His breath trembled and you thought his body was going to start trembling again, but he simply pulled you closer.

He would never hurt you.

"I think I'm in love with you." Keith's hoarse voice made your heart stop at the sudden statement.

You shifted so you'd be able to look up at him and he was immediately ready to meet eye contact through the near darkness, "You're the only person I can see myself waking up with everyday. I'd never be able to live knowing that something happened to you and I wasn't there to protect you from it."

You stared, speechless.

"I love you, [Name] . . . And I know it's just words, but . . . I'd never hurt you."

Keith slowly went back in to hug you again after a brief pause between the two of you, but you leaned over him and crushed your lips to his. He kissed you back almost without thought, relief and affection exploding like wildfire in his chest. He brought his hands up to the sides of your neck, brushing your jawline and sending a shiver down your spine. You broke away to sit up and straddle him and he eagerly brought you back down to kiss you again. His hands went from your neck and down to your waist as he began to softly knead your skin in his hands. You broke away slowly to lean back for a moment to breathe.

"[Name] . . . " Keith's breathing began to pick up, "You're gonna be the death of me."

You laughed softly, running a hand through your hair to get it out of your face, "I love you too, Keith."

A soft smile broke across his face. And for a moment, you felt as though nothing else in the world mattered.

#hello...its me #keith kogane x reader #keith kogane #keith (voltron)#voltron ld #voltron #voltron lions #red lion #Voltron legendary defender #heck #canon x reader #reader fic #reader insert #voltron reader insert #requests open #send more requests #send asks

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pasiphile · 7 years

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hey out of curiosity for Doctor Who (which I used to live but stopped watching because I lost hope for it), what happened that fucked it up this time? I don't care about spoilers, I'm just curious about how Moffatt keeps ruining good things

Okay, so, I’m gonna try to sum it all up, but if at any poit you think wait what this makes no fucking sense, that might just be the episode rather than me not explaining coherently.

So:

(cw: suicide, derealisation, dissociation. Seriously.)

Ep starts with the Doctor receiving an email with title “Extremis”. The screen then goes briefly static, opening theme starts playing like usual, and we’re up at the first scene, which is: a bunch of cardinals and the Pope, coming to the Doctor for help, because they don’t know who else to turn to. Apparently there’s an ancient text in the Vatican that used to have a translation, but the translation got lost after the sect who took care of the text committed mass suicide. Now, the text has been retranslated, but the translation’s gone lost again and everyone working on it has, again, committed suicide. So can the Doctor please come help? And why did they come to the Doctor? Apparently he got recommended by Pope Benedict the Ninth, who the Doctor describes as “a lovely girl” and “what a night”.

(Main offences: continuing the trend of the Doctor as basically Jack Harkness shagging his way through the universe; and using the fucking Vatican as the generic help-demanding damsels in distress. You know, I get already a bit miffed when they start using the Pentagon or the American President or Downing Street and portray them as fucking likeable and a bit helpless, but the fucking Vatican as the heroes?)

Next scene: Bill is taking a date home. A bit of haha-clueless-foster-mum as she tells off Bill for bringing a date home, then relaxes when she sees it’s a girl ‘cause obviously it’s not a date, then. Anyway, foster-mum (I think it’s her? No explanation whatsoever here) leaves and the girls go drink tea together. Bill’s date’s a bit nervous because “she’s not used to all this,” and Bill gives a lovely little speech about how “this isn’t anything yet if you don’t want it to be” and generally being full of reassurance and kindness and loveliness, well done Bill. She ends with “this is nothing to feel guilty about” - at which point the Tardis lands in another room in her house and the Pope comes storming in, talking in Italian. Bill’s date freaks out, runs to the other room, finds a bunch of cardinals in Bill’s bedroom and runs away in a panic. Bill, annoyed, tells the cardinals “they’re all going to hell”.

(Now, see, this would have worked for me if it was a thing they followed up on, like Bill being aggressively gay at the Pope and the Doctor choosing her side or something. But the way it’s played, it’s a gratuitous throwaway joke about religion and lesbian guilt, which, fuck no.)

The Doctor, Nardole (new sorta companion? idek how to explain him) and Bill go to the Vatican, where they’re keeping the text. The entrance to the hall of texts is a portrait of Pope Benedict IX, who turns out to be young and conventionally pretty and feminine. Doctor makes another flirty remark about her.

(THE DOCTOR IS NOT JACK FUCKING HARKNESS CHRIST FUCK)

As they head to the secret room, they pass a strange glowy portal that briefly appears, then disappears. One of the cardinals stays behind to examine it, and as everyone moves on we can just see a creepy red-robed hand reaching through the portal for the cardinal - who is never mentioned again, nor does anyone feel like checking up on him. Anyway, they go to the cage where they keep the text, where they find a panicked priest - the last surviving translator, holding a gun. He panics and runs off, leaving behind his laptop, where they find he sent the translation of the text to CERN. CERN wrote back an email saying “Pray for us”.

(they use the fact that hard scientists revert to religion as a sign of how bad things are, but it’s just - stupid and heavy-handed and simplistic. Booh.)

Bill, Nardole and the Doctor discuss the text, the Doctor tries to send them away after the man with the gun. Bill says something along the lines of “we don’t even know if he’s still alive” - at which point we hear a bang, and the Doctor’s sensors give a “no life signals detected” warning for the guy. And there’s a line like “guess we know now”.

(suicide as a throwaway joke)

The Doctor convinces Nardole and Bill to go off exploring while he looks at the text. There’s a cringe-inducing moment where Nardole, the bumbling assistant, gives this meant-to-be-authoritative speech to Bill about how she needs to stay behind him for her safety. Bill is impressed and obeys, saying “Are you secretly a badass?” all admiring.

(Cringe. Ugh. There was something incredibly patronising about that speech.)

They find the portal, go through and find a round room full of glowy lights, with a circle of pillars in the middle and portals all along the wall. They head through a portal and end up in CERN, where they bump into a man in a white coat drinking from a bottle, who seems cheerful in a desperate way. He invites them along and they end up in the dining room, where a bunch of other scientists are all sitting looking scared, and a timer counts down from five minutes. Bill looks under the tables, where bombs are strapped. She gets into a discussion with one of the scientists, who tells her they’re killing themselves to save the world, that this isn’t the real world, and when she doesn’t believe him, he asks her to say a random number. Each time Bill says a number, Nardole says exactly the same number at the same time, and after the first few tries the rest join in, each time giving all the same numbers. The scientist calls it a shadow test. With only a few seconds left on the timer, Nardole drags Bill away. They run off, and the scientists get blown up.

They end up in the round room with all the portals again, where Nardole says the pillars remind him of projectors. He realises what the shadow test is for, saying it’s possible the people at CERN where right and that they are just a projection - but he doesn’t understand, because he checked the coordinates on the Tardis and they were real. Unless... Then Nardole, with an expression of pure fear, muttering please let me be wrong, walks slowly to the pillars/projectors. As soon as he puts his hands beyond the projectors, he starts falling apart in pixels, screaming in terror I’m not real, Bill! I’m not real!

(do I... do I even need to explain how disturbing this is?)

Bill, in a panic, goes to find the Doctor. The Doctor has started to read the text but got interrupted by scary monsters in cardinal robes, who tell him when he yells this isn’t a game, “this *is* a game”. But the Doctor escapes, with the text. Bill follows his traces through a portal which leads to the Pentagon, and the Oval Office, where the Doctor is waiting and someonelse eis sitting with his back to us, slumped in a chair. “Is that the president?” “Was the president.” There’s a gun next to him.

(I lack the words, tbh)

The Doctor then finally explains. The text talks about how an Evil Monster wants to conquer the world, so it creates an exact holographic simulation copy of the real world to practice in, full of simulation-versions of real people. But the simulation is so good that the simulated people start developing independent intelligence. The people at CERN and at the Pentagon were simulations; their suicide wasn’t desperation but an act of resistance, preventing the Evil Monster from learning from them. The shadow test is mentioned in the text too; computers aren’t good with random numbers, so one test to see if you’re a simulation or not is to write down what you think are random numbers, then see if someone else got the exact same numbers. Bill, scared, says she gave the same numbers as the others too. The Doctor says I know, and Bill, terrified, dissolves into pixels. The monsters then come back in (they’re properly scary, btw, look like decomposing corpses) and tell the Doctor that he can’t do anything, that they’re keeping him alive to learn from his suffering. The Doctor almost gives up, then remembers something River once said (real goodness is goodness when there’s no hope, no reward and no witness) and he - somehow - sends an email with the entire recording of everything that happened since they went to the Vatican to the real Doctor (he was wearing his sonic sunglasses the whole time because he’s blind - long story, but they recorded what happened).

Screen goes to static, and we’re back at the very first scene, with the Doctor receiving the Extremis email and looking at it. He calls Bill, asks her if she’s on a date - she’s not - and then encourages her to call up the girl from the date, even though Bill says she’s way out of her league, because Something big and evil is coming and we’re going to be very busy soon. Roll credits; writer: Steven Moffat.

There’s also a sideplot with Missy being executed, only the Doctor backs out of the execution at the last moment and instead locks her up in a vault for thousand years which he vows to protect. Missy begs for her life and calls the Doctor her friend, and at the end of the episode the Doctor leans in to the vault and asks for her help. Horribly out of character, in short.

So. Plotwise? Bollocks. Really. Nothing makes sense. A simulation complex enough to mimic the entire history of the Earth can’t do random numbers? (it’s the same trick he used in a Christmas Special, btw, where it was a Dream Test - originality is not Moffat’s strong point). Some people have to kill themselves, while others just dissolve? How does a simulation send an email to a real person? etc etc.

Then there’s the implications. The whole thing is steeped in derealisation, suicide is fucking everywhere and actually treated as a solution, the Vatican and the Pope are cuddly allies and religion is everywhere. I didn’t see the end of the credits but I do fucking hope they put in the usual helpline-thing the BBC adds after showing triggering content.

We’re right back at the worst of Moffat’s last few seasons. For five episodes we’ve had villains who turned out to be not actually evil but simply the victim of severe misunderstanding; we’ve had curiosity and wanting to help as the Doctor’s main motivation; we’ve had explicit pacifism; we’ve had enemies that basically come down to “capitalism”, “racism” and “the patriarchy” (no, really, I swear).

And now, it’s another generic Big Evil Monster, it’s throwaway gay jokes with no follow up, and it’s arguably the most fucked-up underlying message I’ve ever seen in a Doctor Who episode. I mean, I thought the billion-years-of-repeated-torture was an unbeatable high in making me feel disgusted and uncomfortable, but I’ve never been as grossed out as I was during this episode.

#koni and i started out frowning at each other every once and a while #and then the last twenty minutes or so we just went I DONT LIKE IT at each other #over and over again #i spent half of the time looking away because i just. didn't. Want. To. Watch.#i just wanted to know how it ended #it was awful and clumsy and badly-written and horrible and i never want to see it again #astranaut #Doctor Who #Extremis #ARGH

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This is long and I don’t even know why! :P It has a lot of Bughead’s friends, a lot of Reggie (cause I love the guy), Archie’s birthday party for Jughead, many smutty mentions and it turns a tad steamy at the end! Thank you so much to the both of you for your lovely words, darlings!! I hope all of you enjoy! <3

“Alright, I know that with Jason’s current RIP situation my question could be considered blasphemous, but I’m so dying to ask, no pun intended. How fiery was the Blossom ginger in bed after all, P?” Veronica smirked foxily, her attention solemnly focused on perfecting the burgundy nail polish on her toes.

“I’m still in the room you know.” Cheryl’s voice came cold and annoyed from behind her, the redhead beauty dropping dramatically the Vogue magazine she was reading on her bare legs that seemed to go for miles on the beige sofa she was occupying. The brunette just shot her a look over her shoulder.

“Well, nobody invited you in this room to begin with.” Sarcasm and New York attitude mixed in a perfect combination, Veronica knew how to push the bottoms of her frenemy like a pro.

Cheryl just scoffed, her attention going back to an article about belts and pricey pashminas, Veronica mouthed a ‘thank you’ in mockery and Betty let a soundless chuckle. The night was indeed going to be fun.

It was a night filled with giggles and girly banter inside the Lodges’ luxurious apartment at the Pembrooke. After seeing Polly’s utter happiness at the baby shower, the older girl just longing to have her sister and friends close after spending years in the solitude of that god-forsaken place her mother had forced her into, the gatherings of the three girls, along with party-crasher Cheryl, were frequent and very much enjoyed by all to say the truth. Alice Cooper was starting to get a tad more lenient too, seeing as Betty was standing her ground and dreading the possibility of losing both her daughters, so tonight Betty Cooper had an allowance slip to spend the night at Veronica’s for a much needed and ridiculously girly slumber party.

The apartment’s spacious living room was transformed so only the beige sofa was in its original place but with comfy mattresses laid in front of it and covered with a sea of colorful puffy pillows and warm knitted blankets and duvets, creating a cozy huge bed for all the girls to rest on. The Lodge women had gone all out with the food too; colorful cupcakes and any flavor milkshakes, chocolate donuts, all kinds of sweets and candies, salty treats, pop-corns, nachos, you name it. There was even a large plate of chocolate brownies exclusively for Polly, since they were her favorite and she was always craving them now that she was expecting. Betty felt eternally grateful for what Veronica and her mom were doing for her sister. Of course they had helped themselves to everything while watching a couple of classic rom-coms, the light entertainment making them forget the crazy world they were living in and actually have a laugh, and now that Hermione had retired to her own room for the night, the girls found the opportunity to move on to the most cliché part of the night; beauty and boys talk.

“C’mon, don’t be shy with me now Polly Cooper, I need to know!” Veronica urged on the blushing teen who was across her, resting comfortably back surrounded by a ridiculous amount of pillows, and pinched her ankle lightly, making her giggle. “I’ve seen pictures; he was a total smock show! Was he offering a spectacular show in the bedroom too?” she burst out laughing at her own words and Polly joined along with Betty, who was lying on her elbows next to Veronica, peeking through a photo album and munching some pastel blue marshmallows.

“He was amazing.” The girl finally cracked in a naughty whisper, sending the two girls in front of her in a shrieking round of giggles. “We had this real chemistry, you know? It was intense and loving at the same time.” She went on to explain with a lovely smile, missing him terribly.

Cheryl’s groan of discomfort and inappropriate jealousy made them all three roll their eyes in amusement.

“Ugh, that chemistry thing must be a real deal and it sucks that I’m missing out.” Veronica flinched in annoyance, blowing on her nails. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I had plenty and awesome sex back in New York” she shot the Cooper sisters a smug grin “but being with somebody that makes your head spinning just by his presence alone sounds pretty orgasmic tbh.” She sighed in disappointment.

Betty let an equal sigh but hers was blissful, while biting another marshmallow. “Yeah, it is.” A small smile creeped on her rosy lips as the feeling of Jughead’s soft lips came to her mind.

“Like you’d know.” Cheryl shot her down apathetically, turning another page of her magazine. “All you and creeper Jones do is reenact CSI and keeping it PG; lame.”

The blonde frowned in offence. “Not that it’s any of your business, but we are not doing only that.”

“Oh c’mon, Betts! Yeah, Cheryl is the epitome of dramatic, but a little reality check here?” Veronica abandoned the nail polish to the side, adjusting her silver nightie to sit cross-legged and face her best friend. “You’re dating now what, nearly two months, and the only physical contact is the hand holding and simple pecks. You are sixteen, not six.” The brunette said cleverly.

Betty opened her mouth to reply, a blush rising on her cheeks due to embarrassment but also slight irritation. What she and Jughead had was special, unique. They might not have been as typical as their perpetually horny peers but they had that intensity, that need for each other and their presence, even if that was still expressed with loving, small kisses and simple, innocent touches. They were something more than just sex and that made Betty’s heart race even more.

“That’s us. We like it that way.” She laconically stated, not wanting to spare more details because she was sure they wouldn’t understand.

“Which roughly translates into you being a prude and him probably hiding the fact that he lacks in size.” The redhead replied tactless and with her usual bitchy tone, joining the circle of girls on the floor too, intrigued by the new topic of conversation.

“We are not lacking in anything.” Betty threw back stubbornly, sitting up annoyed now and sending a deathly glare to Cheryl.

“Don’t you, like, need to push him on the nearest wall or, I don’t know, make out shamelessly with him until there’s no oxygen left in your lungs?” Veronica wandered with a sexual glint in her chocolate eyes.

“My lungs are left without oxygen every time I see him passing by or smile at me.” Betty shrugged in a girly manner, a lopsided lovely smirk decorating her lips at the thought despite her irritation towards her friends. They just rolled their eyes, brushing her off, thinking that the idea of true love without any sexual undertones was idealistic and overrated. “And we do kiss more and make out when we are alone, it just happens that we actually talk and communicate like normal people do too.” She spat in defense at their impolite behavior.

Veronica just turned to Polly, desperately trying to prove herself right. “When did Jason make a move to even unbutton your blouse?”

The girl in question blushed and smiled shyly, her answer colored by girly appreciation. “Third date.”

“And when did you make a move to take off his shirt?” the brunette went on with a naughty smile of her own.

“Same night. We ended up making out all night long in your wine cellar at Thornhill.” Polly smiled cheekily at Veronica and Cheryl, the first girl gasping a laugh and the second letting a disgusted, vomiting sound.

“See?” Veronica turned to Betty with a look of triumph. “And that’s your sister speaking, not me or Cheryl.” She pointed out and Betty’s eyes went to Polly who just nodded reluctantly, as if to agree with the female majority of the room.

The blonde curled her arms defensively over her white and turquoise stripped pajama shirt. “There is a lot of thigh caressing and-and neck kisses!” she shared stubbornly, not quite understanding why she felt the need to justify her relationship and its value to anyone. “I even had a small hickey on my collarbone last week, you saw that!” Betty offered in a high pitched voice upon seeing them unconvinced.

“Wow, B, raunchy indeed.” Veronica replied deadpanned, Cheryl snorting besides her in equal boredom. “I get that it’s the first time for the both of you and taking it slow is acceptable but we’re talking about turtle pace slow here!” she insisted in exasperation, Betty feeling uneasy under her scrutinizing gaze. “Plus, you know, slow is good but fast is way better.” The sexual innuendo and her naughty smirk made Cheryl and Polly laugh loudly along with her, the blonde girl across them flinching and pulling the sleeves of her pajama awkwardly.

“Can you stop already? Jug and I are fine, end of discussion.” She shook her head, upset at their ongoing laughter.

“Trust me, Betty Draper, make your move or else he’ll be snatched by someone that’s not afraid to get her knees a little dirty, if you know what I mean.” Cheryl threw her fiery tresses over her shoulder in her usual snobbish manner. “I hear Jughead Jones has become quite the eye candy amongst the River Vixens lately.” She grimaced in appreciation, Veronica doing the same next to her.

Betty shrunk to a smaller size, her insecurities kicking in with every small comment that came out of Cheryl Blossom’s full lips. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she indeed was a prude after all, maybe she needed to do something or worse, maybe she wasn’t attractive enough in that way. Seriously, that must be it.

Polly must have sensed her inner panic attack. “Alright, there’s no need to think all the negative scenarios now, okay? Maybe they aren’t ready yet and that’s fine, Betty, truly.” She smiled warmly at her sister and the younger Cooper offered her a small smile back, thankful for her intervention. “And if you want to ask anything or just talk, we are here okay? I am here.” She assured her, like she always did when they were kids and Betty was scared of the dark, squeezing her hand affectionately.

“Yeah, first rule of Polly Cooper’s erotic handbook: Always double check condom dates.” Veronica teased and burst out laughing, Cheryl joining her too and Polly threw a pillow at them while Betty smiled, a little too fake for it to restore her previous mood.

“Is it really mandatory for me to be present at this thing?”

“Well, seeing as it is your birthday party, I think yes.”

“No, it’s your house party.”

“Yes, but for your birthday.”

“But in your house.”

“Jughead! Enough; we’re throwing you a party and that’s final!”

Jughead’s growl of discomfort echoed loudly inside the otherwise empty student lounge, the raven haired boy slouching on the red couch at the center of it, long legs resting on the coffee table in front of him and Crime and Punishment opened pages-first on his lap. His best friend was lying equally lazily on the armchair next to him, poking his phone and sending Facebook invites to pretty much every one on their year, inviting them to the first party of the season. Fred Andrews was going to be out of town for the weekend, inspecting a new construction site at Greendale and, since Jughead’s birthday happened to be on Saturday, Archie thought it would be an amazing idea to throw a birthday party for his best friend and now roommate. Needless to say, Jughead hated the idea with passion.

“My last birthday party was when I was ten and you and I tried to finish a giant triple chocolate birthday cake in one sitting.” They had both ended up in the hospital that evening from an allergic reaction due to sugar overdose. Jughead never regretted eating the chocolate goodness but then again having his birthday in a hospital bed throwing his guts out and nearly fainting was not an experience he wanted to relive. “Think how well that turned out and stop now.” He tried to snatch the phone out of his hands but Archie dodged him quickly, his athletic reflexes strong and efficient, kicking Jughead’s boot with his converse over the table.

“It’s done now. Everyone is invited over at ten.” The redhead sent him a smug grin, locking his phone and burying it in his pocket.

Jughead sighed in despair, eyes flattering in irritation. “I really don’t wanna spend an evening with numerous bottles of vodka walking around in human form.” He complained with his usual sarcasm, sinking more into the couch. “If, and I say if, anyone actually comes to this thing.” He didn’t think any of his classmates would be very eager to come celebrate the birthday of Jughead Jones III.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Cole Sear, if it wasn’t for my man Andrews and the free booze we wouldn’t care less about your baby birthday candles.” Reggie, the only other student inside the small room, who all this time occupied another couch at the very corner, nose buried in his phone that vibrated from some action game noises, interfered with his usual bitterness regarding anything Jughead Jones.

Jughead rolled his eyes and mouthed a “told you” to Archie who just shook his head, indicating for his best friend to not pay him any attention.

“Didn’t see you in your room last night.” He then went on, changing the subject.

“Is lacking observation one of your character flaws too now?” the other boy teased him with a side smirk, Archie smirking a little back with a scoff.

“My eyes are fine, thank you very much. I woke up to pee and saw your door open. Your bed was messy, as always, but you weren’t there.” Archie raised an eyebrow, amused at his friend’s behavior.

Shit.

The wheels in Jughead head turned in lightning speed; he wasn’t very careful with his sneaking out yesterday as it seemed. “Um, I-I was just, you know—” he tried to find an excuse but Archie cut his stuttering short.

“You were at Betty’s, weren’t you?” he gave him a naughty smirk, enjoying so much the fact that he was the one teasing him about girls for the first time. Jughead opened his mouth to object, faint blush on his ears and all, but Archie didn’t let him. “Don’t even try to lie, my room is opposite hers. I’ve seen you sneaking up her room a million times before.” His grin became even smugger, if possible.

Jughead sought help from the abandoned book on his lap, bringing it up to pretend that he went back to reading, only to just have something to seal his face from Archie’s pleased one. He cleared his throat uneasily. “I…Yeah, I might have gone over for a while…” there was no point in denying it actually.

“You sneaky bastard!” Archie laughed loudly, kicking his sole again, earning a side glance from his grumpy friend. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since we started like…seeing each other.” Jughead’s words were hesitant, him twitching nervously on the couch. “It’s nothing, we just talk and stuff.” Talk and stuff, great Jughead, there goes your eloquence and your affluent vocabulary, just by a simple mention of Betty Cooper.

“Oh please, I’m not my dad, stop bullshiting me!” the ginger boy scoffed. “I don’t want details for obvious reasons but is it good?” his eyes shined with boyish curiosity about the sacred world of sex.

“Is what good?” Jughead rumbled back in total oblivion.

Archie fixed him an ‘are you kidding me’ glare. “Are you really going to pretend that everything is just cool and casual between you two?” he stopped abruptly when he saw his friend shaking his head in confusion. “You two are like doing it, right?” he hesitated by asked.

“No, we are not.” Jughead replied in a blink, a tad embarrassed and offended.

“WHAT?!” two voices exclaimed in disbelief, Archie sitting up straight and Reggie dropping his phone to open his arms in exasperation.

“I don’t understand your surprised and, bottom line inappropriate, reaction.” Jughead sat up too, fixing his flannel over his t-shirt with a deep frown just to occupy himself with something.

“I told you!” Reggie shot up from his seat to join the two boys, pointing a finger at Archie. “I told you that all Barbie doll and Ken-Ken here do is play house and eat maple syrup only on pancakes at Pop’s.”

Jughead frowned more at Reggie’s incoherent sentence. “Seriously, Arch? Are we locker room gossip now?” he turned to his friend offended.

“Dude, you’re the couple of the month; everyone is talking about the two of you!” Archie defended himself. “Are you being serious about the whole ‘not doing it’ thing?” it was impossible for his mind to grasp it.

“Yes!” he groaned.

“And what do you do? Snoop around police files, break into mental facilities and discuss clues?” Archie wondered with narrowed eyes and a face of utter confusion and slight disgust.

“Pretty much…” Jughead nodded with a thinking expression.

“Jesus Christ, I knew you were retarded, Count Orlok, but this level of freakiness? I am truly impressed.” Reggie shrugged in appreciation, taking a seat next to Jughead who eyed him uncomfortably. “Do you get turned on like that?” he wanted to know with genuine curiosity.

“What-No!” Jughead snapped his eyes shut in embarrassment. “Me and Betty are different, we…we take our time.” He nodded to himself, slouching back, not really liking being the center of the conversation.

“Is this what she wants?” Archie tried to understand the situation, figuring that Betty was the one not ready yet.

“Not really… Both, I think… We haven’t really discussed anything of that kind…” he started stuttering again, eyes darting nervously around the room.

“Well then, make a move!” Reggie urged him on. “What kind of couple are you without getting down and dirty?” he smirked naughtily and sent a wink to Archie.

“A real one.” Jughead shot back deadpanned, raising his eyebrows cleverly. He and Betty weren’t just physical. They were bounded by heart and that was the most important thing for him and he hoped for her too.

“Seriously man, intimacy” Jughead raised his eyebrows again in surprise at the use of the word from his friend, Archie sending him a glare to drop it “is going to bring you closer, make what you have stronger. I mean, don’t you want to know what it feels like? What it’s like being with her in every way?” he wondered more secretively.

To say that he never thought about any of that would be a lie. Jughead always knew that he was in love with her but since they had started growing closer and trying out this thing between them, something had awaken in him, something he never felt before towards any woman. He liked touching her, liked having her flat against his chest, liked her lips, the feel of her hair, her full of promises female curves. Taking it to another level was something that excited him but he would rather take his time than rush into something that maybe both of them weren’t ready to experience yet.

“I do…” he answered to his friend and hesitated. “I just… I don’t know.” He huffed defeated, running a palm over his face. Maybe they were right?

“Man… I don’t get you; both of you.” Reggie went on, dropping back on the couch. “First you, Archie, you turned her down. Now you, Marilyn Manson, have her but insist on keeping it all vanilla and clean… I mean if I had Betty, mmm” he hummed in delight “the things I would do to those lips… And those legs, dude—” he bit his lip with a dreamy stare.

“Say another word and you’ll see the things I will do to this disrespectful face of yours.” Jughead lashed forward in a jealous range, Archie’s hand coming to grab his shoulder to restrict him and Reggie rising his arms up in surrender, still maintaining his teasing smirk though.

Kevin’s head popped from the doorway right on time, searching for something or someone but smiled upon seeing his friends. “Two jocks and a loner, well, isn’t it the start of yet another cliché 90s movie?” he teased them while walking further inside to join them. “What are we talking about?” his eyes glinted with curiosity.

“My love life.” Jughead flinched at his words and dropped back on the couch with his usual broody, ‘so done with the world’ attitude.

“Or lack therefor.” Reggie butted in cleverly, earning two side glares from Jughead and Archie.

“Oh, same old.” Kevin waved a hand dismissively, bored already with the topic. “As if we didn’t know already that Betty and Jughead are even more boring than any amateur porn clip ever made.” Reggie laughed loudly at that, giving him a thumps up.

“Alright, I will not stay here to endure any more of this invasion of my, or Betty’s for that matter, private life.” He got up annoyed, gathering his belongings with urgent, angry movements. “Find something more significant than gossip to fill up the void of your dull lives, will you?” Jughead threw to their faces, because he was angry and angry Jughead was not a filtered Jughead. Luckily for him his friends just chuckled soundless at his outburst, trying to hide their amusement behind ridiculous grimaces, as he stomped to the door.

“Hey, Jughead” Reggie said his name for the first time, the boy in question actually rising his eyebrows in surprise and alarm and turning to face him “try to relieve some tension with Betty Boop, okay? It seems like your right hand doesn’t help much anymore.” And with that he was out the door with a fuming growl, still hearing the roaring male laughter of his friends at his shameful condition as he turned left to head to the Blue & Gold for some much needed peace and quiet. Something that was impossible since their words still clung at the back of his head all day long.

Saturday night came rather quickly much to Jughead’s dislike and apparently everyone came, much to his dislike again. The party was now in full swing with sweaty bodies packed inside the now open area of the Andrews’ living room, chatting and mingling and dancing to some vulgar R&B whereas others were occupying the hallway or the kitchen, all of them armed with red plastic cups filled with alcohol.

Although grumpy as always, Jughead felt like he was enjoying himself a little. Having a house party and acting like a normal teenager was indeed refreshing, not to mention that his friends were all gathered together, plus the chocolate with Oreo cookies frosting birthday cake that Betty had made for him was heavenly delicious. But the highlight of the evening was one and only again; Betty Cooper in her whole glory, walking around with a dress that should have been considered illegal.

He rested back at the kitchen counter staring at her, absentmindedly swaying the cup of soda in his right hand. She was chatting with Veronica and some girls from the cheerleading squad and stealing shy glances from him, her face beaming with happiness. Her make-up was light as usual but with the Seduce Scarlet shade she, and secretly Jughead too, loved on her lips and her golden hair down in loose waves, grazing her bare collarbones that her off-shoulder dress left uncovered. It was a great dress, Jughead noted for the millionth time that night with a gulp; a little under her mid-thigh, form fitting and a seductive burgundy and his eyes had nearly dropped off their sockets upon seeing her entering the house all smiles and strawberry perfume hours ago to help them deal with last minute preparations. He honestly didn’t know where to look; her delicious collarbones, her sinfully pointed-out curves, her legs that went on for miles on a pair of medium high beige heeled sandals, her eyes that shined in joy every time she looked at him through the crowd of people. Without a doubt she was the most stunningly beautiful girl in the room. And she was his.

“We’re trying desperately to find some booty to tap and Ozzy Osbourne here has a so-called girlfriend and still stands back like an idiot, drinking alone. Man, life is so unfair.” Reggie Mantle’s characteristic voice brought him out of his reverie and Jughead inhaled deeply with closed eyes to suppress the annoyance that he felt just by the douche’s presence alone. What was his deal with him lately anyway?

“Maybe you should reconsider your astonishing choice of words, Reggie.” Jughead snapped back in his apathetic manner, taking a sip from his virgin drink.

“Or maybe you should reconsider your life choices, Freaky Friday.” He offered back cleverly, resting back on the counter next him, both of them now watching the party from afar. “Look at her.” Reggie pointed at Betty that was now laughing at something Tea shouted over the music. “She put on that pretty little dress, which definitely doesn’t belong to Ms. America, fight me all you want on that, just for you and you just sit here and stare! You are humiliating the whole male population right at this very moment!” he groaned in exasperation, not believing that somebody was that bump not to jump face first at such opportunity.

Reggie had a valid point; Jughead knew that Betty was putting an effort to impress him tonight. The dress might still have been of her taste and elegance, not too revealing or skin tight, but then again it wasn’t something she would buy at a normal trip to the mall. He appreciated that and, truth be told, there was a small discomfort in his pants whenever his eyes dropped to her killer legs or to her firm behind, swaying seductively as she cheerfully wandered around.

Archie and Kevin marched inside the kitchen too, the two boys laughing at something and being drenched with sweat, quickly heading for a refill of their drinks from the numerous liquor bottles on the kitchen island.

“Now that’s an odd combo of people.” Kevin commented upon spotting Jughead and Reggie slouching at the corner together, Archie raising a curious eyebrow next to him while sipping from his beer.

“Take him away, he’s annoying.” Jughead whined.

“I’m just trying to knock some sense into his air-filled head. Quick question, gentlemen.” Reggie turned to face them, intrigued to prove himself right. “Do you think that our sweet little Betty wants to seduce this stupid idiot tonight, yes or no?”

“Of course!”

“Absolutely!”

They said in unison with equal clever expressions and Jughead dropped his head back with a groan.

“Dude seriously, stop pulling a Mr. Darcy!” Kevin complained, tired with his friends’ cat and mouse game. “She wants it, she’s just being subtle about it but the dress can’t lie. It screams Veronica and we all know our friendly New Yorker means anything but innocent.” His lips formed a smug grin and Reggie exclaimed a satisfied ‘I knew it’, punching Kevin on the shoulder in a bro manner, the boy stumbling back with a painful expression.

“Alright, listen to me.” Archie walked to his friend, resting an encouraging hand on his shoulder. “There is a party; inhibitions are low, adrenaline is in the air… When is there gonna be a better time to make your move?” his voice was just an echo at the back of Jughead’s head, the boy being caught in a dilemma. His body was telling him hell yes but there was something holding him back; fear, nerves, cowardice? He didn’t know. What he truly knew though was that Betty looked sinfully irresistible that night and every guy in the room could see it.

The girls from the cheerleading team walked away from the two best friends to join a group of jocks playing beer pong whereas Veronica twirled Betty under her arm, before grabbing her hips to move her to the beat, the blonde beauty giggling shyly but hesitantly moving her hips to the way Veronica guided her. Her eyes connected with his again; he smiled, she bit her lip.

“Dude, seriously, go! She’s so ready!” Reggie shook his shoulder urgently, having caught the exchange between the couple, Jughead squirming away from his grasp annoyed and frowning like a five year old. “Take one for the team.” He used bro talk, like that would even work in Jughead’s case.

“He’s not even in the team.” Kevin narrowed his eyes at Reggie’s goofiness, the latter just elbowing him to shut up.

“GO!” the three boys finally exclaimed in exasperation, being so done with him and his tactic of beating around the bush.

“OKAY!” Jughead yelled in the same tone of voice, annoyed and angry at his friends but mostly at him and his ridiculous self and his now sweaty palms. Suddenly the room felt a little too warm, like it was suffocating him.

“Here.” Reggie took something out of the pocket of his jeans and slipped it in the front pocket of Jughead’s, the boy looking down in confusion and then snapping his head back at him in horror, upon realizing that he had just given him a condom. “Now, go make her scream.” He fixed his flannel and Archie pushed him forward by his shoulder with a smug smirk, Jughead tripping over his long limps, dizzy and disorientated by Reggie’s unusual behavior and what he was about to do. Why did it matter so much to his all those years tormentor if he got laid? And most importantly, was he seriously going to get laid?

Holy shit.

Back at the living room, the two dancing girls kept enjoying the beat of the pop song that blasted through the speakers. After some minutes of awkward swaying, Betty had found her footing and the much needed confidence to dance next to someone as gorgeous as Veronica and she was actually having a blast. Betty loved dancing and she was good at it. Maybe not in a ‘make people stop and stare’ way but she definitely got moves and she definitely knew how to work her hips, now even putting a bigger show as she knew her boyfriend’s eyes were on her back. She felt excited at the simple naughtiness of the thought that maybe he was getting excited by looking at her acting her like just any other girl her age.

“Poor boy, he doesn’t seem able to even blink away from your goodies Betty Cooper.” Veronica giggled naughtily, pushing her hair back and checking at the boys in the kitchen over Betty’s shoulder.

“Really?” the blonde exclaimed in disbelief.

“Duh! He just stands there and gawks!” she chuckled lightly at his misery. “Not that I blame him; the dress looks smocking on you, B, I was right about it.” She smiled widely in satisfaction that she was yet again right.

Betty creeped over her shoulder to catch a small glimpse of him, indeed looking at her with that intensity in his baby blue eyes. “I don’t know, he always looks at me like that.”

“Well, if that’s true, let’s push him to the breaking point.” She winked subtly at her and grabbed her hips, making their bodies move seductively and in sync over the beat.

Betty knew what her best friend was doing; she wasn’t that much naïve as everybody thought she was. She knew that Veronica hadn’t suggested for all of them to get ready at Pembrooke just for more added girls’ fun nor had she insisted on Betty trying on the very dress she was wearing now just because she thought the color would look good on her, subtly pestering her to abandon her choice of outfit, consisting of a silk camisole and some mini but still modest skirt. Betty knew Veronica was trying to light the fire between Betty and her boyfriend. The blonde girl didn’t know if this was going to work but, even though she felt out of her element, she had put on the dress. One, because it made her feel powerful and two, because Jughead’s expression upon seeing her all dressed up for him was totally worth her nervously shaky legs.

Now the brunette just wanted to perfect her devious little plan. In her opinion, Betty and Jughead wanted just a small push in the right direction and Veronica Lodge was more than willing and able to help. So she rolled her hips in coordination with her best friend’s and laced her arms behind her neck, her pointer beckoning the raven haired boy over with a foxy look from her chocolate orbs when she saw him stumble awkwardly out of the kitchen.

“He’s coming over. Go get him, vixen.” The brunette whispered to Betty’s ear and the girl panicked a little, only for Veronica to give her a reassuring smile as she danced backwards and away from her to get lost in the sea of dancing teenagers.

Betty turned around with a dashing smile. That seemed to ease his nerves a little. “Hey there, birthday boy.” She purred sweetly, lacing her hands behind his neck. “Came over to dance the night away?” she teased him.

Jughead smiled at her, leaning down to close his own arms around her waist. “You know that I don’t dance.”

“Too bad.” She pouted adorably and he couldn’t help but chuckle, even though he could feel himself sweating all through his shirt. And was his heart beating this fast before?

“I missed you tonight.” Jughead whispered against her lips, hating the fact that all those people kept them occupied and not with each other.

“Yeah, me too.” Betty sighed, rubbing her forehead against his. “Let’s go upstairs for a little bit. I could use some piece and quite with you.” Her heart was thudding like crazy against her chest and she was sure her cheeks were flushed at this point, let alone her legs that felt wobbly and unsure. But, nervous or not, she had made her mind.

Jughead gulped at that; okay it was really happening, don’t freak out please. The room was even more suffocating him now, her perfume was making him dizzy and the curve of her body against his was driving him crazy. As if she sensed his nervousness, she chinned up and placed a small, sweet peck on his lips, Jughead deepening it to his own surprise, the need to feel more of her suddenly overwhelming, and if it wasn’t for her pulling back after a while he would still be there, lost in time and space. She smiled again and brushed a thump lightly over his lips to wipe away the red lipstick she left behind and he chuckled breathlessly, before their eyes connected in a silent agreement and she took his hand to pull him behind her. He felt like he was in a sauna now, sweat and nerves in knots over his stiff body, and he brought a hand to undo one button of his flannel for a desperate need for air.

“Get it, Jones!” he heard Reggie howl over the loud commotion of people and music from his spot still inside the kitchen, as the jock watched them head to the stairs, and a lump appeared in his throat now too, making his throat dry and his long limps even more uncooperative than usual.

Betty walked them down the hallway of the second floor and reached the spare bedroom that now belonged to him, pulling him inside with a shy smile, leaving him to close the door behind them. He watched her walk to the mahogany dresser and leave her empty red cup there, before turning to face him with an anxious but still beautiful smile.

A famous hit from The Weeknd – Starboy, if his minimum knowledge in contemporary music wasn’t failing him – started playing from downstairs, sending the teens in a wave of loud cheering that faintly vibrated to where they were standing. Jughead started laughing.

“What?” Betty asked with an adorable confused smirk on her lightly smudged lips.

“I’m having a house party for my birthday, vulgar R&B is playing and I’m getting lured into a dark bedroom by a model-like girl. When did my life become a crappy CW teen drama?” He exhaled the breath he was holding all this time and slouched back against the door, eyes shining with adrenaline and something else, something he didn’t even know how to describe. His hands nervously went to his pockets and his left one came in contact with the metallic package of the condom, sending his nerves on overdrive once again. Was this happening for real? Will he be any good?

Betty chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “You forgot to mention that this so-called model-like girl is also a cheerleader.” She walked slowly to him, circling her arms around his neck again, both of them smirking at each other. “Plus, you actually look pretty damn hot for a heartthrob teen actor.” The girl murmured the compliment against his lips sexily, feeling his large palms caress down her back to her waist before cheekily resting on her butt.

“I’ll make a poster of my ridiculously charming face for you to put it on your bedroom wall.” He teased her back with a smirk, relishing to the feeling of her pressed against him.

“What’s the use when I can have the real thing whenever I want?” Betty sighed in desperation and ended their conversation, leaning forward to join their lips in a heated battle for dominance, both of them needing to go hard and fast. He felt her arch her back to have him closer and he inhaled heavily, rising in his full height and grabbing her cheeks to force her lips more on his demanding ones, wet smacking sounds filling the room and making them dizzy. He started walking and pushing her backwards, Betty clawing his shoulders to find her footing as he was making her unsteady, until her knees found the edge of his twin bed.

She lay back down, pulling him by his flannel on top of her, their lips disconnecting with a soft gasp as they collided with the mattress. He captured her lips again with heated urgency, her squirming underneath him to move them to the center of the bed, feeling his whole weight on top of her and kissing him back with equal frenzy. Their lips were nibbling and sucking, soft sighs leaving her lips, and he started to pant, as their clothed chests were rubbing deliciously against each other and one of his legs was between hers, hitching up and making her dress rise up her tanned thighs. One of his hands got buried into her golden tresses, closing a fist around them and angling her head to smother her with more feverish kisses, Jughead moaning lightly when she sucked wetly on his down lip and then he almost came right here and there as she sucked on his tongue, long and sensually, like how she would suck another part of his. He felt a growl rip through his chest, foreign and primal, and his hips involuntarily bucked against the inside of her bare thigh, his jeans getting tighter by the minute. How they had gone from zero to one hundred in a matter of minutes was incomprehensible to him.

“Do you want that?” he pulled back to whisper breathlessly, his voice raspy and deep, and took a minute to look at her with her closed eyes, swollen lips, disheveled hair and misplaced dress; she looked thoroughly sinful and he was losing his mind, fast. His head dropped to her neck, spreading wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft skin and Betty’s sighs became louder, especially when he started paying attention on her pulse point. Proudly, he left the mark of his lips there as a badge of honor and well-deserved “stay away” sign to Reggie Mantle.

“Only if you do too.” The worlds trembled through a needy sigh as her hands caressed from the back of his neck to get buried inside his hair, effectively pushing his beanie off to drop next to them on the bed, and Jughead nodded against her skin, breathing loudly against the hollow of her neck before licking a trail from her left collarbone to her right.

“I don’t know what to do” he exhaled a deep manly breath, upon coming up to face her, digging his fingers in her hipbones “but I wanna do more.” He confessed, needy and desperate, and she just nodded, pushing his face down on hers again to steal his breath away with her lascivious lips, her off-white nails grazing his scalp and fisting his hair, wanting to have him as close as possible.

Her hips started to rub down against his thigh and he took that as a sign that it was time to start doing more things. Jughead trailed kisses down her jaw and settled on the other side of her neck, his palms coming to caress from her thighs up her sides and then her bare shoulders and collarbones until his fingertips dipped slightly under the hem of her dress. He pulled back for permission and he saw her nodding while biting her lip, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with the material of his flannel on his elbows. Jughead gulped audibly; he was about to see breasts, even so Betty’s breasts, for the first time in his life.

He lowered the material with shaky fingers and heavy breathing, until it was just skin and elegant white lace, the color of innocence contradicting with the color of fire she previously had on. Her breasts were pushed up deliciously, round curves tantalizing his teenage mind and creating a mental imagine that he was sure was going to occupy his wet dreams from now on, and he just gulped again not knowing what to do. He only just stared shamelessly, feeling himself panting and growing inside his jeans but being completely clueless as to how to proceed.

Lucky for him, Betty found a little confidence in her and regarding the look of admiration and boyish attraction he was giving her, she rose off the mattress lightly. Without breaking eye contact, she unhooked her bra and pushed it hesitantly to the side and to the floor, the undergarment useless anymore. She laid back and waited for his approval, dreading from the inside the rejection she always got to experience regarding boys, trying her best to put a brave face and not let her insecurities show.

For Jughead, she was the most beautiful sight his eyes had been ever blessed to witness. His Adam’s apple bobbed upon dropping his head to take a proper look at the round mounds, full, heavy and with dark pink nipples perky and erect already under his ministrations and his gaze. One of his hands caressed from her stomach up until his fingers reached the soft flesh and their pads run over the hard peak, hearing Betty taking a sharp intake of breath and roll her head back at the foreign sensation. Good, that was good, he mentally noted.

He brought his other hand up too and started fondling the soft flesh with no sweet or innocent moves but experimenting with massaging them and groping them urgently and flicking the hard bundles of nerves, loving the little sounds she was making and the way her body arched to meet his hands. One of her own hands covered his and squeezed her breast hard, indicating for him to use more pressure, before her lips opened wide and she whined loudly, him growling at this new side of Betty and dropping on top of her to shove his tongue inside her inviting mouth. But as the kiss grew fast and messy and his hands kept exploring with harsh, inexperienced movements along with the hungry rubbing of their hips, something snapped inside him.

Suddenly he could hear everything and not just her delicious sighs or desperate whines. Jughead could hear the crickets outside, the hollowing of the wind, the buzzing from the people downstairs, the loud bass vibrating through the walls, the giggling of people in the next room, probably in the same position as them, the scratchy noise of his jeans against her dress, the bed lightly creaking underneath them. But most importantly he could feel his left pocket getting heavier and heavier, the condom inside it making his chest rise and fall with anxiety this time.

His palms became sweaty, his breathing uneven and he couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the heavy feeling he had low on his stomach. The room was suffocating him once again but this time he couldn’t even breathe. What were they doing? Were they really going to lose their virginity hastily at a party so for Reggie and any other jock to hang a metal of masculinity around his neck and the label of ‘easy fuck’ around hers? Because even though he hated labels and she did too, that was high school and high school meant unfair gossip and anachronistic beliefs that boys were boys and girls were just sluts. Suddenly he felt sick; sick at the image of them letting other people control their lives and criticize how they were going to live it. They deserved better than that; she deserved better than that.

A loud commotion of voices started downstairs, the door of Archie’s room next to his opened and closed with loud thuds, some faint moaning was coming from Fred’s master bedroom, girls were giggling outside the bathroom. Jughead felt her stiffen underneath him, slightly a tad less urgent that she was at the beginning, and he took that as an opportunity to stop and pull back, palms still covering her breasts.

“Juggie, are you ok?” Betty’s green eyes, although filled with sexual arousal, looked up at him with concern, a hand coming to caress his cheek affectionately.

“I’m sorry, Betty, I…” he hesitated, feeling ashamed that he was yet again going to be not enough for her. “I can’t.” he sighed a loud defeated sigh before he snapped his eyes open in alarm. “I want to, and badly if I might add, but here with all these people and with everything going around I just—” the words died on his lips and he waited for the disappointment in her eyes or pity or anger but nothing like that happened.

“I love you, you know that by now right?” she assured him lovingly, her thump caressing his cheekbone in affection. “And either we have sex now or tomorrow or next week or next month or even year I will still love you like I do now; unconditionally and endlessly.” Betty confessed with all honestly and he exhaled the breath he was holding all this time, dropping his hands from her breasts to rest on her sides, his semi buttoned flannel coming to cover them.

“I’m sorry, it’s just doesn’t feel right. I want this to be something special, like the kind of special we are, you know?” he tried to explain with a sigh. “It didn’t feel right.” He mumbled again.

“I know.” Betty sighed too, running her fingers up his scalp, messing his hair. “I didn’t feel that must comfortable too to be honest.” She admitted in a smaller voice, biting her lip unsure.

Jughead’s eyes snapped up to hers. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you stop me?”

“I guess I wanted to get this over with? I know that’s lame and unacceptable but the girls kept saying—” she gasped as his pointer came to her lips to shush her.

“No one and I say no one, not the girls not your sister not your mother not anyone else has the right to interfere in your life and show you how to live it. It’s your own damn choice, Betts, your own body for that matter and you should let people know when they are crossing a line, myself included. Always.” Jughead told her with determination, hating the fact that she felt the need to prove anything to anyone.

“You are right.” She nodded in agreement, feeling embarrassed and a tad stupid for letting people like Cheryl get under her skin. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want it to happen with you…” she wanted to let him know that she desired him that way, that in another time and place she wouldn’t think twice before giving her whole to him.

“Believe me, I get the feeling.” He gave her a small smirk and grounded his still painful hard on more on her thigh to offer his solid proof, Betty blushing and biting her lip at the butterflies the action erupted in her stomach. “And I was brainwashed by peers too.” She looked at him in disbelief. “Shocker for me but yeah. And the worst part is that when I say peers I mean mostly Reggie.” He admitted with a sigh of regret.

“Reggie? Seriously?” Betty exclaimed incredulously. “Why does Reggie care about our relationship?”

“I honestly don’t wanna know. And I promise no more hanging out with Reggie; he brings a fuckboy side out of me and I feel repulsed by it.” Jughead frowned in disgust.

Betty giggled light. “You’re way too affectionate and well-read to be a fuckboy.” She assured with and leaned up to peck his lips slowly, him sighing into the kiss and burying his fingers into her hair.

“I love you.” He whispered lovingly to her, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

“I love you too, Juggie.” She whispered with an equal tone, smiling blissfully with her eyes closed. “So what do we do now?” Betty frowned up to him, not really sure if she was ready to go down and face the ridiculous questions of her friends.

“How about we lock this door and we do a Scream marathon? You know put in use my brand new TV and DVD player that Fred kindly bought me as a gift?” his eyes shined with excitement and gratitude towards the man that opened his house and his arms for him to find shelter. “I even have snacks stored because, well, that’s me and I can give you a t-shirt to change or something ‘cause even though I love this dress on you, it seems highly uncomfortable.” He scanned the garment with a boyish clueless expression, making Betty chuckle before pecking his lips playfully.

“Sounds like a plan to me!” she agreed with a wide smile. “But what about the others? They’ll think that we…” she raised her eyebrows to send her message across.

“What? Are having hours-long, mind-blowing sex? Fine, let them think that.” Jughead shrugged without a care in the world. “No more worrying about what other people think of us; we know where we stand and what we have and that’s not gonna change.” Jughead assured her looking at her eyes with determination and utter love for her. “Plus, that’s not entirely a lie since a) I saw the most amazing pair of breasts today” Betty rolled her eyes at that, blushing “and b) when we start having sex, believe me, it will be hours long and mind-blowing every time.” He spoke against her lips in what seemed a sexy whisper.

“How can you be so sure?” Betty whispered back, biting his down lip lightly and hearing him gasp.

“Because we are us, babe. And us together is perfect.”

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