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[supercap2319]

Too Hot to Handle

Archie Andrews x Male Reader

A/N: Smut. Just smut. Porn with plot.

Y/N was hot. It seemed the weather in Riverdale was trying to suffocate him in its intense heat. He was sweating all over his body and his underwear was probably now stuck to his ass. How gross. He threw the blankets and comforters off him as he got up and walked towards his window to let in the cool night air. Hopefully, it will cool up in here after that.

Y/N went to open up his window and saw that Archie had his own window opened up already. He must have been trying to beat the heat, too. It was funny. He had been window mates with Archie since they were kids. Archie was a year older than him, the same age as his older sister Betty. So, it wasn’t all that surprising to see Archie at his window, playing his guitar or walking around shirtless. Y/N wonders if Archie knows about the free peep shows he gives Y/N. How he walks around his room with clothes, and sometimes without them.

Kevin once made a comment: ‘Game-changer! Archie got hot! He's got abs now! Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight, Y/N.’ The young Cooper boy blushed and turned away from Archie, pulling his shirt down and looking at his phone.

Now here he was, the same window. Same position. Only no Archie Andrews.

Or maybe there could be….

He opens his window and goes to his nightstand as he unlocks his phone as he opens a new message and texts Archie. Hey, Arch? Are you awake?

He waits for a few minutes before three dots show up before Archie texts him back. Yeah. Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, sleeping? 🤨

Y/N chuckles as he texts back. I should be. But it’s fucking hot. I couldn’t sleep.

Me too. I’m sleeping in a shirt and underwear.

Bet you’d look better with no shirt or underwear on. 😉

Oh, really? Maybe I’ll give you a private show right now. Go to your window.

Y/N frowns as he puts his phone down and walks towards his window as he waits before he sees activity in Archie’s room as he spies the ginger haired boy coming to his window and even though it’s dark outside; he can still see Archie’s smile as he winks. Y/N watches as Archie begins to slow sway his body back and forth like a male dancer and it’s obvious that he’s seen Magic Mike one too many times, as he rolls his body and his hands travel down to the hem of his shirt as he slowly pulled it up and Y/N got a view of those gorgeous abs of his as Archie pulls it all the way off his head and runs as hand through his hair with a smile.

If he wasn’t hard before, he certainly was now, as he couldn’t believe that Archie Andrews, the boy next door, would do something so proactive. The way Archie ran a hand down smooth skin and muscle and pinched his lips as he moans softly as Y/N palms himself through his underwear as he moans. Their relationship was about being best friends who flirted, but Y/N definitely had a crush on Archie even before was old enough to know what a crush was. Y/N assumed that he had no chance with him because he was straight, but now he wasn’t so sure. Archie then begins to pull his underwear down slowly as he teased Y/N until they’re all the way now and he’s as bare as the day he was born.

Y/N probably would have cum right then and there at the hot sight, and it only got better as Archie took his flaccid cock in his hands and began to stroke it off to Y/N, watching him and man that was hot. Seeing Archie pump his cock at his window was something out of a bad pornographic film. It was completely phallic.

He watched as the ginger boy ran a thumb over the head and assumed it was starting to leak precum, and Y/N wished nothing more than to be in Archie’s room right now. Y/N grabs his phone and shoots him a text. Can I come over?

Almost immediately, he got a response. Yes!!! My dick wants your pretty boy mouth.

Y/N’s dick hardens in his underwear as he puts on shorts and shoes, not bothering with a shirt as he sneaks out of his room and walks downstairs and out the door to the Andrew residence and finds the front door unlocked as he quietly entered the house and walks the stairs towards Archie’s room. Making sure not to wake up, Mr. Andrews as walks inside his son’s room.

Archie is bathed in the light of the moon and he looks so beautiful like that. Naked in the moonlight. Definitely hot werewolf material. He walks closer as the older boy smirks at him. “You showed up here pretty quickly.”

“Well, I had to come over and pay for my hot strip show, didn't I?” Y/N got closer to Archie and stroked his chest. “Though I don’t have any twenties with me. Or fifties.” Archie smiles. “That’s okay. I’m sure there are other ways for you to repay me.” He traced a finger over Y/N’s lips as the other boy opened his mouth and sucked on it seductively as Archie moaned softly.

Y/N pulled off as Archie’s eyes darken with lust. “How about you get on your knees for me?” Y/N slowly sank to his knees in front of his best friend, not taking his eyes off him as he did. He was at the same level as Archie’s cock, and it certainly had grown up as well. Much different from all the time, Y/N saw Archie’s cock when they were kids changing their wet swimming trunks or taking baths together.

Reaching out a hand, Y/N wrapped his fingers around Archie’s dick and began to pump the hot ginger boy. He felt it begin to grow in his hand as the Andrews male moaned in pleasure. Y/N stroked Archie like he would his own manhood, but rougher, and twisted his hand at the head as it began to wet his palm with precum. All wet and slick as he went faster as Archie groaned.

He placed his lips on the mushroom head and gave it a kiss as the cock jumped underneath his touch. “Stop teasing me, Y/N,” Archie warns as the younger male opens his mouth and wraps his lips around Archie’s hard prick. Archie whines as he feels Y/N’s hot mouth on his cock. Y/N licks all around the member underneath the shaft and swirls his tongue on the head as he begins to bob his head back and forth. The only sounds that can be heard are Archie’s cries and the slurping noises of Y/N on his dick.

Y/N puts a hand down his own shorts and stroking his own hard on as he continues to suck Archie off. This was so hot. This was like all the wet dreams that he had, except he was blowing Archie in his room, and not in the showers after practice at school. Archie runs a hand through his hair and raked his nails over his scalp. “Ooh, nice pretty boy sucks really good cock. Can I fuck your mouth, Y/N?”

Y/N pulls off for a second and nods. “Yeah, Arch. Please?” His voice is hoarse as Archie reinserted his cock inside his mouth as he began to thrust his hips. Y/N feels Archie slide in and out of his mouth as the older boy grabs a fist full of his hair and begins to pick up speed as he fucks his mouth. While he was doing this, Y/N was snaking his fingers over Archie’s smooth and muscled ass as he gave it a firm squeeze before he snuck a finger between his ass. He teased his cheeks, Archie spread his legs allowing Y/N more access to tease his hole as Archie got even hornier and began to go faster and hard as he face fucked him.

Pretty soon, Archie was close. “I’m going to cum, Y/N. Gonna shoot inside your mouth.” Y/N hummed as Archie cried out as he spilled inside Y/N, flooding his mouth with hot cum. The young Cooper boy swallowed most of it, but some of it dropped from his mouth and that was a hot sight to Archie. Y/N wiped his mouth as Archie helped him to his feet and smiled. “Was that a good enough payment?”

Archie mirrored his smile. “It was. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I should probably go unless you want to continue further?” Y/N asked as Archie looked at him. “You really want to?”

Y/N nods. “I do. I've always wanted to know what it would be like to be fucked by you.”

Archie was shocked, but turned on as well as he turned Y/N around and pushed him down towards the window. He pulled Y/N’s shorts and underwear down as he kicked off his shoes. as he felt Archie’s hands on his ass cheeks. Y/N bit his lips as he felt Archie’s hot breath on his hole. It clenched underneath the warm air as Archie chuckled. “You’ve thought about this, huh? Did you also fantasize about me rimming you, too?”

Y/N nods. “Yeah. In my bed. In the shower.”

“Well, let’s make that fantasy a reality.” Y/N sucked in a harsh breath as he felt Archie’s tongue inside his hole. He groaned and laid his head on the panel of the open window. If only his family could see this. Getting his ass eaten out by Archie Andrews as the hot ginger wiggled his tongue inside his walls and slowly opened him up as his hand traveled down to stroke his cock, but Archie slapped it away. “Unh-uh-uh-uh. No pleasuring yourself. That's my job, baby.” Y/N shivers at the nickname as Archie stops rimming him and stroking his cock from behind before putting it in his mouth and sucking on it.

Y/N moans as Archie alternates between his cock and hole. He’s getting a rim and blowjob at the same time, and his senses are getting overwhelmed. Y/N closes his eyes as he feels fingers enter him. Y/N throws his head back and grips the side of the windowsill tightly. “Oh god, Archie!” Y/N whined. “Feels good?” Y/N nods.

“Yeah. How are you so good at gay sex?”

“Lots of porn. Advice from Kevin. I really wanted to do this with you and I studied up,” Archie said as he began to thrust his fingers into his hole. After a few minutes of fingering, he pulled his fingers out. Y/N is all hard and horny as he licks his lips. “Hey, Arch?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Can you fuck me against your bedroom wall?” Y/N blushed as Archie smirks. “Oh, you have a wall sex kink, hmm?” He stands Y/N up and kisses him on the lips. “Anything you want you, baby.” He pushed him towards the wall and lifted him up as Y/N wraps his legs securely around his waist as Archie positions his cock towards Y/N’s hole as he slowly enters him. Y/N shuttered as put his head on Archie’s shoulder. “You’re so big, Andrews.”

“Who knew a pretty boy like you could talk so dirty?” Archie continued until he was all the way in before pulling out and slamming back in as Y/N yelped. Archie starts at a slow pace as he feels his cock push Y/N’s tight barriers away. He’s really tight. Y/N moves his head to look at Archie as they share another kiss as the older male begins to go faster and harder. Y/N moans against Archie’s lips as he thrusts in and out of him. He’s like a beast in heat as he slammed his cock into him as Y/N holds onto him for dear life as he feels the cocktip hit his tight ring of muscle and that special spot that has Y/N seeing stars.

The wall makes noises as Archie fucks Y/N over and over again as he moans. Y/N feels Archie hit his prostate, and he’s in pure ecstasy. The ginger then carried him off the wall and onto his bed as he lays Y/N down and puts his legs over his shoulders as he begins to fuck him once again. The way he rolls his hips into him, snapping them forward as he hits Y/N’s special shot as Y/N moans out his name. Archie is sweating as his thrusts get sloppier and harder. “I’m close. I’m so close, Y/N.”

“Cum Arch. Cum inside me. Pump me with your load.” Y/N said. Archie closes his eyes. "Ah, shit!” He shoots his load inside Y/N, flooding his wall with sticky semen. Archie rides his high as he groans. “Wow, Archie. That was hot.”

“It was. But you still need release.” Archie wasted no time and engulfed Y/N’s length down to the root, sucking his cock good and fast as Y/N arched his back and tugged on his hair. “Oh, Archie, I’m gonna… cum!” Archie sucks harder and bobs his head as Y/N closes his eyes and cums in Archie’s mouth, spilling his pearly white load as some of it hits Archie’s face. Y/N comes down from his high as he looks at Archie with cum on his face, bathed in moonlight. “Damn, Archie. You look good with cum on your face.”

“And your tight ass looks good, filled to the brim with cum.” Archie lays down on top of him as Y/N rubs his back. “Can I sleep over? I’m too tired and too sore to move.” Archie chuckles and kisses him as he holds him close. “Of course. Don’t want my boyfriend to walk home with an ass full of cum.”

Y/N chuckles.

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[theycallmebecca]

Cowboy!Ari receiving baby cowboy boots along with an ultra sound 🤠

Oh my goodness, nonny! This is an adorable idea!!!

Also... is the title a play on basically everything Charlie Brown... yes... yes, it is...

Anyway, this is part of my Becca’s Sugary Sweet Dad Collection! It’s story number one!

Also, I am tagging all these stories with Becca’s Sugary Sweet Dad Collection as well as with Becca's Sugary Sweet Dad Collection, the difference being the formatting of the apostrophe because tumblr has it both ways... annoyingly.

Becca’s Sugary Sweet Dad Collection Masterlist

Title: You're Going to be a Dad, Ari Levinson

Pairing: Ari Levinson x female reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: pregnancy

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

You'd left the doctor's office with a plan already forming in your mind, but as you drove up the dirt road to the ranch house you shared with you fiancé, Ari Levinson, you started to worry.

Kids hadn't not been in your guys plan, but they hadn't been a right now plan. It had been a thing for the future.

"The future is here," you muttered to yourself as you parked in front of the house.

Knowing Ari would be out with the animals until dinner time, you went into the house and straight up to yours and Ari's room.

If it hadn't been for Maggie, the elderly woman that had been taking care of the house since Ari was a baby, you wouldn't have even gone to the doctor today while you were in town. But she had been nagging you about taking a pregnancy test for a few weeks now and you didn't want her to know she had been right before Ari knew what was going on.

Tonight was all about telling Ari.

Tomorrow, though, you'd tell Maggie and Archie, her husband who was the ranch's foreman.

After preparing your gift for Ari, you went to your office to work until dinner time. Maggie and Archie usually ate with you an Ari, but you knew that they had plans in town with their daughter and her family.

It was a little after 6 when you heard Maggie call out a "good night".

Going downstairs, you carefully hid Ari’s present in the kitchen pantry before you threw together a quick and easy meal for the two of you.

Ari came into the house about twenty minutes later and gave you a quick kiss before he went to take a quick shower before dinner.

“It smells amazing in here,” Ari said, when he returned ten minutes later. “Should we open a bottle of wine?”

“You’re welcome to,” you told him. “But I’m going to have to lay off the wine for awhile.”

“But you love wine,” Ari remarked, giving you a curious look.

Knowing he’d figure it out himself before you had a chance to tell him, you opened the pantry and grabbed the giftbag.

“This is for you,” you said, hoping to distract him before he could figure it all out.

Ari stared at you a second longer before he opened the bag and looked in. Confusion showed on his face for half a second as he pulled out a tiny part of cowboy boots. Then he saw the rolled up paper tucked in one of the shoes.

Setting the bag and the shoes down on the counter closest to him, he unrolled the paper and you saw his mouth drop as his eyes studied the sonogram image. Then his eyes went to the tiny pair of boots before.

“We’re having a baby?” he asked.

You nodded your head, suddenly feeling your emotions bubbling at the surface.

Ari took half a second to put the sonogram image on the fridge before he made his way to you and wrapped his arms around you.

As soon as you were secure in his arms, you started to sob. “Happy tears,” you managed to spit out. “I promise.”

He chuckled and kissed you before saying, “We’re having a baby!”

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[flamingo-writes]

Shared Puppyhood – TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

A lil drabble I thought of while walking my dog. And I may be projecting myself a bit here...

Summary: It's strange when you think about it. You have a dog, who you share with Spiderman. And it all happened because Spiderman, the guy you'd been patching up for the last months one day got to your apartment slightly injured, but in his arms he had a dog who needed medical attention far more urgently than him. And while caring the dog back to health, you ended up adopting it, and Spiderman in a way too. Who knew this dog would completely change your lives.

Warnings: mentions of wounds, swearing.

Peter swung by, eventually landing next to your window as he gently used his foot to slide your window open. Carrying a bag of dog food over his shoulder, managed to get inside your apartment in one swift move.

And soon, he was greeted by the sound of paws hitting the wood floor as a medium black dog with long thin hair welcomed him with a wiggling tail and excited eyes.

"Hey, buddy" Peter said kneeling before him and scratching it's head. "How's Archie doing? What's up in your fluffy doggy life, huh?" He continued as he took off his mask, kissing the dog's head.

"Peter?" You asked nervously from somewhere else in your apartment as he got up and walked out of your room, greeting you as you walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "For fucks sake, you scared me for a second there..." You sighed exasperated.

Peter’s heart skipped a beat not expecting to come in such a moment. He looked away shyly and cleared his throat.

"I should've called before, right?" He said walking out of your room and using a web to pull the dog food towards him. "I remembered you said Archie almost ran out of food so I brought a new bag"

"Oh thank you, Pete!" You sighed relieved. "Yeah, I was gonna buy it later this week..." You said looking at the 44lb bag and then at him. "Thank you!" You said smiling at him before walking towards your room. "Give me 5 minutes while I change..."

"Sure, take your time" He said as he heard the door closing behind you and he headed to the livingroom, followed by Archie as he kept wiggling his tail at Peter.

Peter had grown familiar to your apartment, as the livingroom soon stopped looking like a ER. Since one day he accidentally fell into your fire escape and he'd begged you over and over again to not take him to the hospital, you turned out to be a drop out veterinarian student and knew enough to patch him up.

"Why did you quit?"

"It's a very stressing lifestyle...You try your best for the sake of the animals, and most people are ungrateful..." You told him among other things.

And while now you worked as an elementary teacher, you still retained most of your knowledge. Specially since Spiderman would often knock on your window, wounded and apologizing beforehand. And every time, you stitched him up without hesitation. Feeling bad for making you patch him up every time, he made sure to bring all the materials he used up, sutures, gauze, peroxide...And a few more things like May's banana bread, or donuts, even coffee.

"I'm sorry. I know this is one of the reasons you quit being a vet tech, but–"

"Hey, it's okay. I don't mind patching you up...You've proven to be a lot more grateful than many of the people I came across at the veterinarian hospital..."

Those words made something in him tick. And from then, he only fell more and more each time he knocked on your window.

Although, he never told you his name. For a good three months you just knew the face behind the mask, as well as most of his body as he often arrived with wounds in several parts of his body. But he always refused to tell you his name. You called him Spidey, or sometimes just Bug. And he soon started calling you Bug in return.

Especially one time he knocked on your window with an injured dog, calling your name.

"Please, help me. There was this warehouse on fire and he was trapped inside" He said desperately. "I know I should take it to an actual vet hospital, but I can't afford it, and I couldn't leave him behind"

It was the desperation in his words and the tears in his eyes that made broke your heart and made you do something about it instead you did what you could with what you had at home.

Lucky enough, the dog had a few burns in his paws and tail, nothing too serious, the rest of the dog was intact, except from a mild sore throat from breathing smoke.

And while the dog was resting and getting better, Spiderman went every single day to your apartment, mostly to see the dog and to thank you over and over again. His little food gifts were more than enough for you, but Peter didn't know how else to repay you.

"What will happen once the dog has fully healed" You asked him.

"I'd say put him up for adoption, but honestly...I'm too attached to him to give him up..."

"I can't keep him, Bug..." You whispered. "I can barely afford my own living..."

"Yeah...I know...Me too, also I can't have him at my apartment..."

Seeing that none of you wanted to give him up, and finding a home for him was hard, since finding a home for a medium adult dog wasnt as easy as finding a home for a puppy. You two somehow agreed on keeping the dog, but sharing the expenses. You let the dog stay at your place, walked him in the mornings before work, and got his vaccines covered with help from your friends from vet school, and Peter made sure the dog always had food, and bought him toys and treats. Whenever you had to leave for the weekend, Peter would stay at your place watching over the dog.

"How should we name him?" He asked.

"Something cute..." You purred. "He looks like...Peter, don't you think?"

"Don't name him that!"

"Why not? It's not like you–" You stopped as the penny dropped. "Your name is Peter?"

"What? No....no, no. My name is not–" He stuttered, sighing as he realized it was pointless at this point. "Yes, my name is Peter..." you burst out laughing.

"What a way to finally learn your name!" You chuckled and looked at him. "I stand by what I said earlier, Peter is a nice name"

"Thanks..."

"How about Archie?"

As you walked out of your room, wearing clean pajamas you greeted Peter with a smile, as he felt the air get knocked out of his lungs.

"You look comfy" He pointed out, looking at your shorts decorated with sheeps of all tones of white and brown.

"Thank you, I bought these pajamas at Costco!" You said making a dumb pose, with your shorts and matching shirt of a sheep jumping over a fence. Peter giggled. "Want to stay over for dinner?"

It wasn't the fanciest dinner. It consisted of microwave pizza with leftover salad you made earlier that day. But it was better than anything Peter could ask. Mostly because he had your company making the chewy pizza taste like one of the best things he'd had.

"Thank you, Bug" He purred, calling you by the affectionate nickname he decided to call you. "For dinner"

"Thank you for Archie's food"

"It's nothing..." He said looking at you with a gentle smile with eyes that seemed to melt with adoration. "I should go, it's getting late, and you work early tomorrow"

"Sure..." You murmured, looking away from his gorgeous dark eyes as you hoped he'd stayed a little longer.

You walked him towards your room, as your window was his preferred main door. Stopping in front of your window, he spun on his toes and looked at you, holding his mask on one hand, as he gently brushed your cheek with his free hand's finger.

"See you soon?" He asked as you met his stare and nodded.

"You're always welcome, you know that. You don't even have to wait for me to get home, my window is always open. You can just pop in and play with Archie or take him for a walk or...whatever" You said, as Peter smirked, knowing this speech by heart as you often told him over and over again he could come in whenever he pleased.

"Thanks" He said as he turned around, holding his mask now in both hands, as he was ready to jump out the window, but something was stopping him.

An intrusive thought.

"Is everything alright?" You asked, noticing the way he stood there staring at his hands.

"Hm? Yeah..." He sighed, shaking his head. "Ah, fuck it" He said as he turned around, facing you again and stared into your confused gaze. "Hypothetically speaking...What would you do if I..." He cleared his throat. "Lets say, kiss you?"

Your eyes widened as your cheeks soon started burning and blushing. "I-I...Don't know" You purred. "Why don't we figure it out?" He smiled at your shy response as he threw his mask to your bed and cupped your face at once.

He'd be lying if he said he'd never fantasised of this moment before. Kissing you for the first time. Although, not even in his wildest dreams it felt as good as it did now.

His lips pressing against yours delicately as you kissed him back right away. Lips shyly locking together as you figured out each other's pace. Your heart igniting as you wrapped your arms around him, bringing him closer as he mirrored your movements. Melting into each other's embrace as the undisclosed feelings you had for one another finally surfaced mixed in that kiss. It was tender, shy, and it was so sweet.

He hummed, breaking the kiss as he cupped your face gently. "Thanks"

"For what?" You chuckled softly, meeting his chocolate eyes.

"Everything" He said. "Patching me up, helping Archie, keeping my secret, the shared puppyhood, being you..."

You smiled and looked away feeling slightly flustered as you hugged him and hid your face in his chest.

"No need to thank me..." You replied as he hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. "I'm happy to help"

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[heytherejulietx]

tipping point - bughead

↳ requested by @crazymisscarly for my writing for riverdale again prompts. i don’t know how this got so sad i’m so sorry lmfao i got carried away i hope you enjoy it all the same!

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↳ 1.2k word count

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The car was silent. It had been for the past twenty minutes, and Betty was under the assumption that it would stay like that until they got back to town.

The gentle drag of Jughead’s fingers against her thigh was pretty much the only thing that was keeping her grounded at that point in time, from letting her mind wander too far into the dark like it did sometimes. Her hands were curled into fists at her waist where her arms had wrapped around herself, making her smaller against the seat. Her fingernails dug into the soft cotton of her jumper instead of her palm. The half-moon scars hadn’t been reopened in months, and she wanted to keep it that way. Even if it was hard in times like that.

If she closed her eyes and thought hard enough, the sound of the shattering glass at Veronica’s cabin could be heard again. Or the many voices that were shouting in the living room, demanding the four friends to kneel. An involuntary shudder ran through the blonde at the memory; the way the wooden flooring pressed against her knees uncomfortably as she knelt down, her hand holding such a tight grip on Jughead’s that it trembled.

Maybe it wasn’t the threats that had scared her so much. Looking at those faces, covered by black hockey masks to obscure most of their features, it just reminded Betty of the Black Hood, the serial killer who had called and traumatised her for weeks on end. And even though the sociopath was dead, it still scared her. If her phone rang unexpectedly sometimes it made her flinch, and her heart beat against her chest painfully as she answered, even though she knew it couldn’t possibly be the Black Hood. She had to change her ringtone after a week when she kept getting scared by the ironically cheery tune. Or if it wasn’t that scaring her, then the thought of what those men could have done to them brought her mind back to the night that she’d helped her mother dispose of the body in her house, the night that still left her feeling nauseous when she thought about it.

The car hit a pothole in the road, and the sudden jolt that roughly brought Betty out of her thoughts caused her to flinch, her hand gripping Jughead’s wrist with immediate fear. Her eyes had blurred over with unshed tears so she couldn’t see as her boyfriend moved beside her, but she felt the hand as it left her leg, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders instead.

“Betty,” His voice was low against her temple, as he probably didn’t want to disturb Veronica and Archie with the hushed conversation. “Take a deep breath.”

It was only then that she realised how much she had been trembling, and her lips parted to suck in a deep breath as her hand gripped onto his jumper, making a fist in that material instead. Her seatbelt was making it harder to completely tuck herself into him, so she pulled the top of it to slacken the belt which allowed her to shuffle closer to him as the tears finally started falling.

“We’ll be back soon,” He was whispering into her hair as he pressed a kiss to her head, and his free hand moved to replace the other on her thigh, gently dragging his fingers against the skin once more. “We can go and stay at mine or at yours, wherever you want. I won’t leave you alone.”

The thought of staying under the same roof as Chic after that night made her stomach lurch, so she had started shaking her head as soon as he mentioned her house. “I can’t go back to mine.” She whispered tearfully, and she felt him nod against her head.

“You don’t have to, you can stay at mine.” Jughead held her a little tighter, and Betty sniffled as she pushed herself closer into his embrace.

She didn’t say anything else for a while. His fingers continued to gently trace along her thigh, and she allowed herself to focus on that touch again, the warmth of his hand against her trembling leg. Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on his touch, so that she didn’t think about the cabin, or the Black Hood, or the body. The sound of the Black Hood’s voice in her ear over the phone. The blood that stained her hands and clothes as she knelt on her kitchen floor. The smell of the bleach as she scrubbed the-

“Hey guys,” It was Veronica’s voice that broke her train of thought, and Betty blinked through her tears to look up at her equally tired best friend. “We’re here.”

Betty had to force her fingers to unwrap from around Jughead’s jumper so they could get out of the car. His hand remained a gentle touch against her arm as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, and once he had followed her outside his palm moved to her lower back to keep her steady. She was still trembling somewhat, and when she took a glance over towards Veronica and Archie they were stood just about the same way on the other side of the car to them.

The bright neon lights from the Pop’s sign blurred her vision even further, and Betty had to blink another few times before she could see clearly. The pink light reflected off of the recently-polished car in front of them, like how the candlelight in the cabin had reflected off of the axe-

Jughead pulled her into her arms, and it was only then that Betty truly realised how much harder it was getting to suck in a breath through her suddenly thick throat. He was mumbling something that she couldn’t quite hear as his hand cupped the back of her head, and she gripped onto the soft material of his jumper again as she forced a breath in. She had been feeling even more anxious recently, with the incident with Archie and the Black Hood, and then the body at her house. Maybe this was finally the long-awaited tipping point that she had been expecting for months, ever since the Black Hood had started calling her.

“Betty?” Veronica’s hand was on her shoulder - it was smaller and more delicate than Jughead’s hands on the back of her head and her waist. “We’re home now, it’s okay.”

She nodded into Jughead’s shoulder, and took in another breath as she gripped onto him tighter. “I know,” The words were a little choked out, but were still honest. “I just… it’s a lot.”

Betty didn’t need to say more because she knew that they’d understand, and she was given evidence of that when Jughead held her more lovingly against himself, his touch less worried than before. Veronica gently rubbed her shoulder before the touch was lifted, and Betty heard her mention that she and Archie would get them a table inside to give them a moment alone. The thought of guilt passed through her thoughts, that they had all been through the same thing so she shouldn’t need special treatment, but in that moment Betty was too tired to need anything other than her boyfriend’s support.

“I’m okay,” Still, she didn’t want him to worry about her on top of everything else, so the words were mumbled into his jumper as she held onto his waist. “Really.”

“Me too.” The words were mumbled against her forehead, before a gentle kiss was left behind afterwards. He wasn’t okay either and she could tell, but there was comfort in the fact that they were home, and it would allow them to get through it together.

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#5

“I know something sweeter than cookies” Hardenshipping! If you’re still doing the starter asks!

Why of course! I’m always open for fanfic ideas! <3 Here you go, luv! Hope you enjoy!!

There was no hiding the fact that Maxie had a gigantic sweet tooth. He tries his absolute best to hide this.. but Archie can read him like a book, and pretends not to notice.

So after Archie got done making about 12-15 cookies, he headed upstairs to take a shower, since he had cookie dough all over him. He was a good cook, but not a tidy one.

Once he knew that Archie left the room, he stole about 5-6 of them and began to eat them right away, feeling no sort of guilt whatsoever. He loves his husband’s baking and could eat it all day.

Archie, after leaving the shower, came back downstairs and saw almost half of them were gone.

“Are ye serious, Max…?” He chuckled to himself, cleaning up the rest of the cookie dough mess, then proceeded to hide the rest of them from his sugar craving husband. “Hey, Max!”

Ironically, he still had one in his mouth. “Mm?”

“Maxie!”

“Wh-Whaffft??” He called from the other room. His voice was clearly muffled.

“Did ye eat about half of me cookies? I left them here a few minutes ago.”

…..

“Babe?”

“Mrro. I did mrro sucfffh thing.”

He walks into the other room and sees Maxie crouched down in the couch quickly wiping his face with his shirt sleeve.

“Where did half me cookies go, babe?” Archie asked, eyebrow raised and smirk plastered on his face.

Maxie tried playing dumb and just timidly shrugged his shoulders. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been in here all evening.”

“Uh huh… right..” Archie grinned, sitting down next to him. “If that was true… then why do ye have crumbs on the couch? Yer usually the one who gets in a fuss when there’s crumbs on the couch.”

He was running out of excuses. Archie knew that he wasn’t a good liar.

“Max.. tell me the truth.”

He finally gave up and covered his face in embarrassment. “Ok, fine.. yes… I did… But can you blame me?? They’re amazing.”

Chortling, Archie put an arm around him. “If ye wanted some.. ye could’ve just asked.” He teased. “I ain’t dumb, I know ye’ve got a sweet tooth. A big one.”

A blush creeped up from his neck to his ears. “S-So what if I do?”

“Well…” Archie began. “Yer gonna have to pay me back for all of those cookies, Max.”

“How?? I ate them.��

Archie smiles at him more. “It’s obvious, love. Ye pay me back with something sweeter.”

“Sweeter?” He rolls his eyes. “What on earth is sweeter than your cookies?”

“Oh, I know something much sweeter than cookies…” His grin turned into a big smirk. “And ye already have it..”

The redhead was extremely confused now. “I’m not sure that I understand…”

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#4

Archie was bored.

And when Archie gets bored, he gets mischievous.

He just saw his husband resting in their chair, probably reading a book. But the more that Archie watched, the more mischievous he got. He could hear his husband humming, so he knew that he was distracted.

“Mmmm~ mmm mmm~”

*smirk*

Archie slowly crept up closer to the chair. He started singing the Jaws theme.

“Duh dun…”

The peaceful humming came to a halt, and was replaced with a squeak. He saw Maxie sink down into the chair.

“Duh dun…”

“Archie, I can see you. I swear to god.. if you even think of trying anything, I will kill you.” He grumbled.

That just made him even more mischievous. He smiled a wide grin, then kept singing with a faster tempo.

“Duh dun duh dun duh dun duh dun duh dun-“

“NO!”

It was too late for Maxie to run away, so he just waited in anticipation for whatever Archie had in store for him. He sunk down the farthest he could into the small chair.

Then it became silent.

Maxie hesitated, but he turned around to see if Archie was still sneaking up on him, but he didn’t see him.

Turns out, he was right on other side of the chair.

Maxie let out a sigh of relief, but all that went out the window when Archie jumped up from behind the chair, playfully growled, and grabbed his waist from behind.

“WHAT THE HELL-! A-ARCHIE!!”

They both hit the floor, Archie had his husband pinned down on the floor, grinning ever so big.

“Y-you gave me a heart attack-!” Maxie yelped. “What is the matter with you?”

Archie grinned at him and pecked a kiss on his cheek. “So I scared ye, huh?”

“YES!” He yelped. “Now can you please let me stand up, so I can kill you?”

“Awww..” Archie pinned him closer to the floor. “Not gonna happen, darling.”

Maxie covered his face in frustration and tried to wiggle himself out of Archie’s grip, but no such luck was found. He got nervous when Archie grinned at him wider.

“Archie…. Wh-What are you going to do?”

A hearty laugh came from the larger man. “Looks like you’ve been caught by a shark, babe..”

“Oh, haha.” He rolled his eyes while still trying to escape. “Very funny. Just because you have teeth like a shark, doesn’t mean you are one.”

“You’re my prey, Max.. and do ye know what sharks do with their prey?”

Maxie got even more nervous, seeing the devious look in Archie’s face. Whatever he was about to do, Maxie was not going to be ready for it.

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#3

You’ll never guess who picked the date spot

35 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

Omg

I’ve done god’s work by putting them together

52 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Maxie: ugh, I need to feel something. Archie, can you tell me something that’ll piss me off?

Archie: Over 60% of your body is water.

Maxie: Yep. That’ll do it.

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Treasure Island edition, Chapter 17

"This ends....today...maybe....unless we drag it out until the morning..." OOC: Don’t forget your genie damage. "Smith, for all the pain you have help cause, for everything you did while pretending to be a simple wooden leg in our midst, it is time to die. Slash and burn!" impressed iguana noises. “You’re right Dingo, I haven’t seen a tree get fucked up like that since the Once-ler went away.” "Oh crap, it's that spring break I spent in Innsmouth all over again." “Counter the Fuck Spell. Sicko!” "I don't think.. it's a... oh, there are tentacles... nevermind." Janus: "When we kill you, I'm gonna whittle a chamber pot out of your stump you morally bankrupt piece of driftwood." Archie: "And I'm gonna make a radical boogie board." MJ: “Can I get a bong?” Janus: "There should be plenty of wood so why not?" OOC: Oh, shit, he’s got truck parts? He’s one of those freaky wood transformers! MJ: “Lightning bolt no Justu!” Amber: "MJ, you aren't a shinobi." MJ: “Wait… I’m not?!? Then how did I shoot lightning?” Cookie: "What is a ... shinobi?" MJ: “Thinly sliced raw fish.” Amber: "Trained warriors from the far east who can cast what they call jutsus with various hand signs." Cookie: "Spellcasting spy fish from the east... got it..." OOC: Put the boots to him, Bizarre-style. “Does it feel like we’re beating up a one legged guy in an ass kicking contest?” We just hold a conversation as their screams echo behind us. “So… did that seem too easy to anyone else?” Oh gods, why have you forsaken us? Was it when we peed in the holy water fountain? Amber: "Now, no one say anything to jinx us and bring down more trouble on us. Especially not that Flint is still alive and waiting for us at the main treasure horde. Darn it! I've spent too much time with you guys." “Oh, hi, Melfina with karate chop action.” "You be a dick you get large phallic burning objects put in you.”

"She knows what she was saying..." "Ded also pirate. Ded just not asshole." "Close only counts in Ogres and Oubliettes." “This seems like it would be more tragic if you’d been a likable father figure instead of some mutinous asshole with a tree-man for a leg.” Pete can be on corpse-dragging duty. As an object lesson. “Anyone want one last puff?” "Thank you, but i'm sure the sight beyond will shock us sober." "Ever get that feeling like you're walking into a monsters mouth?" "Ded actually do that once." "How'd that turn out..?" "Monster surprisingly tasty." * Impressed Tortle Noises * "Ded get feeling economy not ready for this much cash injection." "We'll buy a new economy... Don't worry about it..." "This is Melfina's money after all, do keep that in mind." “Melfina, I need to tell you about student loan debt, and why it is bullshit.” “Nope! Black ships, wrecked or not are a sign of Eldritch NOPE!” "Unless the sword is also wood, I doubt it's a vampire." "Hail and well met, Princess Leshavna. I am a servant of your brother, Kevosh, Prince of Worldly libations. He's the one that likes looking like a nine foot tall owlin." “Oh, hey, is this a Dragonborn? Is your junk on the inside or out?” "I cannot answer that, Lady Jonni, there is a child present." “What kind of sick fuck calls Vesh when there are kids around? Do you know what we’re doing 70% of the time?” “No.”

"Gold zombie..." "I knew it, no place could contain a soul that evil. Even if he died they would boot him out for trying to take over." "Please don't be a dracolich, please." GM: Next time, The Final Boss: Captain Finatrax Flint! OOC: Riftrax Flint? Sounds like a great time. OOC: I'll give them another few minutes and if they aren't on we'll get started without them. OOC2: They’re usually late due to dinner. And could be taco night. Taco night goes longer. OOC: My parents made rack of lamb. Our oven sucks. OOC: Alright, it's past my bedtime. Got to brush my teeth and put plastic wrap over my eyes. Night!

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Our Time || One shot

Summary: Douxie’s remembering the good old times. 

Warnings: angst, mention of character death, that's it I think?

Word count: 1,735

Everything was set. The lanterns were hung up on the trees nearby, providing light to Douxie for the night. The campfire was crackling just a couple of feet away from the round dining table and chairs that Douxie had set up not too long ago. The plates were also ready on the table, waiting to be filled with food.

Douxie magicked up a bouquet of roses, and placed them in the vase that was in the middle of the table.

Suddenly, he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly spun around, staff and bracelet ready, only to see Archie looking up at him in his cat form.

"You seriously thought that I was danger?" Archie questioned with an eyebrow raised.

Douxie magicked his staff away and deactivated his bracelet, "Hehe… yes."

Archie rolled his eyes at his familiar's response, "Do you not remember that you put a ward around this whole area?"

Douxie just shrugged and went back to doing last minute preparations.

After a few minutes of silence, Archie cleared his throat to gain Douxie's attention.

"Yes, Arch?" Douxie asked, turning his gaze to the cat.

Archie pointed to the two figures in the distance heading towards them.

Douxie's eyes widened at how time flew by quickly. He didn't even have time to get changed!

He quickly got behind a tree and used a spell he had recently learned, and changed into a black dress shirt (sleeves rolled up of course), black pants and shoes, keeping his signature skull necklace.

He stepped out from the tree to see Archie fly away. His eyes wandered around until they landed on both you and Jim getting closer. You were wearing a stunning black A-line lace dress that went down to your knees with half laced sleeves and beige heels.

You were blindfolded as Douxie had requested Jim to do to you so you had a surprise.

Douxie could hear you complain to Jim how you didn't like being blindfolded. Jim just rolled his eyes at your antics and told you that all would be revealed in a matter of moments.

Douxie walked up to you two siblings and took you from Jim.

"Thank you, Jim. I'll take her from here," Douxie smiled and took your shoulders.

"No problem, Doux! Tell me the end result!" Jim waved and walked off.

"Douxie, where in the world am I?" you asked.

"Shhh. Be patient, love. All will be revealed," Douxie reassured.

After a few moments, the blindfold on your eyes was taken off.

You took in your surroundings. The trees were decorated with lanterns, a dining table was set and a campfire was already lit. Everything was beautiful.

You spun around to see Douxie holding out a rose for you to take, which you, without a doubt, accepted.

"Shall we, m'lady?" Douxie inquired, holding his arm out.

You nodded and you let him take you to the table.

~~~~~

Douxie had prepared f/f for dinner, and for dessert, an apple pie.

Now, the two of you were quietly sitting on a blanket at the campfire, leaning on each other.

"Love?" Douxie asked.

You hummed in response, letting him know he had your attention.

"Remember the first time we met? I had spilled a drink on the ground in the cafe and you rushed to help," Douxie remembered.

"Yeah," you nodded, memories flooding back.

~~~~~

You anxiously tapped your feet on the ground, waiting for your order to arrive.

You were in a big rush.

Mom had called to tell you that Jim was in the hospital. You knew that he was the Trollhunter, so he had gotten a lot of injuries, though, he didn't need to go to the hospital to get them treated, so you knew that this was serious.

Abruptly, you heard a crash from behind you. You turned around to see a drink had spilled all over the floor. The waiter was already on his knees, trying to clean it up.

You got up from your seat and ran over to help him. You kneeled in front of the guy to hear him faintly say, "Fuzzbuckets". You saw a faint sky blue spark come from his hand.

A wizard.

You placed a hand on his arm, making him look up into your e/c eyes. You mouthed ‘no’ and shook your head, telling him not to perform the spell. He stopped and sighed before cleaning up the mess the old fashioned way with your help.

After helping him, you returned to your seat.

Just when you were about to leave, getting fed up of the wait, the same waiter you had helped rushed up to you, order in hand.

"Hey! You were the one who helped me with the spill a couple of minutes ago, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," you nodded and then added quietly, "And the one who stopped you from using magic as a shortcut."

You smiled and took your order from him. You headed out but got stopped by the same guy.

"Hey, I never got your name. I'm Hisirdoux Casperan, but you can call me Douxie," Douxie winked and held out his hand for a handshake.

"Y/n, Y/n Lake," you replied, shaking his hand. "I'm really sorry, but I really need to go."

He nodded understandingly and waved goodbye.

As you walked to the hospital, you opened the bag that had your food in it, as well as a note. You took it out and read it:

Hey, stranger, who I probably got the name of!

I was wondering if you would grab a bite with me tomorrow at the cafe. 4 pm sharp.

Don't be late.

Yours truly,

Hisirdoux Casperan.

You smiled. You had finally found a fellow magic wielder.

~~~~~

"Then, the time when Jim got a bit overprotective of you when you were at the bookstore."

"A bit?"

"Okay, extremely overprotective of you."

~~~~~

The sun was shining high in the sky, your hair moving along with the gentle breeze, and a nice cup of coffee in your hands while you and Jim made your way to GDT Arcane Books.

Jim opened the door to reveal Archie, Douxie's familiar lying on the ground near the fireplace.

"Hey, Archie!" you greeted.

"Hello," Archie called.

You turned your attention away from the cat and to Jim, who was looking around in suspicion.

"Jim, what is it now?" you asked, placing your hand on your brother's shoulder.

"It's just… why does this store seem so… magical?" Jim inquired.

"Because a magical being owns the bookstore," you replied.

Jim nodded in response.

"Hello!" a new voice spoke.

You turned around to see Douxie coming out of the back. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jim's gaze harden at the sight of the wizard. He pulled you a bit closer to him.

Overprotective brother mode switched on.

"Hey, Doux. Did you call us in for some help?" you inquired.

"Yep! There's only so much a 900 year old wizard can do by himself," Douxie nodded.

Douxie told you and Jim what he needed help with.

Jim was sent off to get some supplies from around town, to his dismay. He wanted to keep an eye on you and Douxie, but alas, he had to go shopping.

Before Jim had left, you heard him send a death threat to Douxie.

"Don't do anything funny with my sister, Casperan. I won't hesitate to slice your head off with Daylight."

Your eyes widened. You knew Jim didn't like Douxie, but you didn't know that he hated him so much to actually threatened him.

Geez. He's way too overprotective.

You made your way over to Douxie as soon as Jim left the store.

"Don't mind him. He's just overprotective," you told Douxie.

"Uh-huh," Douxie nodded slowly.

~~~~~

"We know each other so well, made so many wonderful memories, we've spent so much time together," Douxie sighed. "And I want to spend more time with you."

You turned your head towards him, silently asking him to elaborate.

Douxie moved away and got up. He lent you his hand, which you accepted and followed suit. He took a deep breath and got down on one knee.

"Y/n, love, we've been through so much together. Good and bad. Sad and happy. And I'll continue to. You made me the most happiest man when you became my girlfriend and I thought I couldn't be any happier. But today may prove me wrong," Douxie expressed.

You gasped and clasped your hand over your mouth as Douxie took out a golden ring with embroidery and held it out.

"Y/n Lake… make me the happiest man in the world. Will you marry me?"

You had tears in your eyes at this point. Douxie looked at you with hope, love, admiration, and so much more as he waited for your answer.

"Yes."

Douxie's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning, and quickly got up. He grabbed your waist and brought you close. He leaned down and softly kissed you as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

~~~~~

Douxie stared at the photo of you two on your wedding day. You were wearing a short lace white dress and beige ankle strap heels and Douxie was wearing a white dress shirt, black tuxedo, black tie, black pants and a rose attached on the left as you two stood in front of each other, hand in hand while Douxie was kissing your forehead.

Douxie placed the photo back and glanced down at his wedding ring. It was simple, a silver band with swirl embroidery as you had the same, but gold. He remembered the feeling of your hand in his. Your giggling. Everything. But alas, ever since you had passed in battle, he couldn't seem to bring any of those memories back.

Tears formed in Douxie's eyes as he remembered the good times.

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal Jim and Claire.

"Hey, Teach. What were you--" Claire started before she noticed the tears streaming down his face.

Douxie wasn't going to cry but as soon as he saw the wedded couple, he couldn't help himself.

Jim and Claire rushed over to Douxie and enveloped the wizard in a hug, attempting to comfort him. He sobbed into Jim's chest as Jim ran his hand through his hair and Claire rubbing Douxie's back.

Nothing was going to be the same without you.

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Fizzy Cider || One-Shot | Hisirdoux Casperan x plantonic!Reader

Summary: It’s probably not the best idea to leave your fellow wizard roommate alone to their potions. You never know what they could be doing to your apartment - nevermind whatever they’re brewing.

Word Count: 1167

Warnings: None!

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Douxie could hear the clinking of glass all the way from the downstairs level of the bookstore. 

"What on earth are they doing up there-"

He peered slightly up at the balcony level and to where the bookstore led to his apartment, as if he'd be able to see what was going on up there from where he stood. A customer found their way into GDT Arcane Books, but just as Douxie turned to ask how he could be of service, there was a shattering of glass from upstairs followed by an "Oh. Well that's not good-" From his roommate. 

He glanced upwards worriedly, only to see a fog rolling out from under the apartment door. "Uhm, if you'll excuse me for.. just a minute." He told the customer, before racing up the stairs. The customer must have also taken note of the concern on the wizard's face and the cloud slowly spreading across the floor and over the balcony. She took one look at the whole thing as Douxie disappeared up the stairs and slowly backed out of the bookstore. 

Douxie knocked on the door to the apartment lightly, calling into the foggy mist, "Hey (Y/n)- you alright up here, love?"

Their voice responded to him from somewhere within the apartment, "Oh yeah! It's good! I'm good. It's good. Don't worry, it's not toxic. It's mostly dry ice. Mostly."

There was a shuffling, followed by a, "Come in, come in!"

The wizard was only mildly afraid of what he'd open the door to, but nonetheless, he wouldn't believe that they hadn't blown themself up without seeing for himself. He conjured up an orb of light to give him a better field of vision through the mist as he tried to find his roommate. 

"In the kitchen!" They called as they saw his blue magic light up the room from the door. 

"What did we say about potions during working hours-" Archie had made his way up from the bookstore as well to see what all the fuss was about. 

"You saiiiiid... not to do it?" He could hear them laughing softly from wherever they were. 

"I only say that because of how they, how do I say, turn out sometimes. Not that I don't love whatever you conjure up- what exactly is it that you're conjuring up?"

"Oh well you see," their voice was suddenly much closer than it had been moments ago, an arm emerged from the mist to grab a hold of Douxie's sweater to lead him to their workspace.

"I was going to try making some of those.. what are they? The never ending flavor things from Willy wonka? Yeah those. But, BUT, then I wanted to carbonate some apple cider and thought it would be cool to put some dry ice cubes in,"

"For some, ya'know, extra flare!"

They gestured some vague jazz hands at the last word, but it was hard to make out from all the fog, though it had begun to clear. 

"Ahuh... yes I see that. But darling, exactly how much dry ice did you use...?"

"Okay so fun story."

"Okay, listening, waiting for the fun part to kick in."

They elbowed him gently and the two of them let out a chuckle. 

"I know dry ice never does," they gestured around at the clouded apartment, vaguely hoping no cops outside saw this and thought you were running some illegal operation in here, "this. But, I'll get to that, hold on."

"I started with two little cubes and it made the cider bubble and ya'know, fog over like a little potion - it was really cool - but then I thought, HEY, if this is what dry ice does by itself, then what would magic do to it???"

"I'm guessing it does this."

"Bingo!"

Douxie tried to cover up his amused laugh with a sigh of disappointment, only to fail miserably.

"Isn't it  c o o l???"

"Yes (Y/n), it's very cool. I'm glad you're having a fun ti- why are you putting your potion ingredients in the fridge-"

The apartment had begun to clear up just enough for him to make out their figure carrying all their little glass bottles over to the fridge. 

"To be faiiiiir, these aren't my potion ingredients. It's just the fizzy cider in little bottles!"

"Now those, over there," They pointed to the area next to the toaster, "are my potion ingredients."

(Y/n) sounded so pleased with themself and Douxie couldn't help but smile, despite his apartment being filled with a cloud of dry ice. It was clearing up, for sure, but that wasn't the point.  

"Which also to be fair, are going in the fridge once I find space for these ones." They jingled the little bottles in their hand to emphasize them going into the fridge. 

"(Y/n) what did I say about needing to put your potion ingredients in the fridge?"

"That it's better to pickle the tadpole tails so they'll last longer outside of refrigeration in the event that our fridge breaks down?"

"I- no. The other thing."

"C'mon Doux! They're on my side of the fridge! And they're small too, not taking up too much space."

"No (Y/n)- your spices don't need to be refrigerated-"

"Ohhhh yes yes, that part. But listen, they're not your average mortal spices! They're magically enchanted spices!" They made ghost noises as if to somehow get the point across. "So, they need to be kept cooooold." They paused for a moment, blinking at him while he peered back in amusement. "Anyways, want some of the fizzy cider????"

Douxie sighed in defeat, rubbing his temples from the whole ordeal.

It wasn't dealing with them that was the problem, the problem was that it wasn't even noon yet.

And this was the second time this week.

It was tuesday.

He didn't actually even have that much of a problem with the potion ingredients in the fridge. It just bothered him to open it only to be greeted with dozens of little jars filled with spices and dried herbs that didn't need to be in there. 

They just didn't need to be refrigerated.

It bothered him that they weren't supposed to be in there, and yet, there they were, plain as day. He sighed again before taking you up on your offer of fizzy cider.

"Sure, might as well try the cause of all this."

Luckily enough by now the fog had cleared enough for him to be able to see again without thinking something was vaguely wrong with his eyes. 

(Y/n) chuckled while pouring him a glass and putting a very small little cube of dry ice in it before passing it over. Then they poured themself a glass, not having tried it yet since they couldn't find where the cups were in all that mess.

"Cheers!"

Douxie laughed softly as he clinked his glass with (Y/n)’s, glad to see that they were at least enjoying this whole ordeal.

#Douxie #Douxie x reader #douxie casperan #douxie casperan x reader #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie imagine #trollhunters #3below #wizards #toa #tales of arcadia #wizards: tales of arcadia #trollhunters: tales of arcadia #3below: tales of arcadia #toa imagine #douxie x y/n #douxie x reader thoughts #wizards toa #one shot #hisirdoux x reader

[black-dragon1998]

Eating at POP’s

Summary: (Y/N) and Cheryl bond go to pop’s and everybody fawns over them.

autor’s note: It isn’t much, just a bunch of fluff. Just wanted to let you guy’s know i’m not abandoning this story event though it has been ages since i posted for it.

P.S.: It is 1AM at the time of writing this so don’t kill me if their are any mistakes in it.

part 1- part 2- part 3

Over the weekend you continue your research about the town. You found out that they had a local bike gang, the ‘South Side Serpents’. Apparently, even small towns like this have their gangs, you were curious if they were the same as the gangs in the city. your research however was interrupted when Saturday afternoon Cheryl Blossom stood at your doorstep. While you were repairing her car you opted on driving her to and from school as well as practice and you had come at a point where she let her guard down when the two of you were alone, but she had never come over without a reason.

She stood at your doorstep in what you think were comfy clothes. You were in a similar state as you hadn’t taken much effort in searching for clothes that morning. Opting for sweatpants and nothing but your sports bra.

“Cheryl? What are you doing here?” your brows scrunched together in confusion. Cheryl couldn’t help but think it was cute. A word that she didn’t think she would ever use to describe someone like you. Even the rough ways you dealt with certain things or people she thought was cute.

“well, you said you would fix my car and looking as I don’t have your number…” Cheryl trailed off. Your chuckle made her look back up at you.

“afraid I would rack your car darling.” The smirk on your face and the nickname made Cheryl blush. It took her a moment to take to pick herself together but was soon back to her usual banter.

“Can’t be careful enough.” She matched your smirk now with her own as you let her in the garage.

  That is how you spend the next two weeks after school and in the weekend working on Cheryl’s car, with her watching you from the couch that was placed in the garage/ workplace. The first time she saw all of the cars and high-tech equipment her jaw dropped. She knew you were rich, but this was even much for her. Imagen her surprise the first time she heard FRIDAY. First, she freaked out and demanded to know if someone else was there. You told her one no there wasn’t anybody else and second that FRYDAY was an IA that you had built together with your uncle after her precious one died.

 Over the hours that she watched you both of you started to relax and now she didn’t even look up when FRIDAY spoke, she even started asking them questions.

“miss I like to inform you that a vehicle from the compound is arriving later today,” FRIDAY informed. She didn’t give too much information because Cheryl was there but not much was needed.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” You thank the AI. You were able to work for a couple more minutes before a body draped itself over your back while being bend forward over the car. Cheryl relaxing was becoming touchy and craving cuddles.

“(Y/N)?” Cheryl asked her voice muffled by being buried in your hoody. The whininess in her voice made you chuckle. She could be so cute when nobody was around to judge her.

“yes, Red?” you look over your shoulder at her and see her pouting.

“I’m hungry.” The way she said it made clear you had to do something about it. You turn around, making her fall into your chest. She immediately pulls away and starts blushing heavily.

“well hum. I can make something or I could drive us to pops. My treat.” You propose shyly. Cheryl looked up and again couldn’t help but think how cute you looked.

“How trustworthy is your cooking?” she asks you with a raised eyebrow. Not really knowing if she trusted you in the kitchen. And chuckling at your reaction.

“Haven’t burned down the kitchen jet, but it would probably be safer if we went out.” You admit scratching the back of your neck. Wanda had tried to teach you how to cook and you weren’t bad but like your mom, it didn’t really interest you and you sometimes forgot you had left something on the fire. So at the compound, Wanda took the role of big sister seriously and forbade you from using the kitchen and always made something from you.

To your surprise, Cheryl agreed to go with you on your bike, something that was short of shocking. When she put on one of your helmets and leather jackets you had to take a minute. You thought she look hot before but that had nothing on her now. She noticed you staring and turned around with one hand on her hip.

“See something you like sugar.” She asked in a flirty tone and you had to shake your head a little to get the daze out and could only nod. Yes, you were liking what you saw.

“you look good in leather.” Was the only thing you could say in response. Instead of saying anything Cheryl smiled and straddled the bike. This woman was going to the death of you.

 A motorcycle-riding up the parking of with 2 people on it did raze a couple of heads. Even more when started recognizing Cheryl as she took off her helmet. Cheryl however didn’t seem to notice or care so you didn’t make a big deal out of it either. It wasn’t going to change the way you were going to treat her, it never did.

Walking out in front of her you held the door open for her and it made her laugh but she accepted it.

“what a gentlewoman.” She teased with a smile.

“well, I do aim to please and saw this hot girl in the parking lot and had to get her attention.” You fired back, with a smirk. She giggled slapping your shoulder before walking in. not ready to let it go you continued.

“you think she would be interested?” you wiggle your eyebrows at her.

  Betty who was sitting at one of the booths in POP’s, together with Veronica, Archie and Jugghead looked up when she heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Thinking one of the Serpents want to kick up some trouble.

“who’s that?” she askes, not recognizing the drive. Her friend's lookup.

“don’t recognize the bike. It is not someone from the Serpents.” Jugghead comments. Something familiar does spike when they see the driver park the bike, not yet realising it's you. At school, you only wear baggy clothes so they had never seen you like this.

“I don’t know who they are but they look good.” Veronica was openly gawking at the muscles that were on display through your leather jacket and skinny jeans. Archie on his turn was checking out the bike under you.

Recognizing your companion wasn’t that hard, her red hair came flowing from underneath the helmet and gave away their identity.

“well, whoever they are they have convinced Cheryl Blossom to ride on a bike with them.” Jugghead didn’t even try to be as amazed as his friends were, even though he was curious who the driver was.

All four being blown away when you took off your helmet and setting it on your lap while smiling at Cheryl who looked at you with a mock glare.

  “don’t have to be so fuzzy Red, you look good either way.” Your smooth words made her heart flutter while heat streamed to her face. Instead of responding she turned and marched toward the door. Although before she could even open it you already holding it open for her. Giving you a small smile she walked in and you followed. Leading Cheryl to one of the booths in the back of the shop. You tell her to relax as you take her order and walked toward the counter.

Sitting down Cheryl had the time to go over all the emotions she was feeling. You made her feel warm and secure. She only ever felled like that with Jason. Over the weekends she spends with you, you insisted you wanted to get to know the ‘real’ Cheryl as you called it and against her better judgment she caved, so she let the bitch side of her drop.

The other thing you did was take care of her, getting her food was only one of the small things you did and you never asked for anything in return. You also checked on her emotionally, telling her it was okay to be sad and mad over Jason’s death. With you, she was allowed to grieve, at school, she always had to keep up her perfect persona and her parents were sharks waiting for her to mess up to break her down some more. To say her feeling for you were growing was an understatement, the only she couldn’t say was where they were growing toward.

So Cheryl couldn’t help but smile when she saw you walking toward her with two food stray in hand.

Part 5

#riverdale #Avengers #avengers crosover #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl x reader #cheryl blossom imagine #avengers x reader #riverdale x reader #riverdale imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #veronica lodge #betty cooper #archie andrews #jughead jones #FXF #Female reader #female x female

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Amour à la française...

For the sweet @strudelcreme​ 🍨🥧🎀

I hope you’ll enjoy the story

In Dordogne, the Basterds had settled in an abandoned house to await orders for their next mission.

But for now, they were all enjoying the beautiful spring days and relaxing. 

Sitting on a stump, Aldo watched his team relax: Donny, Utivich, Zimmermann and Omar played cards while Sakowitz read a book in his corner. Hirschberg napped under an apple tree, Kagan smoked his cigarette while drawing in his notebook, and Hicox read the newspaper. As for Hugo and Wicki, they were chatting in their native language.

But someone was missing. Fortunately, she arrived!

"Here I am!"

Aldo turned his head and smiled as he saw (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group, arrive. This young 21-year-old woman was recruited for her spying and code-breaking skills. 

If to the Allied secret service she was Agent (L/N), to her fellow soldiers she was (Y/N), their "little fairy."

They all fell in love with her pretty face and her adorable smile. And of course, all the Basterds loved to play the role of her servant knight.

Even Hugo, the most taciturn of the group, would smile in her presence!

But the one who had the biggest crush on the young woman was none other than Lieutenant Raine. Ever since (Y/N) joined their group, the former bootlegger had fallen under the spell of the young spy.

His men had noticed this and loved to tease him about it, especially Donny.

And they knew that (Y/N) was not insensitive to Aldo's charm. According to Utivich, they would make a charming couple if the Lieutenant could find the courage to admit his feelings.

In the meantime, Lieutenant Raine was making a pretence of courting the young woman, and that was fine.

Aldo smiled as the young woman greeted the other Basterds, even surprising Hicox with a kiss on the cheek.

She walked over to Raine and said:

"Here I am again, Lieutenant!"

"Please, (Y/N): I already told ya that ya could call me Aldo. When ya say Lieutenant, I feel like an old jackass!"

"But because ya're old!" shouted Donny, causing his comrades to howl with laughter.

"Shut up, Donowitz!" snapped Raine.

Fortunately for Donny, (Y/N) came to his defence.

"Don't take it the wrong way, Aldo: he was only joking!"

Aldo would have railed against his sergeant, but the pleading look in her eyes made him give in.

He grumbled:

"Well, that'll do for this time, Donowitz. But if ya do it again, ya'll be on night duty for the whole damn week! Do I make myself clear?"

The other Basterds just snickered: all it takes is for (Y/N) to make eyes at the obstinate Aldo Raine to give in.

A little later, the Basterds were eating their provisions around a campfire, chatting happily. While eating a piece of bread, Aldo did not take his eyes off (Y/N). He smiled fondly at the young woman joking with Omar and Hirschberg.

He would never admit it to his men, but he was in love with (Y/N) (L/N). Only, did she feel the same way about him, or did she only appreciate him as a friend? 

There was only one way to find out...

The next day.

"Are you sure this is necessary, Lieutenant? I mean, this meeting with French Resistance is a bit suspicious, no?"

"Since I'm telling you, Wicki. Anyway, the Krauts never come around here. Besides, who would suspect a pair in love to be members of the Resistance?"

"Why don't you just say that this mission story is just an excuse to have a date with Miss (Y/N)?" asked Hicox mockingly.

"Shut up, you rosbeef!" snarled Raine.

"He's not entirely wrong, Lieutenant. You'll have to admit that this story is very timely!"

"Stay out of it, Kagan!"

The voice of (Y/N) interrupted this bickering:

"I'm ready!"

As she walked out of the house, all eyes turned to the young woman. She was dressed in a flowery dress and wearing a white hat.

"Damn, girl! You look like an angel!" exclaimed Zimmermann.

"He's right: you are beautiful!" grinned Sakowitz.

"A real beauty queen!" smiled Hugo.

"My dear, you look stunning!" added Archie.

The young woman blushed with pleasure at so many compliments and thanked her companions before turning to Aldo:

"And you, Lieutenant: what do you think?"

"Waddaya want me to say? It's all been said before, doll!"

(Y/N) burst out laughing.

"Are you always this charming with the women you meet?"

The Lieutenant replied with a smirk:

"Nah, only for ya, (Y/N)!"

"If you say so... Well, I think it's time to go. Shall we go?"

"Sure! Well, guys, I'm counting on ya to watch the house! Got it?"

"YES, SIR!" replied the Basterds.

Satisfied, Aldo left for the city with (Y/N) on his arm.

Once their leader had left, Donny asked:

"Well, guys: I don't know about ya, but to me, this dating thing sounds like an excuse to have a quiet date with (Y/N)!"

"I would have been surprised if it wasn't. If you want my opinion, he is going to use this opportunity to confess everything to her!" remarked Wicki.

"What if we were to spy on them? That would be fun!" suggested Hirschberg.

"Why not? It will be a good occupation!" smiled Hicox.

"Let's go, then!" exclaimed Utivich.

They all rushed to the small town where the meeting with the French resistance fighters was supposed to take place. They managed to see Aldo and (Y/N) sitting on the terrace of a small café. 

They hid near a bush, right next to Aldo and (Y/N)'s table.

"Well, what would ya like to drink, princess?"

"Well, I'll have a grenadine. I know, it's not very original..."

"Don't worry about it. Don't feel obliged to order something ya don't like when you're with me! As for me, a good scotch won't hurt me!"

"I didn't know he was so gallant!" murmured Utivich.

"I think we're in for a surprise," replied Donny.

Aldo and (Y/N) sipped their drinks in silence before the young woman asked:

"Do you know how long it will be before we meet the French resistance fighters?"

At these words, the lieutenant became a little embarrassed:

"How can I explain this to ya? Well, let's say they won't come now... Nah, I'll be honest: that rendezvous thing was a fake!"

"What?" exclaimed the young spy, surprised.

"It's true: there is no meeting scheduled with the French Resistance."

"But then, why are we here?"

Aldo massaged the back of his neck, blushing a little.

"Well, how shall I put it? I wanted to find an excuse to spend time with ya... away from the others!"

"I knew it!" chuckled Hicox.

For her part, (Y/N) was surprised.

"You want to spend time with me? But why?"

"Because I want to get to know ya better, (Y/N). Ya've been on my team for a year and a half, and everyone else loves ya. But I don't know what ya like, if ya have a family, what your dreams are, and what ya want to do after the war is over!"

He sighed.

"Besides, I can see that you're more comfortable with the guys. When ya talk to me, I feel like you're distancing yourself! Do I scare ya?"

"No, not at all! It's just that you're my superior! So I have to show you some respect!" the young woman answered shyly.

"That's what bothers me, (Y/N): I don't want to be just yer superior anymore. I would like to be someone ya can trust..."

"But I've always trusted you!"

"I know, I know. But I wanted to say that I would like ya to see me as a friend..."

"Yeah! I say he'd like to be more than a friend!" sneered Hirschberg.

"Hush! I'd like to hear the rest of the conversation!" Sakowitz lectured him as he listened carefully.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) and Aldo continued to talk.

"I must admit I'm a bit surprised, Lieutenant..."

"Please, (Y/N): don't call me that anymore. I wish ya would call me by my first name!"

"All right, Aldo. I was saying that I don't understand why we came here: if not to meet resistance fighters, then what are we doing here?"

A little embarrassed, Aldo replied:

"If I chose to come here with ya, it's because I'd like to be able to tell ya some things without the others being there!"

"If only he knew..." quipped Hugo.

"And what do you want to tell me?" asked (Y/N), a little stressed.

"Where to start? First of all, we're all happy to have ya on the team. Your presence alone is enough to cheer us up, and that's great. Secondly... Well, it's not easy to say, but when you're around me, I feel different."

"What do you mean?"

"Whenever ya talk to me or stand next to me, I feel like I have butterflies in my gut. It's a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. And I haven't felt that way in years!"

The young woman smiles shyly.

"You sound like you're in love with me!"

Seeing Aldo's shifty look, (Y/N) understood.

"Wait... Is that so?"

He nodded.

"It's true, I admit it!"

At these words, the other Basterds were overexcited!

"Oh my gosh! He did it!"

"We noticed it, Donny!"

As for (Y/N), she was speechless: so Aldo Raine was in love with her! On the one hand, she was happy to know that the man she secretly loved felt the same way about her. But on the other hand, she was afraid of how the others would react: would they be happy to know that the only woman in the group was the girlfriend of their leader?

These two contradictory feelings were tugging at her mind, and she didn't know what to do.

On the other hand, Aldo was nervous: this silence from (Y/N) stressed him. Did she love him too? Or was he mistaken?

Suddenly he heard the young woman whisper:

"Can we talk about this somewhere else? I wouldn't want the other customers to hear us."

"Okay, let's go!"

The couple left the restaurant and headed for a small park, followed by the other Basterds.

After a few minutes of walking, Aldo and (Y/N) sat down in a shady corner, out of sight. The other Basterds hid behind some bushes and listened to the rest of the conversation.

There was a silence before (Y/N) asked:

"How long have you loved me?"

"Probably since day one. In any case, it does not just talk: I love ya, (Y/N). And I want to be able to survive this fucking war to stay with ya until I've got more air in my lungs! I want ya to be a part of my life if ya'll let me!"

"Well, what a romantic!" laughed Hugo, making his comrades laugh.

For his part, Aldo asked:

"And what do you think of me? Ya can be honest: if ya don't like me, I won't blame ya!"

Biting her lip, (Y/N) muttered:

"To tell the truth... I love you too, Aldo. But I don't know if it's a good thing to be together!"

"Why is that?"

"Well, for one thing, neither you nor I know if we'll make it out of this war alive. Secondly, I'm afraid that if we ever got together, the others might take it badly!"

"The others? Wait, is she talking about us?" asked Omar, surprised.

"Looks like it..." muttered Wicki.

Aldo was intrigued by this answer.

"And why would my guys take it the wrong way?"

"I wasn't thinking of your men in particular, but the other soldiers. But if you want to know, well, they might think I'm getting special treatment. And if anything happened to you, I know they would blame me for it. I couldn't live with the pain of losing you and the weight of my shame!"

Seeing the distress in the young spy's eyes, the American understood how afraid she was of losing everything.

Gently, Aldo put his hand on (Y/N)'s and said:

"Ya know, doll, I'm telling ya all this because I know we'll get out of this war alive. So don't worry about what other people think!"

He smiled:

"Besides, I'm glad to see that ya like me!"

"You are incorrigible!"

"That's what makes me so charming!"

Behind their hiding place, the Basterds were waiting for the outcome!

"Normally, this is when they kiss!" remarked Andy.

"The suspense is at its height, gentlemen!" whispered Hicox.

Aldo and (Y/N) seemed ready to take the plunge.

"I'mma going to speak seriously, (Y/N): it makes me happy to know that ya love me."

"And I'm happy to see that you like me!"

"I don't just only like ya if that makes ya feel better. I truly love ya!"

Leaning towards her, he asked:

"Can I kiss ya?"

"I've been waiting for this..." smiled (Y/N).

Pleased with the answer, Aldo closed the distance between their lips and kissed the young woman fiercely, who responded to the kiss with the same passion.

This moment was extraordinary... until they heard an enthusiastic voice!

"YEEHA! FINALLY!"

"Hirschberg, shut up!" roared the other Basterds.

Recognising the voice of his subordinate, Aldo leapt to his feet and stomped towards the bushes behind him. 

He pushed aside the branches and found that his men had followed him. 

Annoyed, he ordered sharply:

"Get outta there, right now!"

And under (Y/N)'s surprised eyes, all the Basterds came out of their hiding place.

"Are you all here?"

"Yeah, we didn't want to miss this!" joked Omar before freaking out at his lieutenant's glare.

The latter asked, trying not to get upset:

"May I ask what you're doing here instead of watching the camp?"

They all looked at each other embarrassed before Donny spoke up:

"Well, we all suspected that the whole dating thing was an excuse to have a date with (Y/N). Of course, we wanted to see how you would do..."

He started to giggle.

"And to say the least, you're very cheesy when you want to be!"

"Me, cheesy? Cut the crap, Donowitz!"

"Ooh, come on! Admit it, you're a real softie!" laughed Michael.

The laughter of her companions made (Y/N) want to laugh too, but she tried to calm it down:

"It's not very nice to make fun of your lieutenant, gentlemen. Especially at a time like this!"

"We'll say it's fair game, considering the times he loves to mess with us!" smiled Wicki mischievously.

"Anyway, if it makes you feel better (Y/N): we all accept your love affair with Lieutenant Raine. And if anyone finds anything wrong with it, let him come and tell us to our faces!" declared Utivich.

"Private Utivich is right, my dear: we will defend your honour, don't worry!" added Hicox.

"And if you can calm the lieutenant down, we won't say no!" laughed Hugo.

"Don't start now, Stiglitz! Well, now that ya all know about me and (Y/N), I can say my date is over! C’mon, everybody back to camp, and hurry!"

"Aye, aye, Sergeant Love!" sneered the Basterds.

"Silence!" grumbled Aldo.

On the way back, as the Basterds chatted happily, Aldo and (Y/N) walked behind them, their hands tightly bound.

Suddenly the American leaned over to the young woman and whispered:

"I almost forgot something!"

"What was it?"

"Well, since we're in France, I had to say it the right way: Je t’aime à la folie, (Y/N) (L/N)!"

Amused by this answer, (Y/N) turned to her lover and replied:

"In that case: Je t’aime aussi, Aldo Raine!"

As they headed into uncertain days, Aldo and (Y/N) were sure that, no matter what happened, they would be able to overcome anything as long as they were together...

Thanks for the reading!

I do hope you really enjoyed the story!

Can’t wait to read your reviews! 

Take care! 😘😍🥰🌹

#requests #inglourious basterds #aldo raine #brad pitt #emma corrin

[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

so I watched the first season of ‘stranger things’, and i have several thoughts on the subject

(Okay, so I’m not just late to the party, the party’s fuckin’ over. Sue me.)

My mind: blown. My feelings: all over the place. I’m: not okay (I promise).

Spoilers: ahead.

So people were not lying when they told me how good this show was, and I’m kicking myself over here for not getting into it earlier (I was watching KJ Apa’s Archie be a lump of fuck when I could’ve been watching this, fml).

I finished the last episode of season one literal minutes ago, and I’m still trying to gather my scattered thoughts. I Feel Emotions, in the best way possible.

I haven’t lived a day in the twentieth century, but thanks to my dad, I’ve always had a nostalgia for the 80’s- and the retro setting made me long for something I’ve never even known (granted, sans the flower-faced killing machines and batshit crazy scientists and the racism I just know the show is glossing over).

I adore the ragtag nerds and El- really wish they’d cut out some of the Mike x El romance and focused more on El’s friendships with Lucas and Dustin, because I feel like we were cheated out of that, but hey. It’s cute enough.

I’m enough of a nerd to have the burning desire to play D&D, and even more of a nerd to not have any friends to play it with.

It’s such a shock seeing Winona Ryder after all these years, since the last thing I watched with her in it is Heathers; but I still have a crush the size of Jupiter on her, so it’s all good. Hopper’s literally every 80’s cop cliché rolled into one, and I, for one, am HERE for it.

(Also, he has a really sexy voice that gives me Many Conflicting Emotions, but let’s not delve into that.)

(ALSO also, if him and Joyce aren’t together by the end of this, I will cut a bitch.)

I never expected to soften up to Steve Harrington, of all goddamn people; blame his stupid Bambi eyes and perfect hair, the beautiful son of a bitch.

Tommy and Carol can go choke on hairy donkey balls.

Jonathan Byers looks too much like Harry Styles (he’s even got the DIMPLES) and it’s throwing me in for a loop (while we’re talking about doppelgängers, Mrs. Wheeler looks way too much like Lana Del Ray).

Oh, hi Sierra Burgess, you’re in this too. Whoops, now you’re not.

Nancy seems to be taking this awfully well.

The first few episodes were genuine cinematic masterpieces- the only thing holding me back from bingeing the entire season in a day was me being a massive wuss with an overactive imagination, and not being able to handle monsters after dark (… which sounds like it could be the title of a porno, now that I think about it. Let’s not delve into that, either). Kudos to whoever designed the Demogorgons, by the way- those motherfuckers scared the shit out of me.

The last few episodes felt a bit… gimmicky. Stuff I’ve seen a billion times before in the thousand and a half years I’ve been alive. I got tired of that in the 1800’s.

But I liked this season enough to want to watch season two- mostly because the characters managed to worm their way into my heart.

(And on a teensy note- I really hope I’m wrong- but I recall seeing something like a broken eggshell in the Upside Down when Joyce and Hopper go there to save Will. If season two has Demogorgon spawn, I will shit my pants.)

#stranger things #demogorgon #science fiction #horror #review #netflix #steve harrington #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #will byers #joyce byers #jim hopper #season 1 #finn wolfhard #eleven stranger things #millie bobby brown #joe keery #80s nostalgia #retro #retro scifi #hawkins lab #hawkins indiana

[amazingmaeve]

Leaving - Archie Andrews

Riverdale Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Archie had a fling during the summer. Even though they promised no feelings she still fell for him. Then school came back and she starts feeling jealous of Archie and Veronicas flirting. Then Cheryl Blossoms party ruins everything. She decides to leave and go visit some family in California but before she goes Archie tries to stop her from leaving.

Request: Haii, I’m new to request, I was wondering can you do a Archie Andrews x Fem!Reader. The reader is Josie sister (Darkskin) and she fell in love with Archie. Prompts 76,78,79, 95. Archie and Reader had a thing before school started (Season 1. Before Veronica showed up and he’s not with Ms. Grundy) and kinda like how Veronic flirts with Archie she’s jealous but knows he’s not hers. (Sorry for the long request). During the 7 minutes in heaven that they played At Cheryl party how Betty left it’s the reader instead. Betty chases after her in attempts to calm her down. When The next day at school Archie catches her packing up her locker. She’s moving away to another school. In another state. maybe California or somewhere. She’s tried to leave before getting spotted until Archie catches her and they talk (The prompt numbers) And after they hug, she kisses him before walking out and not coming back.

Requested by: @theonequietblckgirl

Pairing: Archie Andrews x FemaleMccoy!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, underage drinking, mentions of sex

AN: Hope this what you asked for 😊. Also this doesn’t follow the exact plot of the first episode of the series.

Word Count: 1853

Archie and Y/N had something in the summer. With her sister and her band she had no one else to hang out with. Then she started hanging out with Archie and hanging out turned into having sex. They both agreed to not involve feelings since it would make it more complicated and they didn’t want that.

But Y/N started to have feelings for him.

She knew that he didn’t feel the same since he was the one to recommend the no feelings part of their relationship. She knew he cared about her but just as friend he sometimes has sex with.

When the times they did hang out and didn’t have sex they had really meaningful conversations. They would make each other laugh and all in all they were happy with this arrangement.

But then the summer came to an end and so did their fling so it seemed.

When her and Archie didn’t hang out she hung out with Kevin and Betty. They knew about the thing between her and Archie and her feelings. She has known Betty and Keven ever since they were young and she knew she could trust them with this information.

Betty would lend a shoulder for Y/N to cry on when she talked about her feelings for Archie. And Kevin would always say the he had feelings for her to. But it was to hard to believe for Y/N.

She knew she shouldn’t have started his fling with him. She knew she would have a broken heart at the end of it.

Everything seemed to go back to normal at school except for the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Even thought Y/N didn’t know him she hope that he was ok. But she did know his sister Cheryl.

She didn’t exactly like Cheryl but wouldn’t start anything with. Y/N didn’t like Cheryl because she would always make fun of Betty and as friend of hers she would stick up for her which made Cheryl hate her.

Then Veronica Lodge came to the school.

She didn’t hate the girl but Y/N could sense that she liked Archie. But Y/N didn’t do anything since her and Archie weren’t even dating hell they weren’t even having sex anymore.

She couldn’t even hate Veronica for it. Since Veronica knew of her feelings and promised to stay away. But that didn’t help the nagging voice in the back of her mind that this wouldn’t end well.

Then the dance came.

Archie asked you which made Y/N’s heart race and could feel her body warm up and agreed to go with him a happy smile on her face.

Her and Betty helped each other with their outfits Betty didn’t go with anyone but that didn’t stop her being happy for Y/N.

Archie was a complete gentlemen, he held the door open for her, and held her hand.

The night was so magical.

The dance was romantic. Y/N could feel butterflies in her stomach whenever he looked at her. She hoped that her and Archie could have something more real.

Y/N and Archie talked the night away with smiles and laughs. She felt so much love for him and she hoped he felt the same for her.

Everything was perfect.

That was until they got into Cheryls after party were Y/N, Archie, Betty, and Veronica attended.

As the walked in Y/N sat next to Archie with Veronica on his other side.

When Cheryl started talking Y/N rolled her eyes at the red head not in the mood to deal with her.

She heard Cheryl talking about seven minutes in heaven. God this was such a sixth grade thing to do.

But unfortunately she saw that Archie would be going in the closet with Veronica which made Y/N take a deep breath to try and control her emotions.

She saw Betty give her sad look  and a comforting look in her eyes.

"So Y/N how was your summer," Y/N heard Cheryls condensing tone in her voice.

"Oh just great," Y/N answered Cheryl's question with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"What's going on with you and Archie," Y/N could hear humor in her voice which just made her roll her eyes.

"Why do you want to know," Betty stood up for Y/N which made her mentally thank Betty.

"Oh Betty I almost forgot you were here," Cheryl almost beamed with malice in her tone.

"I just don't think it's right for you to involve yourself if someone else's relationship," Betty snapped at Cheryl who just rolled her eyes in return.

Y/N felt bad for Cheryl after finding out Jason has been missing but times like this just made her hate Cheryl more and more. When she want after her friends and herself. Y/N doesn't know why Cheryl does this but it annoys the crap out of her.

"Listen before I get even more angry why don't just stick to your relationships and I'll stick to mine," Y/N stood up from the couch she had her voice at a steady calm breathing. She didn't want to get angry and focused on her breathing.

"Oh looks like times about up," Cheryl smirked as she walked over to the door to where Archie and Veronica were. Y/N hasn't notice it's been about 9 minutes which didn't follow the rules.

Y/N had a bad feeling in her stomach when Cheryl walked over to the door. She knew it was going to be something bad.

When Cheryl opened the door it revealed Veronica and Archie making out.

Y/N felt like she couldn't breath when she saw them kissing. She saw the two break apart and look at everyone in shock.

Y/N saw guilt flash both of their faces. She was about to cry and she didn't people to see her cry. She always prided her self in being a pretty confident girl. But right now she didn't feel like that.

Y/N didn't let either of them speak before she ran out of the door with tears rolling down her eyes.

Betty glared at Archie and Veronica. Then turned her eyes to Cheryl who had a malicious smirk on her face.

“This was your whole plan wasn’t it,” Betty asked while glaring at Cheryl.

“I just wanted to prove that Archie didn’t care for Y/N,” Cheryl shrugged not seeing with what she did wrong.

Betty shook her head before leaving running after Y/N wanting to comfort her friend. She left behind Archie and Veronica who let guilt set in.

Betty found Y/N in her car crying in her hands. Betty felt bad for her friend she had never experienced heart break herself but from looking at her friend she could feel it radiating from her.

Betty got into the car comforted her friend while hugging her for what felt like hours. When Y/N finally calmed down she dropped Betty off at her house and after reassuring her she was fine left or go to her own house.

Now she knew Archie didn’t have feelings for her.

For the next few days Y/N avoided Archie and Veronica which was hard since she had some classes with them.

After she went home she told Josie what happened which made her sister comfort her and to tell her everything would be fine.

During those few days her mother told her that there was this art school that Y/N got accepted in. She applied to this school during the summer with the permission of her parents. She only told Betty though.

She thought she wouldn’t get into that school.

Y/N was finally happy about something. She had been down ever since Cheryls party.

Her parents only allowed her to go to the school because there was some family close to the school that she wanted to go to.

The next day she told Betty who was overjoyed for her but sad that one of her friends wouldn’t be there. Y/N reassured her that they could talk and write each other which made Betty nod happy for her friend even though she was sad about that.

While she was packing her stuff out of her locker she felt someone walk up to her.

“Hey,” She heard Archie softly day. Y/N took a deep breath before turning towards him.

“Hey,” Y/N muttered turning her attention to her locker again.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Archie pointed out after an awkward moment between the two.

“I wonder why,” Y/N scoffed.

“Y/N-,” Before He could continue Y/N put her hand and speaking herself.

“No I don’t want to hear it. I thought you asked me out I thought you liked me. I just I can’t pretend anymore that we are just friends,” Y/N shouted at Archie angry tears running down her face.

“Why are you packing your stuff,” Archie asked seeing all the stuff in her bad.

“I’m leaving I got accepted into an art school,” Y/N answered his question closing her locker after she was finished.

“This isn’t you. You wouldn’t go pack your stuff without telling anyone,” Archie explained with furrowed brows.

“Well I did tell someone I told the people who actually cared about me,” Y/N explained while glaring at him.

“I do care about you,” Archie pleaded with Y/N trying to get her to understand that he really did care about her.

“If you did you wouldn’t have kissed Veronica,” Y/N pointed out. “You broke my heart,” She whimpered trying to not let any of her tears fall.

“I know and I just want to prove to you that I really do care about. And ok now you’re going to say that I don’t but you’re wrong,” Archie began to explain. “I know I can never make it up to I just hope that one day you can forgive me,” He ended trying to not let tears fall from his eyes.

Y/N herself tried to not cry as she nodded. Even though he did hurt her she was going to miss him.

“Maybe one day,” Y/N whispered and she heard her own voice crack as a tear fell from her eyes.

“Just one last hug and I’ll leave,” Archie smiles and Y/N nodded letting him wrap his arms around her and she did the same. She took a deep breath and she smelled his cologne that she always loved.

When he pulled away he pressed his lips against hers softly seeing if she was going to kiss back. When she did they stood there kissing for a minute before they pulled back.

Archie walked away from Y/N and leaving the school.

Y/N let out a sad smile and let out a sniffle before grabbing her stuff and left herself setting her self on a new journey.

#archie andrews x reader #archie andrews imagine #Archie Andrews x Oc #Archie Andrews smut #archie andrews #riverdale x oc #riverdale x reader #riverdale smut #riverdale imagine #veronica lodge #betty cooper #jughead jones #josie mccoy #cheryl blossom #fanfic #request are open

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

A…proposal

For @randomly-a-fan Here’s a dark version of MJ and Jason’s proposal, since I once did a light versio

Pairings: The Voorhees, mainly Jason Voorhees x MJ

Warnings: fluff, dark, angst, gore, obsessive behaviour/yandere

Note: Merry Christmas :D!

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There was a snowstorm tonight, so the Voorhees were playing some board game, talking and laughing together as they wrapped themselves in blankets near the fireplace in the living room. Those were the nights the family enjoyed the most, especially MJ, who had made some cookies for the night, which Jason had already eaten half of in not even 20 minutes. Because his stomach doesn't work correctly, he had to lay down for a while, but came back and they continued playing, making sure the goods weren't near him. Even though the undead dad has been dead for a long time, he couldn't help himself whenever he smelt his wife's cooking, it just seemed so good!

Whenever the fire was dimming, Jason would poke it with the fire iron, nudging his wife and daughter closer to it whenever he saw them shivering. The cabin was padded and everything, it's just that they didn't have any other heat source in the middle of the woods, except the fireplace, blankets and hot water.

As Jason was pushing his piece on the board, he felt his wife leaning against his side, making his head turn towards her and his arm wrap gently around her shoulders. Malon watched them with a small smile on her face as she rolled the dice, moving her piece across the cardboard board the number she got. She couldn't help but think about the fact that she never saw her parents argue, and Archie's parents did, even with the fact that they're married.

That's why she decided to ask a question to her mom ''Mom...'' ''Yes, darling? '' MJ looked at her daughter with a smile as she righted herself against her husband's shoulder, his attention on their daughter too. ''Why does you and dad never argue?... '' The question took both of them by surprise as they looked confused at Malon, before MJ let out a chuckle. ''It's because we learned from the past, honey. And when two people love each other for a long time, they learn to look past each other's mistakes..'' She finished with a smile, touching affectionately the tip of Malon nose, making the latter smile too. However, her answer only made Malon ask another question, which would bring back memories. ''How.. How did you and daddy get married? When did he propose?.. '' Her big curious eyes didn't catch the flinch in MJ's shoulders as they looked at her face. Jason obliviously felt the small move, which made him loosen his grip on his wife as he looked down, waiting to hear MJ's answer. ''You sure you want to know? It's q-quite long..'' She answered with a small stutter as Malon nodded eagerly, still oblivious to her parents' discomfort. ''Alright..'' They pushed the board away and got closer to the couch, MJ leaning against it as she got out of Jason's grip, preparing herself to relive the memories of their past.

*

It had been some time since Jason had let MJ out of his lair, making sure she has as much sun as she can before the winter. Each day, he was feeling more for her, the first time he's feeling something, and he didn't want to risk her getting away because of that, so he thought about proposing to her. If she was closer to him, she'd have less chances of wanting to get out, he thought as he walked around the woods, looking at the traps. As he was getting up from bending to the ground, the rustle of leaves caught his attention, low voices making him walk in the direction.

In a clearing, two lovers were walking hand in hand, talking quietly among themselves. They were dressed in casual clothings, the man leading the woman towards a tree stump where he made her sit down, the latter smoothening her beige dress as she looked up at him. It was unclear what they were saying, but the woman looked confused, until she put her hands on her face and her eyes became glossy, her lover on his knee with a shiny ring between his fingers. Her head was nodding yes before he put the ring on her left ring finger and they hugged tenderly, unaware of the murderous undead man coming towards them. They had gotten up, the man unaware of the footsteps behind him as the woman's face changed from happy to terrified, her eyes fixed on the huge masked stranger coming closer and closer from behind her partner's back. She couldn't let out a syllable as her lover got transpierced with the murder's blade through his chest, blood spraying onto her face. It took for the body to fall down for her to let out a heart piercing scream, tears once again streaming down her face before she started to run, feeling blood getting mixed with the tears on her face.

It sadly didn't take long for Jason to catch up with her, his mission coming close to an end as the woman fell to the ground, her ankle twisting as she fell in a crevice between two trees. She turned and looked up at him with panic, her heartbroken eyes looking strait into his eyes. ''P-PLEASE-''

Gurgles left her before she could finish her plea, as she got the same fate as the man earlier, her once pale dress now scarlet. Blood slid from her fingers clenching at her wound when he pulled his machete's blade out of her torso.

There was a thick puddle forming underneath her as Jason bent down, took her hand harshly and slid the ring off, getting up once again when he had it in his hand. Perfect, he thought as he remembered his earlier thoughts. It was more than convenient for him, for once, to have people trespassing on Crystal Lake's propriety.

His only thought was about how she'd love it, his mind ignoring how he was smudging blood all over the precious jewelry.

As he was coming closer to his lair, he could see MJ sitting on the bench he made some weeks ago when he decided that he'd let her out. She waved at him, a small forced smile on her face, until she saw the blood all over him and it fell. The woman got up, pushing her hair behind her shoulder as she hugged herself, staying in place as her face whitened. ''H-hey, Jay...'' Jason continued to come closer as she stared at him, unaware of his closed hand at his side. When he finally was before her, he got on one knee, making MJ frown, until he opened his hand and took her left one, trying to remember what he saw the couple doing. She looked in shock at the ring on her finger when he let go, now looking at her face.After she stared at it for a while, realization took her and tears fell down her face as she sat back down. It could have looked like she was happy to anybody, but she was far from that. She realized she was doomed as Jason happily sat beside her, pulling her into his side. MJ stared at her now bloody hand, wondering whose blood that was as her glossy eyes slid over the pink ring. ''I..I love it.... and I love you...'' She murmured as she felt his intense gaze on her, his fingers going to tilt her head back as he put a happy kiss on her lips, his mask now in his lap.

*

As she finished the story, obviously making it sound happier and way shorter, Malon let out a happy squeal and hugged her mom, the latter looking down softly at her and hugging her back as Jason looked at them, his eyes glassy. MJ then pulled Jason into the hug, reassuring him with a glance as she gave his neck a kiss. ''I really love you, Jason...'' She started as she felt Malon leaning against her, the girl oblivious to the sad hint in her tone. She pulled her husband closer, her arms now around his shoulders as she put her mouth close to his ear. ''... And I forgive you for everything, love...'' The end made the undead man tear up as she pulled her closer, his head resting in the crook of her neck as he felt tears sliding down his scarred face..

MJ turned the ring on her finger before giving another kiss to her husband, hearing light snores coming from her daughter.

#jason voorhees #horror #dark #randomly a fan

[randomly-a-fan]

How Can “IT” Love a Human? Pt. 3

pt. 1

Pt. 2

Finale.

Archie wanted to see his mom, and so does his sister, but he knew that his dad wouldn’t let him, so he came up with a plan. “Dad, I’m just taking Kandy out to the park to play... and feast...” Archie said with a grimaced expression. Pennywise sighed before he responded. “Don’t be gone too long son, it’s going to be dark soon,” Pennywise said. Archie nodded and carried his sister in his backpack so it’ll be easier for him to get to places. When Archie made it to Cassandra’s place, he was going to sneak through the window where his mom is. 

Meanwhile, Scarlet was packing her things for when the time comes for her to leave. Cassandra walked in to talk to her paling cousin. “I’ve just hung up with Albert; he said he’ll be landing at the private airport at 10:00 pm tonight... Just so you’re aware...” Cassandra finished before she left for the kitchen to prepare dinner. 

As Scarlet continues packing, Archie got into the room through a locked window; obviously, Archie discovered his secret power. “Archie? What are you--” Then Kandy popped out of Archie’s bag after hearing her mom’s voice, as she was making happy gurgling noises. “Kandy? What are you both doing here, does your father know you were here?” Scarlet asked. “We just wanted to see you... We missed you... Even daddy misses you; he’s been moping on the couch all day.” Archie explained. Scarlet sighed as she was thinking about her husband. But thinking about him made her remember how he shut her out and expressed his negative feelings to her, made her cough ill-like. “Mom?” Archie said in worry. “...I know you two missed me so much, and I’m going to miss you both, very much...” As the three hugged, Archie wondered what his mom meant by ‘going to miss you’. “I’m leaving for home in New York tonight; I can’t bear the pain here in Derry...” Hearing what their mom said made Kandy cry since her mommy is leaving for good. “Aww, baby, come here...” Scarlet said as she picked up her baby and patted her back. “Mommy’s going to miss you too...” Scarlet said as she’s tearing up. Archie was devastated; the fact that his mom is never coming back will mean that he’ll have to be the responsible one; Oh how will he explain this to his dad?

*** 

Back at the Neibolt House, Pennywise was looking through the pictures back when he and Aquarius started dating; they were coming to life in his hands, just to get the visuals more clearly. 

He never has forgotten about the time they met; hating each other and fighting each other in their own monstrous form, in other words; playing hard to get.

Then he remembered their first kiss; true he first kissed her by the cheek, but that was more of a tease than an affection. It’s when he saved her from the laws that nearly caught sight of her killing the man for his sins, it was very unexpecting of her to kiss him passionately. 

Thinking and looking back at the photos is making him tear up. “I’d risk anything... to have you in my arms again... Clown or no clown, you’re still my Star in the Sky,” Pennywise said to himself as he was about to cry.

***

Pennywise noticed that it’s getting late, so he was planning on picking up the kids until he heard a noise from out back. “Archie?” Pennywise rushed out back and noticed that outside was showing some strong winds and clouds forming into a swirl, like as if there was going to be a twister. 

He was going to rush in until he was being sucked in by the vortex, pulling him down to the fiery pit. “NO PLEASE, I DID NOTHING WRONG...” Pennywise exclaimed while trying his hardest to hang on to the grass for dear life. However, he failed to hang on, he was being pulled down to hell and the ground closed back up.

It was dark for a minute until the flames lit up a path for Pennywise to follow. “Oh dear God...” Pennywise said to himself as he had no choice but to follow. “Come hither, Pennywise...” Said the echoey voice. Pennywise followed the creepy voice and noticed a silhouette of a satin. “Look... I may be in Hell, but you can’t take me away from my children when I’m not exactly dead yet--” “SILENCE,” said the figure as the flame rises. Pennywise flinched before the figure had the chance to explain. “Don’t talk until I SAY you can talk--” Then the light switch was flipped. “What the!” “Son, you know better than to be in the dark, you’ll ruin your eyes.” Said the mother. “MOM, I’m trying to do my WORK... I’m 923,435,003 years old for goodness sake!!!” said the mystery satin. 

Pennywise took a good look at the satin; correction, that ain’t no satin he has ever seen. It’s a clown. “Sorry about that, Pennywise... I’m just trying to be scary, it worked on Scarlet Jones when I first brought her here.” Said the Satin Clown. Pennywise’s jaws nearly dropped. “Wait... you’re that demon being that summoned her? Then you must have--” “Turned her into a demon clown? yes; she may be a Christian, but she did sin horribly: Lying to her parents, running away to join the circus...” The Satin Clown went on until Pennywise cut him off. “But why did you turn her into a human, can you change her back?” Pennywise asked and requested.

The Clown Satin got down from his throne to reveal his height; he’s actually quite short from Pennywise’s perspective. “Freddy Krueger thought it wouldn’t cause him harm if he messes with my apprentices; well, he thought wrong.” He snapped his fingers and appeared Freddy in the Chains of Despair. “Serves you right, Bacon Face!” Pennywise scolded Freddy. “To answer your last question, I can’t change her back unless she comes down here in a coma... But... You can change her back,” the clown said. 

Pennywise smiled with a big grin until he frowned in confusion. “How can I? I might accidentally kill her if I smell her succulent fear.” Pennywise asked. Freddy then spoke. “You thought you can prevent yourself from killing her by shutting her out? Well, you’re thought wrong; her fear is being separated from you and the kids, and since you kept you and your kids away from her, she’s slowly perishing, so... Serves YOU right, Ronald McDonald!” Freddy said with irony. The Satin Clown snapped his finger and gagged him with stitches sewed onto his lips shut. “When you’re sent back to Earth, go to her, kiss her by the lips, and she’ll be turned back into a demon clown.” Pennywise nodded with an evil grin as he doesn’t have a problem with that request. “As much as I hate to admit, but Freddy is right... She is slowly perishing, so you only have until 10:00 pm before she dies.” Pennywise stared in shock. “Well then, get me out of this Hell Hole!” Pennywise ordered.

With a snap of the clown’s fingers, Pennywise was laying on the ground in the grass and everything is back to normal. As he looked at the time, he saw that he only has thirty minutes before time runs out. As Pennywise was about to head over to Cassandra’s place, he saw his son with his baby sister in his backpack rushing over to their dad. “Dad... Mom... Mom is leaving... for... New York...” Archie said as he was running out of breath. “What!? You two were at Cassandra’s place... you know what, never mind that, it doesn’t matter... You said mommy is leaving for New York?” Pennywise asked. Archie nodded quickly. “Come on, we’ve got to get your mother back!” Pennywise called to his kids. Archie and Kandy stared at each other with excitement; they’re going to get their mother back... That is if they can make it to the private airport in thirty minutes. 

To Be Continued

#IT #IT Chapter 2 #Fandom #Fan Fiction #Pennywise #Pennywise the Dancing Clown #Aquarius #Aquarius the Singing Clown #Archie #Kandy #A Nightmare on Elm Street #Freddy Krueger

[itsadamcole]

christmas baby

fem!reader x drew mcintyre

reader goes into labor with drew’s baby, while drew is in the ring fighting for his wwe championship

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: pregnancy, dad!drew (bc why not), fluffy

— day 8 lets gooo. i literally wrote this up yesterday during raw —

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***

Drew’s POV

"The following match scheduled for one fall is for the WWE Championship. Introducing first the challenger, weighing in at 267 pounds, from Dublin, Ireland. Sheamus!" is announced as Sheamus stands across from me in the ring.

The crowd cheers and boos for my former best friend.

After the crowd calms down, Mike Rome says, "And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, from Ayer, Scotland. He is the WWE Champion, Drew McIntyre!"

The crowd cheers for me and I hold up my title.

The referee takes my title and holds it up. I prepare myself for my match as the title is handed off.

The lights come up and the bell rings. Sheamus comes right after me, striking me with his fists. I try pushing him off me.

He starts yelling at me. "Come on, fella!" he shouts. "Hit me. I dare ya!"

So, that's what I do. I deliver the Glasgow Kiss to him and Sheamus stumbles backward, stunned.

I run at him, clotheslining him so he lands on his back in the ring. He lays by the ropes, using them to get up. I run at him but he pulls down the ropes and I go flying over them. I land on the ground outside the ring with a grunt.

Someone runs over to me and says so only I can hear, "Drew, we just got a call from your wife. Y/N just called from an ambulance. She's been in labor for a few hours but her water broke so she had to go to the hospital. She called 9-1-1 since she was alone. She waited as long as she could but she had to go to the hospital."

My eyes widen and Sheamus is looking over the ropes at me. He knows what this means.

I have to end this match and fast. I need to be there for the birth of my child.

***

Your POV

You scream in pain as another contraction hits. They've been getting closer and closer together over the past few hours. You wanted to wait for Drew to get home before you went to the hospital but your water broke so you had to go to the hospital. You have been progressing quickly. You were at six centimeters when you got here a half-hour ago.

When the due date got closer, Drew gave you the number of a WWE official and a close friend of Drew's. You were supposed to call when you went into labor and if Drew was at the arena. You felt contractions begin to start about two hours ago and waited as long as you could. Once your water broke and you were in the ambulance, you called.

It’s Christmas Eve. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be giving birth on Christmas Day.

As soon as you were settled in a room, you turned on USA Network. It's about forty minutes later and Sheamus is setting up for the Brogue Kick. This match has been really long and you aren't very happy about it. Drew was the main event and he wasn't on TV when you called.

You grip the sheets on the bed as you breathe your way through a contraction.

Sheamus hits the Brogue Kick on Drew and you gasp, eyes still on the TV.

"No," you say. "Drew, no."

You watch as Sheamus goes in for the cover. The referee counts to three and the bell rings.

The contractions get worse and you scream in pain.

Drew lost his title. He was supposed to retain. He purposefully lost his title.

A nurse comes in and checks on you. "How are you doing, honey?" she asks. "Everything okay?"

The nurse checks to see how dilated you are now as you nod and say, "Yeah, everything's okay. Um, I know I said I didn't want drugs but can I pretty please have an epidural?"

Your nurse laughs and says, "Of course. Someone will be in soon so administer it. You're also at about seven centimeters dilated. Can we call someone for you? Family? The father?"

"The father should be on his way any second," you glance up at the TV as Drew gives Sheamus a handshake.

The nurse looks at the TV and asks, "Wait, you're Mrs. Y/N McIntyre, aren't you?"

You nod and say, "Yep, that's me, and that's my husband." You nod at the TV as it goes off the air.

The nurse sits in a chair beside you and says, "My husband and sons love wrestling. They're huge fans of Drew's and I know that they're not happy that Drew lost his title."

You smile and say, "I'm not happy that Drew lost his title. I know he's in a rush to get here and that's why but he didn't have to give up his title."

The nurse laughs softly and says, "Well, I'm sure they'll give him a title run. When he gets here, we'll be sure to get him up here as soon as possible. It's still a few hours before the baby gets here."

An anesthesiologist comes into the room to give you the epidural. The nurse holds your hand as you're given the drugs. The epidural starts to kick in about ten minutes later, and you have several contractions between when the epidural is administered and when it actually kicks in.

It's close to an hour later when Drew shows up. He's wearing a black tank top with grey sweatpants. You can see his tights peeping out from the top of his sweatpants because they're hanging a little low.

"Are you still in your gear?" you ask.

Drew nods and takes your hand. "I had to get here as soon as I could," he says. "How far along 're ya?"

You say, "I'm close to eight centimeters. I still have an hour or two left to go before I give birth."

Drew kisses your hand and says, "I'm sorry I couldn't get here faster. Ya called right before my match and I wasn't given the news until the match started."

A contraction starts and you squeeze Drew's hand. You pant out, "You didn't have to lose your title to get here."

Your husband rests his other hand on top of yours are you breathe your way through the contraction. They've been the closest than they ever have been. They're about three minutes apart and lasting about a minute.

The epidural has helped the pain a little bit but not a lot because it hasn't fully kicked in.

"I wanted to," Drew says as the contraction stops. "We got lucky that Raw was here in Orlando this week. Next week, I'd be traveling to Michigan and right from there I'd be traveling to California. I wouldn’t have made it in time. It’s the one thing I always promised myself.”

You look at Drew and say, “Baby, I would have understood if you couldn’t be here. Your job pays the bills since I said I would be a stay at home parent.”

He leans down and kisses your sweaty forehead. “I promised ya that I’d be here, and I’ve never broken a promise when it comes to ya and our baby,” Drew says.

You smile as another contraction starts. You cry out in pain and hold Drew’s hand.

This continues for almost two hours. The contractions get worse and are closer together. The nurse checks your cervix every fifteen minutes when it dilates to nine centimeters.

You’re taken into a delivery room as soon as you hit ten centimeters.

Drew is given a plastic gown so he can come into the room with you. He stands by your bedside as two nurses get you prepared to give birth.

You’re covered in a thick layer of sweat and your hair is a mess. Hopefully this will all be worth it after all the pain you’ve gone through in the past several hours.

The doctor comes in and says, “Alright, Mrs. McIntyre. When the next contraction comes, I need you to begin pushing.”

You nod as the doctor gets set up. You look up at Drew and he looks down at you. He smiles at you.

A contraction hits and the doctor says, “Alright, push me me, Y/N.”

So you do. You push, and you push.

It’s close to two hours of pushing before the baby comes out.

The sounds of a baby crying makes you sigh with relief that the pain is over and that your baby boy is here.

As the doctor wraps your son in a light blue swaddle, you can see a head full of dark hair. The baby definitely has Drew’s dark hair.

Drew is handed your son and you look up, seeing your sweet boy’s sleeping face. Happy tears begin to fall down your face. You’re definitely still a little emotional.

“Do we have a name?” the doctor asks.

You nod and say, “We wanted to name him Archie John McIntyre.”

Archie was chosen because both you and Drew liked it, and it had some Scottish meaning. John is his middle name because it was your great-grandfather, grandfather, and dad’s middle name. You wanted to keep the tradition.

Drew rocks little Archie back and forth and you let your son hold your finger.

“So,” Drew says, looking at you. “When are we trying again for another one?”

You glare up at your husband and say, “Not for a while. I cannot handle this pain again, Drew. At least getting hit with a chair won’t feel as bad since I literally pushed a baby out of me today.”

Your husband laughs and presses a kiss to your head. “I love ya, Y/N,” he says. “And I love this little life ya have birth to.”

Archie begins to fuss in Drew’s arms and you giggle, “Someone’s hungry. Give him to me.” You hold your arms out for Archie.

Drew hands Archie over to you and you breastfeed him.

A few hours later, you’re discharged. When you get home, you take a picture of Archie holding yours and Drew’s fingers.

Drew posts on his social media saying, “A future WWE champ was born today. He’s definitely coming for that title.”

You post on your socials saying, “What a Christmas present that we were given today. Baby Archie was born early this morning, on Christmas Day. We love you, Archie. Thank you for making us parents on Christmas.”

That night, Drew sleeps with his arms wrapped around your waist and you sleep facing the crib in your bedroom. You watch your son sleep.

A smile forms across your lips as you realize that this is your life now. You have a husband who loves you and a baby who is loved by both of you.

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