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All Too Well

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Struggles With Sexuality, Mentions of Underage Drinking (DO NOT DO IT), Jealousy, Alcohol Consumption, Confrontation

PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were childhood friends, but after a kiss they shared during a party, Reader cut contact and never spoke to her again. That was until their high school reunion came up and the two finally see each other years later

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

Liv Morgan is also Reader's best friend from a different school in this A/U!

Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!

Was feeling a little angsty, don't mind me

"Are you sure it isn't too...showy?", I say,

Looking at Liv's reflection in the full-length mirror.

"Are you kidding? It's literally perfect"

I chuckle at her enthusiasm.

Within a week from now, we were set to attend our ten year high school reunion and to say I had knots in my stomach would be an understatement.

High school was fine, in fact, I often catch myself reminiscing on how simple life once was.

Not having to deal with adult responsibilities like work, bills or rent and just living life as I wanted...but there was one thing that made me wish time moved faster.

Rhea.

We grew up in the same neighborhood and were inseparable. Always sleeping over at each other's houses and hanging out every day after school. Wherever she was, I was. You wouldn't see me without her by my side and vice verse.

"Check this out", she says,

Smacking her wrist and causing the whipped cream she had on the back of her hand to catapult into her mouth.

"What the fuck? How?", I exclaimed.

She lets out a laugh, almost choking on the sweet foam.

"Saw someone do it on YouTube. Try it"

I shrugged, spraying some onto the back of my hand and repeating what she did. Only my attempt resulted in the cream to land on the side of my mouth. She lets out a roaring laugh, falling back against the couch.

"I've got you", she says,

Gently wiping it off my face and sucking it off her thumb. Her eyes never leaving mine, whilst doing so. I couldn't ignore the sudden rush of butterflies that irrupted in my stomach. What the hell was that?

I awkwardly clear my throat and sipped on some water. She eventually noticed my silence and squinted curiously.

"You alright, babe?"

Her nicknames have now become lethal to me. It's not like we haven't jokingly called each other things of that nature, but this time felt different.

"Mhm"

"Okay", she replied unconvinced.

Just then the door bell, rang. Thank god.

"I'll get it. Must be the food", she says,

Gently placing a hand on my thigh, before sprinting off. I felt her touch linger even after she'd already left the room. My heart racing against the confinements of my chest.

As the day turned to night, we got ready for the party Sonya was throwing, when I couldn't get the zipper of my dress up.

"Women's clothing is a complete joke!", I struggled inside the bathroom,

"Need some help?", she asked through the door.

Why was I so nervous for her to see me half dressed? We've changed in front of each other dozens of times before.

Though I must admit, I had to look away as we did. Something about seeing her so intimately made my stomach drop to my feet. Like I would...like what I see.

But nonetheless, I reluctantly agreed.

"Could you?"

She steps inside and carefully tugs my zipper up and once she was done, I turn around, patting myself off. For a moment, she eyes me up and down with a smile she was clearly trying to hide.

"That bad?"

"Not even close. You look amazing", she says,

Taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. God damn it, there go the butterflies again. I pull back, smiling awkwardly.

"Shall we?"

"We shall", she says,

Stepping aside and letting me out of the bathroom.

The entire car ride was silent, except for the ambience of the engine running and the radio softly playing. It gave me more time to fully process what happened and what exactly I was feeling.

It was all so sudden, that my head spun trying to wrap itself around it. I was probably overthinking. Maybe, I'd just imagined the whole thing and was worried over nothing?

"You're awfully quiet", she disrupts the silence,

Pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Usually, we'd be screaming non-sensical lyrics over songs we put on, but you seem rather distracted", she interrogated behind the wheel,

"Um, probably the shots I took before we left"

"Well, I'm designated driver tonight, so, have all the fun you want, sweetheart"

Again with the nicknames.

We eventually got to Sonya's and made our way inside. The house was crowded with drunken kids from school, dancing terribly and talking way too loud. Tonight was guaranteed to be hectic.

"You made it!", Sonya yells over the music,

Before yanking me into a hug and making me chuckle at her excitement.

"I thought you'd ditch, since you weren't at school today"

"Nope, just decided to skip since it's the last day before spring break", I explained,

Pulling away.

She then pulls Rhea into a hug and plants a kiss on her cheek, making Rhea laugh.

I couldn't help but feel off about it.

But before I could even react, a hand turns me around by the shoulder and it was Liv, my friend from a different school.

"Hey!", I greeted,

As she squealed, jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist, like she usually does.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen you since last semester!"

"I know! I was swamped with extra-curriculars and tests", she said,

Hopping back down.

I look over and was met with Rhea's intense gaze.

"Rhea, this is my friend, Liv. She goes to the school down the road from us"

"It's really nice to meet you!"

"Pleasure", Rhea greeted,

Her tone dry and unwelcoming. I give her a look of confusion, to which she simply ignored me, before walking off.

Besides that slight hiccup, the night went on just as I expected. With me getting wasted and making a fool of myself with Liv in the sea of dancing people.

Every now and then, I'd catch glimpses of Rhea staring daggers into me and for some reason, I didn't really mind. As a matter of fact, I sort of enjoyed the attention more than I was willing to admit.

That was until Liv grabbed my hips from behind and began swaying them, which then caused Rhea to visibly scoff and disappear from view.

Even in my drunken haze, I could tell she was irritated, but I decided to let her cool off, before attempting to ask any questions.

I did eventually feel the drinks working their way down, so I pulled Liv in close.

"I'm going to the bathroom!"

"Kk!", she yelled back.

I began stumbling towards the bathroom and swung the door open, just to find Rhea sitting in the empty bathtub.

"Hey there, stranger. I haven't seen you all night", I slurred.

"Yeah, you noticed? I'm surprised with the spectacular company that's been entertaining you"

My eyes squint curiously.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She sighs through her nose, looking away.

"Nothing"

It was now my turn to sigh, as I closed the door behind me and sat on the floor, beside the tub.

"Someone's jealous", I teased.

She didn't respond and merely scoffed once again.

"I saaaid someone's jealous-"

"And what if I was?", she interrupts.

In that very moment, any ounce of drunkness violently fled my body.

"What?", I chuckled nervously,

"What if...I was?", she repeated,

Sitting up and gripping the edge of the tub to bring herself closer to my face.

I was at a complete loss for words. Hit with so many emotions at once, that I froze in place, just staring blanky at her.

"What do you-"

Before I could complete my sentence, she cuts me off by crashing her lips onto mine. The strangest part of it all was the fact that I didn't pull away.

It felt...good.

I grab her face and pressed deeper into the kiss, whilst swiping my tongue over her bottom lip, tugging it slightly with my teeth.

Her own hands do the same and before I knew it, she pulls me into the tub, straddling her hips. I felt myself growing needier with each passing second, but before anything else could happen, she made her way down my neck, whispering.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting this"

That's when reality finally hit me. I was in love with my best friend this entire time and couldn't bring myself to admit it. I was in love with a girl. All the pieces of myself that I thought were broken were now starting to make sense and I just wasn't ready.

I hastily pull away, getting out of the tub.

"Where are you going?"

"We can't do this", I say,

Wiping the smudged lipstick off my cheek.

"(Y/N)"

"I'm sorry, Rhea, I can't", I rushed,

As she stood up to follow me.

"(Y/N)-", she steps out of the tub,

"Please", I pleaded with teary eyes,

Catching off guard.

"Just...I can't", I choked back a sob.

I rush out of the bathroom and left the party entirely, but as I ran home with tears streaming down my face, my phone kept blowing up with messages and incoming calls.

Some being from Liv, looking for me and others from Rhea, begging me to come back so she could explain. I simply turned my phone off and finally arrive at the steps of my house.

I was consumed with more emotions than I could handle. Confusion, helplessness, fear, but most of all, grief. I was now meant to grieve the loss of my best friend and possibly the love of my life.

That night was the last time I'd ever spoken to her.

Rhea would continue to try and get a hold of me, but a few weeks go by and she eventually got the hint.

At school, I'd take different routes to try and avoid her and when we did cross paths in the hallway, I'd just speed-walk past her to get to my next class.

Losing someone like her has been and still is one of my biggest regrets.

"Hellooo?"

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Liv's hand waving at me.

"What?"

"I asked if I should do an updo or have my hair down"

"Oh"

"Are you okay? You seem like a bajillion miles away right now", she questioned,

"I'm fine"

"Mhm", she crosses her arms,

"What?"

"Nothing. If you say so", she shrugged,

Turning back to the mirror.

"Liv", I urged warningly,

"It's just, are you sure this isn't about...Rhea?"

"What? No"

She sighs, hopping on top of my vanity.

"What?", I repeated,

"How long have I known you?"

"Well...a while"

"And in that while, do you really think I can't tell when you're lying?"

It was now my turn to sigh, as my arms fold over my chest.

"What happened was...less than ideal, but don't let that ruin your night. You deserve to have fun", she says,

Getting back on her feet and making her way over to the bed, as I shrug, watching her take a seat next to me.

"Who knows, maybe she still feels the same way", she nudges,

"That's not funny"

"I'm being serious! Who you are isn't anyone else's business, but your own and if you do end up telling her the truth, that should be your choice", she emphasized,

"Look, (Y/N), you're a total babe. Anyone would be lucky to have someone as sweet and funny and pretty and smart and-"

"Okay, okay, enough with the flattery", I chuckle,

Nudging her back.

"Hey and if all else fails, we can still get wasted"

"See? This is why you're my friend", I say,

High-fiving her.

The days came and went in what felt like a flash and before we knew, it was the day of the reunion.

With each moment that passed of us being in the cab, my heart grew burdened by anxiety. What was I supposed to do if I saw her? What if she came up to me? Would she tell me off in front of everyone? Was I prepared for that to happen?

Worst of all...what if she brought a date?

"Stop doing that"

"Doing what?"

"I see the hamster wheels spinning"

I sigh, relaxing into the seat. Liv then pulls out a cannister and sneaks it under my purse.

"You're lucky I came prepared"

"You really did", I say,

Twisting off the cap and carefully taking a swig.

"But don't over do it. I actually wanna dance a little before we black out"

We arrive at the high school and I was immediately taken back. The grass, the steps, the doorway. It truly felt like a blast from the past.

"Just as ugly as I remember!", I squealed,

Throwing a hand over my mouth, as Liv snorts, leaning against me.

The gymnasium was packed with many familiar faces, two of which were a set of twins I used to know.

"Yo, no fucking way"

"Hey, Jey", I greeted with a beaming smile,

"If it ain't miss (Y/L/N). Man, you still look good"

I playfully roll my eyes, as he pulls me into a hug.

"I haven't seem your ass in a minute, ma"

"No! I saw you a few years ago, when I came to one of Liv's matches"

"Like I said, a hot minute"

I laugh, pulling away to greet everyone else.

The DJ starts playing a song from way back when and Liv gives a mischievous grin.

"Oh god"

"You know the drill, come on", she drags me onto the dance floor,

And all of our friends followed suit.

As we started to dance, the gym doors open, catching my attention. My face immediately drops upon realizing who it was.

"What?", Liv turns to see and her own eyes widen.

"Shit"

There she was.

Only, I almost didn't recognize her. From the new black hair slicked back, to the expensive three piece suit and tattoos, my heart nearly gave out.

She was nothing short of breathtaking.

Her eyes immediately fall upon mine and it felt like everyone else disappeared. Even with her new entourage behind her, being rowdy, all I could focus on was the dejected look on her face.

I had only myself to blame. Had I not been a coward sooner, none of this would've happened. We wouldn't have cut ties, grown apart and gone our separate ways. We might've even-

"You good, uce?", Jey snaps me back to reality,

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"(Y/N)-"

"I'm fine, Liv. Really", I reassured,

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom", I let my friends now,

Before walking out of the gymnasium.

I knew this was all my own fault, but I couldn't help but tear up, thinking of all the things I could've done to change what happened. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than me.

I arrive at the bathroom and lock myself in the handicap stall.

With no one around to hear me, I finally let go of all the tears I'd been desperately fighting back. After allowing myself a good few minutes to cry, I grab some tissues to wipe off the makeup that was surely running down my face.

I recollect myself and exit the stall, but as I went to check on myself in the mirror, the door creaks open and it was none other than Rhea walking in.

There couldn't have been a worse possible time than now to run into each other.

"Sorry", she said with her head low,

Stepping back out.

"Wait, Rhea"

She simply ignored me and kept walking, to which I followed behind her.

"Rhea, could we please talk about this?"

"Talk about what?"

"Please", I begged,

She finally stops and turns to face me.

"I'm sorry"

"Alright"

"Rhea, please", I pleaded,

Taking a hold of her wrist and making her eyes pour into mine. Even being this close to her made my heart race against the inside of my chest.

I carefully let her go and she stuffs her hands into her pockets.

It was now or never. I could either just let her walk away and risk never seeing her again or make things right, so... I took a deep breath and began.

"I wanna start off by saying I understand that you're angry. You have every right to be and I don't blame you for it", I reassured.

Her eyes never leaving my face as I spoke.

"But before you go, I just need to tell you how sorry I am", I start to choke up,

"Nothing I say or do can ever make up for how I ended things...but I'm sorry"

Her gaze was still intense, but I could make out her eyes glossing over.

"I'm sorry for leaving you with no explanation. It was childish and stupid, but I promise, it had nothing to do with you. I was scared and I didn't know who I was back then, but I do now. I am a woman who likes other women", I wept,

As she takes a deep breath in.

"I am a woman...who was in love with her best friend", I admit.

The confession causing her face and shoulders to drop.

"She just wasn't ready to say it"

"(Y/N)", she exhales,

"But that doesn't excuse me just leaving you in the dark and for that, I am so so sorry", I cried.

"No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not someone like you. Someone so kind and so beautiful", I softly cup her cheek,

As she melted into my touch.

"I know I don't deserve it, but you'll have me, I promise I will never hurt you again"

She shakes her head with a tearful smile, taking my hands into hers.

"I am so proud of you", she says,

As tear rolls down her cheek and meets the tip of my fingers.

"You are?"

"That's all I've ever wanted to hear"

And for the first time in a long time, I felt...light. The years of shouldering this burden was gone and I could finally breathe again.

I was so caught up in what was going on, that I almost didn't notice the audience of our friends gathered behind me. Guess I just have to lay it all out there now.

"Guys", I start,

When I felt Rhea's hand grab mine to make me face her.

"(Y/N), you don't have to do this"

"I do"

If she was brave enough to come out all those years ago, it was now my turn to have that same courage. I turn back towards the small crowd and see Liv cheering me on with a nod.

"I love Rhea and I'm not hiding it anymore"

A fleeting moment of silence overtakes the hallways, before they all rush in to hug me.

"I'm proud so of you, kid!", Liv squeals,

Causing Rhea and I to laugh amidst the group hug.

"You're a g, (Y/N)", Jey joins in,

"You finally got the girl!", Dominik yells,

Making Priest playfully smack the back of his head.

They all pull away, allowing Rhea and I to face each other once more.

"Let's give them their space, guys", Liv say,

Ushering everyone back into the gymnasium.

Without wasting another precious moment, she pulls me in and kisses me with a newfound passion.

This was how it was meant to be.

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Angst with rhea ripely where she’s in love with reader but readers in a relationship maybe with damian or seth or someone else

someone is in the mood for crying i see

rhea ripley x reader / damian priest x reader

tw : angst (?)

love you better

you and rhea were like besties. you were the last person to join the judgement day, but no one in the team really cared because they treated you as family the moment you told the world that you joined the strongest faction in the whole wwe.

it was rhea’s idea to recru you as she saw potential in you.

you went from nxt to smackdown in less than a year and you couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity you had, but once you joined smackdown you so how poorly you got booked, mainly because the whole show evolved around the bloodline, and so it gave less opportunity to other wrestlers to prove themselves in the ring.

you got tired of waiting and waiting for your opportunity to come and you were seriously thinking of leaving and going back to nxt but before you could decide, your best friend rhea told you that she had a proposal for you.

when she told you about the judgement day, you were sceptical at first, you knew that you had to turn heal, and you didn’t really saw yourself being “the villain” but when she told you that you didn’t have to turn and that you could remain the same “you”, you knew you had to accept, and so you did.

being in the judgement day didn’t only brought you more fame and matches, it also gave you a family and a new relationship.

you and damian took off the moment you joined them. he was eager to have a new member and so he showed you everything you had to know. he helped you training, he showed you new moves and before you knew it you were both in love with each other.

you decided to keep it on low, no one knew, not even the other members. it was something new for you and you wanted to see how this relationship between the two of you would go.

rhea didn’t know it and of course she thought she could have her chance with you. she knew you liked both women and men, like she did and that made it easier for her.

“hey gorgeous” rhea called you the moment you stepped into the gym “how are you?” she asked you.

“oh i’m good, thanks, and you?” you smiled back.

“good…listen, what do you say if after training we both grabbed something to eat together?” she asked.

you thought about it and you knew that damian would step into the gym within any minute and even if you wanted to spend time with him, rhea was your friend and you didn’t want to disappoint her.

“sure, fine by me” you smiled at her.

“i can’t wait” rhea smiled back.

“can’t wait for what?” damian asked the both of you the moment the stepped into the gym.

“rhea and i are going out for lunch” you said while stretching.

“and i wasn’t invited?” he playfully said but rhea wasn’t that amused “where and when?”

“no one said you were invited, priest” rhea said back and even thought you knew she was joking, she sounded pretty mad.

“i get it! i get it! girls time! that means i’ll have y/n for the night” he teased and left for training. you blushed at his remark but you felt rhea’s eyes on you and you didn’t want her to know it.

“what?” she asked, not understanding the joke damian made.

“nothing…he was probably kidding, anyway do you mind helping me with these?” you asked her, pointing at the weights.

you all continued training like it was a normal and usual morning but rhea couldn’t stop looking at the way damian’s eyes would watch and observe every movement you made. your ass when you were doings squats, your tits moving when you were running on the treadmill and rhea wasn’t fully understanding of this behaviour.

“should we go now?” rhea asked you when it was lunch time. you nodded because you were starving and couldn’t wait to eat something.

you both took a quick shower and changed into cleaner clothes and took off for lunch.

when you were both seated, rhea couldn’t stop wondering what damian meant.

“what did he mean?” she asked you.

“who?”

“damian” she said.

“nothing…” you didn’t sound sure, also you hated lying to her.

“you’re lying…he meant something”

“i don’t think so…anyway, what do you want to eat?” you asked her and she dropped the conversation right here but you knew it wasn’t over.

you both ordered your food and ate it like it was just a normal day, she talked about her life and you did too, just two friends hanging out together. but rhea couldn’t stop the feeling that something was going on that you wouldn’t tell her.

“did you know damian’s eyes were all over your ass when you were training? i should talk to him, that behaviour is fucking disgusting” she said and even if you wanted to act surprised.

“really? i hadn’t noticed…”

“you sure?” she asked you.

“yup” you avoided her eyes.

“are you and damian dating?” she asked. she hoped you said no. she hoped you said you loved her. but your reply broke her heart.

“is it that obvious?” you asked.

“what-what you mean?”

“we started dating right after i joined you but we wanted to keep it a secret…but since you found out we’re not doing a good job at hiding it” you said finishing your drink.

rhea was speechless. the woman she loved, the woman who stood in front of her just confessed she was dating someone else.

“rhea? are you mad? we were gonna tell you and the team but we thought it was too early" you said, hoping she would understand.

“no - i totally get it…” she said “i’m happy for you…” she half smiled.

“thanks…anyway, should we leave? i feel like i need to practice a little more on the moves damian taught me” you said going to pay the bill.

rhea nodded and followed you.

once you both reached the gym, she waited for you to go out of the car, waiting for you to go inside, waiting for let those tears cry after holding them for hours.

“aren’t you coming?” you asked when you saw her still behind the wheel.

“i need to do a few things home” she said. you nodded and quickly thanked her, she simply smiled and drove off.

she let those tears fall while driving back home, knowing that it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that you chose damian instead of her, to her, it wasn’t fair that you fell in love with him, she knew she could love you better, you just simple didn’t give her the opportunity.

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Chapter XII ✦ Know It’s For The Better

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea makes a decision, was it the right one?

Warnings; bit of angst, kinda smut

Word Count: 4.3k

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A/n: nothing…

Flashback from SC

Her phone began to ring exactly at 10:00 AM, making her stir from her sleep as she turned to her side, slowly opening her eyes while reaching out to her phone to turn off the alarm. Rhea slowly sat on the bed as she rubbed her eyes, trying to force herself to wake as she took her phone and unlocked it. She checked to see if she had any texts from the boys or any emails that she needed to take a look at, but so far, nothing. Yet.

This was her last day along with Roman in South Carolina. They both didn’t have anything on their schedule to attend to as this was their last day and plus, they would be leaving for the airport this afternoon to head back home. Technically, they could spend the remainder of their last day doing whatever they wanted. Though she kept in mind that they had until 4:30 PM to check out from the hotel.

She looked to her side to see that Roman was still asleep, the tribal chief not being awakened by the sound of her alarm. Both of them had spent the night together again, their clothes tossed across the floor and both of them laying naked on the bed with the covers being the only thing that covered their bodies. Slowly, and careful not to wake up, she sat up from the bed, finding Roman’s shirt as well as her panties as she put both of them on before she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then finished doing so as she rinsed her face before she dried her face with her towel, walking out from the bathroom afterwards when she once again heard her phone ding with text messages, specifically from the group chat that she was in, along with her boys and the Bloodline.

She opened the texts as she sat back on the bed and read them.

J: what time do y’all come back tonight again????? @Rhea @Roman

S: 🤦🏽‍♂️ Jimmy I already told you earlier-

F: Jimmy, they’re coming back @ midnight.

J: nvm

DP: Thank god y’all are coming back THANK GOD

Rolling her eyes, Rhea decided to reply back to Damian’s text in the group chat.

R: So now you’re admitting y’all can’t survive w/o us? lmfaooooo

DM: he’s been stressed ever since you two left lol

J: his hair’s been getting gray just like Paul’s when Roman was out 😭😭

DM: LMAO

DP: Stfu Jimmy 😒

J: 🤣🤣🤣

R: we’ll call you guys when we leave, but please text me or Reigns if u guys want or need anything before we leave

F: stay safe sis

DM: we miss you

J: translation: “I miss you mami pls come back rn.”

DM: 🙄

Rhea shook her head and smiled before she set her phone aside and decided to wake Roman.

“Reigns, get up.” She finally spoke, inching closer to him as she shook and patted his shoulder.

“Five minutes…” He grumbled as he stirred slightly, shifting his body only a bit.

“Oh come on, I was the one riding you last night, no way you’re this tired already. If anything, I should be the one tired.”

Roman only turned slightly as his eyes opened, giving her a look. “Are we really fighting over this now?”

“I don’t know, are we now?” She asked him as she crossed her arms. He only stared at her before he noticed the shirt that she wore.

“… is that my shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” Roman grunted as he stood, fetching his underwear and sweatpants from the ground before he turned to her. “Give it back.”

“Nah.”

“Ripley.”

“You have a pair of panties from me, are you going to give those back?”

“Come on, I need to run downstairs to get us breakfast.” He insisted while she arched an eyebrow.

“You have plenty of other shirts, why this one?” Roman sighed in defeat before going onto his suitcase for another shirt.

“You’re gonna give that back to me.” He told her as he put on another shirt.

“And if I don’t?”

Roman was about to walk inside the bathroom when he paused in his steps as soon as Rhea said that. He seemed to contemplate for a few seconds before he turned his head to her.

“Alright, okay, let me rephrase that.” He began while Rhea crossed her arms at him. “If by the time we finish eating breakfast you don’t give me that shirt back, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that since you won’t give me my panties back.” Rhea tsked while leaning comfortably on the bed. “So, you could say we’re even now. You have my panties, and I have your shirt.”

Roman looked at the time on his phone. He seemed to contemplate yet again while Rhea watched him until he spoke. “… Breakfast doesn’t end until 11:30.”

“Reigns.”

“Which means, I have an hour and thirty minutes, plus I can always just order delivery instead, so, last chance; give the shirt back or we’re about to have problems.”

“Oh, you want to go down that route now?” She asked him as she pulled out a pillow.

“No, no pillow fi—“ A pillow was suddenly thrown at his face as he yelped and paused. He then caught it with one hand as he looked down at it before he looked up at her as she retrieved another pillow.

“If you want this shirt back, you’re gonna have to fight for it.”

“… okay, that’s it—“ Before Rhea could react, he attempted to get back on the bed and immediately, she began to smack him with the pillow repeatedly as he shielded himself in defense.

“Aw, what happened now? You can’t even fight back—“ The second she was distracted, Roman suddenly took the pillow from her and the next thing she new, he immediately grabbed her by the waist as his other free hand began to tickle her side.

“Wait—!” She yelped before she suddenly burst out laughing, struggling in his hold while he kept tickling her.

“You’re giving up the shirt now?”

“You son of a— stop—!” She only laughed despite being tickled, up until after a while, she suddenly managed to find her chance as she grabbed his wrist and flipped them over, straddling him on the bed while also pinning him down. Both took a moment to catch their breaths while they looked at each other.

“Giving up now?” She asked him beneath her breath while smirking down at him. He only gazed up at her momentarily, looking as if he wanted to say something at first which was noticed by Rhea. Her smirk slowly faded as she also gazed down at him.

Maybe perhaps it was because she wasn’t ready for him to tell her what she thought he was going to say, or maybe it was potentially the heat of the moment, but she couldn’t help but close the distance between them as they shared a passionate kiss. Her hands were already reaching to remove his shirt while his own hands went underneath the shirt that she wore from him as he caressed her skin. As soon as his shirt came off, she threw it across the floor before she began to lead kisses on his jawline, neck, and chest.

To say the least, they both made sure to only last for thirty minutes that morning, knowing that even if it was their last day like this, it didn’t matter to them for now.

But a deep, unknown, and discreet part of her wished that they had more time.

“—and with that, we conclude the matter as to why the suggestion of splitting the tag titles had come up to us initially. Now we understand that with you being champions and with war games coming up, it’s not the best option, although I really want you to consider the possibility of giving the tag team division a higher chance and—“

Rhea sat in her chair as she listened to it on and on, wishing that it had already ended as she leaned back on her seat too comfortably. She almost wanted to roll her eyes while hearing Adam speak, twirling the pen that she held in her right hand as she sat between Damian and Finn.

“Listen here, with all due respect, Pearce.” Damian began. “Finn and I should have a say in what we do with our championships. Isn’t that the point of it? Plus, we have an agreement with the Bloodline in the first place. Us spreading the titles apart just to give others that opportunity makes zero sense when you can literally just come up with other types of championships.”

“Well, to be fair, Priest has a point.” Nick admitted as he shifted in his seat. “Despite the Bloodline being on Raw and the Bloodline on Smackdown, everyone is quite acknowledging the fact that both of your groups are now one group at this point.”

“Although, it’s not made official yet.” Adam said as he crossed his arms. At that, everyone within the group looked at each other, then everyone’s heads turned to Rhea and Roman specifically. Roman then outstretched his hand to Paul’s direction as the wiseman gave him a contract.

“You see Pearce, we knew you were going to mention that, so…” Roman then handed the contract to Pearce as he blinked and took it, reading the contents of it as Roman began to explain. “This contract includes everyone’s signature. And when I say everyone, I mean the Judgement Day and the Bloodline.”

Pearce narrowed his eyes as he read the contract before he looked up at Nick, who also wanted to take a look at it as the former wrestler showed him the contents of the paper. As Nick read everything, Rhea spoke.

“You also said you want to give other wrestlers the opportunity, no?” She asked. “Well, this is another way of doing it. By having both our factions unified officially and being able to be on both brands, we can defend our championships and give the spotlight to every superstar in these locker rooms.” She then looked at Adam and Nick firmly as she crossed her arms. “You both want to give people chances, but we? We want to remain on top. So, since we both want something… all we need is your signatures, as well as Triple H’s, and we can call this a day.”

She concluded her speech as she leaned back on her chair once again. All eyes were set on Nick and Pearce as they both contemplated over the contract. Nick then whispered something to Adam’s ear, the latter looking hesitant at first before he sighed and nodded. They then all saw as both men signed the contract.

“We will notify Triple H to be in touch with you all regarding the contract.” Adam said before he stood. “Make sure to also keep a copy of it once he signs as well. We will also discuss this with him as well. But as of now, with Triple H’s signature, this will be fully official.”

“Good. So now we’re good to go then?” Rhea immediately asked as she stood up along with the others.

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Great.”

“Pleasure doing business with you two.” Damián said as he shook both Nick and Adam’s hands, the others also doing the same before they all began to walk away from the conference room. As they did, Rhea heard her phone ring as she looked to see that Raquel was calling.

“Hey Raq, I just got out of the meeting, ‘sup?”

“Ay, al fin, loca. Shayna and I are waiting for you outside, we’re gonna go and pick up Zoey and then we’re heading out.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute, see you.” She then hung up as she kept her phone in her pocket before she turned to Damian. “I’m heading out. If anything happens, text me.”

“I got you. Stay safe though.” Damian nodded at her as they fist bumped one another before she began to walk away. She managed to head outside the parking area where Raquel and Shayna had been waiting for her. Raquel was in the driver’s seat of her rental car as she decided to move to the passenger seat to allow Rhea to be the one driving.

“She’s still at the hotel?” Rhea asked as she put her seatbelt on.

“Yeah well, she overslept. I told her not to go to the gym last night but noooo, her dumbass didn’t wanna listen.” Shayna said as she texted her phone. “But I’m letting her know that we are on our way.”

“Where are we going anyways?” Rhea asked as she arched an eyebrow while she began to drive off.

“Whenever we want,” Raquel shrugged. “Chica, it’s a Saturday. We get to do whatever the fuck we want today. And plus, you need a break.”

“Thanks for reminding me again.” Rhea almost said sarcastically while Raquel gave her a look. After a while, they arrived at the hotel as they waited. Raquel was the one to call Zoey’s phone as they waited at the parking lot when they heard the door open.

“Shut up, I’m here!” Zoey said almost urgently as she got inside the car and sat with Shayna in the back. “What’s the occasion anyways? Y’all were rushing me like it’s the end of the world.”

“We are going to places. Wherever Rhe Rhe decided to take us to.” Raquel casually said. “And I’ll be paying.”

“Well as long as we get to chill, I’m cool with it.” Zoey simply commented before she perked up. “Oh by the way, Rips, I hope you’re ready for that match at Survivor Series against me.”

“Oh, you bet your ass that you’ll be in for Hell, I’ll tell you that.” Rhea scoffed as she fixed the rear view mirror before she drove away with them.

“Well, if Liv doesn’t get to you fi— ow!” Shayna yelped when Zoey smacked her in the shoulder.

“Hey, no Liv, no Dom, no Roman, not even a word of them. We talked about this.” Raquel told Shayna sternly.

“Sorry…”

The group continued to chat about many things until they stopped by a red light. Because Rhea’s phone was connected to the car’s Bluetooth radio, a call came through, and everyone could see that it was Roman calling.

“Girl, I thought you blocked him—“ Zoey blurted out while Rhea sighed and rubbed her head.

“Fuck my life.”

“Ah ah ah, you’re not answering.” Raquel quickly said. “Just let it ring.”

“Yeah, what she said.” Shayna immediately agreed.

“… guys, it might be something about the meeting—“

“Oh you have GOT to be kidding me, Rhea don’t you dare—“

“We signed a contract thirty minutes ago, so Reigns might have an update for me, Jesus.” Rhea snapped at them as she huffed. “Plus, it’s just one phone call. Won’t take that long.”

“… Okay, fine, answer it. But only if we hear it.” Raquel told her as she sighed deeply. Rhea only nodded as she went ahead and answered the call.

“Reigns, whatever you have to say, make it quick. I’m quite busy here.”

“Just wanted to let you know that Wiseman just spoke with Triple H on the phone. He wants to arrange a meeting this Monday with us.”

“Alright. We accept.” Rhea replied as she made a left turn, all the while Raquel, Shayna, and Zoey listened carefully. “Time and place?”

“Next Monday at 10 AM before Raw.”

“Good, we’ll be there.” Rhea was then about to hang up when Roman suddenly spoke.

“Also, I know you’re busy and everything but… if there’s a chance if we can meet up tomorrow and—“

“Nope, she’s busy with us, so bye bye!” Zoey immediately interrupted as she reached the screen and hung up on the call.

“Zoey what the fuck—“

“Hey, I’m saving your mental health girl. You’ll thank me later.” Zoey said as she smiled while Shayna tried her best not to laugh beside her.

Rhea stared at Zoey incredulously from the rear view mirror. “You did not just do that…”

“I mean, I would’ve done the same.”

“Raquel, please.”

“What? It’s true.”

“Look, Zoey’s right though.” Shayna told her. “Don’t think about them for now. Get your break, you can worry about your own shit later.”

Rhea sighed as she continued to drive away. The group spent most of their day hanging out in several places for the most part.

Up until nighttime, the group returned to the hotel as they got out of the car and walked together.

“We should do that more often,” Raquel commented as she carried her purse and her phone all in one hand. “I’m kinda liking this whole thing, to be honest with you guys.”

“Yeah, even better than dealing with shit at work.” Zoey snorted as she looked at the time in her watch. “I’m heading to the bar for a bit, does anyone wanna join?”

“I can” Shayna folded her hands inside her pockets before she turned to Raquel and Rhea. However, Raquel yawned as she shook her head.

“Sorry guys, as much as I want to, I need to take a few z’s… I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“I might go for a swim in the pool for a bit. It’s not that late anyways.” Rhea mumbled as she also looked at the time in her watch.

“Alright, if you guys change your minds, you know where to find us.” Shayna told them, her and Zoey bid the other two women farewell as they went to the bar while Raquel and Rhea went to the elevator.

“Told you this was a good idea.” Raquel said as she pressed the button of the elevator.

“Aside from Shayna and Zoey screaming and singing in the car like a pair of hyenas? Yeah, it was.”

“Oh please, you were literally headbanging whenever your favorite songs played the entire time.” Raquel snorted.

“We should do it more often- but only after I retain my title against Zoey.”

“Oh, you’re THAT confident, I see you.”

Both laughed as they went inside the elevator. As they did, Rhea felt her phone vibrate in her pocket as she blinked and retrieved it.

She had three texts. One from Dom, one from Roman.

And unexpectedly, a third one from Liv.

Her smile dropped as she sighed deeply while Raquel noticed. “You’re making a face, something’s wrong. Let me guess, Roman texted?”

“Close.”

“Roman and Dom?”

“Closer. One more.”

“… no way.”

“Yep.”

“What the hell does Liv want—?”

“I don’t know, and frankly, I do not care right now.” Rhea immediately said as she kept her phone inside her pocket once again before the elevator stopped as they both got out.

“Do you want me to talk to her? Because I can gladly deal with her again if I have to.” Raquel asked as they both went to Rhea’s room while Rhea went to unlock her door.

“No. No, I’ll be alright.” She reassured her as she exhaled. “I’ll deal with her on Monday.”

“Deal with her? Rhea what do you—“

“I spoke with Adam and apparently, Liv wants to settle this score with a non-title match. And because unfortunately I need to keep everything settled again, I had no choice but to accept.”

“Rhea, fighting Liv isn’t going to solve anything.”

“Well, try telling her that. She was the one that asked for the match.”

“Look- let me talk to her first. Tomorrow.” Raquel insisted to her. “That way maybe you don’t have to deal with her the hard way on Monday. You have a lot on your plate right now, and I want to help. I really do.”

Rhea stared at her for a moment as she pondered, considering her idea before she leaned against the wall. “You know, if only the circumstances were different, I’d have you join the Judgment Day.”

Raquel chuckled at that before her expression immediately changed to a serious one. “Yeah no— thanks, but no thanks.”

“That’s what they all say at first until they give in. I’m just saying.” Rhea said as she smirked while she opened her door. “Think about it.”

“Still a no- but hey, I’m open to hang out with you guys though. Except Dom, you know damn well that we will argue like little kids.”

“Hey, I can’t guarantee that he won’t be around. Even if we’re broken up, he still hangs out with Priest and Finn and only talks to me when needed, so.” Rhea said as she crossed her arms while Raquel scoffed and slowly walked away.

“Same thing with Reigns then?”

“Sadly, too. Although it’s a bit different, now that you mention it…”

“Oh come on, why do you always pick pussies?”

“Well, they are what they eat.”

“Chingona—“ Raquel almost howled laughing while Rhea also couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, watching as her best friend walked to her room. “Alright, I’m hitting the hay. See you in the morning! Take care!”

“No promises!” Rhea replied back.

“You will promise!”

“No I won’t!”

With that, Rhea went into her room as she closed the door behind her. She placed her things on the table lamp beside her bed before she removed her shoes and plumped herself down on the bed as she looked up at the ceiling. She rested there only for a bit, considering whether she should head down to take a quick dive on the pool and then come back and sleep or just finish off her day for now. She looked at the time on her watch before she made her choice and went to the bathroom. She would rather go in the morning after she did her daily workout in the gym.

After a quick shower, she went to grab her suitcase as she had the towel wrapped around her body, looking for a set of comfortable clothes to sleep with. She managed to dig for a pair of panties, followed by a pair of black shorts. She then went to look for a shirt when she noticed one in particular inside her suitcase as she blinked and— wait, this one looked a bit bigger on her than usual...

Blinking, she took a closer look at it when realization dawned on her.

Roman’s shirt.

“Fuck.” She mumbled as she snatched a bathrobe from the bathroom and placed it around her immediately while also putting on her panties and shorts underneath. No, she can’t have his shirt here with her. She had to give it back to him. She was trying her best to give herself some space from him and everything else going on- what if he also went to try and look for it when he realizes that he doesn’t have that shirt with him?

She held the shirt in her hands, debating whether she should go and find him to give it back when she heard a knock on her door which startled her. “Fuck—“

“Ripley, it’s me.” She suddenly heard Roman’s voice from outside. At that, Rhea paused as she looked at the door, then at the shirt in her hands. “Look… I just want to talk.”

She remained silent, hoping that he would assume that she wasn’t there in the first place. However at the same time, she just wanted to open the door to him and tell him.

But tell him what, exactly?

“Rhea, I know you’re there. I just heard you curse earlier. Look, if you don’t want to talk the —“

“Wait, hold on.” She immediately called out as she replaced the bathrobe with another shirt of hers from her suitcase. She then looked down at his shirt before she took a deep breath as she once again took it and went to open the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Are you doing alright?”

“… I’ve been worse.” She only mumbled before she looked down at his shirt and gave it to him. “I uh, I packed it by accident… I figured I should’ve returned it to you.”

“No. No, it’s fine. I… I didn’t come here for that, anyways,” He said to her. Rhea went silent at that as she looked down moment before she looked up. “I wanted to check on you.”

“Look… I’m sorry, it’s just…” She mumbled, trying to find the right words to say. “I’m just trying to keep it together at this point.”

“I know. I get it. It’s been rough, but look, I’m here if you need anything and—”

“No, Reigns, it’s…” Rhea trailed off as she sighed deeply. For some unknown reason, she felt a knot form on her throat as she tried to compose herself as she spoke. “…I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound like a dick, but…I need some space. I need some time. Alone.”

“...Well, if that's what you want- if that’s what you need, then that’s what i’ll give you.” He softly cupped her face before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if saying goodbye. He then gave her one last look before walking away, right when tears began to fall down her cheeks.

“Fuck.” She cursed underneath her breath as she went back inside her room and locked the door behind her. She allowed her tears to fall from her eyes as she rested her back against the door. She then looked down at her hand and realized that she still had his shirt.

He never took it back.

Without a word, she simply went to turn off the lamp in her room before she laid down in bed, holding the piece of cloth close to her and even hugging it for dear life as she laid on her side. Had she made the right choice?

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[zombholic]

since your requests are open i was thinking about something on rhea ripley she’s so beautiful, my heart…

maybe some hurt/comfort where reader kinda feel sad, i had my dose of crying today sooo…… you can chose the plot, some fluff too🖤

thank you byeee 🖤🖤

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

you were a girl with sensitive feelings, everyone who knew you knew that, especially your girlfriend, demi. you were currently sitting on your couch in your guys shared condo, you were watching the tag team match you know, liv and rhea, you weren’t stupid, you knew that everything in the wwe world was just fiction and a big made up story but you couldn’t help it, you were jealous and insecure. you hated seeing how close and touchy they were, it was like tiny needles getting stabbed into your chest and lungs whenever you would see them.

demi was on her way back home, always sending you messages of when she arrived to work and left work. you went to wash your face in the bathroom, seeing as all your mascara was running down your face and brutally stinging your eyes, you cried, you cried because you overthinked so much it was unbearable “baby, i’m hoommee” the door shut and your girlfriend called out in a sing song voice “shit” you muttered to yourself, wiping your face dry you left the bathroom and into the living room.

“hey, you hungry?” you saw her leaning down, head in the fridge “hi my love, i kinda wanna order something, anything you want?” she smiled when she saw you, kissing your lips so sweetly “yeah sure um nothing in particular, you pick” you started to chew the skin off the inside of your cheek, a habit that was caused from anxiety “baby, why’s your face so puffy” she cupped your smaller face into her hands, rubbing your cheeks “allergies, it’s nothing really” you gave her a small reassuring smile.

demi finally ordered some food and you guys basically ate in silence, she would try to start up a conversation but you weren’t feeling it. getting ready for bed you sat down on your side waiting for demi to turn the lights off “i know you’re lying” she sat down next to you “tell me what’s wrong, you’re acting all gloomy” she placed a kiss on your cheek “i feel like you’ll get mad at me” you said barely audible “i will never get mad at you for expressing your feeling sweet girl” she grabbed your waist and sat you on her lap, straddling her “now tell me” she cupped your face “i feel like- i feel like you’re more into liv” you sighed, avoiding any form of eye contact, you felt your heart pounding and your stomach churning from anxiety.

“god no, y/n/n, do you not see how fucking crazy i am for you” she wrapped her hands around your waist pulling you closer “i could never look at another woman like that, you are literally the love of my life and i cannot imagine myself with you” you could hear the sincerity in her words “i literally threw a bitch fit because i hated how touchy our characters were but you know i can’t risk losing my job darling” your eyes trailed up her face to her eyes, her eyes so sweet and filled with love “i’m sorry demi, i love you so much” you placed a kiss on her lips, wrapping your hands around her neck “never be sorry, i love you like crazy” she hugged you back tightly.

A/U: IS THIS WHAT U WANTED? LIKE THIS KINDA SAD OR SOMETHING? DO YOU LIKE IT FLABFNAN

#rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #demi bennett x reader #demi bennett #wwe raw #lesbian #wlw #lgbtq #please send requests

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a becky x rhea x fem!reader smut? Just like straight filth- Thank you 😊!

Rough

Becky Lynch x Reader x Rhea Ripley 18+

Warning - Becky’s immaculate strap game/degrading (?)/overstimulation and so on y’all know the drill

You don’t even know how it happened, but you weren’t complaining.

“She likes it when you’re a bit rough with her”

Your back was already arched at an angle it usually wouldn’t be, legs spread as Becky’s hands kept them open to her disposal. Rhea just watched from the edge of the bed, eyes scanning your body as Becky had her way with you.

Becky gripped your neck roughly, pushing her thumb into your clit for what felt like the hundredth time today. Your back arched again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as pleasure rippled through you.

“Like this?”

Your girlfriend laughed, watching as you fell apart for the ginger above you. “Yeah, like that.”

Only now did Rhea move, crawling next to you until she lifted your body enough to sit behind you. Her legs either side of you, letting your back rest against her front. Her strong grip took hold on your waist, making sure you stopped wriggling so much as Becky started relentlessly fucking you.

Tears ran down your temples, ones that Rhea was quick to kiss away. Her hand slowly moved upwards, one grabbing your neck while the other teased your nipple.

Becky on the other hand completely stopped her movement, making you whine at the ruined orgasm. You breathed heavily against Rhea’s neck, not paying attention to what was happened. You heard the occasional ruffle when Becky moved but other than that all you could focus on was the aching feeling between your legs.

With Becky moved, you tried to close your legs, attempting to release at least some tension from your pussy. Rhea had other plans though, her hands coming to spread your legs again, an unexpected slap to your clit had you crying out.

And she didn’t stop at one. Once she saw how you reacted she did it again, and again, and again.

“Ok, ok, ok.” You cried, the urge to close your legs becoming even stronger. “I’m s- sorry.”

“Keep ‘em open, slut.” She whispered as Becky returned, kneeling in front of you between your legs with a strap attached to her hips. “You’re going to be a good girl, right?”

You nodded your head, pussy clenching at the thought of Becky absolutely destroying you with your girlfriend right there. You looked at the gingers grin, watching as she alined her strap to your entrance before pushing the tip of the strap in.

You quietly moaned into Rhea’s neck, nails digging into the flesh of her thigh. You expected the next thrust to be a little bit more powerful than the next one, but instead Becky pushed her hips into you at full force.

“Wait-” you begged as she thrusted in and out at a u forgiving pace. “Please- Please. Slower-”

Rhea smiled against your neck rough bites being delivered once in a while, her own nails scratching your sides gently to add to the feeling. Your breathing was so out of control you felt dizzy, the pleasure getting too much as you felt the coil in your lower stomach tangle more.

“Oh, God. I’m so close.” You moaned, the edge felt so close you could see white pots in your vision. You felt Rhea’s hand grab your jaw, making you face Becky who was still staring as she fucked you.

“Open your eyes.” She demanded, and you had no intention of being a brat right now. You did as she said, your mouth agape as you made eye contact with Becky. “You gonna cum?”

You shook your head quickly, so desperately in need of release that you could feel the coil snap. Your threw your head back, eyes blind with tears that were gathering on your eyelid. Your body was shaking violently, coming slowly off your high as they both soothed your skin.

“Attagirl.”

You whined when Becky pulled out, feeling her hands caress your thighs free from the knots she created in your muscles. To say you were tired would be an understatement, and both of the women in the room knew that.

“And here I thought you could take two rounds.” Rhea laughed into your ear, only making you whine tiredly.

THE END

#wwe x reader #rhea ripley #liv x rhea #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #demi bennett #demi bennett x reader #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley smut #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky x reader #becky lynch #becky lynch x Rhea Ripley #becky lynch smut #becky lynch fluff #becky lynch angst

[rrover]

btw ripley your theme is gorgeous idk if i've said that yet. smiles

SMILES SO BIG thank u sera ily

#I LOVE UR NEW THEME TOO did u know that... Eats your header image yum poprocks flavor #sera tag

[potatoesandsunshine]

fic asks!! 2, 3, 9, and 15, along with a free bingo space to share any other things about your current fic that you'd like the opportunity to ramble on <3

2. What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?

i did this one in a different ask but we have established that i Love Attention so i’ll offer another one. delilah pining after/obsessing over ripley during the whitestone years. it was compelling 2 me and it holds up.

3. What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

i’ve got. somany. i saw the charlie’s angels reboot alone in a theater at 11am and came out of it wanting to write about spies in love so i have notes that i no longer remember the context for but i’m still kinda Into. i have a whole zevran thing for my newest dragon age: origins playthrough. Wrex & Shepard quiet moment during the reaper war in me3. there are genuinely Too Many Critrole ideas to get into but just really quick: caleb/artagan jealousy-and-curiosity-motivated hookup during travelercon (i love when characters make the wrong choices). fjord/jester/caleb where fjord dies and caleb can see his ghost for blood pact reasons so he and jester decide to do some necromancy about it (i love when characters do necromancy). different-subclasses chroma conclave timeline au with pike and scanlan (i love making overcomplicated aus). grogleth follow-up to a fic i wrote in 2020 (this one isnt just a vague mention in an author’s note anymore i have a 4k outline for it now). there’s so many of these.

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

ooooough i am um. indecisive. here’s four.

the onion spell conversation in soup on the stove:

“An onion spell,” Jester snickers, crunching her spoon through the cheesy toast that tops her bowl. “We can send it back to the rest of them, maybe they’ll leave you alone.” // “Oh, Martinet, I know you wanted me dead,” Essek offers, waving his own spoon in a very convincing surrender, “but have you considered my new spell for chopping onions? Think of what the world would lose if I were gone.”

sylvester cross at the bottom of a well in grow the roses of success:

He has performed this part in palaces and slums, on trains and in factories. Sometimes it leads to adulation. Sometimes it leads to cold stone under his back, lying in absolute darkness. // The oubliette is cold. He shivers with it, and smiles.

the artifice/artificial moment in stale taste for finer things:

She’s seen the woman out of armor before; she’s peeled back the chestpiece herself to get at wounds that defy the usual stimpak to the arm trick. This is different. She tries to put it in some kind of context, Tandi's portrait on NCR bills or some senator's wife or even Alice McLafferty in her pressed fucking suit on a hundred degree day, but she can't think her way around the tableau. The Courier is out of step with the whole damn world.

the two best lines from when you’re in trouble:

He swings like a pendulum over his doom, the grip of his sword growing slick with sweat. // Bertrand Bell is a scale that defies balance.

15: Are there words, phrases, mannerisms or scenes you tend to use a lot? 

i really really try not to repeat metaphors but i’m sure there are some that are in 90% of my fics, i just don’t notice them because i’m the one doing it lol. i definitely have a soft spot for characters overthinking things and i love a moment where you establish that the pov character is also the narrator (if that makes sense?), like with an in-character insult as part of a description. one other thing about me is i hate writing transition segments. you’re gonna get three dashes in a row and the next scene is gonna start, we’re not gonna talk about going to the door and leaving the room unless it’s Important to the Story.

this answer really got away from me but thank u so so much for the ask, as you can see i can talk about my fic. for forever.

#just relearned the lesson of typing answers to these in a google doc bc i lost :) the first version of this answer :) #i didn't get into my current fic bc i felt like i said way too much already but just know that i think cassandra de rolo. #should be a werewolf. with every fiber of my being. and i also think that it's way harder to write a long fic than it should be :( #anna's fic notes #answering asks #ask game #now THIS is a long post i'll even tag it. #long post

[lollypopsx]

Louis Tomlinson Imagine: Honeymoon Lovers *Requested*

@lovey-harry​ maybe a oneshot where it's louis and y/n's honeymoon/ the night after being married? :) it's totally okay if u don't, I've just been obsessed with weddings lately

AN: My first one which isn’t Harry, enjoy my darling! I do have a tag list, but I haven’t included it in this as it contains smut, and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable for being tagged in it! x

Not yet proofread! 

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Warning: Includes smut and swearing

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You had officially been married to the love of your life for just over 24 hours. Every second of the day was perfect. It was a warm September wedding, in the grounds of Ripley Castle in Yorkshire.

Louis reminded you every day for eleven years that you were a princess, and for a day, you really felt it.

You had spent the day after your wedding opening wedding gifts with your husband, and being surrounded with your friends and family. It wasn't often everyone had a chance to be together. It's not always easy to catch up with everyone on your wedding day, so to have the day to spend with them, pack all the wedding bits left over and relax after what was an incredibly overwhelming last couple of weeks...you were so blessed.

It was the following afternoon you arrived at your secret honeymoon destination. Three weeks of pure sun, sand and sex with your beautiful husband in a beautiful county. Italy.

The brightest of white villas you had ever laid eyes on, a shocking contrast against the bright blue sky, getting itself ready for the evening sunset.  

“Lou...this is...” Your jaw dropped to the floor, as you stand like a deer in headlights. 

“You haven’t seen the rest yet baby” He grins, taking your hand tightly as the driver helped to bring all the bags in.

As you walked inside, you suddenly felt ten times smaller. You’d never seen a place so wide and open. Two large grey sofas sat with a view of the beautiful ocean, as well as having a relaxing infinity pool on the other side of the doors.

To the left of the sofa’s there was a large kitchen area, a small downstairs bathroom and a utility cupboard. To the right, was a large white staircase, leading to 4 upstairs bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. The Master bedroom had one wall full of floor to ceiling windows, complete with French doors leading out to a balcony and...is that a hot tub?

There was a four-poster California King Bed, overlooking more of the sea, the room a pristine white complete with light grey cushions, a throw and a large armchair in the corner.

“This is so tidy!” You giggle softly, as you felt Louis strong arms engulf you from behind. “Mmmm...” He grins. “I don’t think this will stay tidy for very long” He teases, his hands shifting your hair to the side, pressing soft wet kisses from your shoulder, up your neck and underneath your ear.

Your cheeks turn red as his hands rub your hips gently, pushing your bum back into him slightly. “Thank you Lou...this place is so beautiful. I love you so much” You whisper, turning around to meet his gaze, snaking your arms around his neck tightly.

“I love you...Mrs Tomlinson” He whispers against your lips before lifting you up to his waist, your legs wrapping tight around him as he lays you into the white sheets.

“Mmmm look at you, my beautiful wife” He grins, his eyes gleaming as he holds your left hand, kissing your wedding ring over and over again before pressing more kisses up your arm, around your neck and down your chest onto your stomach while he stands at the foot of the best.

You squeal softly, gentle giggles escaping your lips “Lou stop teasing...” You smile widely.

“Just giving you the love you deserve” He whispers against your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, sending shivers down your spine and feeling a warm fire in the pit of your stomach.

You let out a gentle moan and lean back into the mattress, feeling Louis hands slip under your shirt. You take a deep breath and sit up gently “Wait...” You whisper, pushing his hands away.

“Baby, are you alright?” He gives you a worried look as you give him a wide smile.

“Go out the room for a second...I won’t be a minute” You whisper, giving him a sly smile. He raises a curious eyebrow and holds his hands up “Alright, I’ll be on the balcony” He smiles, kissing you one last time before heading outside.

You quickly rush into your suitcase and drag it out of sight into the bathroom. You rummage around in a hurry, pulling out a lace white lingerie set, you had planned to wear this for Louis on the night of your wedding, but by the time Louis got your dress off, you were both way too eager to wait.

You strip your comfy clothes off and pull on your lace. Quickly, you spray yourself with your wedding perfume, and pull your hair up into a slick, high pony tail.

You smile as you poke your head round the door, seeing Louis on the balcony still, watching the sea, with his back to you. You quietly crawl onto the bed and sit up, leaning on your hands. 

“Come on then Mr Tomlinson. What are you waiting for?” You call out to him with a wide grin. He turns around, wandering back in and his eyes widen, his gaze glued to your beautiful body. 

“Fuck...my wife is gorgeous” He growls playfully, pulling his shirt off as he strolls over to you. “Let me take care of my wife now” He grins, his hands roaming the sheer lace, his lips pressing on your belly button, leaving sloppy kisses down towards your crotch. 

His finger gently swiping over the thin material of your underwear. “Look at that...only just put it on and you’re wet already” He mumbles against your skin.

Leaning up, he presses his lips against yours passionately, his tongue swiping your bottom lip as his hips teasingly rock against yours, feeling his bulge press against your warmth.

“Fuck...Lou...please” You whimper softly, your teeth gently nipping on his bottom left.

“Shhh, I got you” He smirks, his finger hooking on your underwear before tugging it down slightly, his lips pressing up and down your thighs, sucking gently on your sensitive skin, worshiping every inch of you.

“Lou...please baby” You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as his kisses continue up against your slit, his tongue ever so slightly swiping your wet lips. You felt your spine shiver and gasp softly as his finger gently pushes into you.

“Look at my girl...so wet” He moans softly, before his lips re-attach to your sensitive clit, his moans sending vibrations through your veins. 

“Baby...shit that’s so good” You whimper, your hands raking through his hair and tugging them closer into your thighs.

He adds another finger into you, pumping in and out, picking the pace up as his tongue presses against you, flicking on your clit as your whines fill the room.

“So sweet baby...being such a good girl” He moans softly as he felt your walls begin to tighten around his fingers. “Cum over my fingers Mrs Tomlinson” He groans, curling his fingers up into your g-spot as you felt the fire deep in your stomach begin to ache

“Baby...please I-I’m so close” You whine, your back arching as your hands grip the sheets.

“Come on baby...that’s it. Let go” He moans, as you release over his hand.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, hovering above you and looking deep into your eyes, taking one of his fingers into his mouth, sucking off your juices slowly then he holds his second finger in front of your lips.

Without hesitation, you slowly sucked of his finger, keeping the eye contact strong. Knowing it was his weakness.

You flip your legs under his and roll the two of you over, tugging at the waistband of his joggers, your hand slowly rubbing against his hard cock through the material of his tight boxers.

“Who made you this hard Lou? Hm? Was it your wife?” You couldn’t help but to tease. A smirk tugging on his lips. “Always...my wife” He moans softly. As you pull his tight boxes down, a groan escaping his lips as he didn’t feel restricted anymore. 

Your hand grips onto him as you stroke his shaft teasingly, his tip glistening with pre-cum as you lean down and swipe your tongue along him, wiping the pre-cum away.

“B-baby...” he whispers, his hands going to grip your hair. You simply gaze down at him and shake your head. 

“P-please...” He begs.

“Oh look at that...Louis Tomlinson begs for his wife” You smirk, taking his wrists and pinning them above his head, teasingly grinding your hips against his, the juices from your pussy adding extra lubrication on his cock. Yu press teasing kissed along his neck. You wasn’t one to usually take control in the bedroom...but you were a new woman now!

“You want me that bad huh Lou?” You lean into his ear. He gulped heavily and whimpered at your teasing grinds.

“Please...Baby please...need you so bad” he groans, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You press his head against your clit with a moan, before you slowly sink yourself onto his cock. You lips attaching passionately to Louis’ lips, like you two were starving at was your first meal.

“Fuck!” You gasp and groan, your thighs tight to his sides as you straddle him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his arms snake your waist, grinding his hips up into yours.

With your lips against his neck, your moans were louder and driving him wild. “Baby, that feels so good...filling your wife up well” You moan, pushing yourself further onto his cock.

“Fuck...keep grinding baby, keep going” He growls against your skin, his head rolling back. His hands firm on your waist as he lifts his knees up, allowing him to thrust faster into you.

You let out a whimper as you sit up, your hands on his chest as you feel a firm sting to your bum cheek, a gasp leaving your lips as you let out another loud moan.

“Fuck, baby do that again” You whimper.

“Looks who’s begging now Mrs Tomlinson” He smirks, growling as he leaves a red handprint on your sensitive skin.

“Fuck...fuck baby I’m gonna cum...please cum with me” He groans and squeezes your skin tightly.

There was no way you was going to let him take to final grasp of control.

You begin to slow down your thrusts smirking, “You won’t cum until I tell you...” You moan softly, causing him to let out another whimper. “Not until after I’ve cum anyway”

“Shit...please...baby fuck!” He growls and arches his back, you could tell he was keeping his orgasm at bay.

You pull on one of his hands and bring his thumb onto your clit as you ride him deeply. “Rub my clit baby...mmm just like that” You gasp, throwing your head back as you pick up speed again.

“Fuck...you love when I do this huh?” He moans, his thumb grazing you, teasing at your clit as he begins to feel you clenching around him. “Cum for my baby...cum all over my cock so I can fill you up” He moans, thrusting his hips up into you again.

“Shit...I’m cumming baby...s-so...close” You cry in pleasure as sparks flew up your stomach, your legs shaking and your stomach clenching.

“I-I can’t hold it any longer” He groans, “Please...please let me cum baby” He whimpers.

You push yourself back down onto his cock, your head buried in his neck as you grind your hips. “Cum for me baby...show your wife what you’ve got” You beg and groan, his head throwing back in relief as he finally releases his orgasm.

You slowly ride him out, keeping him inside you for a moment before pulling yourself off and collapsing beside him.

“I love you so much...”Y/N Tomlinson” He breaths out, panting heavily. His limbs felt weak, but he rolled himself over and kissed you passionately.

“I love you more Louis Tomlinson” You whisper, kissing him back and cuddling into him tightly.

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[crispychrissy]

Connected - Part 4

Summary: Dr. Austin's theory is put to the test, and she shows Tony, Bucky, and Steve the woman behind the mystery. Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2976 Warnings: Angst, medical stuff, stretching the medical science behind the super soldier serum, discussion of Bucky's previous trauma & a mention of the horrible things the Nazi's did A/N: I apologize for the late posting, I fell asleep so hard last night I didn't have a chance to queue this, and then I was out all day (good 14 hours out and about) so I am just now able to post the new chapter since I'm home now. As I mentioned in a prior post, I no longer have a forever taglist, but I will still tag series specific people if they request. You can also follow this story & others on my Ao3 as well. The series was beta’d by the lovely @idjitmonkey and I hope you enjoy! Please send me an ask if you would like to be tagged in the series. :)

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Bucky made a quick call to Shuri who, after a thorough interrogation as to why he was asking, assured him his arm would not be affected by the magnets of an MRI machine. So now, Bucky was laying down on his back inside the machine and staring at the small glass covered camera embedded in the inside curve of the plastic above him.

“Stop staring at the camera, Barnes, you’re giving off some crazy resting murder face right now,” Tony’s staticky voice came through the pair of disposable earbuds he was wearing to protect his hearing from the noise of the scan. “Might sell these scans to Ripley’s Believe It or Not. You actually do have something going on in that head of yours.”

“As much as I know you want to answer, Sergeant Barnes, please do not speak or move,” Dr. Austin’s voice came through after what sounded like a small scuffle for the microphone.

Bucky blinked several times in an unnatural yet controlled fashion, and when he heard Steve’s laughter coming through the earbuds, he had to fight the urge to smile, knowing Steve got the message he blinked out in Morse code.

F-U-C-K Y-O-U T-O-N-Y

The scan was over almost a half an hour later, and Bucky couldn’t hide his exhale of relief once the table began to slide out of the massive scanner. Confined spaces still made his skin crawl and flash back to the cryo tube he was kept in, but the MRI was surprisingly open in design and not like the ones he usually remembered seeing in hospitals. When he brought it up to Dr. Austin on their way back to her office, she smiled at him and explained most of the soldiers they treat have PTSD and claustrophobia, so an open MRI design was necessary for the comfort of the patients she treats.

It made sense, and when they entered her office and Bucky’s stomach growled for the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes, she tossed him the orange he’d been eyeing earlier before taking a seat at her desk and flipping open her laptop.

“Normally we have to wait for the images to be reviewed by a radiologist, but I’m well versed in how to read brain scans,” Dr. Austin explained, clicking a few times before leaning forward to study the screen. “Oh, wow.”

“What?” Bucky asked, using his teeth to bite a chunk of the orange’s peel off since his right hand didn't have nails long enough, and his left didn’t have nails at all. Once he could see the flesh of the orange underneath, he slid his flesh finger under the remaining peel and began to remove it in large pieces, trying to avoid getting sticky juice on his metal hand.

Dr. Austin spun her laptop around to show Bucky the image on her screen. It was a scan of his head, he could tell that, but the mess of swirling bright colors on the inside where his brain was made his eyes hurt. There were bright greens and blues swirled with more vibrant reds and pinks dancing around inside the image. “This is your brain.”

“Looks more like those posters… the ‘this is your brain on drugs’ pictures if they were made in the sixties, Doc,” Tony said. “I’m guessing it’s not supposed to look like that?”

“No. There’s so much brain activity that it’s likely what’s been burning through your energy and why you’ve been hungry all the time,” Dr. Austin explained. “Any type of brain activity, including emotions and problem solving, requires energy, whether it’s planning a complex strategy of attack for a mission or a simple math problem or crying at a sad part in a movie. Overworking the mind usually leads to tiredness, which leads to sleep, naturally refreshing those energy reserves. Most humans don’t expend enough energy, even when the brain is very active, to require major replenishment. Take Mr. Stark for example.”

Tony looked up and raised his eyebrows. “Me?”

“Yes, you’re a very intelligent man, and I’m guessing that when you’re elbow deep in your inventions or developing something, you don’t sleep and will go days without rest… so you find you get somewhat hungry at random times, right?” Dr. Austin asked.

“Well, yeah, I usually keep snacks around the lab that I nibble on so I don’t have to leave to make an actual meal. It ruins the momentum,” Tony said, confusion in his voice. “Pep’s found me passed out over the kitchen counter halfway through making a sandwich.

“Your body shut down and went to sleep before you were even able to replenish that energy via food since sleep is more efficient. So, that is a normal human mind.” Tony opened his mouth to protest, when Dr. Austin rolled her eyes and switched analogies. “Fine, that’s a standard engine, if you will, that can easily be refueled by a small energy source for a limited amount of time before it needs to be shut down and rebooted,” Dr. Austin said, slowly twirling her right pointer finger in a circle.

“Alright, I’m following you so far.” Tony’s head was slightly moving along with the circular rotation of her finger.

“Now, in the case of our super soldiers here, imagine that engine, but amplified almost five hundred percent,” Dr. Austin began to rotate her finger faster and faster until it was a blur of movement. “The need for sleep is suppressed by the serum, since alertness is crucial in combat, so that reboot requirement is easier to put off. In order to keep this kind of engine going at the same speed and level of activity for prolonged periods, it would burn through a small snack, or a small source of energy, too quickly and would signal the driver of the car, if you will, that it needed more.”

“So you’re saying that something is making Bucky’s brain so active, and he’s burning through so much energy, that it’s manifesting as hunger to make sure he keeps up with what’s being expended?” Steve asked, his mouth slightly open in shock. “I mean, I always remember being hungry after mission strategy and planning meetings, but I just assumed it was because I was bored or had skipped a meal.”

Dr. Austin shook her head. “Nope. You were using your brain in overdrive, doing quick calculations and mission scenarios in your head to find the best possible plan of action, much faster than any normal human brain would be able to calculate. It makes you an excellent strategist, but that kind of brain power burns a lot of energy.”

Bucky snorted in disbelief and leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “It makes sense. I was a good sniper when I was first in the Army during the war, but after Zola… after he injected me with that bastardized version of the serum… I could calculate trajectory angles and wind velocities and distances in my head in seconds, didn’t have to write them out to do the calculations. Didn’t even need a spotter anymore.”

Dr. Austin nodded. “Exactly. The serum allowed you extra mental acuity at the expense of more energy consumption.”

“But that doesn’t explain why Bucky’s brain is lit up like a psychedelic Christmas tree,” Tony said, gesturing to the laptop image. “Barnes obviously isn’t doing any kind of advanced calculus in his head right now.” Tony looked at Bucky. “You’re not right?” Bucky shook his head and Tony continued, “so why is his brain so active?”

“And that leads me to my theory about Y/N,” Dr. Austin said, standing up from her chair. “Follow me, gentlemen. And Sergeant Barnes,” he looked over and raised a brow as he trailed after her into the hallway, “please let me know if you feel any increased feelings of hunger or exhaustion. The effects might come on quickly, so please let me know if, or when, you feel anything.”

Bucky nodded, and looked over to where Steve was walking to his right. Thanks to their childhood friendship, Steve could always see anxiety and nervousness in Bucky even when he tried to hide it, like when he saw Bucky off the morning he shipped off to Europe. Bucky kept his face stoic, but when Steve hugged him goodbye, Bucky was practically trembling under the Army-hardened mask he had worn then.

Steve reached over and clasped a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder, giving him a squeeze of reassurance.

The doctor led them down several hallways, until they reached another wing of the military hospital which held secure patient rooms that could be locked down if necessary, whether due to outbursts of violence due to psychological issues from recovering soldiers or to hold prisoners who had been injured and needed medical intervention. Dr. Austin stopped in front of a room at the end of the hallway and gestured to the one-way mirror in front of her.

“Gentlemen, meet Y/N Y/L/N.”

The three men stepped closer and looked into the room, all eyes frozen on the figure sitting upright in the hospital bed. Y/N had shoved herself in the farthest possible corner of the bed, her knees tucked under her chin and arms wrapped around her legs. The photo in her file, and even the video of her they’d seen looked nothing like the woman before them. She looked almost emaciated, her skin a sickly pale that was almost translucent, and her stringy grease matted hair twitched slightly as her body trembled.

“Jesus,” Steve breathed. “She… she looks like those prisoners… the ones—”

Bucky swallowed and nodded. “From Natzweiler, yeah, I remember.” Bucky took a deep breath, fighting against the telltale tingle in his mind of a long since forgotten memory beginning to rise up like a wave. “Doc… is she eating?”

“She was when she first got here, but only if the food was left for her after she passed out from exhaustion,” Dr. Austin explained. “Now, ever since things have escalated, she rips out her IV’s, pulls out NG tubes, and refuses any food we bring her. I’m not going to sedate her just because it’ll make it easier to feed her, we haven’t reached that level of intervention yet, but we’re getting close. She told one of our staff yesterday, in Russian, that she was not going to eat any of our poisoned food, that she wasn’t some kind of lab experiment and that we were animals for not just shooting her in the head to get it over with.”

All of the air in Bucky’s lungs came out in one hard breath like he’d been punched in the chest, and he had to brace himself against the windowsill to keep his knees from buckling. “Fuck.”

“Bucky?” Steve gasped at Bucky’s sudden weakness, grabbing onto his friend’s arm and placing a gentle hand on his back. ”What? Are you feeling the stuff Dr. Austin mentioned?”

Bucky grit his teeth and closed his eyes at the onslaught of memory fragments bombarding him. “No, I’m… I don’t know, maybe? I just… she’s…” Bucky’s thoughts were so jumbled he could barely form a coherent sentence, even in his head. He made a choked off noise that sounded more like a sob before he lifted his head to look at Y/N. “She’s reliving my captivity with Hydra. This… this was after I was transferred from the facility the Russians held me in after they found me to the one where Zola did his experiments. They were, umm, they were testing the limits of the serum, trying to figure out what I could survive.”

Steve’s face dropped and he took a sharp breath in. Bucky’s captivity and torture was not something he talked about often outside his therapy sessions. Steve only knew a handful of stories, ones that had come directly from Bucky’s mouth, and even then they were very hard stories for him to tell—lots of starting and stopping, frequent breaks, and plenty of tears. But here, with two extra people with him, and one being a stranger?

“Buck, you don’t have to talk about it,” Steve whispered.

“No, I need… she said exactly what I said to the guards who brought me food one day.” Bucky swallowed hard, flexing his fingers against the painted metal of the windowsill, the cold against his flesh hand grounding him. “They were testing different poisons and how the serum would fight it off… arsenic, ricin, even different kinds of snake and spider venom. I had seizures, strokes, and my heart stopped so many times I lost count.”

“Fucking hell,” Tony murmured, leaning against the wall behind them, his face a few shades paler than it was ten minutes ago. “Y/N is reliving your memories, reliving your life.”

“We need to find a way to pull her out of this,” Bucky said, straightening up with determination even though his bones felt like liquid and his mind was full of numbing static. If Y/N was reliving his life, even if it didn’t seem like the moments were in order, he knew it was only a matter of time until she would experience how the Winter Soldier was born, how he was forged, and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

Dr. Austin nodded and looked back at her patient through the glass. “If my theory is correct, which I believe it is based on your shared memories and brain scans, Y/N’s mind has somehow melded with yours. And your memories, powered by your mind’s energy, have somehow taken over hers, suppressing her personality completely. I don’t know if it was some kind of dormant mutant ability that was activated by the trauma of her captivity and torture, or something else… but there is obviously some kind of link between the two of you that we don’t have the technology to test for and verify. You’re essentially feeding her your memories, which is why your brain is lit up like that and why you’re expending so much energy.”

“It’s like she’s stuck inside one of Stark’s virtual reality headsets and can’t take it off, experiencing everything I went through while my brain keeps playing her different…” Bucky trailed off and his eyes widened before his head snapped to look at Y/N through the glass.

In a flash of movement, Bucky grabbed Dr. Austin’s ID badge from where it was clipped onto her white coat and darted for the door to Y/N’s room, scanning the badge so the door opened with a green light and soft click. Bucky, ignoring the shouts of his name and hands trying to grab at him to pull him back, opened the door and shut it firmly behind him, engaging the door’s auto-lock safety feature that he knows secure wings of hospitals have. The group outside would need to find another ID badge to get in, which would buy him some time.

Y/N’s wide and terrified eyes settled on him, and she tilted her head in an almost confused dog-like fashion, her eyes softening with an air of familiarity. Bucky could feel the hunger gnawing at his stomach turn into sharp cramps that almost made him double over, and there was a soft circle of darkness starting to creep in around his vision.

Bucky took three large steps forward, and even though she flinched away at his sudden movement, Y/N didn’t scramble away to try and avoid his hands as he lifted them. Her weary bloodshot eyes were full of unshed tears, and the closer Bucky’s hands got to her face, the more she began to tremble.

“You’re safe,” he whispered to her in Russian, before repeating the same sentiment in English.

The moment his fingers, both flesh and metal, touched the skin on either side of her face, it felt like he was on the wrong side of an attack from Thor’s hammer. Whatever weakness and hunger he’d been feeling was burned out of his body at the sheer shock cascading through his entire being. It didn’t hurt, but it was bordering on wildly uncomfortable, and Bucky was afraid he’d never be able to let go, his hands stuck to Y/N like a magnet.

There was something different passing between them, more than what touch alone could provide. Trying to understand everything that was happening was overwhelming, but when Bucky focused, he could almost feel Y/N inside his mind, like another whisper of a presence, a ghost in his consciousness. When he reached out in his head for her where he’d felt the ghost of her presence, he was assaulted with bursts of memories he knew were not his own, images of unfamiliar people, places, and things flashing in his mind like photographs. Bucky's curiosity was almost childlike, awestruck and trying to understand what his brain was comprehending, sorting through what Y/N was showing him.

The more information Bucky absorbed, the darker each memory became until it felt like he was wading through molasses, each image being harder and harder to move past. A hoarse whisper of “No” echoed in his mind, and Bucky couldn’t tell if it was his own voice or Y/N’s.

A solid arm wrapped around Bucky’s middle, one much more firm than human flesh would be, and pulled him backward until his hands dropped from Y/N’s face, breaking whatever connection had refused to release him when he’d touched her. Reality came rushing back, and the room and people around him flashed into existence, the change in environment and sound disorienting him and leaving him panting for breath, his knees wobbling.

“She…” Bucky looked over at Y/N, who was just as distressed, and watched her collapse onto the bed, unconscious, before his vision blacked out and darkness took him as well.

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[experimentalmadness]

A Bad Bet

Heyo, back with more Harvey/Jacky one-shots. Y’all have been so nice in sharing and liking these little stories. Thank you! :D If you’re looking for more content with this bonkers OC you can check out her tag here. 

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“What is it that you want to do, Jacky?”

She was busy cleaning off the espresso machine before getting started on wiping down the counter. Most of the lights were off except for the ones in the front. She could hear rain coming down from outside, one of those sudden summer downpours. The AC was on high in the bakery and it was a rare Gotham night that actually made her happy to live in this city.

“Break into this whiskey after I count out the till?” she smiled to herself, casting a glance at the one lone customer left in the shop.

Harvey Dent sat at a corner table, surrounded by papers, books, and a laptop. He’d been held up in that position since he’d come in from his office three hours ago. “That’s not what I meant,” he clarified, wagging a pen in her direction.

“You’re using me to procrastinate, Harv,” Jacky countered, ducking down to get at the cabinets below the register.

“C’mon, humor me.”

She grinned at the sound of his voice, even though she couldn’t see him. “I dunno,” she said as she cleaned. “Keeping this place together is about all I can handle.”

“You told me this was always your sister’s dream, and Miri’s clearly better at it.”

“Excuse me?” Jacky popped her head back up, glaring at the smug man across the way. “Who exactly has been making you coffee for the last few hours?”

Oh, the crimes she was capable of committing to get a smile out of that man. He’d been so stressed recently with the DA elections, the move to get Maroni behind bars, the only time she saw him now was when he was using her shop as a work space after hours. And then only because Gilda was already drowning in his paperwork that he left around their apartment, and he knew full well Jacky would ply him with better coffee than whatever he was getting in his office.

“Okay, alright, I’ve thought about going back to school sometimes. Not sure for what, but...nah it’s stupid.” Jacky shook her head waving off Harvey’s renewed enthusiasm at her answer. “When would I have time to do that, anyway?”

It took most of her extra funds just to keep the place running, not to mention Miri’s medical expenses. Something told her Falcone wouldn’t be too keen on funding his hitwoman’s college funds. Even the idea seemed absurd.

“I don’t think it’s stupid at all,” Harvey’s voice cut through the despairing thoughts rattling around in Jacky’s head. “Take some courses at Gotham U at night if you have to.”

Sure, only doing prime working hours. Jacky rolled her eyes, grateful she had the distance of the counter as Harvey came over. He had that conspiratorial look in his eyes.

“No way,” she said, poking him in the chest “And stop procrastinating so I can close up.”

Harvey pulled out the silver dollar he kept in his pocket. She knew instantly what he was going to do. That little coin flip routine of his was so incredibly cheesy. And charming. He leaned over the counter. “Make a little bet with me, Jacky.”

“Seriously, Harvey, I’m happy with the way things are,” she lied through her teeth as those blue eyes trapped her in place.

“Heads you’ll at least put in an application. Tails, you win and you can stay working in your sister’s place and I’ll never bring this up again. Ready?”

“You’re not getting any more free drinks from me, Harv,” Jacky teased, watching him toss the coin up in the air.

Harvey didn’t even watch the coin, opting instead to give Jacky a wink as he caught it one-handed. He kept his hand closed tightly around the coin as another devious smile stole across his face. “What do you want it to be, Jacky?”

The bell over the door to the shop chimed and Jacky’s good mood vanished as Carmine Falcone flanked by two of his men stepped into the shop. She dropped the rag and immediately straightened up, leaning away from the counter where she had been inches from conspiring with the new would-be DA. “Mr. Falcone, I was just about to close up for the night.”

Taking his cues from Jacky, Harvey also stepped aside. She watched an unnerving illusion steal across Harvey’s face, wiping away any visible markers of her friend. Those bright blue eyes went ice cold. The smile vanished into a thin, hard line. He pocketed the coin, but his hands were still balled into fists.

Falcone did not seem phased in the least. He assessed the other customer in the shop with a cursory glance and a civil nod before reverting his attention back to Jacky. “You’re closed now. Tell your last customer to get out.”

“Of course. Mr. Dent, I apologize for the inconvenience, but if you would—?”  

“Like hell,” Harvey snarled.

Oh no, not here, not now. Tension gave Jacky a spine of iron as she stepped around the counter. “Let me just help you gather your things.” Her voice was impossibly even, calm, and devoid of all emotion.

Harvey looked as if he was about to haul off and clock Falcone across the face. Jacky saw every outcome in between those seconds of her moving towards the table. The two men with Falcone would pull out their concealed revolvers and shoot Harvey, multiple times, even though they were good enough to kill him with one bullet. Then she’d be told to clean up the blood, and at this distance she’d be coated in it herself. Or, Harvey would swing, and they’d only kneecap him and she’d watch as he’d be dragged into the car that was no doubt out front. Then she’d be getting in. They’d go to a warehouse on the docks, somewhere secure where Falcone would tell Jacky to kill him. To make an example of him. Jacky could not make her mind imagine the look on Harvey’s face.

Mechanically she swept up the papers, closed the laptop, took the books and shoved as much as she could into his briefcase, all the while watching as Falcone and Harvey stared one another down. “Mr. Dent, if you would?” her teeth were going to break if she had to keep talking to him like this. “I’d hate to damage something valuable,” she held out the case.

A small line of tension released as Harvey took a step towards her, breaking contact with Falcone. He took the briefcase, grabbing her wrist at the same time. “Please,” Jacky whispered as quietly as she could, keeping her face neutral, impassive. She did not know this man, he was just a customer, and if Falcone so much as saw her twitch in recognition they’d both be dead tonight. “Go.”

Harvey’s grip tightened on her arm, his head gave a small shake. “Jacky…”

“Thank you so much for coming,” she pulled out of his grasp and opened the door for him. Every second he hesitated she saw new ways he’d die tonight. He hadn’t even been elected DA yet and every crime family in Gotham knew Harvey Dent. Falcone had been ranting about him for weeks. Even if they both did everything right tonight Falcone could still decide the timing was too perfect. He was alone. And Jacky was right there, and she had her gun under the counter. All Falcone had to do was give the word.

But Harvey was going to walk out of here tonight and she was going to see him alive tomorrow if it was the only decent thing she ever did in her life.

He walked slowly, mechanically towards the door. Murderous intent radiating with every step away from Falcone. In his eyes, she saw the promise of violence and worry, raw and palpable for her. He didn’t know this was only a surprise business meeting. He’d think the worst. On any other night, if it were any other scenario this city had to offer, Jacky would let that tug on already vulnerable heartstrings. The second he was beyond the threshold she slammed the door shut, bolting it. He lingered at the window while Jacky frantically tried to tell him to leave with only her eyes.

“It’s late, Mr. Falcone,” she said, turning back to her boss with a friendly smile. “I can still get you something if you’d like.”

He never came to the shop after hours.

He or his boys would come by during the day and Miri, smart as whip, knew it was in her best interest to keep them happy. She never questioned why Falcone’s men frequented her little bakery. It was Gotham.

“Take a seat, Miss Ripley,” Falcone gestured to her own table as he pulled up a chair.

This wasn’t a business meeting.

Jacky sat down as the two other men took up space on either side of her. She recognized them both, but they wouldn’t make eye contact. Falcone rifled through a briefcase of his own before he pulled out yesterday’s paper and laid it flat on the table. And Jacky felt real fear lock her limbs into place.

The splashy page six spread had a picture in black and white of her and Harvey Dent dancing at Wayne Manor. Jacky had cut a clip of it and stashed it in a shoebox under her bed in her room. She liked the woman in that photo, happy, carefree. She liked how the photographer managed to get the shot where Harvey was laughing at a stupid joke she had told. She liked how Harvey had been right and that getting her name in the Gazette had been leading to a slight bump in customers. It almost looked like a little window into a world where a girl like her belonged with a man like Harvey Dent.

“You’re moving up in the world, Miss Ripley,” Falcone said, reminding her exactly why a girl like her could never belong to a man like Harvey. “You’ve gotten some friends in rather high places.”

“Mr. Falcone, I had to accept that invite...it was good for the shop—”

“What have you been telling that lawyer?”

“Nothing! Jesus, sir, I wouldn’t do that after all you’ve done for me and my family. Look, he comes into the shop. We’re near the courthouse, what can I do? I gotta make nice when I’m helping Miri out.” Somehow Jacky managed to keep her voice calm while her heart hammered through her ribs.

“You see why this makes me nervous?” Falcone sat back, eyeing her with a look of disappointment.

“I do, Mr. Falcone,” she nodded a little too vigorously.

“And then I come in and see him here,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Jacky, what are we going to do about this little problem?”

“Look, you want him gone, boss, I’ll tell him he can’t come back to the shop.”

“I suspect that’s not going to work the way you think, Miss Ripley. Your knight in shining armor is still watching us.”

Jacky forced herself to turn around slowly. Sure enough, there was Harvey, looming in the rain-soaked night under the street lamp. What was the idiot thinking? “You know what that tells me, Ripley? It tells me you and Mr. Dent have a rather cozy relationship. And that’s what troubles me.”

“Mr. Falcone, have I ever done you wrong?” She was betting on a lot here, punching way above her weight.

“No,” he replied, settling back against the chair, folding his hands on his lap.

“Ever had a job go bad? Ever compromised your family?” Jacky turned back to face him, locking eyes with him, feigning something that tasted like bravery. Falcone shook his head to each of her questions. “Then why would I do something so phenomenally stupid now? He’s a customer, Mr. Falcone, nothing more.”

“While we’re keeping score here, Ripley, do me the courtesy of not lying to me.”

“Sir, I’m—”

“He’s not just a customer.”

Jacky’s impassive eyes went wide ever so slightly. It was enough. “...no…” she whispered.

“You’ve been quite friendly for...two years by my count. Now, Mr. Dent wasn’t much of a problem until his recent forays onto the political stage. I could overlook your dealings with a prosecutor because, as you said, your loyalty and work have always been impeccable. You’re a smart girl, Ripley. You know what happens next.”

Jacky sagged in the chair. “Don’t...don’t take it out on the shop, Mr. Falcone. This is Miri’s place, not mine. She’s been nothing but good to you and she doesn’t know...she doesn’t know, Mr. Falcone. Now look, I’ll sit here and take it. I know it’s business. I’ll fix this after, you know I will.”

Falcone stood up from his chair, rapping his knuckles on the wooden tabletop. “You see that’s why I’ve always liked you, Ripley. You have a sense of honor, however small,” he put a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll leave the shop as is. Your sister’s a fine woman, none of us want to upset her, do we boys?”

The two men on either side of Jacky shook their heads. Falcone made his way to the door. “Your knight seems to have left you, Miss Ripley,” he remarked as he stared out onto the empty street. “If he comes back I’m afraid we’ll be revisiting upsetting that sister of yours. Good night, Jacqueline.”

***

It wasn’t as bad as she had thought.

The men had only broken one table.

And Jacky guessed they’d only broken two of her ribs. Fair deal.

She sat, slumped, against the wrecked table legs, blood dripping from a cut above her forehead. Her nose was broken. Again. She poked her tongue around her mouth. No missing teeth, at least. All things considered, she’d gotten off easy. She’d have a nasty black eye and a swollen jaw for a few days and the rest of Falcone’s crew would know exactly what happened to her next time they saw her. Lesson well learned.

She was just contemplating getting to her feet and cleaning the place up before Miri could come home when she heard a bang from the back door. It repeated in quick succession as Jacky hauled herself upright, on hand clutching her ribs as she hobbled to the counter for her revolver. This night just didn’t want to end. The banging turned frantic as the door suddenly crashed over, hanging off its hinges, leaning awkwardly against the baking trays stacked up on the sink.

Jacky already had the gun out. If it was Falcone’s men coming back for the actual jump, she’d fire first, beg forgiveness later. If Falcone wanted her dead he ought to have shot her while she was still sitting in the chair expecting a business deal.

She dropped the gun as Harvey Dent came careening into the shop.

He was soaking wet, panting, and looked about as unhinged as the door. Jacky had enough time to back up against the counter as Harvey lunged for her. “You have to get out,” she choked through gritted teeth.

Not even an hour ago she would have killed someone herself to get him to so much as accidentally brush a finger against her. Now he had a whole arm around her shoulders as he pushed her into a chair. “How in deep are you, Jacky?”

“Harvey, get out, go home, I’ve got this under control,” she waved his hand away as he reached out to assess her injuries.

Someone was probably still watching the shop. The lights were all one, the blinds open. Anyone could see right in.

“Falcone’s got most of the businesses in Gotham paying protection, you don’t think I know that? Why didn’t you tell me he’d gotten a hold of this place? Jacky, I can help—”

“Help me by going home and telling Gilda I have to cancel our plans tomorrow,” Jacky grunted. She wasn’t going to be making any outings anytime soon. And she still had to come up with a story before Miri got back from the movies with her friends.

Harvey fumbled for the cell in his pocket. “What are you doing?” Jacky groaned as he put in a call. “I’m not going to a hospital if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Hey Jim,” Harvey said, ignoring her, “Yeah I know it’s late, but I need a squad down on 9th and—”

Jacky surged out the chair, ribs screaming as she knocked the phone out of Harvey’s hands. “Falcone gets even a fucking whiff of cops around my place and you’ll have killed me sure as the gun he gets to off me.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Jacky,” Harvey retrieved the fallen phone, the call having already been ended, thank God. “I’m going to get them off these streets. Falcone, Maroni, I’m taking them all down.”

“Yeah, but not tonight,” Jacky sat back in the chair. She’d heard the speech before, but never with this much bite. She doubted this much anger would play well with voters.

“This is our city and we’re gonna show them exactly what happens when they go after what’s ours.”

Jacky didn’t think the knock she took to her head was that bad, but that did not sound like Harvey’s voice. It was a guttural growl, a nasty little threat that was league’s away from the man who had been teasing her about going back to college. He shook his head, a hand going up to his brow as if he was shocked by what he had admitted.

“Go home, Harvey.”

Those blue eyes were looking to trap her again, make her say things she barely cared to admit to herself. She’d never seen them look that helpless. Harvey had a plan for everything, had to help everyone, always ready with the magical solution making life seem easy. And in a perfect world if she was just a down on her luck working class gal who had made the wrong deal with the wrong guy she’d leap at the chance to have a man like him solve all her problems. But the solution here was that neat little jail cell she knew was coming. Selfishly, she just wanted a few more days where he looked at her like she was someone worth saving.

“I think you should come with me, we’ll call Miri, and you two can stay at Gilda’s and mine’s until—”

“You know what I think?” Her ribs hurt too much to start crying. “I think...maybe it’s better if you don’t come by the shop for a few days.”

“You can’t let that man dictate your life, Jacky,” Harvey took a step towards her as Jacky flinched back in the chair. If he touched her now she’d crack, fall apart like a house of cards and ruin everything.

“It’s not for my life that I’m asking.”

She let that hang between them as Harvey slowly nodded, turning to leave. “I’ll...I’ll, ah, get the door fixed for you.”

Jacky laughed so hard her chest heaved and tears fell down her cheeks. “Harvey?” His face was blurry in her washed out vision. “Just so you know...I really wanted it to be heads.”

#Harvey Dent #Two Face #Jacky Ripley #good old fashioned OC nonsense

[fxluna]

Korean Female Releases - January 2020

This list was created with the intention of exposing in a easy and neat way female releases from January 2020, including all genres and projects. I hope that here you can find talented artists and amazing songs and give them the love, attention and recognition they deserve.  

If you see any errors or releases missing, please let me know!

1st

YEOJEONG (여정) - Jackson, The Talkative Cat (수다쟁이 잭슨)

Lee Young Ji (이영지) - WALGA (왈가)

Fil (필), Kim Dae yeon (김대연) - 선물 

LUNCH (런치) - 나의 이름을 (Love Forever)

AIRY (애리) - 신세계 (New Universe)

2nd

knockinon (노킹온) feat. RIPLEY - Door (문)

msftz (미스피츠) - 2080

Brown Eyed Girls (브라운 아이드 걸스) - Snowman

이기리 - Make Me Sing

NARA - Dirty Street

일상밴드 (Band daily) - 사랑은 머그잔에 (A Mug in Love)

LUCY (루씨) feat. 오세진 - 너를, 봄 

3rd

Vanishing Point (소실점) - Fake (척)

Lubless (러블레스) - Bluebird (파랑새)

Lee Yong Shin (이용신) - Smile

Dopein (도핀) Feat. Horim - 나 원하는 대로 (How I want it)

Elli K (엘리케이) - Love

Park se ho (박세호) - Beside her (그대곁에서)

OHLYNN (올린) - 우리의 헤어짐이 (Lisianthus) 

Jisugongzu (유지수) - 호수

Newzz (뉴즈) - BLIND LOVE 

Linhee (린희) - 얼룩진 밤 (stained night)

Sumerlee (이연호) - 지나갈 것들 

Nooma Feat. Hippie Kunda - Pathos

4th

Joodan (주단) - 너만 자꾸 생각나

Youngji (영지) - 사랑이 날 떠나가 

FIXED FOCUS Feat. chohee (초희) - 그대는 모르죠 (You Don't Know) 

5th

siha (시하) - Inside the Room (방안)

LoveSong - Windletter (바람편지)

Prin (프린) - 안녕, 내 사랑 Hello, My Love 

Yerim Sohn (손예림) - PALE BLUE

Yerim Sohn (손예림) - PROBLEM

6th

YOUNHA (윤하) - Dark Cloud (먹구름)

Jeong Hyo Bean (정효빈) - sometimes (가끔은)

Peanut Butter (피넛버터) - 마음방 Dear daddy   

WooAhan (우아한) - 나만 너 (Only Me Only You)

프루츠 버니 (Feat. 윤혜린) - 감귤나무

kimneul (김늘) - 너에게 전하는 밤

Sýn Hjang (신향) - Shoulder Line (어깨선)

7th

KissN (키스엔) - Hope you

Naseul (나슬) - 나에게

Seol Dal Dal (서달달) - It just happened 어쩌다 보니

Hongsi (홍시) - TinT

LUNNE (루네) - 눈꽃

Kim sin ah (김신아) - 이별 그 후 (After Parting)  

SEOY - Lazy Sunday    

8th

DreamNote (드림노트) - WISH (바라다)

me and you (미앤유) With Jung Soan (정소안) - 사랑이 뭐였더라  What Is Love?

Elaine Kim (일레인) - Deep Breath

Joo Yeahin (주예인) - 네가 없는 하루

Lionclad (라이언클레드) - My Love 

Pyun Sun Hee (편선희) - 퇴근길 (Routine) 

Yunsae (윤새) - Stay with Me

신디 (Sindy) (Vocal. 비터스윗) - 다시 우린

안성옥 - 시작

강다나 - 안아줄게 

란 (Ran) - 너를 많이 좋아했어  

9th

pH-1 Feat. Yerin Baek (백예린) - Nerdy Love (Prod. Mokyo)

Jung So An (정소안) - 궁금해 I'm Curious 

그녀 (Vocal. 지하이) - 돌아간다면..  

Woo YeRin (우예린) - 전하지 못한 편지

멜로우카페 (Vocal 이예린) - 지나고 나면

Nathania Feat. Nason - Lost Treasure (Prod. By Coral J)

J.MEE (제이미) - 알아  

Hong Soo Jung (홍수정) feat. Ko eun hye (고은혜) - Love (사랑을)   

GRACY (그레씨) - 그냥지금만생각하고싶어  

 Amber Liu - Stay Calm   

10th

SUZANNE (수젠) - Can't Hang

ANS - Say My Name

HAERAN HONG (홍혜란) - 산촌

오아이 - No Thanks 

K. Flower (케이플라워) feat. Gawon (가원) - I Love You (널 사랑한 기억)   

Hailey Jeong (헤일리정) - promise you  

Subok - Can You Save Me?

Ruby Star (루비스타) - 결국은, 사랑 

11th

LYn (린) - Three Wishes 세 가지 소원

Love Statue (사랑의 단상) - 겨울꽃 (Winter Flower)  

PARANG JAMONG (파랑자몽) - 부탁이야 (Please) 

12DAL (열두달) - 사랑아 아픈 사랑아 (Sick Love)

Roomy (루미) - Because it's you 그대라서 

12th

2NB (투앤비) - How Can I Love You (왜 연락 안 되는 거니)

Banni (반니) - 나쁜놈 Bad Guy

Yerin Baek (백예린) - 다시 난, 여기 (Here I Am Again)

SUDI (With LAYN, iMos) - Cinema

SUDI (With Hauzee, Holmsted) - LP bar

 송민경 - 가르쳐줘요 

MISA (미사) - 밤드라이브 Night Drive

이예준 - 미친 소리

Stella Jang (스텔라 장) - Right Time and Right Place  

Daji (다지) - Before Sunrise (흩어지는 새벽)

   13th

MAYDONI (메이다니) - Black Snow

Hansol (한솔) - 그리워서 I Miss You

KLANG (클랑) - Horizon 

seoninjang (선인장) - 영원한 바다 (Eternal Sea)

MOONBOW - Your Last Day 

14th

meenoi (미노이) - 3M

MIGEUM (미금) - This Night

Gummy (거미) - Your Day (너의 하루는 좀 어때)  

 Sophiya (소피야 ) - Ripple

Im DAI (임다이) - RIPLEY  

OVCOCO (오브코코) feat. TAEK - 밤 (Night)

nov (노브) - 겨울꽃 (冬花)   

Jueun Lim (임주은) - 디저트송

MosPick Feat. WOOSEOK (우석) of PENTAGON (펜타곤) - FINE DAY

SOLAJ - 8AM (PROD. HYUNKI)

Seongju (한성주) feat. Boyoon (보윤) - 너를 보며    

15th

Baek Sunnyeo (백선녀) - 널 지켜주지 못해 미안해 Protect you 

볼빨간사춘기, 바닐라 어쿠스틱, 스웨덴세탁소, 스무살, 레터플로우, 김지수, WH3N(웬), 보라미유, 최유리 - Awkward(어색한 사이)

TAEYEON (태연) - 내게 들려주고 싶은 말 (Dear Me)

Sorae (소래) - 비 Rain (Vocal 기다온)

Sorae (소래) - 그대에게 To you

KIMHEEJIN (김희진) - 차마 I Can't Forget You

Anne (빨간머리앤) - 작가처럼  

크레파스 - 못난이

ALE (에일) With D2ear - 고마워 (I love you)

CARLA (칼라) - Dan Da La

Cafemocha (카페모카) feat. 모닝커피 - 좋은 날이 올 거에요  

양팡 Feat. 태리 - On air

Hyunsun Park (박현선) - Shall We Dance?

Yeram (예람) - HOLD TIGHT 

16th

Beige (베이지) - 이별 첫날   

Lilynote (릴리노트) - 행복  

Solar (솔라), Kassy (케이시) - A song from the past (이 노랜 꽤 오래된 거야)

PARK KI YOUNG (박기영) - Tough girl  

Jan Di Kum (금잔디) - BANANA CHACHA Trot (바나나차차 트로트)

sogak sogak (소각소각) Feat. jae hee of MIND U - 내가 다 미안해 It’s all my fault

REDCHAIR (빨간 의자) - 한강 둔치 (Riverside of The Han River)

수연 - 별이 지는 순간  

Moonsound (문사운드) Feat. flowER - winter film  

17th

KO A JUNG (고아정) - 미안해    

Iony (아이오니) (Vocal. Jungmi (정미)) - 예쁘게만 보여 Day by day

gahee (가희) - 서울도시, 달빛야경

릴리모닝스타 - 오늘부터 리셋  

달지X로옐 - 레벨업 (메이플스토리)

가나그네 프로젝트 (feat. 임성희 Of 한살차이) - 마취

Ha.E.D (하이디) - Liar (라이어)  

meeuz - 더 깊      

18th

U SUNG EUN (유성은) - 도망가요 (Runaway)

KIARA (키아라) - 보스 (BOSS)

J-Cera (제이세라) - 사랑이 저만치 가네

verycoybunny - Love Is Giving

Wanee Jung (정희경) - 틈 CREVASSE (Sitar & Tabla)

19th

Meaningful Stone (김뜻돌) - 어른이 된다면 (If I Grow Up)

HONG JIN YOUNG (홍진영) - 그대 오는 날  Love is Coming  

20th

MiGyo (미교) - 미칠 듯 사랑을 하고 Love like crazy

Ever-New (에버 뉴) Feat. Violinist 박진희 - 운명  

Hyunhee Seen (신현희) - 독백 [Monologue]  

찬열 (CHANYEOL), 펀치 (Punch) - Go away go away

Lydia (리디아) x Ryhee (리희) - 내 사랑이 떠난다 (My love is leaving)

AIR - 돌아와

프린 (Prin) - 함께라면 (Together) 

21st

Paul Kim (폴킴), CHUNG HA (청하) - Loveship

오소연 - 잊고싶어요  

Im Som (임솜) with 성영주 - 그래, 참 바보 같다 Yeah, that's stupid  

Heize (헤이즈) - That's All (다 그렇지 뭐)  

Gawon (가원) - 우리 헤어진 게 맞니  

BBAhn (비비안) - 하나뿐인 그대여

4& (포엔) - Starry Night

Syn (씬) - Selp Cure Tape. 자가치유.  

zytpk - 겨울 다음 겨울 (Winter After Winter)     

윤보라 - 이렇게 끝내서 미안해  

Bandgirin (밴드기린) - Beautiful days

ONZ feat. 미누 - Do You

City Nature (Vocal by 오선미) - 흰눈 Snow   

22nd

Baek A (백아) - Time Slip (시간을 되돌리면)

이소현 - 우리를 우리로 만들었던 날  

MAY&SEOK (메이앤석) - 어렸던 왕자  A Little Prince

SUDI With. Hauzee, 개미친구, 김비노 - 그날 우리는

 23rd

HAILEY (헤일리) - Farewell Vlog (이별Vlog) (loves. 베이식)

Poetic Narrator (시적화자) - Sometimes I Desperately Want To Be Sick (가끔은 미치도록 아프고 싶어요)

JHWA (제이화) - I Met You (너를 만나)

Moongarden (달빛정원) - 집으로 가는 길에  On My Way Back Home

 GRACY (그레씨) - 아무도 모르게

Maiello (메이엘로) - 비밀 (Secret)

youbeyou (유비유) - 널 바라볼 때

An Ji Yeon (안지연) - 비야  

SOYOUNG UM (엄소영) - 그리울거야 Missing you 

Appetizer (에피타이저) feat. MYO SOO (묘수) - 잠도안오는 이런 밤이면 Sleep At Night  

이예린 - 사람은 이상하고 사랑은 모르겠어

hyeon seo park (박현서) - 밤 중 (midnight) 

Mandy (맨디) - anyway

Mandy (맨디) - 파이달 BlueMoonLight (prod. oe)

Machiato (마끼아또) - 그대만 내 사랑입니다 (You are my love)       

24th

Sung Dam (성담) - 보고싶어요 Still

Oh Jieun (오지은) - 지나가요 pass by 

Seiren 8 - FLEX

반설희 - 숨바꼭질

25th

OYEON (오연) - Want to say (하고 싶은 말) 

Michelle (이미쉘) - 이별은 너 혼자 하니

TERA (태라) - 이제 와서야  

Recordbell (레코드벨) - 모든 땅 위의 빛은 저 하늘 누군가의 별 (Constellation)

26th

LEEVIAN (리비안) - 내 머리속엔 너만 상영하는 작은 영화관 하나 있나 봐

Sosohan Project (소소한 프로젝트) - ��시, 별  

Ran (란) - 결국 이별     

27th

Kana Bathe (카나베잇) - When I Feel Love

YOYOMI (요요미) - 알고 싶어 니 마음을 (I Wanna Know Your Feeling)

28th

MINSEO (민서) - Love Yourself (너에게 말해줘)

 DJ 캐시 - Cash Gun

MAMAMOO (마마무) - I miss You (자꾸 더 보고싶은 사람)

Cheon Soa (천소아) - 너를 처음 보았던 그날  

the Night of Seokyo (서교동의 밤) feat. BiNi (비니) - Diving

예나비 - 한 편의 시(詩)

Vivivavy (비비베이비) - Ready For Love

Rorin (로린) - 가지않는 시계  Miss You   

29th

SIYEON (시연) (Dreamcatcher(드림캐쳐)) - Paradise

Ha Jin (하진) - Dawn (새벽)  

LEE HAE RI (이해리) - 우는 법을 잊어버렸나요 (Just Cry) 

Singil Station Romance (신길역 로망스) feat. Jeon chul min (전철민) - Our temperature 우리의 온도 

Myown (마이온) - 결코 평범하지 않았다고  

yerieL (예리엘) - LINE

I:magine (이매진) - 걱정을 해서 걱정이 없으면 걱정이 없겠네

METP (멧피) - 세레나데 

Moestone (feat. Momoko) - 어떡해

Hye Lim (혜림) - take it slow      

LEE YEON JU (이연주) - 하루종일 (All Day Long)  

30th

Yezi (예지) - My Gravity

전기장판 - 신호

Lee Jihye (이지혜) - 긴가민가 (Puzzle me)   

31st

HYOLYN (효린) feat. Crucial Star - 말 없이 안아줘 (Hug Me Silently)

Espresso (에스프레소) Feat. 가원 - 집에 가기 싫어 I don't want to go home

JANG HYEJIN (장혜진) - 이별에게 졌나 봐 (Lost to farewell)

Savina & Drones (사비나앤드론즈) - DOWN

SingSongLa (싱송라) - Real Dreams

#kpop #thekpopnetwork #kmusic #fr2020

[one-of-us-must-be-crazy]

the prequel you almost got

With Stage One I wrote a mini-long-fic just to explain the groundwork of their relationship for Lucky Star by just making the events of the canon story take place over a longer amount of time but there was a scrapped idea that I had:

When the two meet in game, it’s not the first time they’ve been introduced.

It’s the seventh.

She was given a company android to run maintenance on as part of her interview process with WY, and there’s something off about him. He’s friendly. He asks her what she’s doing and why, and how she ended up working for WY and you know what? He has just little enough of a perosnality that she lets it all out. Her mother, her shit father, her lack of funds, her hating herself for crawling back to the company that acted like it owned her when really it just owed her.

“They aren’t the best people to be property of,” he says with a half smile.

“Are there any good ones?”

“If you ever need anything, feel free to put it in as a request with me.”

“You would do that? Don’t they have like...teams of you?”

“Well--you don’t have to ask for me specifically, but--a lot of humans have favorite synthetics to work with, it helps ease the uncanny valley if they’re dealing with the same person, for lack of a better word, every time they’re in.”

“I might do that then,”

They meet once about her case, and he makes the mistake of telling his human superior that he’s upset by it.

That he’s feeling about it.

Feeling.

The next time Amanda comes back, a bit more hopeful than she’s been for a while, he doesn’t even remember her, just a few details about her case. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

Ripley doesn’t tell him what happened, or the next two times it happens.

After the third time it happens, three times she’s watched his eyes light up with something that could even be affection alongside human care, she suggests they discuss the case in a more casual setting. WY hears “public setting where she’s less likely to make a scene” and approves the request.

And her next four requests. Cafes, a couple diners, the restuarant over looking the tourist docks.....A bar where the music is so loud the next couple over can’t hear them.

“You seem so real,” he tells her, taking the cap off her beer with one hand, a trick show of strength that makes her grin.

“Because I am?” she clicks her bottle to his when he passes it to her.

“No...it’s like you’re in my coding--I’m sorry, it’s... Almost like you’re my operator or you wrote my programming. I don’t think I have a better metaphor for it. I feel like I know you, more than I actually do.”

“You get more human every time we meet.” she smiles.

“What does that mean?”

It’s that fourth time that they’ve met, the longest it’s lasted that she actually tells him, but not for any real reason other than the fact that it’s never gotten this far and whatever ‘it’ is isn’t something she wants to chance at not getting back.

On one hand he doesn’t want to believe her, on the other, well...he’s seen it happen to his peers, seen their vacant eyes and confused faces when he tries to remind them of their brief and lifeless small talk. He’s so much more lifelike than the others and he finally admits that to himself, and Ripley--Amanda--has put forth this effort so many times. She even has screen shots of emails that WY has long since hidden. Conversations that they’ve had, all terse and businesslike but speaking of a familiarity below the ‘with all due respect.’

Christopher Samuels leans over to her, pauses; if the proximity bothered her she had room to lean back, and he continues on and instead of talking at her ear so she could hear him over the guitar from the live band, he kisses her on the mouth, and when she doesn’t pull away from him, he puts his hand on the side of her face, and the other around her back, holding her close to him until she holds him back. They’re just another couple making out to the music.

Ten hours later, he kisses her on the hand before getting out of her bed, finds his clothes, and finds his way around her kitchenette enough to find something food-related. Humans eat first thing in the morning right? 

“That was....a lot.” Amanda says before anything else when she slumps across the room to collapse into a chair.

“At some point last night you said I should stay.”

“I know I did,” 

“I meant you said I should stay...for good. Because if they find out why I was away last night I’m facing much worse than a reformatting.”

“They’ll figure out where you are.”

“I can wander. Hide sometimes if needed.”

“Okay. Alright. You don’t have to stay with me, I know a few guys that could help with getting you IDs, and--”

“Thank you... For now though, I think you should have something to eat, I don’t remember you having anything last night.”

“You’re good.” she smiles, crosses the tiny apartment room to hug him tightly, “And you’re welcome to turn that into a two night stand if you want.”

“I might have to do that.”

It’s two weeks of wearing civilian clothing with Amanda Ripley, two weeks of seeing her in settings other than professional, seeing her relaxed, seeing her happy. Two weeks of nights spent testing the limits of his protocols, and stroking her hair as she falls asleep, her arms tight around him.

A jacket he bought for himself with money he might have stolen/withdrawn from a company account is now draped around her shoulders on a walk home, arms linked, when some idiots think he’s a synthetic and call her out on it.

“Does she look artificial to you boys?” he says, accent morphed into that of an actor from the old movie they just saw.

“I meant you, asshole.”

“Fuck off,” Amanda interjects before a fight gets started. It’s not the first time someone’s recognized him. Glasses, sun glasses, the leather jacket, skipping a few days of shaving, none of it has made him look different enough. He knows they’re going to get caught, and he knows she’ll be in trouble when they do.

If he turns himself in though, the humiliation that she’ll face knowing that some sick creeps at WY now know what every part of her body and heart look like? Not worth it. 

“Amanda?” he wakes her late that night,

“Yeah?”

“I’m going out for a walk. Feeling a little overheated.”

“mmm sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” he kisses her softly, then pulls her up to sitting next to him 

“What?”

“Just saying goodbye,” he kisses her tenderly, holds her close.

“Are you okay?”

“I am, I promise.” she doesn’t seem satisfied with his answer “If I ever forget again--if something ever happens... Please tell me again?”

“Of course.”

“No matter how much I do or don’t believe you, how many times it happens, keep reminding me?”

“You’re freaking me out, Chris...”

“Amanda?”

“Okay, fine, I promise.”

“Thank you. Because I don’t know if I can or not, but I do feel compelled to say I love you.”

“It’s okay, I don’t know if I love you or not either, but I feel ‘compelled’ to say it back to you.” she kisses him again, afraid she knows what he’s about to do.

“I’ll be right back,” 

“Wait,”

“Yes?”

“You’re getting more human. I don’t think you’ve lied to me yet.”

“I’m not--”

“I love you. Be careful.”

“I will.”

He does a base reformat to himself, and then goes back to the offices. 

Ripley doesn’t sleep for the week, and nearly has a heart attack when WY rings her to come back.

“Is the synthetic I usually work with back yet?”

“No.”

“I want to talk to that one.”

They show her a fake, she catches it after a few minutes, and tells the supervisor that there must be a mistake, and she’s then shown another one.

It’s him, she’s sure of it, but she’s not going to tell him either, not yet. Maybe not ever. Still, whatever is there shows up again and again, and finally she’s done. She’s ready to move on, to hope that he gets away some day, but maybe it’ll be easier since she’s the reason they always seem to catch him on the verge of self awareness, when he shows up to her work with a golden ticket. 

also I realized today that there’s now room for a joke about “what do u mean you knew I give off electric shocks when im....” “Becuase we’ve done this like twelve  times before.” “wait what.”

a;sdlkfjadsfkj just that whole idea of it doesn’t matter how/when/why they’re gonna keep finding each other and he’s going to be increasingly head over heels every time 

#lucky star #or whatever lucky star almost was about #it became too complex of an idea to work with with the plot I wanted and where it's going #I told marble about this today and I realized I'm likely never going to write it as a full fic #maybe go back and do a bit of an AU of my AU? #I don't know #I like the idea I just...it's A Lot and samuels in this version was going to be a lot more confident and smooth with things bc #he knew that he had done this all before

[emmybunny-blog]

ABC Tag!

I was tagged by @kalena-henden thanks! Sorry it took me a while but I wanted to give time in between tags, and also bc life :)

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better. For some reason the letters K and X are missing, but that’s okay.

A- Age: 22

B- Birthplace: Charleston, South Carolina

C- Current time: 8:50pm

D- Drink you last had: Water

E- Easiest person to talk to: My friend Meg, my sister, and other close people

F- Favorite song: I have too damn many, but I love Smile by Nat King Cole

G- Grossest memory: I’m not sure

H- Horror yes or horror no: Suspense yes, but straight up horror not most of the time, though it depends

I- In love?: With the little things in life 💜

J- Jealous of people?: Nope, not generally

L- Love at first sight or should I walk by again? Both, though walking by and talking and getting to know me is something that definitely needs to happen in that process, but sometimes (when it’s mutual) you just know

R- Reason to smile: Timeless, fanfic, new beginnings, the ocean, friends/sisters, traveling, time to write, candles, music

M- Middle name: Elizabeth

N- Number of siblings: just one, a lil sister

O- One wish: That there was a way to record my dreams in all their detailed glory so I can watch them again later

P- Person you called last: My sister

Q- Question you are always asked: If my hair is naturally curly

S- Song you last sang: “FourFiveSeconds" by Rhianna, Kayne West and Paul McCartney

T- Time you woke up: 7:19am bc Uni

U- Underwear color: Pink, white and polka dots

V- Vacation destination: Byron Bay, NSW Australia 🇦🇺

W- Worst habit: Procrastinating… 😬

Y- Your favorite food: Fish tacos (my dad’s), Chocolate, Spaghetti and French bread, Waffles and strawberries, and my sisters and I’s special recipe for avocado toast

Z- Zodiac sign: Aries

Tagging: @shadowshideme @big-bad-bhardwaj @ravenrreyes @e-ripley @engineeringbiochem @theuniverseisrarelysolazyemmy @agentcalliope @beingmadattheworld @nikkialexander

#tags #thanks for tagging me #my posts

[fict1onallyobsessed]

Can you write a horse rider reader with Rhea Ripley?? Maybe reader takes her to the livery and persuades Demi to get on one of readers horses

If you don’t know anything about horses it’s okay!

Thank you for taking the time with this!

First Time for Everything.

Rhea Ripley/Demi Bennett x HorseRider!Reader

not my GIF!!

“Oh, fuck me.”

She looked at your horse, Scout, as he stood proudly in his stable. She finally agreed you to take her to see your horses, after months of begging, she gave in.

It’s wasn’t like she was scared, or so she said she wasn’t, but what she was mostly afraid of was the idea of you trying to get her on the horse.

She’s seen you do various events such as cross-country, show jumping and sometimes even dressage. In fact, she’d not missed one event, even when she was on tour, she watched on her phone as you and your horses won trophies and medals one by one.

You were pretty well known in the horse industry, so having the luxury of keeping your horses in a private barn was only thanks to the fact you were expected to participate in large events with important people attending. Only a few others kept their horses in that same livery, either with a similar status as you or simply rich enough.

“Scout doesn’t bite.” You laughed, walking into his stable to bush out his mane. You were required to exercise your horses everyday, and you owned three, so this was bound to take a while. Demi was 5”8’ herself, but she didn’t even compare to the horse in front of her. She was stunned at how freely you moved around him despite not even being able to reach the top of his head.

Once you were done, you had to tack him up, and as you did, you took a note of the multiple helmets that you owned. They were either from past events or gifts you received.

One was definitely going to fit Demi.

“Lift me up?” You weren’t tall enough to push yourself up, but not bothered to go find steps either, so having your strong, tall girlfriend around had its benefits.

She watched you in awe as you played around in the arena. Not once did she look away, only if she wanted to take a picture of you and Scout trotting around.

Scout seemed energised enough for an hour, so once it was up, you took all his tack off and placed him back into his stable before giving him his feed.

Franklin was up next, and although Demi thought it would be the exact same process as it was with Scout, she had a surprise coming.

When you went to get Franklin’s saddle, you grabbed a spare helmet which was bound to fit Demi’s head and placed it on her as her back was turned to you. She spun around immediately, reaching up to feel what fell upon her head.

“No, (Y/N).” She whined, knowing that you’d get her on top of the horse if she liked it or not. You simply smiled, walking before placing the saddle on Franklin’s back. Frank wasn't as big as Scout, but she equally as terrifying with the black coat she was blessed with at birth. "Babe, I don't know what I'm doing."

She started ranting about how she didn't even know how to keep her balance up until you fully tacked up your horse. Demi had muscles, and they were needed for balance, so there was no doubt in your mind that she'd be fine.

You got to the arena and sat Demi on one of the chairs so you could fully adjust her helmet before she got on. You stood between her legs as she huffed out a anxious sigh.

"You'll be okay. Stop stressing."

She only looked up at you with an unsure look, leg bouncing beside your body. You made sure the helmet was on properly before tucking her hair away from her eyes and cupping her face with a reassuring smile.

You gave her instructions on where to hold on to u til she was finally confident enough to try and climb on. She was much taller, so she could reach without an issue, and get on effortlessly. It was a case of staying on though, and you could immediately see how stiff Demi had become.

“Relax your legs.” You tapped her thigh from the side as you attached a rope to Franklin. Next, you showed her how to hold the reigns, properly position her feet and made sure to tell her to keep a straight back.

Never in your life have you seen her so tense, but her wide eyes and stiff posture made you giggle. Once the horses started walking, Demi tensed up again, muttering curses under her breath as she tried to stabilise herself.

“You make this look so easy.”

“I’ve been doing this since I was 4.” You smiled, reminding her of your experience. You went through basic balance training methods, ones that they force you to do as kids to get used to the saddle.

“Let go of the reigns and put your hands on your knees.” You watched as Franklin delicately walked around you in a circle.

“You’re insane.”

A laugh escaped your mouth, explaining that, that’s how you were taught balance as a child. She reluctantly followed your request, biting her tongue as she prayed she wouldn’t fall.

“Stand up.”

Her head snapped at you, a expression that could only be described as confusion and fear conjoined flooded her features. To say it took you literally half an hour to convince her to stand was an understatement. By the time she finally stood, trying to balance on the stirrups, your lungs hurt from laughing at her little comments.

“You’re explaining to my manager why my back is broken.”

“RIP me.”

“This is your line of work. I like to pin people down.”

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

Franklin looked fed up by the time you were finished. You didn’t go further than that, simply letting her get to know Frank before you’d definitely make her go back on her again.

You did.

Rather successfully, actually.

It took you about a month to get Demi to get on Frank without any objection. Overtime, she seemed to enjoy it, she became less scared of falling.

By the second month she could canter without any help. By now you had so many videos of her panicking that it filled up your whole storage. Demi of course tried to get you to delete them, but hearing the little giggle every time you watched the videos made her smile too.

What you didn’t expect was for her to post one of them on her Instagram story. You agreed your relationship was going to be completely private, but that was more of her idea than yours. You always told her you didn’t care if people knew, and that she could tell people when she wished.

Well that day came when a flood of messages surfaced your phone one early morning.

“You posted it?” You beamed as you skipped into the kitchen of your shared apartment, showing her the video she posted the night before without your knowledge.

It was a video of a hack you took with her to a nearby river by your livery. The first hack you took Demi on with Franklin and Scout.

In all honesty, the video didn’t really give away your relationship, your face wasn’t even in it. But your voice calling her “babe.” was very clearly heard. If she hadn’t of tagged you, people wouldn’t of known who you were unless they recognised your horse.

She did it on purpose.

“Yeah.” She smirked, watching as you bit your lip in excitement.

“Does that mean I can show you off now?”

Your arms shot up to circle around her shoulders while hers lifted you onto the counter by the waist.

“Absolutely.”

To say the reaction from people was positive would be an understatement. Many Rhea Ripley fans followed you and shipped you with her, same goes for your fans to Demi.

By the end of the year, you’d managed to teach Demi how to gallop and regular hacks took place. It was mostly her who asked to go see the horses, forming some kind of emotional attachment to them over time.

“I’ll race you to the canter track.”

“Bet.”

THE END

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley x reader #Rhea Ripley WWE #Rhea Ripley imagine #demi bennett #Demi Bennett x reader #wwe x reader #wwe superstars #horseriding #Rhea Ripley one shot

[jugxbets]

Archie's Little Sister: Chapter Four

A/N: guyssss, plsssss lmk what you guys think! maybe suggest what i should do for the next chapter? i’m really liking how this is going so far!

Warnings: cursing(obviii), mentions of sex, again, statutory rape(fuck grundy), slight self harm(thoughts), angssstttt and an asshole Archie

No Summary.

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“The Last Picture Show”

Archie and Fred were getting ready to go to Ms. Grundy’s performance.

Alex was in the kitchen having a snack when Fred walked in.

“You sure you don’t wanna go?” Fred asked, pouring some coffee for himself.

“Yeah, dad.” She assured him. “I don’t even know her like Archie does anyway.”

Fred nodded.

“Why do you even wanna go?” She scoffed.

“I just want to get to know her.” He shrugged.

“Ew, dad, please don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for this woman.” Alex desperately said.

Fred laughed. “My dating days are over.”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “I’m sure.”

Fred sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want to come? We were gonna go to Pop’s right after.”

Alex groaned loudly. “Yes, dad! I was gonna stop there later tonight anyway.”

Fred narrowed his eyes. “You’ve got a date with someone i don’t know about?”

Alex bursted out laughing. “No! I’m just going with Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead.”

Fred shrugged. “Alright. Be careful.”

Alex nodded.

Archie came down.

“You ready, dad?” Archie asked. He seemed filled with dread.

Fred nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go, son.”

“Bye, guys.” Alex waved.

They walked out.

She did nothing for the rest of the day. The weekend was always her favorite.

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The gang met up at Pop’s. Jughead had already been there.

He looked upset.

When they got to their usual booth, they noticed and asked.

“The Drive-In closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale. No, forget Riverdale, in the coffin of the American dream.” Jughead began ranting.

Jughead was on the window side of the booth, while Betty was on the other side. Veronica and Kevin sat across them, with Alex in the middle.

Betty seemed out of it. Alex was into what Jughead was talking about. Veronica didn’t seem to care. Kevin was only half-listening.

“As the godfather of indie cinema, Quentin Tarantino, likes to say..” Jughead continued.

“Please, God,” Kevin interrupted. “no more Quentin Tarantino references.”

“What?” Jughead snapped. “I’m pissed.”

Alex slightly nodded.

“And not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-In should mean something to us. People should be trying to save it.” Jughead continued.

“The Twilight Drive-In does mean a lot to me, too, Jug, if that helps.” Alex tried to be on the same page as him. “I’ll help you save it.”

Jughead glared at her, which he didn’t mean to. He thought she was just trying to make him feel better. But nothing could at the moment.

She rolled her eyes.

“In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car?” Veronica argued. “I mean, who even goes there?”

“People who want to buy crack.” Kevin responded.

“And cinephiles, and car enthusiasts.” Jughead added to Kevin’s response. “Right, Bets?”

Betty snapped out of her thoughts. “Totally.”

Alex could tell they were just making Jughead angrier.

“It’s not just about that, though, Ronnie. Jughead is losing his job. And come on, we use to hang down there a lot when we were kids. It hurts. Jug has the right to be pissed.” Alex defended him.

“Thank you!” Jughead exclaimed.

Alex smiled.

“Anyway, its closing the town owns it but didn’t invest in it.” Jughead said in disbelief. “So when an anonymous buyer made Mayor McCoy an offer, she couldn’t refuse..”

Veronica cocked up an eyebrow.

“Anonymous buyer?” She interrupted once again. “What do they have to hide? No one cares.”

Alex cringed at her words.

“I do!” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows.

Alex sighed. “So do i, V.”

“Also, you guys should all come to closing night.” Jughead mentioned.

Everyone nodded as they sipped on their drinks.

“I’m thinking American Graffiti. Or is that too obvious?” Jughead brainstormed.

Veronica made a suggestion. “I vote for anything starring Audrey Hepburn. or Cate Blanchett.”

“Or The Talented Mr. Ripley.” Kevin added.

“Why not Rosemary’s Baby?” Alex also suggested.

They nodded like they agreed.

“That’s a good one.” Veronica said.

“Betty, your choices?” Kevin asked her, snapping her out of her thoughts once again.

“Everything okay, B?” Veronica asked.

“Yeah, i’m just thinking. Um…” Betty didn’t hesitate to respond. “Maybe Rebel Without a Cause?” she smiled.

Jughead smirked at her.

Alex saw and it made something inside of her burn. She didn’t want to believe that she was actually jealous so she ignored it.

“Agreed.” Alex sighed with a smile.

Veronica’s mom came to our table to serve us our food.

Veronica thanked her and she walked away.

Alex and Veronica watched her walk to Cheryl’s table.

“Be sure to put all that cash in the register…” They overheard Cheryl say.

Veronica reacted quick and stood up.

Alex overheard what Veronica’s mom said to Cheryl and snickered.

Veronica returned back to their booth.

Then the heard the door bell chime.

“Now that’s an odd combo of people.” Kevin pointed out.

Everyone glanced to look at them. It was Fred, Archie, and Ms. Grundy.

Alex scoffed.

“What the hell?” Her brows furrowed.

Betty got ready to get to over there. Jughead noticed and started panicking. Alex was confused.

“I’ll be right back.” Betty simply said and got up.

“No, Betty.” Jughead said as he tried to stop her. “No. Don’t..”

“Wait, what’s happening?” Kevin finally asked.

“Yeah, Jug?” Alex questioned looking at him.

They watched Betty walk with Archie outside.

Jughead start nibbling in his fingertips out of anxiety.

Alex was beyond confused. They all looked through the window and watched them talk.

“Should i..?” Alex asked, almost getting up.

“No, don’t!” Jughead said, almost warning her.

“Okay…?” She trailed off as she sat back down.

“What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me?” Veronica began.

Alex scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Jughead peeked outside and cringed.

“I have a strong inkling,… and no.” he said with furrowed brows. “Also, i’d let it go.” he suggested.

“Yes, but you’re you, and i’m me.” Veronica sighed dramatically. “You do you, girl.”

Alex sighed. “Find out and let me know.”

Jughead scoffed.

“I’ll be back.” She grabbed her bag as she got up and walked outside.

“What was it like before she got here?” Kevin asked.

Jughead grabbed an onion ring and shoved it in his mouth as he looked out the window.

“I honestly cannot remember.” Kevin continued.

“Me neither.” Alex admitted.

Kevin decided to go to the bathroom. Alex slid out of the booth for him to go.

She sighed as she saw him walk into the men’s room.

She sat down but slid into Jughead’s side.

“I understand why you’re mad, Jug.” Alex said. “We can try to save it though. You and me.” She smiled.

He sighed. “What’s the point?”

His attention was towards the window.

She put her head on his shoulder. “I know you. You’re not going to be at peace if you don’t at least try. So let’s try.” She shrugged.

He finally looked at her and smiled.

“What would i do without you?” He put his arm around her and rested his head on hers.

“You’d be lost.” Alex chuckled.

He did too. She glanced out the window. She saw Archie get very tense.

“Okay, seriously, what is going on? Why has Betty been acting weird all evening?” She looked up at him.

He shrugged. “No clue.”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me..”

Jughead tensed. She felt him.

“It’s nothing.” He looked away.

She shrugged. “Whatever.”

Jughead and Alex stayed in their position for a while.

Until Kevin came out and slid into where he was, completely oblivious about interrupting.

“I’m craving a burger now.” Kevin said.

Jughead and Alex broke of their connection as soon as he came.

They glanced out the window and saw Betty leave.

“Looks like Mama Cooper didn’t think so..” Kevin trailed off.

Alex shook her head. she was still confused but decided not to ask.

“Shall i call Mrs. Lodge over? I want a burger too.” Jughead suggested.

“Same.” Alex shrugged.

They called her over and ordered what they wanted.

Then Archie and Veronica came back in. Archie went back to the booth his dad and Ms. Grundy were in.

Veronica sighed as she took her seat again.

Alex waited for her to tell her what happened. She was about to but she glanced at Jughead who was shaking his head.

“U-uh, nothing happened..” Veronica stammered.

Alex narrowed her eyes.

“Okay, guys, seriously, what the hell?” Alex asked with her eyebrows furrowed.

Jughead sighed.

“Just don’t worry about it.” Veronica tried her best to distract Alex from it.

Alex scoffed.

They all ate their meals and headed back home.

Alex didn’t wait for her dad and Archie since they still had to take Grundy home.

Jughead took her home.

“Do you mind staying with me? At least until my dad and Archie get back?” Alex asked him while they walked.

He was hesitant. “I don’t know, Alex…”

“Come on, you can sleep over. it’ll be like old times!” Alex said with a smile.

He sighed. “Fine, i guess.”

She laughed. “you know you want to.”

“Yeah, alright, i said yes.” He chuckled.

She smiled.

They got home.

They walked into the house, closing the door behind them.

“Do you want a snack or anything?” Alex asked, locking the door and throwing her hoodie in the couch.

Jughead chuckled. “You know me so well.”

Alex smiled. “What do you mean?” She asked like she didn’t know.

“You asked me if i wanted a snack after we just ate like five burgers.” Jughead smirked.

Alex laughed. “well yeah.”

“But i’ll take a snack.” He took her up on her offer.

“Alright, you can wait for me upstairs.” Alex said walking into the kitchen.

He climbed the stairs and waited in her room.

She popped some popcorn and got some potato chips with some canned sodas. She didn’t bother to open or pour the popcorn into a bowl.

She carried everything in her arms and went upstairs.

She got to her room and dumped everything on the bed. Jughead had already made himself at home. He was sprawled out on her bed.

“I’ll go see if Archie has any pajama pants you can borrow. He won’t mind.” She assured him.

He nodded as he began eating the snacks.

She went to Archie’s room and looked through his drawers. She saw some that were awfully familiar and smiled.

“Yeah, he shouldn’t mind since these are yours.” She tossed them to him as she walked back in.

Jughead chuckled.

Alex started getting ready for bed.

She got out an oversized “Led Zepplin” t shirt that used to belong to her dad.

Jughead was laying on the bed, watching her and eating the snacks.

“Your room looks very different.” He pointed out as he looked around.

Alex chuckled. She was taking off her makeup at her vanity.

“Yeah, it’s not pink anymore. I don’t know why Forest Green has been so aesthetically pleasing to me lately.” She shrugged and continued to take her makeup off.

“I get it.” Jughead shrugged.

When Alex was done she got up and lifted her shirt up with both arms and took it off.

Jughead panicked and turn away. “What are you doing?”

Alex chuckled as she took her bra off.

“Calm down, you’ve seen me naked before.” she shrugged.

“When we were kids, Alex!” He put his hand over his eyes.

“It’s the same thing, Jug.” Alex giggled, taking her time to put her t shirt on. “It’s not like i’ve got much to show.”

He swore she was trying to kill him.

“Not really, Alex, seeing as your body has developed.” He unintentionally pointed out.

She rolled her eyes and finally put the shirt on.

“You can look now.” She assured him.

And he did. He was still in shock. She laughed.

Alex went back to her vanity to brush her hair out.

“That’s a first.” Alex admitted, looking at him through her mirror.

“What do you mean?” Jughead carefully asked.

She scoffed. “No one has ever reacted like that.”

He was shocked. “You’ve taken your shirt off in front of other guys before?”

Alex shrugged. “Yeah, and let me tell you, they were not impressed.”

Jughead’s eyes softened.

“It’s whatever, though, i get it. I don’t have much to show off. i could probably use a boob job.” She shrugged as she continued to brush her hair.

“Don’t, Alex..” Jughead stopped himself.

She stopped and turned around to look at him.

“What?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“You don’t need anything. You’re.. fine.” Jughead held himself back from using the ‘perfect.’

She tilted her head. “You think so?”

He turned to the snacks and his face turned pink.

“Totally.” He blandly said as he ate some popcorn.

She smiled. she got up and took her jeans off, along with her shoes.

“Oh, i don’t wear any pants to bed, so…” She let him know.

He shrugged. “You wear very short skirts, anyway.”

She smiled as she sat on the other side of her bed. “i suppose.”

“Alright,” He said as he got up. “I’m going to get changed.”

He got up and tried walking out.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked, concerned.

“To the bathroom. Wanna come?” Jughead sarcastically asked.

She smiled. “Maybe i do.”

He scoffed. “In your wildest dreams, Andrews.”

He walked off down the hall and into the bathroom.

It wasn’t long until he came back.

Alex had moved the junk food out of the way and got under the sheets, leaving the left side to Jughead.

“Uh, i’m not sleeping in the bed with you, am i?” Jughead stammered.

Alex glared at him. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no! it’s just, is it appropriate?” Jughead carefully asked.

She scoffed. “it’s not like we’re gonna do anything.”

He nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

He switched the light off and got into bed with her. Her bed was small so they were pretty close to each other.

They both looked up at the ceiling. It was awkward.

“I hope Fred isn’t too mad that i stayed over.” Jughead suddenly said.

Alex chuckled. “I texted him. I told him i didn’t want to be alone. He’s actually thankful you’re staying with me.”

Jughead scoffed. “Well, any time, i guess.”

“Hey, did Dilton Doiley ever stop by the office? i completely forgot about that.” She chuckled.

Jughead gulped. “No, he never showed.”

“Hmph.” Alex responded.

She changed the subject.

“So, what’s going on with you and Betty?” Alex asked, afraid of the answer.

He let out a big sigh. “Same as before. Nothing.”

She was a little relieved but she felt bad for him.

“And the other girl?”

“Well, it’s a bit complicated.” He shrugged.

She nudged him. “Tell me about it.”

“No, not right now anyway. Let’s just get some sleep, it’s a school night.” He said, looking at her.

She didn’t look back at him. Her eyes were at the ceiling.

“okay.” she whispered.

He sighed. They both began to close their eyes. Eventually, they fell asleep.

——————————————————————————

It was morning. Alex was the first to wake up. She let out small groans as her eyes were fluttering open.

The first thing she noticed was something poking her waist. She assumed it was Jughead’s elbow, considering the position he was in. She put her hand under sheets to try and move it, only to find out it wasn’t his elbow.

Her eyes widened as she touched his morning wood, not his elbow.

She accidentally stroked it, causing a moan to come from his lips.

She gasped softly and quickly snatched her hand away.

She stirred as she tried to wake him up without having to tell him. His dick was still pressed against her so he kept moaning softly.

She didn’t know whether to be turned on by that or shocked.

Eventually, she woke him up.

“Jug.” She whispered.

Jug sighed. “Hm?”

He opened his eyes and met hers. He smiled.

“Good morning.” He closed his eyes again.

She swore she almost died. His sleepy voice was the best.

“Uh, Jug, i think a certain someone woke up before you..” She hinted.

“Who?” His brows furrowed while he kept his eyes closed.

She smirked and put her hand under the sheets again.

She brushed it ever so slightly, causing his eyes to fly open as he jumped up.

“This.” she grinned.

“Oh, God.” His face turned bright red.

He took her hand off of him. He crossed his legs and he turned around so his back was facing her.

“I’m sorry, Alex.” He began to apologize.

She chuckled. “It’s okay. It happens.”

“No, it is not okay. It’s not gonna go away for a while.” Jughead stammered.

“Well, what do you usually do, jerk it off?” Alex casually asked.

“Jesus, Alex..” He trailed off as her buried his face into the pillow he was on.

“I can help if you want.” She offered. She knew she was getting to him.

“What? Are you insane?” Jughead muttered.

She laughed. “A little.”

He sighed.

“You can do it if you want.” She shrugged.

“No, just distract me.” Jughead desperately said.

All he could think about was her. How she wasn’t wearing any pants. The little red lace panties she was wearing. How she looked when she took off her shirt last night. It was only making him harder.

“What do i say? If anything, i’ll just make you harder.” She teased.

“I’ll say.” Jughead blurted out.

She smirked. He got embarrassed all over again. He groaned.

“Well,” She said as she sat up. “If you won’t let me help you, the least i can do is go shower while you take care of that.”

Great. Now all he can think about is her naked. The hot water running over her fit, petite body.

He sighed. “You can go but i won’t be taking care of it.”

“I think you should.” She finally got up and started looking for her clothes. “You can get blue balls.”

He laughed. “I’ll suffer then.”

“Your call.” Was the last thing she said before walking off and going into the bathroom.

30 minutes later, she went back into her room.

“Are you flaccid now?” She teased.

He chuckled with his face still buried into the pillow.

“Yep.”

She chuckled. She went to go sit by him.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She said, rubbing his shoulders. “i’m sure if i had a dick, it’s be just as hard for you.”

He looked up at her. “I hate you.”

“I’m so sure.” She mocked him. “Come on, i think i heard my dad cooking.”

He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

She lead them downstairs.

Archie saw Jughead and was surprised.

“Jughead? What are you doing here?”

“Good morning, Archie. Mr. Andrews.” He greeted.

They greeted him back.

“He stayed the night.” Alex said as she ate some bacon.

“With you?” Archie asked.

She nodded.

“I hope you guys didn’t sleep in the same bed.” Fred hopefully said.

She shook her head.

“I didn’t see him in the couch.” Fred narrowed his eyes.

Jughead got anxious.

“He slept on the floor. I didn’t want to be alone last night, okay?” Alex said as she stuffed some more bacon in her mouth.

“This will be the last time, Alex.” Fred warned her. “Jughead?”

Jughead nodded. “Of course, Mr. Andrews.”

“What’s the big deal?” Alex asked. “It wasn’t a problem when we were kids.”

“Yeah, well, you guys were kids. That’s the difference.” Fred said as he made her and Jughead a plate.

“Okay, well, we’re just friends so it’s cool.” She assured him.

Archie wasn’t buying it. Jughead was too hungry to care. So was Alex.

“We better hurry if we wanna make it to school on time.” Alex said to both boys.

They ate pretty quick and went back upstairs.

Jughead jumped into the shower while Alex got ready for school.

She brushed her hair out. She turned on her hair straightener. Once it was hot enough, she began to straighten her hair. It took her about 20 minutes.

Jughead was out by then. All he did was put his beanie on his head and called it a day.

He watched Alex put on her makeup. He was mesmerized.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Alex teased as she put on some of her favorite lipstick.

He chuckled. “Maybe i will.”

She scoffed and rubbed her lips together.

She got up and looked for her clothes to wear.

“Gee, is this going to take another hour? We’re gonna be late.” He teased.

She went through her closet and observed every piece of clothing she took out.

“You can go if you want.” Alex shrugged.

“Nah.” Jughead laid down on her bed and sprawled himself out.

She chuckled. “Then don’t complain.”

Archie walked into her room.

“You almost done?” Archie agitatedly asked.

“Yeah, i’m just looking for something to wear.” She shrugged.

He rolled his eyes. “Hurry up.”

She flipped him off, but she didn’t take her eyes off of the clothes she was observing.

She decided to go with a black, oversized neck crew sweater tucked inside her gray plaid skirt. She paired it with her fishnet stockings and some Doc Martens.

Jughead made sure not to look at her while she got dressed.

“okay, i’m ready.” She said as she took another look in the mirror.

She ran her finger across her bottom lip.

“Finally.” Jughead stood up.

She grabbed her bag as they headed out. Archie heard them and got up to follow.

They let their dad know they were leaving and headed out.

Jughead said he’d meet them at school since he needed to get his back pack from his house.

They said okay and continued to walk to school.

They arrived.

Everything went smoothly for the most part.

Alex stopped by the Blue and Gold office. Betty seemed to be in a rush.

“Hey, what’s up?” Alex asked Betty.

Betty gathered some papers and a clipboard.

“I’m sorry, Alex, I’d love to stay and chat but i have to go interview Grundy for an article right now. See you.” She walked out.

“Okay..” Alex said as she walked out behind her.

She shrugged, not thinking too much about what she was doing.

She went to the Student’s Lounge instead.

She walked in on Kevin ranting about how it’s the quintessential rite of passage, where you have to make out with your significant other at the movies.

Alex snickered. “No, it’s really not.”

She went to sit down across Veronica.

He sighed as he threw himself on the bigger couch.

“Why don’t we all go together?” Veronica suggested. “I can’t promise you any action, but maybe i’ll bring you good luck.”

Alex nodded. “I’m in.”

“Great. Another night. Another hag.”

Alex and Veronica started laughing.

“Speaking of hags..” Cheryl walked into the room. “Veronica, It’s so devastating to me that your mother has to sink such unspeakable lows just to keep this knockoff Hermes bags on your arm.” Cheryl faked her sympathy.

Kevin and Alex rolled their eyes.

“What’s next, selling her hair extensions?” Cheryl continued.

“My mom’s a waitress, Cheryl, not Fantine.” Veronica responded, interested. “And your faux concern reeks of ulterior motive. What is it?”

“Only to remind you of your place in this high school,” She paused. “nay, the town’s social hierarchy.”

“Threatened much?” Veronica tempted her. “Don’t worry. You may be a stock character from a 90s teen movie, but i’m not.”

“And what does any of this have to do with my mom being a waitress?” Veronica continued.

“It’s just that i saw her talking to a Southside Serpent last night, in the alley behind Pop’s.” Cheryl responded.

Alex and Kevin both shared a look.

Veronica was confused. She looked at Alex and Kevin.

“They were having an extremely heated, intimate discussion.” Cheryl went on as she pulled her phone out to show her a picture. “See for yourself.”

Both Alex and Kevin got up to see the picture.

That looks like Jughead’s dad.. It can’t be.

Cheryl walked alway with a smirk.

Veronica turned to face both.

“Who or what is a Southside Serpent?” She asked, confused.

“They’re a gang of bikers who pretty much stays on the south side of town.” Alex began explaining.

“And thank God, ‘cause they’re sort of dangerous.” Kevin added. “Drug dealers and petty thieves.”

Alex nudged Kevin to make him stop talking because he was worrying Veronica.

“Then what was my mom doing with one of them?” Veronica scoffed.

Alex shrugged. She was more into the idea that she saw Jughead’s dad. She had to let it go.

It probably wasn’t him.

Eventually their free period ended and they went their separate ways for class.

——————————————————————————

After school, Alex went with Jughead to talk to the mayor as promised.

“I’m sorry, but the Twilight Drive-In?” Mayor McCoy began. “It’s a blight that’s become a cesspool, and a hangout for criminals and transients, and the deal’s done.” She assured them.

Alex groaned.

“Andrews construction is scheduled to demolish the lot on Monday.”

Alex’s head snapped towards her. “My dad’s company?”

“Mmhmm.” McCoy responded, not looking up from the documents she was looking at.

“Mayor McCoy, when I was a kid, my family and i would go to the drive-in all the time. We couldn’t afford tickets for everyone, so my sister Jellybean and I would hide in the trunk, until we were parked. We’d sneak out.” He chuckled softly.

Alex looked at his with soft eyes. They were going to lose so many memories if they let the places get closed down.

“It’s like my home.” Jughead continued.

Mayor McCoy just smiled.

“We all hung out there when we were kids, Mayor McCoy. We have memories there. You guys can’t just take that away from us.” Alex said.

The mayor sighed. “That’s a very sweet sentiment, Mr. Jones, Ms. Andrews. But the future of Riverdale is at stake.”

They groaned.

“I’m sorry, but it’s done.” Mayor McCoys said before walking off to a meeting.

The sighed.

“We can go convince my dad.” Alex suggested.

He nodded. “Tomorrow. I can’t handle any more rejection.”

She nodded.

He walked her back home and her day ended.

She ended up saying in that night with her dad, watching movies.

Archie didn’t come home until later that night.

Alex was about to go upstairs when she saw Betty, Veronica, and Archie talking. They look like they were arguing

She peeked out the window. She couldn’t make out what they were saying.

She shrugged and decided to go upstairs and go to bed.

——————————————————————————

“Mayor McCoy says you won the contract to tear down the drive-in.” Jughead began.

He and Alex decided to pay her father a visit at work. They were trying to talk him out of the contract and save the drive-in.

Fred put the coffee pot he was using back in its place and sighed. “I did.”

“Look, I’m sorry, guys,” Fred began as he walked to his desk. “I know how much you guys love the Twilight and so do I..”

“Mr. Andrews, just give us one week to track down the the person who bought the land, and convince them not to demolish a hole house of cinema.” Jughead begged.

Fred glared at Alex. She was pretty quiet.

“It’s a big contract for me, Jug, and for my guys.” Fred reasoned. “Whatever they build in the place of the drive-in could mean more jobs..”

Alex groaned.

“Yeah, in what? Some hypothetical future?” Jughead raised his voice.

He sighed. “You put one Jones out of work, why don’t you put out another, huh?”

Alex grimaced at his words. She had forgotten for a second that FP worked with her dad for a while.

“Jug, your dad was taking materials from one of our job sites. I had to let him go.” Fred explained.

“Right.” Jughead’s voice broke. “You did what you had to do, like you’re doing here now.”

It made Alex’s heart break, knowing how much he was suffering.

Jughead scoffed. “Later.”

He stormed out with Alex groaning and following him.

“Wait, Alex,” He called out. “A word.”

They paused.

“You can go.. We’ll catch up later.” She assured Jughead.

He nodded and left.

“Why are you doing this to me? You know that place means a lot to me, too, but it’s for the sake of Riverdale.” He shrugged.

She nodded. “I get that, dad. We just wanted to try to save it. Neither of us would have been at peace if we didn’t at least try.”

Fred sighed.

“At least now, we can move on.” She shrugged and walked out.

——————————————————————————

It was morning. Alice and Hal Cooper had showed up at the Andrews’ door. They knocked.

Alex opened the door.

“Can I help you?..” She awkwardly asked.

“Hi, Alex.” Alice smiled. “Is Fred here? We’d like to speak with him.”

She glared at her. Then she slammed the door in their face.

“Dad!” She called out.

“In here!” He peeked his head out the kitchen.

“The Coopers are here to pay you a visit.” She said, as she went back upstairs.

She didn’t go all the way, she wanted to hear what the Coopers wanted. She hid behind the wall at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, uh, sorry about that.” Fred opened the door.

Alice seemed pissed but brushed it off with a smile.

“We’re sorry to come unannounced, Fred.” Hal began. “It’s been a rough couple of months for us, But Alice and I…”

He got cut off by Alice.

“We think your children and Betty should stop spending so much time together.” Alice got to the point.

Alex softly scoffed.

“Their relationships aren’t good, for any of them, and their respective behaviors reflect that.” She continued.

“All right. So, if there was anything that you could do on your end…” Hal trailed off.

“My kids are good kids.” Fred responded.

“I live next door, Fred.” Alex sternly said. “I see them sneaking out at night, slinking at all hours.”

Alex’s face scrunched up. She hadn’t sneaked out of the house since summer. Well, besides that time she went to Ethel’s house.

“Alice,” Fred whispered. “Are you spying on us?”

Alice didn’t respond. “Come on, Hal.”

“We said what we came to say, it’s on him if he ignores us.” She continued as they walked away from their doorstep.

Fred walked back in.

Alex came back downstairs.

“Mrs. Cooper is such a bitch.” Alex casually said.

“Hey…” Fred trailed off.

She shrugged. “You totally agree.”

“If you say anything, i’ll deny it.” He sipped on his coffee.

Alex smirked.

——————————————————————————

It was the night of the last drive-in. Alex bailed on Veronica and Kevin to be with Jughead. She thought he would like to spend his last time there with her.

He didn’t watch from a car, though, he would watch the movies in his booth.

Where he would put the movies in and let the audience see through the projection screen.

Where he had been living for the past couple of months.

Alex noticed the bed. “Hey, Jug, have you been staying here?”

She scanned the room and saw most of his belongings there.

He didn’t say anything. His eyes were on the movie.

“Jug?” Alex asked again.

He sighed. “Not after they demolish the place, no.”

Alex scoffed. “Why aren’t you at home? And where are you gonn—”

“Don’t, Alex.” He stopped her.

She sighed. “Fine.”

She sat back down on the other side of the projector.

“If you’re going through some stuff, Jug, you know my dad would take you in.” Alex assured him.

He didn’t say anything again.

She sighed.

“I’m gonna go get some snacks.” She got up and left.

She walked past the cars that were out there. It was like a maze.

She saw Sheriff Keller’s truck and saw that Veronica and Cheryl were in it. She was confused.

“Hey, guys, where’s Kevin?” She asked as she climbed onto the truck.

Veronica brightened.

“Oh, hey! It’s the ditcher.” She teased.

Alex scoffed. “I see you guys replaced me.”

Cheryl glared at her then went back to eating her licorice.

Veronica chuckled. “Kevin is at the snack booth.”

Alex nodded.

“Where are you parked, Power Brows?” Cheryl asked, not taking her eyes off the screen.

Alex sighed. “I’m not. I’m in the movie booth with Jughead.”

Veronica and Cheryl paused. They both looked at her.

“What?” Alex asked, completely clueless.

“Okay, i’m just going to ask..” Veronica began. “Are you and Jughead, like, together, or?”

Alex scoffed. “No! We’ve been best friends since we were in diapers. He’s like a second brother to me.”

“Mmhmm.” Cheryl replied with a devious smile.

“A brother you’d like to fuck.” Veronica teased.

Cheryl bursted out laughing.

“Okay, that’s my cue to go.” Alex jumped off the truck and continued to walk.

It was a couple of minutes before she ran into her dad’s truck.

What is he doing here?

She was on the passenger side. She knocked on the window.

Fred motioned with his hand for her to step in

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Alex asked as she closed the door.

“Well, I—”

Fred was cut off my a harsh knocking on his side. It was Alice with a flash light.

“Alice!” Fred shouted.

Alex nearly jumped out of her skin.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your adultery, Fred, but you need to come with me.” Alice shouted.

“What the hell?” Alex furrowed her brows.

“Alice, what..” Fred began but got interrupted again.

“It’s about the kids.” Alice briefly xplained.

Fred looked at Alex for a second and she shrugged. Then they both got out his truck, following Alice.

“What’s going on?” Fred said when they got into her car.

“You might want to see this, Fred.” Alice said as she turned the car and began driving.

Betty was in the passenger side, sobbing softly.

“Betty?” Alex whispered.

Betty didn’t respond.

“See what?” Fred shouted.

“Your son and his teacher!” Alice shouted back.

Alex gasped. “What?”

“Yeah,” Alice nodded. “Archie’s been having an affair with his teacher.”

“Oh, come on, Alice, how could you stoop so low?” Fred asked in disbelief.

“Betty, that’s not true, right?” Alex’s voice broke.

“I’m so sorry.” Betty said as more tears came down her face.

On the way to school, Fred and Alice kept arguing back and forth about it.

Alex could barely hear what they were talking about since they kept talking over each other. She didn’t even care. She felt betrayed. She’s never wanted to hurt someone this badly before.

The ride felt like forever.

But when they did get there, Betty sobbed even more.

She didn’t want to get out of the car but Alice forced her.

They all got out and barged in.

Alice lead them to the music room.

She barged in, where they all saw Archie and Grundy having an intimate moment.

Alex softly gasped. Tears began falling from her eyes.

“Well, well, well.” Alice began.

They broke apart of their connection.

Fred couldn’t believe his eyes.

“There they are. What did I tell you?” Alice continued.

“Can someone tell me what’s going on here?” Ms. Grundy innocently asked.

Alex glared at her.

“Of course. Archie, would you like to share with us what your and Mrs. Robinson have been doing during your 'music lessons?’” Alice motioned quotation marks with her fingers.

“And please don’t leave out any of the lurid details, because Betty here keep a meticulous diary, and i’m more than happy to fill in the details.” Alice continued.

Betty sobbed more. “I’m sorry.”

Alex began breathing heavy. “I’m gonna kill you, you stupid fucking bitch!”

Alex almost ran up to Grundy but Fred caught her.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, Alex, calm down.” Fred held her.

Archie sort of froze. Grundy backed away, full of fear.

She broke free of Fred’s hold.

“How can you ask me to be calm at a time like this?! How can you not want to rip her head off for what she’s doing to Archie?” Alex screamed.

She was angry.

“Alex, she hasn’t been doing anything to me..” Archie began.

“Bullshit! She’s been taking advantage of you and you let her!” She kept sobbing.

She kept trying to go towards Grundy but Fred was blocking her path. “Alex, stop it.”

Archie was taken back. “You shouldn’t even be talking, Alex.” He snarled.

“Shut up!” Alex continued to breathe heavy.

“Everything that happened, i wanted it to.” Archie said. “That’s what you said to me about Jason.”

He got closer to Alex. She looked at him in disbelief.

Betty furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Alex. So did Alice.

“What’s he talking about?” Fred turned to look at Alex.

Alex shook her head. “Don’t, Archie. Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Face it. You’re taking your emotions out on me.” Archie got closer to her face, with their dad in the middle.

“Jason used you. He took advantage of you. Just because you’re having a hard time trying to accept that, does not mean you get to take it out on me.” Archie pushed her buttons.

Alex sobbed. She’s never felt so betrayed.

“Fuck you, Archie.” She growled. “That is totally different and you fucking know that. Grundy is an old hag, she’s twice your fucking age! THERE’S A FUCKING DIFFERENCE.” She sniffled.

“Don’t talk about her like that, Alex. At least she isn’t a 15 year old slut.” Archie snarled.

“Archie, don’t!” Fred warned him.

Alex shoved him and slapped him. Everyone gasped. Fred roughly held her back. Archie froze.

“That is enough!” Fred shouted.

Everyone paused for a moment. Alex’s heavy breathing and sobbing was the only thing they could hear.

Archie didn’t realize what he was doing. He was blinded by anger. He didn’t mean it. But he said it anyway, and he can’t take it back. When he realized that, he instantly felt like shit.

Fred tried holding her but she didn’t let her herself. “No— Don’t!” She screamed.

“And you knew.” Alex sobbed when she turned to Betty. “All of you fucking knew!”

Betty began apologizing but Alex stormed out, not wanting to hear it.

Fred wanted to follow her but he knew he needed to stay where he was to deal with the situation.

“Well, cat’s out of the bag.” Alice grinned as she crossed her arms.

“Alice..” Fred groaned.

Archie still hadn’t said anything. Betty was pissed because he just slut shamed his sister.

Everyone except Alice, it seemed, were mortified about what had just happened.

“I never thought that i would live to see the day.” Alice chuckled. “Both of your kids are dysfunctional.”

“Mom..” Betty growled.

“And i thought the one thing we’d keep Riverdale safe from was child predators.” Alice got in Grundy’s face.

“Ms. Grundy’s not a predator. She’s a good person.” Archie argued.

“Archie, you don’t have to defend me. Not to her and not to your sister.” Grundy assured him.

“No, he doesn’t.” Fred said, full of stress.

“Well,” Alice said with a graceful sigh. “I think the next step is to take this to Sheriff Keller and let the wheels of justice take over.”

Grundy got tense. She moved to the back of the room and took a seat.

“Dad, you can’t let that happen.” Archie pleaded.

“Son, i don’t want to hear it. You see all the problems she just caused?” Fred sternly responded.

“She didn’t force me to do anything! How many times do i have to say it? I went after.” Archie explained.

“Well, there’s so surprise there.” Alice looked at Fred.

“Why are you doing this, mom?” Betty finally spoke. “Putting Ms. Grundy on trial.”

“This ain’t just about her.” Alice began. “This about him and his sister.” She aggressively said.

“I wanted you to see the kind of people they truly are and clearly, they’re both unstable.” Alice pointed to Archie.

“Wait, that’s what this is about? Your crazy grudge against my teenage kids?” Fred asked in disbelief.

“I’m never going to stop being friends with them, mom!” Betty shouted. “Ever.”

“We are done here.” Fred said, turned to Archie.

“Oh, we are far from being done here!” Alice shouted.

“Shut up.” Fred snapped.

“Stop! Please!” Archie begged. “You’re right, Mrs. Cooper. I’m selfish, and i’m stupid. I pretty much just ruined my relationship with my sister and I don’t deserve to be your daughter’s friend.”

Fred looked at him with soft eyes.

“But please, don’t hurt Ms. Grundy because you wanna hurt me.” Archie continued.

“This isn’t about hurting anyone, Archie.” Alice responded. “It’s about doing what’s right, and of course, informing our neighbors.”

“Alice, i swear to god..” Fred began.

“You swear to god, what—” Alice got cut off.

“You say one word of any this, mom, and i will tell everyone that i broke into Ms. Grundy’s car.” Betty snarled.

“Betty..” Alice tried to reason.

“That i robbed her,” Betty continued. “and made up the story of their affair. This applies to what just happened with Alex, too.”

Alice sighed.

“It will be like, i finally..” She paused. “Snapped. Like Polly.”

“Betty..”

Betty wasn’t having it. “It’ll prove what everyone already thinks about us: 'Crazy runs in that family.’” Betty continued.

“Like mother, like daughter.” Betty whispered.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Alice muttered.

“I’ll quit.” Grundy suddenly said.

Everyone looked at her. “I’ll quit my job. Will that satisfy you?”

“Yeah, it will.” Betty answered for her mother. “It has to.”

“And i absolutely would dare, mom.” Betty hissed.

“She has to leave town.” Alice barely spoke.

“The hell she does.” Archie got worked up all over again.

“Son.” Fred sternly said.

“Why does she need to leave town?” Archie raised his voice.

“Because it’s what’s best.” Fred responded. “And Alice will keep her word.”

Archie scoffed.

“I will.” Alice cocked up an eyebrow.

“I’ll pack up my things, i’ll be gone by morning.” Grundy said as she got up and walked out.

Archie went after her. She didn’t say anything.

“Now let’s go, because Im worried about what Alex will do next.” Fred glared at Archie.

Archie sighed.

It wasn’t until they walked back to the drive-in that Archie realized what he just did. He betrayed his sister. He told himself he would defend her if her dad ever found out about Jason. He felt stupid.

Fred got his truck back and they both got in. He could feel his father’s disappointment.

He couldn’t help but feel the lump in his throat.

They arrived at the house and Fred stopped the car.

Archie felt the tears in his eyes.

“Don’t ever call your sister a slut, again, Archie.” Fred quietly said. “Do you hear me?”

Archie nodded.

Fred got out and opened the door for Archie to get out.

He sighed when he wouldn’t.

“You are not those things you said.” Fred began. “You’re not stupid. Alex will forgive you. You just need to give her time. This wasn’t your fault.”

A tear streamed down Archie’s face. “I betrayed Alex, dad. She’s never going to forgive me. That most definitely was my fault. And Ms. Grundy..” He trailed off.

Fred sighed.

Archie eventually got out of the truck.

He couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. Fred went in to hold him while he cried.

Alex saw through the front door’s window.

She felt her heart ache when she saw her dad hugging him.

She sneaked out the back door before they went inside the house.

Fred and Archie walked in. Fred called out for Alex but he didn’t hear anything back.

“Check down here, I’ll check upstairs.” Fred said as he climbed up the stair.

Archie nodded and went through the rooms and called out her name.

Fred did the same upstairs.

They couldn’t find her.

She left her phone on her bed. They couldn’t go through it because it was locked.

“Dad?” Archie called out as he climbed the stairs.

“In here.” Fred called back out.

Archie stood in the doorway of her room.

“She’s gone.” Fred’s voice broke.

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It was about 7 in the morning. Alex stopped by the local kid’s playground. She used to go there with Archie as a kid when the fighting from their parents became too much for them.

She was sitting on the swing, softly swaying back and forth. She was crying.

Jughead walked past. He glanced over to the swings and did a double take when he realized it was Alex.

He had his back pack. He looked like he was on his way to Pop’s.

He approached her.

“You bailed on me for a playground?” He teased.

Then he noticed she was crying.

“O-oh, i’m sorry. What’s wro—”

“Just go.” She whispered.

He was taken back. “What?”

“Leave me alone.” She said, still not making eye contact with him.

His brows furrowed. “Why?”

She sniffled and sighed. “Because you knew about Archie and Grundy, and you didn’t tell me.”

He froze. He didn’t say anything for a while.

“Alex, you can’t tell—”

She looked up at him.

“Who? My dad? He already knows. Mrs. Cooper knows. She’s the one who exposed them.” She raised her voice.

Jughead stood quiet. She looked back down to her legs.

“All of you knew. And you lied.” She said as her voice broke and new tears fell down her face.

“Alex..” Jughead said full of sympathy.

“Go away, Jug.” She demanded.

He sighed and walked away.

She sobbed.

Then a familiar truck pulled up.

She quickly wiped the tears away when she saw her dad get out and approach her.

She didn’t look at him.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked, looking down at her.

She shrugged. “I don’t want to be anywhere near you or Archie right now.”

Fred’s face scrunched up. “Why me?”

“Because!” She stood up and finally looked at him.“Your attention will always go to him. Your love, your support, your everything!” She shouted.

Fred sighed. “I love you both, equally, Alex.”

She let out a humorless chuckle as she sobbed.

“Could’ve fooled me. You hugged him because he was crying like a little bitch for his elderly girlfriend while i needed that hug because he betrayed me and i’ve never wanted to hurt myself more in my life.” She cried and sobbed harder.

Fred pulled her in for the hug she needed so desperately. “Ssshh, hon. Everything will be okay.”

She sobbed into his chest and hugged him back.

Archie watched from the truck. He cried when he saw how hurt she was.

“Let’s go home, Alex. You’re freezing.” Fred said.

She nodded.

They got into the truck. Alex didn’t say anything to Archie. She didn’t even look at him.

When they got home, she went straight to her room.

As soon as her body hit her bed, she fell fast asleep.

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I was tagged by @140smashedguitars​ to answer these questions. Thank you! ;D

1. Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

A - Age: cantankerously old B - Birthplace: Virginia C - Current Time: 1:41

D - Drink You Last Had: Blood orange lemonade E - Easiest Person To Talk To: my gal  F - Favourite Song: sweet thing by van morrison

G - Grossest Memory: Having a tube up my nose down to my stomach when I overdosed

H - Horror Yes or Horror No: YASSSSS it’s my favorite everything I - In Love: Feelsy J - Jealous of People: eh K - Killed Someone: technically? L - Love At First Sight Or Should I Walk By Again: eh M - Middle Name: Kathleen N - Number of Siblings: a sister and two half sisters O - One Wish: A cabin in the woods with someone to love and a bunch of dogs P - Person You Called Last: mom Q - Question You Are Always Asked: Why do you look so angry R - Reason to Smile: love, drugs, queerness  T - Time You Woke Up: 10 U - Underwear Colour: grey V - Vacation Destination: I really want to go to new orleans  W - Worst Habit: i mean pick a card really  X - X-rays: i have broken so many bones its not even funny. gotta stop punching people and falling out of things  Y - Your favourite food: sushi Z - Zodiac Sign: Aries sun, gemini moon, aquarius rising

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2. Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people

Nickname: Matches

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5′6

last thing i googled: skam season 4

Favorite music artist: It’s always a tie between brand new, my chemical romance, and nine inch nails (but brand new if i had a gun to my head) 

Song stuck in my head: high enough 

Last movie i saw: wonder woman

What am i wearing right now?: a misfits shirt and some gay ass shorts 

Why did a chose my URL?: the slogan for my home state virginia is “virginia is for lovers” but i am a hater

Do you have any other blogs?: @officialchernabog is my aesthetic blog and i have some other names reserved 

What did your last relationship teach you?: dont date men 

Religious or spiritual: witchy agnostic 

Favorite color: grey 

Average hours of sleep: so variable 

Lucky number: 13 

Favourite characters: Jyn erso, ellen ripley, jillian holtzman

How many blankets do you sleep with: I just have a galaxy comforter

Dream job: something in nature, possibly involving mushrooms or wolves