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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years

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[22] It's All For Billy (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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Warnings: owning up to mistakes, taking the fall for family

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I went with Tim to Riggins' Rigs the same morning Becky brought over our things and Skeeter. The little dog ran right over to me doing homework on the couch and nuzzled into me.

"Hey, buddy. I missed you." I kissed his head and scratched his ears. "I hope you were good and didn't annoy Cheryl too much."

Skeeter licked my face, making me laugh and set my books aside.

Tim came over to sit next to me once Becky left. His clothes were covered in grease stains and he had grease marks all over his hands and arms. I kissed his mouth and stared at him.

"Yeah?" He gazed at me.

"Your mechanic getup here is sexy. I didn't think you could get any better lookin', babe."

"Does Catherine Barton have a thing for mechanics?"

I kissed him and brushed his hair back. "Just for the mechanic next to me."

Tim looked at Skeeter. "I didn't know Skeet could fix cars."

Laughing, I leaned into Tim. I stared up at him and pulled him into a hard kiss. I was only a little disappointed when he pulled away.

"As much as I want to close down the shop to fulfill whatever mechanic fantasy you have, I've gotta finish up this car." He patted my leg and went back to work.

I lounged back on the couch with a big sigh. "Too bad, I guess. I'll just have to imagine what it'd be like... right here, right now, on this couch... or the car being fixed. That'd be fun."

"Barton, I'm tryin' to work."

"Yeah, and I'm tryin' to get you to come back over here."

Tim watched me from under the hood for a moment before his phone rang. We were so close. He picked it up, smirking at me.

"What? You're not kiddin'? It's happenin'?"

I perked up.

"No, yeah. We're on our way. We'll see ya there." He hung up and started cleaning up some of his tools. "Mindy's havin' her baby."

I had my things packed up before Tim had his hands washed. Billy as a dad seemed hilarious to me, but I was so damn proud of him.

I ran to Tim's truck, instructing Skeeter to stay in the shop. "Come on, Tim!"

He shut the garage door and jumped into the truck. He kissed me shortly. "I guess you're fantasy has to wait, huh?"

I squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. "Just drive, Riggins."

*****

The waiting room had a few people scattered around, me and Tim included. We weren't allowed in with Mindy since we weren't her direct family. I took the opportunity to work on my studies. When the intake of information was too much, I shut the book and rested my head on Tim's shoulder. I felt him kiss my head.

Sleep was knocking at my door when Billy stormed out in a nurse's gown. He looked like he was about to cry because he was kicked out of the room. A few tears did leak out when he sat next to Tim.

I reassured him that he'd get to go back once he calmed down. Mindy didn't need to have her support wavering because he was nervous or scared. He needed to buck up and be the foundation to keep her strong as she birthed their child. My words did seem to impact him, but he still spent another hour complaining.

Tim finally had enough of his brother and said a few magic words to pump Billy back up. It was something only brothers could understand.

Billy marched back into the room and took his control back.

I sighed. "It's so quiet now."

"You're welcome." He kissed my head and tapped my book. "Now get back to studying. Break's over."

"Yes, sir."

Another hour or so went by before my brain had enough again. I put the book away and let my head fall back against the wall. "Has she had the baby yet?"

Tim chuckled. "Nope."

I put his arm around my shoulders and snuggled as best as I could against him. "Wake me up when Billy comes runnin' out like a mad man."

As soon as I said it, Billy ran through the waiting room shouting about his new baby boy and how he made that little baby. He hugged me and Tim before we could stand up and congratulate him on the birth. Still shouting like a crazy person, Billy ran back to the room where his not so pregnant wife was catching her breath.

Another half an hour passed before we could go in to see Baby Riggins. I was so nervous seeing a baby so soon after birth, but oh so excited to watch Billy be a dad.

A tiny baby wrapped up in a blanket was in Mindy's arms as we entered the room. Billy's eyes were full of a love I'd never seen on a man before as he stared at his wife and son. My eyes watered as he waved us over without looking up from his baby.

Tim let me coo over Little Riggins first. I said short phrases to the baby like I was talking to Skeeter. While I told Mindy she did amazing, I fixed her hair a little bit. She wasn't a close friend, but I still leaned over and kissed the top of her head before stepping back and hugging Billy. Tim greeted his nephew in a low voice while I watched with Billy.

"His name is Steven Riggins," Billy said, touching his son's head gently.

My heart soared.

*****

That evening, Tim and I went back to the garage so he could finish the car he was working on. I gathered my things together so we could ditch out as soon as he finished. He decided to be a goofball rather than work, playing invisible instruments to the music going. I laughed so hard I started to cry.

Tim walked over to me, wiping away the tears and kissing me roughly. I didn't mind it. I was having a hard time focusing on anything else other than Tim and his messy mechanic clothes somewhere not on his body.

Everything came crashing down when the sound of someone walking into the garage forced us apart. A cop stood next to the car looking far from happy to be there. Skeeter knew something was wrong when we silenced, so he growled. I shushed him.

"Are you Tim Riggins?"

My heart raced and my breath came short.

"Yes, sir."

"Is your brother around?"

"No, sir."

The officer studied the garage. "I'm gonna need ya to tell me where he is because both of you are coming with me to the station."

Tim lowered his head. "He just had a baby, sir. He's at the hospital still."

"Thank you, Mr. Riggins. Now I need you to get in the car." I grabbed Tim's hand before he started walking, but the cop stopped me. "Ma'am, you have to stay right here."

"Go back home, Barton," Tim told me. "I'll get there when I can."

I nodded as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't even get to kiss him before he followed the police officer to the car. I swallowed my fear as the police car pulled away. I quickly closed the shop as best as I could and took Skeeter home with me.

*****

It was nearing 3 a.m. when Tim finally came home. I hadn't slept at all, sitting on the couch while I waited. He was so quiet when I shuffled over to him and hugged him tightly. When he didn't say much about it, I knew he was deep in his thoughts. Instead of having him answer my questions, I led him to my room.

I brought him into my bathroom where I helped clean him up from work. The elation we felt about Baby Riggins was long gone, leaving us with the stark reminder of the consequences for letting a chop shop exist in Riggins' Rigs. Once his skin was as grease free as we could manage without a shower, I attempted to tuck him into bed. He wouldn't have any of it.

Tim pulled me down on top of him when he finally laid back. His lips touched mine, desperate for something I was unaware of. I didn't know what to do to help him, so I let him find what he needed from me.

Abruptly, he quit kissing me and pressed my body against his. I put my nose and mouth against his chest, wrapping my arms around him as best as I could. My eyes closed as his hand tangled in my hair.

"We'll be okay," I whispered in his chest, leaving a soft kiss there.

*****

Things with the police settled down for Thanksgiving. Billy and Tim still had lawyers to talk to, which was going as well as they could go with both of the Riggins having some kind of a record. I just prayed the whole situation would be solved with neither of them going to prison. I was relieved none of us had to think about it until after a Thanksgiving meal with the Taylor family. Both of them needed the chance to think and find some kind of peace in the matter.

It felt normal at the Taylors'; relaxing, fun. I helped Mrs. Taylor with setting the table and getting the food set out. The way Tim stared at me as I bustled around made my heart hurt. I couldn't understand why. His eyes were so sad and full of longing. I didn't know what to do except kiss his forehead as I went by. It seemed to help a little.

Both Riggins were quieter than usual during the meal. Tim put his hand on my knee several times, never looking at me when he did. He took my hand when Billy stood up to make a gut-wrenching speech about everyone there.

I did what I could to keep happy the rest of our visit there, laughing with Julie as we did the dishes or playing with Gracie Bell in the living room. My happy feeling slipped away when I saw Tim go out on the back patio with Billy. Both of them looked at each other like they'd never see the other again. My palms started sweating as they hugged each other.

The three of us excused ourselves with thankful hearts once everything was cleaned up. Nothing felt better than being loved by each and every one of those people there. I just wished the Riggins brothers felt that as we climbed into Tim's truck. They both looked so lost.

My hands shook when Tim pulled into the police department lot on the way home. I felt sick when he turned off the truck and stared straight ahead. I took a deep breath that wavered when I felt tears pool at my lower lids.

"I-I'll be outside," Billy said as he opened the truck door. I was deafened by the silence after the door shut.

"You're goin' to admit to it all, aren't you?" I knew something was going on at the Taylors', I just didn't want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy the day, feel thankful for what I had.

"I have to... for Billy, Mindy... Stevie."

I nodded, sucking in a sound of distress and looking away from him. "Okay."

Tim took one of my hands. "I know this is gonna hurt us, but no matter how long I'm in there, Barton, I'll be thinkin' about you. And if you don't hate me when I get out, I still wanna get married to you."

"I won't hate you, Tim. I don't hate you for doin' this. It's all for Billy, right? You're just being the best damn brother in this whole town, this whole state."

"Take care of Becky... and Skeeter... the property... you and your grades..."

"I'll be okay, Tim." I sniffled. "It breaks my heart that this is what you've decided to do, but I understand. Billy can't go in there with a new baby at home. It would destroy him and Mindy. We're strong. We'll make it through."

Tim took a long, shaky breath. "I love you."

I finally had the guts to look up at Tim. His eyes were red and threatening to spill over. It was clear he didn't want to do it, but it was the only thing he had. I didn't even have an idea to get both of them out of trouble.

My lips found his in a desperate attempt to say our goodbyes as temporary as we hoped it would be. Each time our lips touched, the more salt I tasted from my tears and most likely his. It made me cry harder, tucking my head under his chin. I savored his arms around my body.

"I love you, Tim Riggins. Don't forget it, okay?"

He kissed my head and then lifted my chin up to kiss me one more time. We had to get out of the truck if Tim was ever going to help his brother.

I wept the whole time he and Billy said their own goodbyes. Their hug made me choke on a sob and wrap my arms around myself. Tim came over to me to hug again before wrapping me up in his coat. His lips stayed on my forehead for a few seconds longer and then he walked away. He paused, looked at his hand, and tossed his car keys to Billy. I fell to my knees when the station door shut behind him, muting the sounds from my mouth in the sleeves of Tim's coat.

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professorevamarieking · 1 year

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(Repost) Essay: Who Will Write the History of Pioneer Women, Fly Girls and B- Girls in Hip Hop? So the fuck what, you have an school tape of a old school female MC rhyming back in the 1970s. Old school tape cassette collectors, answer the following vital question. Who will write the comprehensive history of Pioneer Women, Fly Girls and B-Girls in Hip Hop, but me - Eva Marie King, MS. Yeah so like I said in the past I began rhyming as MC Juiccy E in 1976 on 169th Street and 118th Avenue in SouthSide Jamaica, Queens, New York City USA with my "day one" MC Spunky Dee. MC Spunky Dee would never get on the microphone at park jams or house parties, but she always pushed through a crowd of dudes at any park jam to say to the DJ, "Yo my girl wanna rhyme." At age twelve in 1977 we had no fear, hell I practiced damn-near every day with DJ Mike D of the M&M Crew on 169th Street. My rhymes were "fresh," as we use to say as young Fly Girls and B-Girls in the seventies. Writing this essay is more about letting young girls into my mind and giving my account of Fly Girl and B-Girl history, than bragging about my early days as an MC. My crew and I were "hood stars" long before the term was coined. In the coming months, I will film and write my opinion on The Sequence (Angie B, Blondy and Cheryl the Pearl), MC Sha-Rock, Zulu Queen MC Lisa Lee, MC Pebblee Poo, Cindy Campbell, MC Sparky D, MC Debbie D, Dimples D, Sheri Sher, DJ RD Smiley. DJ Baby D, DJ Wanda D, Roxanne Shante, Nikki D, Frick and Frack, MC Lyte, Sweet T, Antoinette, DJ Lady Love, Salt N Pepa, DJ Spinderella, DJ Lady B, The Original Sweet Trio (MC Juiccy E, MC Lady Love and MC Devoted D), Sweet Trio (MC Sure Delight, MC Sweet Lee and MC Betty Boo) and The Mercedes Ladies all of who I admire and respect. The History of Pioneer Women, Fly Girls, and B-Girls will be written and filmed by me Eva Marie King, BA, MS, Photograph of #EvaMarieKing, MS captured by: Ray Diaz at #RichAndRotten Melrose in Los Angeles, California USA - circa May 2018 https://www.instagram.com/p/Clmv22cLsBv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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georgiapebblespowell · 6 years

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Our very own Red Riding Hood😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

#Red Riding Hood #Cheryl Blossom #Riverdale #Madeline Petsch #will never get over this scene #yaaass princess fxck it up!!!😍😍😍👑👑👑#slayyyyyyy #baby dol😍😍😘#she looks soo good in Red😍😍😍❤❤❤

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theteasetwrites · 2 years

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 73: Rest and Restraint

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 10 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, violence ❧ Word Count: 5.4k

❧ In This Chapter: Daryl and Carol return to Alexandria with a Whisperer held hostage. While you grapple with your growing impatience for Carol, you're recruited to help interrogate the man, who believes a certain ex-Whisperer is dead...

❧ A/N: Took some liberties here, replacing Carol with Reader during the interrogation scene. I thought it would be interested to see her doing it her way, which ultimately has the same result because she's pissed lol. Also loving how protective Reader is of Lydia! And this gif of Daryl... does things to me.

“‘But Robin Hood had gone through more than he wotted of. His journey from London had been hard and long, and in a se’ennight he had traveled sevenscore and more of miles. He thought now to travel on without stopping until he had come to Sherwood, but ere he had gone a half a score of miles he felt his strength giving way beneath him like a river bank which the waters have undermined. He sat him down and rested, but he knew within himself that he could go no farther that day, for his feet felt like lumps of lead, so heavy were they with weariness. Once more he arose and went forward, but after traveling a couple of miles he was fain to give the matter up, so, coming to an inn just then, he entered and calling the landlord—’”

“(Y/N),” groaned Cheryl hoarsely, “you’re puttin’ me to sleep.”

You closed the old worn copy of The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood and exchanged a smile with Robin, who laid upon her sick bed adjacent to Cheryl’s.

Cheryl had lived in Alexandria since the start, and seeing her so ill was heartbreaking, knowing how she might’ve been the oldest person you knew.

“Sorry,” you said, and gently placed the old children’s book upon Robin’s nightstand beside the oil lamp illuminating the shadows of her exhausted face. You reached forward to check her temperature on her forehead with the back of your hand, though you knew that didn’t really work. “You’re a little cooler, I think. Fever might be going down. That’s good, huh?”

She nodded sleepily, and grasped tightly at her rabbit. Her eyes blinked slowly, indicating that the story must’ve been putting her to sleep, too, no matter how much she loved it.

“I’m tired, Momma… When’s Daddy coming back?”

The girl had been trying to stay awake, eager for Daryl to return from his mission to keep Carol out of trouble.

In truth, you weren’t sure when he’d be back, though you were hoping it would have been before night fell like he promised. With shadows creeping in like dark ivy vines all around the infirmary, with small bursts of flame from the lamps to illuminate their silhouettes, it became clear that he’d become preoccupied on his excursion.

“I’m not sure, sweetheart. I’m sure he’s got a good reason for being late, though.” Your words came out more bitterly than you’d hoped. Indeed, you were slightly upset with Daryl for taking so long, given how sick Robin was.

Not only that, but the girl adored her father, and had been asking for him since he left. Of course, she always wanted him to come back when he left home, but in her more uncomfortable state of illness, she must’ve needed the incessant babying of her father in particular.

“He’ll be back, munchkin” Cheryl said, reaching over the space between her bed and Robin’s to hold her hand. You smiled at the difference, one hand spotted and wrinkled, the other so smooth and untouched by any exposure to the world. “He’s got you and your momma to take care of.” She nodded in affirmation to her. “Nothing’s gonna stop him from getting back to his girls.”

She nodded sadly, but tried to muster a tired smile for the elderly woman.

Things weren’t looking good for her, nor some of the other patients in the infirmary. Robin seemed to be getting a little better, which you chalked up to her healthy immune system and the fact that she was well taken care of, but as for Cheryl, her condition had gone from mild in the morning to severe over the course of the afternoon.

You knew that soon Siddiq or Dante would have to move her to another part of the infirmary away from Robin and the others, but you just hoped she’d be able to recover from the illness.

“That’s right,” you said. “Daddy’s gonna be home soon, baby, Auntie Carol, too. I’m sure they just stopped to rest or something. You go to sleep now, and don’t worry about your father.”

You brushed back her wispy bangs to place a kiss upon her warm forehead.

“Can you wake me up when he gets home?” she asked innocently. “I wanna show him my new socks.”

After she complained about cold feet, Dante had bestowed Robin with a new pair of fuzzy slipper socks, bright yellow with pink polka dots.

“Sure, chipmunk. Goodnight, and goodnight, Cheryl.”

She smiled at you, her wrinkled face lifting with the curve of her lips.

“‘Night, hon.”

Daryl, Carol, and a filthy looking man you didn’t recognize, though he looked to be tied up and blindfolded, came through the gates in the morning, much later than you thought they’d come back.

What’s more, that man was a Whisperer.

You were with Lydia in the cell when they came, continuing with her specialized reading lessons. She’d found herself interested in a subject that interested you—the witch trials. You were helping her read some very simplified excerpts from the Malleus Maleficarum when they interrupted the lesson.

It was an odd welcome, with Daryl and Carol bursting through the door, Carol maneuvering the prisoner.

“Daryl,” you huffed, simultaneously surprised, relieved, and mad at his failure to return home in a timely manner. “What’s—”

“Come on, get out,” he said, gesturing to you and Lydia. “We need the cell.”

You scoffed and looked between him and Carol, pushing Lydia forward until she was out of the room.

“What is this?” you asked him through tightened lips. “You come home several hours later than you said you would and bring back a—”

“Wasn’t my call,” he said quietly but firmly as Carol led the blindfolded man to the bed. “Now get outta here.”

You glared at him, about to yell in frustration and anger at his carelessness, but then you felt your gaze gravitating towards Carol, whose icy blue eyes had been on you, too.

You were already pissed at her, irritated with how she’d put Daryl’s life and the lives of several others at risk at the border, and now you were pissed that she’d gone out again, dragging Daryl along with her.

To make matters worse, she brought the Whisperer here, which seemed fruitless to you. Whisperers were loyal from what you’d seen. They wouldn’t give up information even if they were tortured.

Then, there was the fact that surely Daryl would be assigned to the torturing, and that infuritiatsd you, because you knew he didn’t like doing it, though he was always the one given tasks that nobody else wanted.

“We’re having a talk later,” you said to Daryl, storming out of the basement and up the stairs where the cool morning air allowed you to take a few deep breaths, enraged by Carol’s decisions, which seemed to make everything much more complicated than you thought it needed to be.

At least Robin was home now, resting in her own bed since she was deemed healthy enough to free up a space in the infirmary.

You watched as she slept, and tidied up a little around her room until the sound of the front door opening alerted you to Daryl’s presence.

You gently closed her bedroom door, knowing you were probably going to raise your voice at Daryl at some stage in the near future.

Dog followed you down the stairs, where Daryl was taking his boots off by the door.

“You’re letting her walk all over you,” you said flatly as you approached him with crossed arms and a narrowed gaze. “Why are you appeasing her? She’s unstable, she’s reckless… Jesus, Daryl, she lied to you about going to find Negan. She was always going out there to look for Alpha. Then when she took that Whisperer without approaching the Council… Why did you let her do that?”

He huffed and pushed past you, heading into the living room and towards the garage. “Didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Didn’t have a choice?! Huh! Well, you could’ve dragged her ass back to Alexandria and been done with it, but you had to cross into their land. You did, right? How else would you have gotten one of them? You crossed the border, and you put yourself in danger. For her.”

He turned around swiftly and pointed in your face, his own contorted in rage, and you were sure he would have yelled at you if it weren’t for Robin asleep in her room.

“Man, I didn’t do shit for her!” he exclaimed, not too loud, but just loud enough to hurt your ears. “Told ya, there wasn’t anythin’ I could do.”

You scoffed and threw your hands in the air, almost laughing as you did so. “She’s got you by the balls, Daryl.”

He snarled and came so close his nose pressed against yours, pushing you back until you almost tripped on your record player.

“What’d you want me ta do, woman?!”

“Come home!” you bellowed. “Ever since Carol’s been back, all you do is worry about her, wanting to check up on her and letting her use you as a doormat to get what she wants, which is Alpha. She’d get us all killed just to get her revenge, and you know that. I know she’s a friend, but she’s wrong! She’s got everything… clouded, messed up. She’s not thinking straight. If you’d just stop acting like you need to be everyone’s hero then maybe she’d get the idea, but you’re the person keeping her going, letting her do the things she’s been doing, and goddamnit, Daryl, I’m getting tired of it!”

“Damnit, woman! I don’t need this! Not from you!” He turned and kicked the back of the armchair in frustration, shaking his head and blowing deep breaths through his flared nostrils. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands, then spoke in a much lower tone. “I’m just tryin’ to keep everybody safe,” he said, in that coarse, gruff drawl of his.

“Daryl,” you sighed, coming forward slowly until you could touch his back. He felt stiff, as he often did when he was stressed, or angry, or any negative emotion, really. “I know that. I’m—I’m sorry, it’s just… I don’t want her getting anybody hurt. I don’t want you getting hurt because of her recklessness.”

He seemed to relax just a little, and you hedged your bets by wrapping your arms around his wide torso and snuggling your face against the back of his shoulder. He threw his head back and let out a deep breath.

“I love you so much,” you said, your voice muffled against his dark grey shirt, upon which you pressed a short kiss. “If anything happened to you, I’d probably lose my mind. I’d lose myself… Everything. You’re everything to me, you and our baby. Always have been.”

He cupped his hands over yours as they slowly rubbed up and down his belly. “I love you, too. Ain’t nothin’ gonna happen to me, angel. Gonna take a hell of a lot more than a few skin freaks to keep me from you and Robin… You know I do everythin’ for you both, right? Everything I do, I do for you.”

You snorted against his shoulder blade, causing him to turn around with furrowed brows at your sudden outburst.

“What’s so funny?”

You shook your head and sighed, still with a smirk upon your face. “Everything I do,” you sang, to the tune of the old Bryan Adams ballad, “I do it for you!”

Daryl shook his head, still unsure of what you were talking about, but a slight smile began to form on his lips nonetheless. He hardly ever got to hear you sing, only when you were drunk, but he always loved it, even if he had no idea what song you were singing. He’d sing along if he could.

“That a song?” he asked.

You hugged him tight and huffed against his chest. “Mhm… Actually,” you said with a laugh at the sudden memory climbing out of that old treasure chest in the back of your mind, where you kept knowledge of the old world, “it was in this Robin Hood movie in the early nineties. I remember when it came out, I must’ve been Robin’s age. I wanted to see it so bad, but my mom wouldn’t let me.”

Daryl smiled as he held you, his chin grazing your hair and his hands holding you so close to him.

“Always comes back to Robin Hood, don’t it?”

“Speaking of,” you said, peeling yourself reluctantly away from Daryl’s warm embrace, “our Robin requested I send you to her when you got home. She said she wanted to show you her new socks.”

He raised his hand to brush back a few loose strands of your hair, then found himself absentmindedly trailing his fingers down the cord of your necklace, upon which hung one of the last pieces of that old geode from the quarry. It still shined like the day he cracked it open.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For gettin’ home so late, leavin’ you and her alone… I’m a bad dad, even worse husband.”

Your face scrunched into a serious squint. “Stop. You’re a great dad, and a perfect husband. It just worries me, that’s all.”

“Ya know I care about you both more than anythin’, and Carol… You’re right, but it’s like with Lydia, we can’t just give up on ‘er. Not after everything.”

You nodded in agreement, and tried to hide your ever-growing grudge against Carol. “I’m not giving up on her. I just wish she’d think before she does things. She’s going to get someone hurt one of these days, maybe even worse.”

“Won’t let that happen,” he said. “Promise.” He lifted your chin and raised your lips to his, kissing you sweetly and deeply, deep enough to remind you of just how much you needed his lips, always. Your lips parted with great reluctance, and your eyes remained closed as you tried to memorize that feeling. You never could, no matter how many times he’d kissed you over ten years. You would always just need the real thing. No memory could make up for the absence of him.

“Gonna go see little bird,” he said, smiling at your blissful face, and laughing a little as you licked your lips to get whatever taste was left of him. “Why don’t ya rest? I’ll take care of her for a while, make ya both somethin’ to eat.”

“You sure, baby? You must be tired.”

“Nah,” he said, pressing another kiss to your forehead as he sat you down on the couch. “Rest.”

You had almost fallen asleep after that, your head sunk just right onto one of the throw pillows, and the blanket Daryl had laid over you perfectly regulating the temperature of your body, creating the perfect atmosphere for a noon nap, until a knock came to the door.

“I got it,” you said to Daryl, once you saw Carol through the peephole.

Though you knew you’d have a few choice words for her, you were going to try to be calm, considering Carol was so mentally unstable, and you really did feel for her.

“Hi,” you said, closing the front door behind you as you stepped out onto the porch. “What’s up?”

“I have a favor to ask you,” she said.

You rubbed your forehead, still trying to rouse yourself from your nap. “Okay. What is it?”

“I’ve got a plan with the Whisperer,” she said, and immediately you knew she was dragging you into her schemes now. “We bring him some food, give him a taste of what it’s like here, try to… well, sweet talk him a little. Get him to see the kind of life he could live if he cooperates with us. You’re the… sweetest person I know. Daryl was saying he could interrogate him first, but I think we should use a softer touch before we start torturing him.”

You raised an eyebrow, still reeling at the idea of being involved in the first place. You didn’t agree to bringing him here, and as far as you were concerned, having him here was dangerous.

“So you want me to bring him food, and sweet talk him? To get answers about Alpha’s horde?”

“Good cop,” she said. “Then bad cop, sort of. I’d do it but I think I’d lose my cool.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, that’s been happening a lot lately… Are you okay, Carol?”

“Fine,” she said flatly, and quickly turned the subject around. “So you’ll do it? I was thinking right now, if that’s okay. Bring him some, I don’t know, bread and jam.”

“Sure,” you huffed, already feeling the effects of how hard it could be to say no to her. “I’d, um… feel more comfortable if Daryl was there, too.”

She nodded. “Me, Daryl, Gabriel, we’ll all be there. I’ll help you get the food.”

The squeaking of the cell door rang out through the mostly empty room, with Daryl, Gabriel, and Carol close behind you as you stepped forward towards the man, sitting patiently on the bed, as if waiting for you.

You held the tray of reluctantly prepared bread and jam before you, and set it down on the small nightstand.

Sitting yourself down, you mustered a very fake smile at the man, whose face remained stiff and without much discernible emotion at all.

“My name’s (Y/N),” you said, crossing your legs and adjusting the skirt of your dress. You weren’t nervous, not as you might’ve once been. Rather, you were annoyed, impatient, testy. Your purpose of being there was to get the man to “succumb to your feminine charm,” or something like that, Carol had said as she helped you prepare the tray.

While you didn’t think any kind of charm would make the Whisperer budge, at least something good might come out of this if it worked—knowledge of where Alpha’s horde was located.

“What’s your name?” you asked after several beats of silence. You exchanged with him a blank stare, then sighed before looking down at the tray. “We brought you some food. This is all homemade. Have you ever made your own jam? It’s actually pretty easy. I’ve got strawberry, raspberry… oh, and pomegranate. That’s my favorite.”

You scooped up some of the pomegranate jam with the knife and started daintily spreading it over the soft wheat bread.

“Would you like some?”

He nodded as he leaned forward, and you could feel Daryl’s presence getting heavier from behind you. The man might’ve been chained up, but you were very glad Daryl was there, just in case.

Plus, he was much more threatening than you.

“All of it,” he said.

“All right,” you said with a smile, then began piling up all three jams upon the now flimsy piece of bread. “We’ve got plenty… And even more. I was going to make some nice, warm tomato soup for dinner. I like to put a little basil in it, and dip—”

“What do you want?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I just want to talk.”

“Pass.”

“Okay,” you sighed, and handed him his jam-covered bread. “Then eat.”

His hands hesitated for a few moments, then gradually took the food from your hand. He took one bite, then sighed in what seemed to be pleasure, since surely he hadn’t had bread in ages.

From what Lydia had told you about her people, they ate large game on a good day, worms and vermin on a bad day, and bad days were aplenty.

In a flash, he began devouring the bread, shoving the whole thing into his mouth as he chewed. For a moment, you supposed you were getting through to him, showing him how much better life could be. Perhaps he’d yield just a bit, though somewhere in the back of your mind, where your naivety turned to realism, you knew a lousy piece of bread and jam couldn’t turn this man around.

Still, you had to try.

“You like it?” you asked with a small smile.

You flinched when he lunged forward, spitting the chewed up bread at you. Clumps of moistened jam and bread covered your face and chest, where your dress was now soiled.

“No.”

You felt Daryl’s chest against your back as you stood, and swiftly turned around to push him back.

He didn’t look at you, only snarled at the man, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flaring in rage.

Your hands on his chest, you sent him back, giving him that look that said, “I got this.”

You turned back to face the Whisperer, now smirking a little at your appearance. You wiped your face with your hand, then looked down at your dress, a vintage prairie-style dress, off-white in color and dotted with pale pink flowers.

There was a clump of chewed up bread still on your shoulder, which you flicked off in combined disgust and rage.

“This is one of my favorite dresses,” you said calmly. “It’s a genuine 1970’s Jessica McClintock Gunne Sax… Do you have any idea what that means, asshole?”

You stepped forward slowly, matching your gaze up with his. He looked up at you, still smiling slightly, as if nothing could hurt him.

You eyed his wound on his shoulder, now bandaged by Siddiq. Glaring at the patched up wound, you pressed your thumb into it, turning it slightly and causing him to groan and writhe in pain.

Blood erupted from the wound, coating your hand and dripping down his shirt.

“Where’s the horde?” you asked through gritted teeth, though he wouldn’t budge, just groaned. “Tell me.”

“Lady,” he sighed in pain, “you have the animal in you… If we were out there, I would take you like a bitch in heat.”

Your eyes narrowed, and Daryl’s heavy presence was behind you again, getting heavier towards the man.

“You’re dead,” he growled under his breath.

Pushing Daryl back with your hand, never taking your eyes from the Whisperer, you leaned down to his eye level, and smirked with devilish delight at how easy he was making it for you to hate him.

“You couldn’t handle me,” you said, and threw a hard hit at his face, all your strength in that one shot, and the next, and the next… Pummeling him until he lay beaten on the bed.

You turned towards Daryl, and you panted as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.

“That’s enough.”

Says you, you thought.

The man sat up, and looked between the four of you.

“You’re all weak,” he said, and you breathed heavily, with the sudden urge to beat him again.

You’d been called weak before, or treated like you were. The word ignited flames in the pit of your stomach, and laced your veins with barbed wire.

“We’re weak?” you asked. “At least we don’t wear masks, worshiping the dead and pretending to be one of them.”

He grinned widely at you, showing off his dirtied, rotten teeth. “You’re weak and scared,” he added. “Like rabbits, hiding behind your walls.”

Daryl stepped forward now, swaying his broad shoulders, his chest puffed up, and his eyes nearly blackened in anger.

You were willing to admit you weren’t nearly as intimidating as Daryl, who pulled out his large, newly sharpened knife, and brandished it menacingly as he spoke.

“Gonna start with your fingers first,” he drawled. “Then both your ears. Imma take all your teeth.”

“You lie to yourselves,” said the Whisperer, who then looked between you and Daryl. “To each other. You fight for what? Sandwiches? Dresses?”

Daryl huffed and stepped forward to grab the man’s left hand, holding it above him against the brick wall. He raised his knife, aligning it before the man’s fingers.

“You ignore the truth,” he continued, “when it’s staring you in the face.”

He turned to look at you again, eliciting another low growl from Daryl, who was dangerously close to cutting off his fingers.

“I would never betray Alpha,” he said to you. “She rescued me. She protected me. She loves me. She loves us all. She sacrificed her own daughter for us.”

You looked between Gabriel and Carol, the latter of which had her eyes wide, and her stance perked by the news.

“She killed Lydia?” she asked the man.

“Ah,” he said. “She did.”

You breathed heavily again, shaking your head at Carol, whose plans might as well have been stamped on her forehead.

Don’t you involve her, you thought.

“And I am willing,” he continued, “to give my life for her.”

The interrogation ended moments after, and Carol rushed up the stairs, making her way across the street towards your house, where Lydia was looking after Robin in your stead.

“Stop,” said Daryl, stepping in front of her and pushing her back, away from the door as she stood on the porch. You caught up with them, panting and filled with indignation.

“This ends now,” she said back.

“No, it doesn’t,” you said. “He’s brainwashed, he wouldn’t budge even if he knew she’s alive.”

Carol looked at you in bewilderment. “He swallowed every ounce of Alpha’s bullshit,” she said. “Every ounce. If he sees that Lydia’s alive and well, he gets it that his great leader lied to him, then maybe that changes something.”

“Please,” said Daryl. “That kid’s been through enough.”

You were proud of him, standing up to Carol for the first time in so long. Maybe ever. He had a soft spot for her, and so did you. She was your friend, and one of Daryl’s best friends, one of the first people you met in this world. You’d known the kind of abuse she suffered with Ed, and you sympathized as well as you could. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for Carol, but lately, she’d been testing you.

“We can do something else,” you said. “Just… not this. It’ll set her back, getting her involved with these people again.”

Carol glowered at you, an expression you’d never seen her direct towards you.

“Let her make up her own mind,” she said. “This is the only way, and you know it.”

She pushed past Daryl and swung open the front door, causing you to go after her, stopping her in the hallway just before she could find Lydia.

“Carol!” you bellowed, tugging her away from the basement door. In all the years you’d known her, you’d never raised your voice like that to her, but you were enraged, angered beyond comprehension by her actions, her lack of compassion for Lydia and what she’d gone through.

“You leave her alone,” you said.

Carol looked at you sternly, cold, grey-blue eyes boring through you. “(Y/N),” she warned, “I want this done. I want Alpha dead, you do, too, and this is how we do it.”

“No, it’s not. This is how you get people killed. People you care about. You can’t keep doing this, going off the rails without regard for anyone else. It won’t end well. And Lydia… She doesn’t need this.”

“I know what I’m doing.” She turned and opened the basement door, sending you in a rage as you pulled her away with all your might and pinned her against the wall.

“Stop!” you cried, scratching your throat in the process. “She’s just a kid!”

“Mommy?” asked Robin, stepping down the stairs from the second floor, with Lydia closely behind her, staring blankly between the two of you.

You huffed and pulled yourself away from Carol, straightening your dress and trying to look a little less utterly terrifying.

“Hey,” you said. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

Lydia took Robin’s hand in hers and led her down the stairs till they were on the ground floor.

“Thought we’d go for a little walk,” said Lydia. “Get some fresh air… If that’s okay?”

You nodded. “Fine by me. Just don’t be out too long, okay?” You pressed a kiss to Robin’s messy light brown hair. “Siddiq said you need to stay in bed till you feel better. Oh, and take Dog with you.”

Robin whistled to the canine, who dutifully came running through the doggy door Daryl had installed in the door to the garage. “Come on, boy!”

“We’ll only be about fifteen minutes,” said Lydia, trying to avoid eye contact with Carol, with whom she had a slightly strained relationship. “Bye.”

“I should go too,” said Carol, following the girls not long behind. Daryl stood in the doorway now, holding the door for Carol. “Think about it.”

You folded your arms and huffed, now exchanging worried looks with Daryl.

“You all right?” he asked. “Heard yelling.”

“I don’t trust her, Daryl. She’s out for blood, doesn’t care who gets in her way or how many people she hurts… I won’t let her use Lydia. I won’t.”

“I know,” he said, now holding your hands in his. You sighed and leaned your forehead on his chest, while he settled his chin on your head and laced his fingers through your hair. “I won’t either… The Whisperer’s dead.”

You pulled away wide-eyed. “What? How? We were only in there twenty minutes ago.”

“Doctors messed up on the meds. Gave him hemlock on accident.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “So bringing him here was for nothing. We’re no closer to finding the horde. Even if we were, there’s too many of them to—”

“We’ll find it,” he said. “We’ll get rid of it, one way or another. They send another herd our way, we won’t be able to fight it. Carol was wrong to do what she did, but she’s right about one thing—we gotta find that horde.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, but felt him pull you in against him, eliciting a small smile from you.

“At least we don’t have to worry about Carol showing Lydia to the Whisperer. I think I’d go berserk if she did that.”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing your back up and down. “You did good today, though. Thought you might’ve beaten him to death for a sec there.”

You pouted over his shoulder, remembering how angry you were.

“He stained my dress, Daryl,” you said. “He had to pay.”

Daryl scoffed and kissed your forehead, about to say something just as Robin and Dog came through the front door.

To your surprise, Lydia wasn’t with them.

You furrowed your brow and came forward, looking out the door for the older girl, but she wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Robin, where’s Lydia?”

“She left with Aunt Carol,” she said matter-of-factly.

Your heart sank and seemed to have stopped completely for a while as you stared at the girl. Daryl knelt beside her and took her small shoulders in his hands.

“Where’d they go?” he asked sternly.

Robin shrugged and pouted. “I dunno. Aunt Carol just said she wanted to take her hunting outside the walls…” She looked wide eyed between Daryl and you, as you paced back and forth, chewing your lip in thought.

Now you knew just how deceptive Carol could be. Of course she wasn’t taking Lydia out hunting. She must’ve heard about the Whisperer dying, and decided to take Lydia out to reveal her to whatever other Whisperers she could find, assuming they all believed her to be dead.

One thing was certain—you’d have a hard time forgiving her for this.

“Am I in trouble?” asked Robin innocently, looking a little worried now at her parents’ reactions to what she thought was rather innocuous news.

“N-no, baby. Not at all,” you said, trying to pull yourself together and hold up your motherly image before you started cursing at Carol’s actions. “Go upstairs and rest, okay? I’ll be up in a sec to give you your medicine.”

Daryl patted Robin’s back and sent her upstairs, Dog following along as her ever-present shadow.

“She’s not taking her hunting,” you said to him.

“Nah.”

Lydia wasn’t your child, you knew that, but she was your responsibility, your ward. Beyond that, you treated her like your child, taking her in like one of your own. She was family, and Carol didn’t see that. She saw Lydia only as an advantage, a tool to get Whisperers to distrust Alpha.

It was the last straw, as far as you were concerned. How she took Lydia out, exposing her to danger and the trauma she experienced with the Whisperers. It was cruel and entirely void of compassion or empathy, so you couldn’t let it go, and you wouldn’t.

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crazy-bi-btch · 3 years

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Truth or Dare ( Fangs X Reader)

Summary: A secret relationship comes out in an innocent game of Truth or Dare....

Paring: Fangs X Anon Reader

Warning: NSFW,Language, mention of s3X, mentions of light BDSM

Word count: 1k

A/N: Okay so this is a request from a while back! Lmk if y’all want that part 2 ;)

Y/N POV & Reader POV

“C’mon Y/N spill!” I gulped my throat clenching. I sat in the circle of Cheryl’s comfy carpet where my friends and my secret boyfriend sat waiting for my confession. What turned out to be an innocent game for the teenagers ended up taking a turn for the worst. My beat red face said it all.

“ What was the- um question again?” I stuttered avoiding Fangs threatening gaze as if the cocky gazes from everyone else weren’t enough.

“ Y/N you picked truth so we ask again….” Veronica squealed, “ Have you had nasty rough sex with anyone in this room?” The girls giggled. The boys that consisted of Archie, Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Reggie all whistled and laughed also.

“ I haven’t-” I croaked out embarrassed. Toni burst out, “ Bullshit!! I remember those huge hickies you had. You forget we change in the same locker room.” My gaze darted from fangs to Toni and the floor.

“ Yes. But that’s it I won’t say who!” I blushed madly, the girls instantly screamed and the boys then realized it wasn’t them.

“ Well well, boys who were it.” Betty tsked as she scanned the boy’s expressions. They all looked back and forth between them. Fangs finally looked at me, his eyes dark and jaw flexed. My stomach churned as I remembered the promise we made each other.

“Why can’t nobody know?” I asked tracing crescent moons on his bare chest as we laid in bed together.

“Baby, you know why….your parents would freak, my friends, will too.” Fangs sighed playing with my hair. “ But let’s not lie that the secret is what gets us going,” I smirked at his cocky remark.

“ Yeah sure Mr. bad boy.” I teased, I absolutely knew it was true, the risky sex in semi-public areas where anyone could walk in. Or the sexual inuendos at school or when we were around our friends. The adrenaline and thrill were almost as good as the sex. But it also felt lonely.

Anger flooded my veins as I realized he really wasn’t going to speak up about us... Maybe ever. I wanted my friends to know. I don’t want to be a secret anymore.

“ Fangs.” I snapped. His face instantly dropped and the laughter was cut off. I stared right at him, fire in my eyes. “ But it doesn’t really matter, right? Because that what it is just nasty sex.” His eye went from narrow to concerned. The looks of every one were enough to kill the mood.

“ Dude-” Sweet Pea said stunned mouth hanging as confusion set around everyone’s face. Fang’s rubbed his neck avoiding everyone’s quiet gaze.

“ I’m done playing this game.” I snarled and pushed myself off the floor, ignoring the calls for me to stay.

“ Fangs. Go.” Toni snapped at him annoyed at his bashful reaction.

I went straight into the room I picked in the cabin, looking at myself in the mirror. Was he embarrassed by me? Hell, anyone could have me, yet he wants me to keep us a secret. It use to be fun.

“ Y/N..” Fangs called from the hallway as he looked for me. I rolled my eyes instantly going to slam the door, only to be stopped by a heavier weight.

“ Leave me alone.” I snapped at him as I weakly tried to push the door on him. It only pissed him off more.

“ Y/N I am serious. Let me in.” He growled as he shoved the door open, I stood stunned as he turned and slammed the door. “ I thought we agreed..”

“It’s a game Fangs! Get over it!” I yelled at him viciously, he hated to be yelled at. When it came to having rough sex…. It was very rough. Another reason he didn’t want us to be public. He was scared people would think he was abusive when in fact it was just our thing.

“ Don’t fucking yell at me.” He protruded pushing me towards the wall where his body trapped me. My eyes became hooded and small pants followed as his uneasy behavior turned me on. Sudden memories of their last nights together began like this. Him ordering me to get on my knees, his voice booming with dominance.

“ You knew the rule…” he sighed fingers ghosting my face and the few strands of hair that fell. His brown eyes looking for my bashful ones.

“ I- I’m...sorry…” I croaked hands connecting with his chest but were pushed down to the side and pinned to the wall.

“ I’m sorry what?” He teased. I gulped, eyes shining with innocence.

This was no longer a fight she could win, but yet another night of rough sex. And her body was practically shaking for it.

“Sir,” I whispered eyes looking down ashamed. He hummed softly and his fingers took a firm grip of her face, pulling her eyesight towards him.

He chuckled darkly remembering how mad she was earlier and how submissive she became under his touch. “ And here I thought you were mad at me… but it seems you forgot about that.” His breath ghosting around my jaw and down my neck. The electrical buzz flowing from my toes to my core was enough to pry a moan from the depth of my vocal cords. His lips pressed soft kisses as his finger slyly slide down my side to my thigh and inner thigh. Another sigh was released as I fully gave in to his touch. My brain too clouded with lust to comprehend what the fight was even about. Eyes fluttering shut and my head falling limp against the wall.

“ You know… I can just leave… as you said.” He sighed, pulling back just as his fingers ghosted my pulsing core. My brain felt static as I lazily looked at him suddenly realizing he would just leave me like this. I frowned my arms wrapping around his neck shoving my mouth on his in a desperate for my boyfriend. I didn’t care that the secret was out, that they could hear us.

“ C’mon Fogerty…” I sighed into the heated kiss, “ scared they’ll hear how vanilla you treat me..”

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passivenovember · 3 years

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Thinking about Steve’s glamorous southern Grandmother teaching him haircare and the ways of men.

Louisiana Girl.

On wispy Saturday afternoons she sat under the hooded dryer in a world made of candy.

Bubblegum walls upon which pastel images of women in shiny blue makeup oversaw the hustle and bustle of women in Eden. Magazines open in their laps, gum smacking between cherry red lips, talking a mile a minute about the intricacies of life.

Husbands and kids away at college, building a world that Steve hoped he could understand someday. And, in that twangy southern drawl that he knew came from this same place his mother did; Louisiana, where women were spun of gold the color of corn fields, his grandmother shared her secrets.

She was called Boo Boo because it made her feel young, and that was the first lesson Steve learned in his life. Women should always be made to feel young and beautiful. His mother’s mother was not nanna, or grandmama, or even Cheryl, which the ladies at the beauty parlor disclosed to Steve with smiles on their bright pink faces.

She was Boo Boo because she looked like Dolly Parton and smoked Marlboro golds like Johnny Cash, and always said that Steve was her greatest love.

Everything about her was plated in gold, from her strawberry ringlets down to her heart.

Boo Boo never had much of a taste for Midwestern life.

She thought of it as some special sort of hell Steve’s mother had been exiled to when she married Patrick Harrington. A desolate wasteland far from the molasses bayou's of the promised land. Displaced from the twangy guitars of Crosby Steels and Miss Lorette Lynn.

Boo Boo never understood why Delilah couldn’t bring Steve home, to New Orleans. Why she insisted on keeping him in the world of men, content with a life devoid of magic.

Everything about Hawkins confused her. The way women wandered the streets with flat hair and unpainted nails was somethin’ else, she said, curious how they went without their armor.

That was one of Boo Boo’s best kept secrets; women need their chainmail when they go out into the world. Any southern lady worth her weight in hairspray wouldn’t be caught dead with chipped polish, and she taught Steve how to be a southern woman through and through after the first time she caught him playing in his mother’s high heels.

Boo Boo called it what it was, from the very beginning. “Got to look pretty for your man someday, baby doll.”

Steve watched as she slipped one long, golden finger nail under the hooded dryer, checking highlights trapped under waves of aluminum foam. “Daddy says I won’t ever get a husband.” Steve said, frowning. “Daddy says--”

“That man thinks Lemon Pepper chicken wings come wet, darlin’, I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.” Boo Boo smiled down at him, her long eyelashes fluttering. “Pretty little thing like you? I bet the boys will be swarming like honey bees in the springtime.”

Steve shook his head. “I’m not pretty. My knees looked like baked potatoes.”

“Potatoes?” Boo Boo declared. “I don’t think so, you just gotta grow into that figure. And you will, someday.”

Steve never found it much use to argue, never found his footing even as the stylist came and removed Boo Boo’s hair from the dryer and they migrated, as all birds do, south for the winter.

To the mint green chair in front of the big mirror where the spells were cast, boxing them into that perfect little dollhouse wonderland.

Steve watched in awe, leaning against the palm of his hand as Boo Boo grew more and more beautiful by the minute.

He wished that could be him. He hoped, someday, it would be.

Boo Boo said that being a lady lived in more than just the spray that went on in the morning.

It was easy to be beautiful. To paint yourself up like a Barbie doll and gain attention of all kinds from good and bad men alike, but it was harder to keep a level head. To do the right thing, the way God intended.

He took her word as truth. As he grew up, Steve realized a lot of girls would never be ladies and it was evident, Boo Boo said, in the way they treated each other. Always tearing the next one down to make room for themselves, providing compliments that sting and bite back, taking chunks of invaluable flesh with them as they go.

That was the mark of Cain.

The undoubtable truth that they would never grow into something worthy of respect.

When Boo Boo came to town for Christmas the year Steve fell in love for the first time, he had to know.

“How do I get girls to like me?” He asked, posted up in front of his mother’s vanity as Boo Boo went to work on his hair. “I mean. How do I get them to understand that I don’t want to hurt them, and I’m not a threat to them--”

“Why would you be a threat, baby doll?”

Steve thought of Billy.

Billy Hargrove, who made his bones turn to pudding cups and his heart burn red with fire and heat under the light of eyes so blue Steve felt like Dolly probably wrote that song about him.

I can see the light of a clear blue mornin’--

“There’s a boy.” Steve said.

Because. “There’s always a boy.” Boo Boo began mixing the bleach in her little green bowl, smiling to herself. “And these girls feel threatened by you?”

“He likes me.” Steve thought of Billy’s lips, so pink they tasted like strawberry bubblegum, pressed against his under the bleachers during fifth period. Before he could stop himself, Steve’s fingers brushed his bottom lip, remembering.

Feeling the way Billy’s teeth had pulled that sensitive flesh, almost like he wanted to--

“I think he likes me.” Steve shook his head. “And they’re mad at me. Like maybe I took Billy from them, or something.”

“As long as he wasn’t kissin’ some poor girl while he’s kissin’ you, I don’t see how they hold any claim over him.” Boo Boo said, pinning Steve’s hair down as she added highlights to his soft brown locks. Highlights the exact shade of her own. “Real women see strength and they applaud it. Tearing other women down ain’t gonna get you nowhere.”

Steve knew what she meant. He wasn’t a woman, he was old enough to know that now, but in the matter of love?

Steve might as well have been a thirteen year old girl, the way he wanted to fight for this boy. The way he’d develop that killer instinct, to take what was so clearly his. What Billy had given to him.

“If they try to tear me down first, what do I do?”

Boo Boo took a drag from the cigarette between her lips, fingers never stalling as they wrapped Steve’s head in aluminum foam. “If they’re weak enough to go after what’s already done, they aren’t worth your time, darlin’.”

Steve thought about his mother. His shining star. He thought, too, of Mary Bell. The pretty redheaded girl who sometimes held his father’s arm too long at the office.

He thought of what his mother was always saying on the phone, to other women her age, a glass of wine in one hand and a funny smelling cigarette in the other.

She’s trying to take my man. Delilah Harrington, who was just as pretty as a magnolia in may and who was tough as steel, crumbled with the weight of that sentence. She’s gonna take him.

Steve stuck his lip out in thought. “What if they try to take Billy away from me?”

Boo Boo cackled, lifting her perfect fingernails to snatch and snub the cigarette into a pretty pink ash tray. “Honey,” She said, smiling. “I don’t care if that girl is God’s gift to this Earth, she ain’t woman enough to take your man.”

#Harringrove #I have this incredibly self indulgent hc that Steve will sing that song #you ain't woman enough #at any given opportunity #and Steve's grandmother is a southern belle #you can't change my mind

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Zombies

Summary: Jason/Reader Request: Something with zombies

It hadn’t been long since Jason had passed. Everyone had been hounding Cheryl, following her and keeping her in their thoughts and prayers. She welcomed it and you couldn’t hate her for it. You almost were relieved that everyone ignored you. Poor Y/N broken and alone after her boyfriend’s passing, did you hear he cheated on her with Polly Cooper anyways. Poor Y/N having to find that out as well as his death. No wonder she’s gone so weird. I heard even the sisters wouldn’t take her. You ignored the whispers and stares easily enough. You’d been to preoccupied with schoolwork anyways. And when you weren’t focusing on school you were climbing the fence to Thornhills’ private gardens and the cemetery that stretched through it. You didn’t care if any of them saw you and judging by the lack of rumors at school you knew Cheryl hadn’t seen.

It’s raining when you wake up; curled next to the headstone you blinked confused when your feet sink into turned earth as you stretch your legs out. You frown when you feel an arm around you and you swallow nervously when Jason grins lopsidely at you. “Hey Y/N, sleeping in the garden again? Bad habit to pick up.” He laughs and you expect to wake up. You don’t and he stands pulling you up with him. “School now?” “Uh, Jason, you’ve uh, been-“ “Dead I know. Don’t stress about it. It’s a long story, and it’s Riverdale. Come on.” “But Cheryl and your mom-“

“Won’t understand. Please baby, please just come with me.” You nod following him from the gardens and stumbling as he jogs towards Riverdale High; he turns down your street nudging you towards your house. “Y/N, can I have my hoodie from your room. And grab you bag.” He kisses your cheek and you try not to scream at how warm he feels. “What’s this for?” He tilts is head as you hand him the hoodie and a baseball cap. “In case you get warm in the hoodie, you feel like you’re running a fever.” “I’ve been dead for a week; my body needs to adjust back.” “Can you stop saying-fuck.” You cringe as your parents lean out the door. “Oh Jason, hey sweetheart. You feeling better?” “Yeah thanks. A lot easier to breathe this time.” He laughs a little and you swear you can hear water running over rocks. “Breathe?” You question as his arm loops yours walking you to school. “Yeah; you parents they want what’s best for you. Which involved me. So I’m back.” “My parent’s brought you back?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t they.” “How can they??” You look confused and Jason nudges your chin towards his before he kisses you. His mouth tastes like syrup. “They moved from Greendale for a reason. People their respect the balances; Riverdale doesn’t they had to fix that.” “So they brought you back?” “Of course, this way you’re happy and my dad’s gone anyways so it makes it easier not having to run off anyways.” “But Polly?” You scowl at how upset you sound. “I’m yours Y/N’ meant to be yours remember? Not Polly’s boyfriend, not Cheryl’s brother, not anyone else’s; just yours.” He nods and you find yourself nodding with him. He grins. “You go first. Just in case.” He grins once more and you swallow walking through Riverdale high’s hallways to stares and gasps.

“Oh my god I knew it!” You cringe when Cheryl shouts. “Knew what?” You question and she glares throwing her hands out dramatically towards you when you look down and see dirt almost all the way up your legs. “I fell asleep outside is all.” “In my families graveyard!” She snap and you chew your lip. “What not going to defend yourself?” “Cemetery, actually; a graveyard is in a church.” She wrinkles her nose and is about to shove you back when a hand catches her wrist. “Come on Cher, don’t be like that.”

“JJ?” Jason flips the hood down grinning. Cheryl pales. “Don’t scream dear sister. Most unbecoming of a Blossom wouldn’t you agree.” “You’re dead.” “Was. Correct grammar is important. Y/N’s parents brought me back you can thank them by not being such a bitch to their daughter, and my girlfriend for that matter.” “Cheryl; don’t whatever you’re thinking-“ “What about Polly?” Jason snorts and shakes his head.

“Polly wasn’t meant to be serious. The whole running away to a farm was to get away from our families, not to be together; well I never considered it as us being together; did she?” “She ended up at the sister’s cause she had a mental breakdown apparently.” Cheryl shrugs, you can see Betty frowning but even she glares at you. “Y/N, what’s wrong baby?” Jason nudges your foot under the table at Pop’s. “I’m a little freaked out by you being back from the dead to say the least. I mean what’s to say you won’t you know die again and-“ “I can’t.”

“What?” You choke on the shake he’d bought for you. “I can’t die. I’m functionally immortal.” “Functionally?” “As long as the reason that brought me back exists, I won’t die.” “Why, how, what were my parents thinking! Condemning you to be a zombie for god knows how long and-“ You wipe your face angry at yourself for crying more that Jason’s alive than when you’d found out he’d been killed. “Y/N hey whoa calm down love, hey it’s okay. Come here, come here.” His hands rub against your arms and you curl into his chest as he pulls you next to him in the booth. Your fingers catch on a scar roughly stitched up and still healing.

“Sorry apparently your parent’s needed to give me some improvements; but at least we match now.”He grins laughing as he tugs the shoulder of the shirt off to expose the scar they created, a mirror image of the one that you’ve had as long as you can remember.

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marvelslut16 · 3 years

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I cried more than I thought I would at tonight's Riverdale episode. I honestly didn't think I'd cry at all knowing it's back on next week.

But they really had to have all those flashbacks with Fred, break my cold dead heart why don't ya. I miss Luke Perry so much.

And then the Falice break up. FP, sweetie, I love you, but no. Jellybean doesn't need you there. Stay away from your shit ex-wife, and go have the perfect Thanksgiving Alice planned.

Then Cheryl choosing to stay and fix the blossom name instead of going to her dream school with her dream woman so she feels worthy enough for Toni one day. Cheryl deserves better then the constant pain the writers give her. Also, I'm gonna sue for emotional distress if Nana Rose Blossom isn't alive in the time jump.

And then the bughead break up. Like they drift apart from one damn kiss when they are the strongest couple in the entire town through the series. Y'all solve murders/mysteries together, survived a murder attempt on one while the other was the prime suspect, lasted through the farm nonsense, he stayed by her side during the black hood stuff, and stayed together when their parents got together again. And they're the King and Queen of the serpents!

Also, I find it hard to believe Betty didn't show up at Pops a year later when she should have been back in town to see her mom anyway.

But on the brightside, my baby Sweet Pea was back! I hope he's in the time jump, and I hope we learn his real name.

#riverdale #riverdale spoilers #jughead jones #betty cooper #bughead #falice #fred Andrews #sweet pea #cheryl blossom #choni

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donnasweett · 3 years

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fresh new area to catalog my riverlost thoughts. here is what we have so far.

major plane crash survivors:

betty cooper: the kate austen of riverlost. a fugitive who has been on the run since she was 15 after murdering her father and his mistress in a gas explosion that was made to look like an accident until alice and polly turned her in. she was subsequently framed for hal’s series of black hood murders after the fact and has been fleeing the fbi for the past 10 years until finally being caught in new zealand squatting at the farmhouse of american heiress laurie lake

veronica and chadwick gekko: a married couple traveling for business. veronica quickly discovers her father was involved with shady business dealings on the island when crates of supplies labeled “LODGE” fall from the sky, but as she is in the passenger manifest under her married surname, she must keep this a secret from the other passengers to avoid them turning on her in a panic. chad dies early season 1 by falling out of a tree and veronica turns to betty for comfort

archie andrews and jughead jones: recently reunited childhood best friends returning from a bro trip together after jughead won the lottery. immediately after paying jellybean’s way into film school and bailing his dad out of jail, the third thing jughead did after winning the lottery was call up archie to take whatever the riververse equivalent of the lord of the rings tour is together. dorky best bro things. archie is a retired army vet who was dishonorably discharged from The Football War and grew up next to betty up until they were 15. his dad was non-fatally shot in the black hood attacks but archie has never believed that betty did it. the fundamental jarchie conflict of riverlost is between archie, who is seeking a way to get himself and his fellow survivors off the island off the island, and jughead becomes more embroiled in the mystery of the island and more insistent that the island wants them to stay

josie mccoy and kevin keller: a has-been popstar and her talent manager-slash-stepbrother en route to their parents’ 10 year vow renewal. after news of the plane crash breaks, the pussycats experience a surge of new public interest and begin topping the charts again. josie finds herself in the midst of a love triangle between reggie and sweet pea on the island while kevin becomes more and more desperate to get off the island

cheryl blossom: the only known surviving heiress of the blossom maple empire. cheryl was traveling with her twin brother jason, who died immediately in the plane crash. they were attempting to flee their family, but were unwittingly put on the plane by clifford blossom knowing it would go down. a traumatized cheryl begins experiencing psychic premonitions while on the island

toni topaz: a pregnant physical therapist traveling with her friends, who were seated in the back of the plane and are separated from her for the first 48 days on the island after the crash. unbeknownst to anyone but herself, toni’s baby was immaculately conceived. she received a frightening ominous warning from an old woman in the grocery store the day before boarding the plane

reggie mantle: a private security guard hired by hiram lodge to keep tabs on the gekkos who quickly becomes romantically entangled with josie after the crash and becomes distracted from his intended assignment

tabitha and pop tate: the CEO of an international restaurant chain and her grandfather, traveling to see an extraterrestrial expert to make sense of strange phenomena reported at several pop’s locations

#my silly little posts #riverlost

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riverdale-retread · 3 years

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Riverdale S1 Ep9

Every kind of spoiler warning!

- Oh My Maple Gods Cheryl is so exquisitely beautiful. That hair, those eyes, that skin! Pre Raphaelite Angel Woman. She looks unbelievable in turquois, in that little slipdress number. I wish she didn't insist only on red.

- Katie Keene and Veronica Lodge bullied a girl and now, in Mama V mode, Veronica rushes to Ethel's rescue after a freaky poem. Jughead eats throughout the recitation haha. You know, so very many outlandish and exciting things happen in Riverdale over time that I am finding that things like this - Ethel Muggs backstory and development- get lost in the mix. But it's well done here!

And I don't think people HATE Cheryl, necessarily. I think Cheryl is overwhelming. Most can't cope with that. Ava Gardner used to give people vertigo with her inhumanly perfect face. I think it's like that.

If it's not obvious by now, Cheryl was my fav on this show so far. Until my unexpected Veronica appreciation caught me unawares.

- Cheryl calls Jughead a hobo in what I feel like is their first on screen encounter. And she calls him that the rest of his life! I don't know how to feel or who to side with in Cheryl v. Jughead. Jughead's a hobo. ACCURATE. Cheryl can see his suffering clearly, so, plus. But she wont do anything about it, so, minus.

I still think it's impressive that Cheryl body checks BOTH Jughead and Betty, who are much taller than her, when she wants. But Jughead gets a lot of that already and I don't want that for him.

I do really hate it when women bring their unimpressive boyfriend to be the muscle because No Girl, and also, Jughead (JUGGY??) of all penis havers being the muscle? Get right on outta here! Okay so advantage: Cheryl.

-Jughead being as dead wrong about literary references as Veronica. He murmurs The Icewoman Cometh at Cheryl's entrance and... he has not read O'Neill. That is not what that title says and that's not what the play is about.

- Valerie, I miss you. You were too high functioning for this show. Her pointing out that the Blossoms were trying to buy Archie! Her exit line is full Boadicea: Unlike you, Archie, I won't be bought. Classic.

-Cheryl calling Fred Andrews a DILF, to his face, in her Sunday Service voice, and him being utterly unable to cope with it whatsoever is when I totally fell in love with Riverdale irrevocably back in the day. Very Iconic Moment. Cheryl is God and her lipstick tastes sweet.

- After the Black Hood and the Farm I had almost forgotten that the Coopers used to publish the local paper together. So then Betty and Jughead having couples time at a different newspaper room is her replicating her parents, like Veronica and her triangle with Chad Gekko and Archie Andrews.

- Again, how big is Riverdale?? How does The Blue and Gold, a high school newspaper, have a bigger operating budget than the Riverdale Register?!?!?

- Dumb kids being Dumb

It pains me but Betty and Jughead are a bit... hmm. Betty's diary is what causes the whole blow up with Rapist Teacher so she knows her mom reads her diary yet she ended that episode writing in the same diary, no lock, nothing. Jughead having the murder wall and being himself is what got the superdim Sheriff Keller thinking he had himself an easy case but they never take it down and keep adding to it.

What time is it when Jughead is on Betty's bed at the start? How long has he been there??

- The Blossoms

So you have to be a Ginger Penis to be allowed to run the maple business? It doesn't matter who the parents are even. You just have to be a real ginger and have a penis. What is this religion??

- Veronica finally unable to carry a grown woman's burden at 16 and breaking down. Poor baby girl. You are doing so well! I am so proud. There there.

- I'm sorry I called Jughead Kermit. His tenderness when comforting Betty is unbeatable. Bravo.

#cheryl Blossom #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale #veronica lodge #riverdale opinions #thinking too much about riverdale #spoilers #riverdale recap #riverdale episode recap

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multimetaverse · 3 years

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Riverdale 5x06 Recap

Has Jughead really never read Of Mice and Men before?

Domestic Kangs is nice. They work way better as adults then they ever did as teens. I can’t help but wonder if either Kevin or Fangs has any inkling of who Toni’s baby daddy is

I too would like to hear more about this ‘’overseas’’ that Archie fought a war in

This ‘’Back to School Again’’ song is hella catchy and just as subtle as we’ve come to expect from Riverdale’s musical cues

Props to Betty for being so chill about that Black Hood question

Loving Hiram’s office, looks like something right out of Mad Men

Lmao at Hiram holding up that bag of Doritos directly to the camera

Sure sounds like you’re already over this marriage if you’re already going full uncut gems Ronnie

Still nice to see Weatherbee and Smithers around

That distraction Archie is offering ain’t gonna age well once Polly’s body turns up

Well I’m sure that the new gas pumps to attract truckers outside of Pops isn’t foreshadowing

Rude of those arsonists to cockblock Barchie

Hiram’s got another youth militia wing up and running

Please tell me that Archie isn’t gonna coach the bulldogs to victory over the stallions thereby showing another generation the epic highs and lows of high school football

Glad Archie skipped some lame speech and just decked Reggie, it’s awful but for a moment I thought Archie was gonna tell Reggie that he was gonna give him a worse beatdown then even his father did

That tip jar is ruthless, I’m here for the kids disrespecting Jughead

Oof Chad this is not the way to win Veronica back

Archie not liking Chad, we love to see it folks

Yaas Cheryl getting into art fraud

Truckerboy69 is a hilarious username, I sincerely congratulate the writers for that

The Mothman is already giving me ptsd flashbacks to the Gargoyle King

Did not expect Chad to have a nice voice

This Cheronica duet actually slaps

Jesus Archie that was some clumsy attempted emotional manipulation

Wait so these Mothmen live in caves but also have space ships??

LOL at Ms. Bell being Cheryl’s spy at the school

$250 000 for that painting of Jason Blossom??

Always a good sign when a missing person’s wallet and ID are found abandoned on the side of a murder highway

Who told Jughead about the epic highs and low of high school football line?

I don’t really care about Polly but Alice’s reaction to her murder is gonna be gutting

Chad’s losing a lot of points for saying ‘awesome sauce’

Cancer is one of the leading causes of death but of course it’s gonna turn out that Jughead’s spaceship radiation theory is closer to the truth (was the government running some sort of advanced weapons testing back in the day?)

Damn the CW’s making Betty keep her bra on during sex again

Not digging Chad’s black leather SS officer bathrobe

I think it probably is gonna be a problem that you’re effectively asking for a separation Veronica

Lmao Ms. Bell is also spying for Hiram

Do you think Hiram ever pauses for a second and asks himself why all his plans devolve into going after Archie Andrews?

I can think of one reason why Polly’s cellphone is in a swamp....

Well hopefully they don’t make Alice discover her own daughter’s body. Also isn’t is serial killer 101 to at least turn off the victims cell phone if they’re not gonna destroy it?

Wow a classic Cheryl dance off, been a while since we’ve had one of those

Until next week Riverdalers

#Riverdale #Archie Andrews #Veronica Lodge #Betty Cooper #Jughead Jones #Hiram Lodge #Reggie Mantle #Kevin Keller #Alice Smith #Riverdale Recaps

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jinxthequeergirl · 4 years

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1-20 for Ash since he's your groovy boy.

I'M CRYING THE TERM "YOUR GROOVY BOY" MADE MY HEART MELT TO A PUDDLE (i've had a real shit day this is the only think keeping me sane)

In other news i wasn't sure if you meant like 1 through 20 or like just 1 & 20 so i went with the first option just so i could talk about him more(1 through 19 cause two where pretty much the same) I also made sure to make sure this was as gender natural as possible so

Enjoy

1: Cuddling

Ahakakab

Ok firstly Ash?

Biggest cuddlier ever

He just loves the close contact

Spoon wise

He is the big spoon cause he feels like even when sleeping hes protecting you

He also likes two other ways

A: His head on your chest with your arms around him

Because lets face it he also deserves to feel safe and protected

B: facing you with yout limbs in a tangle

Cause he likes to look at/ admire you

You look so peaceful its one of his favorite sights

2: kissing + Favorite kiss

Ash can be a pretty rough kisser

Almost kinda like a "we might die and or never see eachother again so this is my last chance to do this" type of kiss

Sometimes you have to remind him slow down and that everything is ok and as it should be

When he remembers that hes a very passionate kisser

Like he kisses you slowly but just rough enough to be perfection

She said sighing wistfully

They can also be really playful

He'll dip you while kissing you

But also he peppers kisses all over your face while tickling you

his favorite kisses are french and neck kisses

3: Injured

He likes to make jokes about it

To lighten the mood

Just cause seeing you worried about him breaks his heart

But also to make himself feel better and help to not worry bout it to much

He secretly likes getting injured

You're always so sweet and gentel with him

And you give him special treatments ( ;) ya know what i mean?)

He also pretends he doesn't like it when you kiss his injuries cause its "childish"

But he loves it

When you are injured however its a completely diffrent story

Hes not as calm and collected as you can be

Hes angry, worried and very guilty

You can tell he blames himself because he doesn't crack any jokes like usual and hes always very quiet while he's trying to patch you up

"Kiss me better?" You ask

That makes him smile and he kisses your injuries softly just like you would

You don't blame him and you tell him that much

4:First Date

Ashely J. Williams is not

A fancy man

classy

Or a rich man

He's not one for flashy/fancy dinner dates

Your first date was some sort of take out

In his trailer

You actually really enjoyed it

Only because he made it enjoyable

After dinner the two of you kinda just laied on the floor and talked

Which was weird for ash cause he was more of a

Take someone on a date and get down to bussnies type of guy

But he actually felt connected enough to just sit and chat

5: First kiss

It happens on the hood of the delta on your second date

You where sitting there star gazing

Just talking again and when you looked over you saw him staring at you

"What?"

"Nothing...it's just...your so amazing.."

You only laugh at him

Before suddenly you felt his lips on yours stopping you

That was one of the first and only times hes ever taken his time kissing you

It was one of those gentel kisses that you just melted into

He cupped your cheek with his hand and his other pulled you closer

It was one where when he pulled away you chased after it not wanting it to end

*cheifs kiss* twas perfection

6:Training

Ash really did his best to keep you out of that part of his life

He didn't want any one else he cared about dying on him because of it

He loved you to much

But it came to a point where he decided it was better to be safe then sorry

He taught you how to use the boom stick

And you quickly became pretty handy with it

That along with teaching yourself how to use a series of other tools

Like knifes and axes

He found it really attractive to watch you work like that

7: akward moment

The first really akward moment between you was probably the use of "i love you" too soon

To be fair though everyone thought they where about to die

So when ash blurted "I love you!"

And found that you where still intact

It was slightly uncomfortable in the room for everyone when you responded with

"You've never said that to me before."

And nothing else

Not that you didn't love him back

You where just unprepared for it to happen like that

After avoiding eachother him mainly trying to play it off as if he didn't say that

And acting as if Ash williams never told prople he loved them

Once you finally git fed up enough with it you had to basically yell it back to him

He was very relieved and happy to hear it

8: Fighting

Fights can go one of two ways usually

One being no one gets anywhere ever in the argument

Your both so stuborn

And ash being ash who hates to admit when he's wrong and never owns up to his own actions

Just makes you more angry

Making the argument get heated further

This type of fight usually ends in an angry make out session where your both apologizing like crazy

The other way is again ash being ash

But instead making you cry

This ends the argument pretty quickly because the only thing that can make him own up to any thing is you crying

You tend to use this strategy a lot in order to keep him quite

But sometimes it can really make you cry

He always apologizes right away and pulls you in for a tight hug where he kisses the top of your head

And wipes away your tears

You both actually hate fighting and hate that it ever (though rarely) gets to that point

9:crying

Like I've mentioned before

Ash cannot stand the sight of his baby in pain of any type

Crying is one of the worst things hes ever had to deal with in his life

And hes delt with a lot

His only goal in life is to make sure you are happy, healthy and safe

He's also kinda shit when it comes to dealing with emotions

He won't ask whats wrong right away

Just kinda stand there awkwardly attempting to make you laugh

When and if that doesn't work he'll finally sit down next to you and put a protective arm around you and ask whats wrong

If you don't wanna talk?

Thats ok hes there when you're ready to

Hes not leaving any time soon until your happy again

He'll hold you close to him

Pulling you into his lap to hold you properly

And just lets you cry

When you do tell him whats the matter

Bet your ass that its taken care of right away

Cause anything that makes his perfect partner cry? Dosen't even get the right to exsist anymore

10: sleeping

You better believe ash has nightmares

And feels bad for waking you because of them

But you're very well aware it can be hard for him to sleep

So you are more than happy to stay awake with him for as long as it takes

Even if that means until the sun rises

Or you fall asleep in his lap hes ok with that its the thought that counted

Nights like that are nights when he likes to cuddle you with his head on your chest

You'll kiss his head, smooth his hair

And even sometimes talk or hum to him to calm him down

That usually does the trick of getting him back to sleep for a little while

Sometimes he'll wake up gently and find you peacefully asleep beside him

And he'll kiss your cheek, cover you up and lay back down

Cause knowing your still safe is enough to help him sleep too!

11: bathing/ showering

I don't think ash would get or understand the want and need for a bath

But if you can convince him to take at least one with you

Boom

Thats all he'll ever wanna do

Man has never once in his life had time to sit and relax

But this is something else

To have you with him to

Either sitting across him

Or laying against him makes it Much more enjoyable

Baths are very rare very special occasion things though

Showering is a more often occurance and also a spontaneous thing

And its a plus cause its not Always a sex thing with him

It can be a nice and romantic thing as well

Especially on rough days when he wants to relax in the shower but also talk

Your there to keep him company

12: First time

Honestly the first time was well into your relationship with each other

And it happened in the Delta

It wasn't like rough, extremely passionate or even a serious matter

It was More fun and... vanilla with lots of laughter

It was sweet

The purest form of sex honestly is when you can laugh and or talk during it

And you two being the two people you are

Plus car sex being a horrible idea to begin with

Made it all the funnier but better

I don't think ash ever knew you could actually have like legitamie fun doing it

Just another thing you helped him realize

His heart like seriously skipped a beat hearing you laugh the way you had that night

Yet another reason he knew he loved you

13: soft spot/ weakness

Ash's soft spots include

Tummy

Hips

Neck

Jaw

And that lil spot behind the ear but just under it

Kiss him there and hes Tapped out

Ashes weaknesses are

His partner just in general

If you've been with him this long

He warships you

Definitely an ass/leg guy though

Wear something reveling enough tonshow case both ass and leg

K.o.

14:Pregnancy/ Birth

You wouldn't ever have to worry about ash not wanti g to be a dad or not

So you'd tell him almost right away

Ash is gonna get teary eyed

He'll make some jokes

But he will get watery eyes

And you know how happy new dads get when they find out they are gonna be a dad?

That whole "I'm gonna be a dad!? I'M GONNA BE A DAD!"

Yea 100% ash

Hes lifting you off the floor and spinning you around cheering

About how theres gonna be a lilttle Ash jr. Running around

Hes definitely the kinda guy who likes to talk to the mommy tummy all the time

Bump or not

Everything is suddenly about the baby

Hes always on the look out for baby things

Buys everything

Hes probably the dad who wants to mix the parents names together and name the baby that

Which is kinda gid awful and you tell him that

If its a girl you agree to name her Cheryl after his sister

Which lowkey makes him teary eyes again

You agree to let him pick the boy name though

He jokes about picking names like...idk hulk or something

But you picked a meaningful name he wants to do the same

You can trust him with that much

When the baby is born

He almost refuses to let it go

Hes got that new dad worry/ slash haze

"Where are they taking them?"

"Are they ok!?"

Loses his shit when the baby does grabby hands and holds his prosthetic finger

Hes so proud of his new kick ass family

15:Touching

When ash touches you its usually soft, slow and gentle

No matter what

That’s it

He lets his fingers gently run across your skin

Mainly because 👏he 👏worships👏you👏

And you deserve to be treated like the holy entity he sees you as

He hold your hand firmly though as not to lose you

16 : Undressing:

Its either slowly piece by piece

Taking his time to do so

Or extremely fast

17 what “turns them on” :

ash is horny by nature

do anything around him when hes in the right mood easy enough

but other than that ash likes being in control of situations

makes him feel powerful

so give that man even the slightest bit of power and hes ready

he also finds it supper attractive when you are in charge and calling all the shots

18 domestic life

once everything with deadits is finally over and is at peace

the first thing ash does is marry you

then moves you to Jacksonville Florida likes hes always wanted

then thats where you would have your baby

the both of you get good jobs

send your kid(s) to good schools

all of yours childrens friends love being around ash and hearing him tell stories

19 farewell/ how they say goodbye

he always gives you a good solid kiss

before softly telling you to have a good day and to not miss him to much

hes always extra careful to throw in one last quick peck on the lips or cheek before you leave

#ash williams x reader #ashley williams x reader #evil dead x reader #horror x reader #horror imagine #slasher x reader #slasher imagine

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heiterbroward · 4 years

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You know what? I am gonna make a post...

Ok so a lot of people are saying this ep was good, but I have a few gripes w it. Like Jughead's whole story was weird, and everyone was portrayed ooc. Betty was portrayed as this ultra-logical and unaffected strategic mastermind meanwhile when she, Archie, and Veronica were going through a similar situation after Jughead's "death," she was actually pretty emotional and freaking out despite trying to keep it together. She was also the one throwing up at school after Alice made her hide a body, and she was in constant emotional distress over the Black Hood. Meanwhile, Veronica was the one who was generally more logical, calm, and strategic during the Jughead thing, but in his story, he reversed how they would react. On the one hand, he could just think it's cool for Betty to act like that and for them to be this troubled, emo murder couple like Violate but it's also weird that he portrayed Veronica of all people as the moral compass not once but twice; she was the one who was speaking out against killing Reggie while Dark Betty said "stfu V!" And she was also the one who wanted to call the police in his rewritten version and the one (w Archie) going on about how wrong it was for them to be wanting people dead. Even in that scene, Betty was still rolling her eyes and getting mad, talking about saving their own futures. Idk but I think Betty would be the last one to react that selfishly and if I were Betty, I'd be confused why my boyfriend portrayed me as so rotten in his story while seemingly having a lot of subconscious admiration for Veronica...especially bc in the one episode about the Farm, Betty was like "I'm not a monster, right?" or something, so I guess the answer is yes, or at least that's how Alice and Polly see you and how Jughead fantasizes you are like in his story. It's like Jughead thinks the idea of Dark Betty is hot or something, but that's a part of herself she has actively tried not to succumb to and that makes her hate herselfie. But then every time she read the story, she said it was good...right. I mean, maybe she actually thought it was good for some reason, but it also seems like she's afraid to say anything to make him mad, like their whole relationship is her propping him up bc hail the garlic. Like she shouldn't have to always be exerting herself to prove to him that she really cares about him. She babies him too like she had to say "i'll watch the tapes while u write your story" bc she knew if she didn't, then he would procrastinate writing to go watch the tapes. Meanwhile writing is supposedly his biggest passion?

Archie was also portrayed weird like a big, rude brute, and Cheryl cried over Reggie for why? She would be one of the least emotional ones imo; she sure didn't cry or feel guilty about Toni killing her uncle or whoever that was. In fact, she talked Toni out of feeling guilty about it. Also Reggie? If I were him, I'd be like "did I give u permission to write in your story about how my dad hits me?" Also, he was the only one feeling guilty or acting like a huge idiot trying to get them all caught. Like does Jug have some kind of vendetta against Reggie or something? Lmao. And why was Veronica rude to him that one time, saying "Who would be stupid enough to work w you?" or something like that. If I were Reggie, I'd be like "...ok? Weren't u the one who dumped me? Why are u out here throwing shade?" But I guess Veronica's not allowed to have friends, so they have to make her act snarky toward people for no reason like she did w Cheryl at the beginning of Season 2.

Anyway, it was also so annoying how Betty had to think of the whole premise for the story along w everyone else contributing...except Jughead. And yet, he'll take their idea and write a story from it. If he plans to go to one of the best writing programs in the country, shouldn't he try to think of his own original idea? Also pretty sure those types of programs favor literary fiction, not genre fiction aka true crime/horror. Like maybe he should become a detective or a journalist since he seems to enjoy solving cases and writing about them (he's practically a true crime nonfiction writer) than actually thinking of an original fiction piece and writing about that. Plus is his life really so boring that he has to keep exploiting the traumas of Cheryl, Betty, and even Reggie for his stories? Like write about your own experiences, Forsythe! Also interesting how Betty was acting robotic and weird all season from the FBI plot through her involvement w the Stonewall plot, then started showing some heart again the past few episodes only to go back into robotic "my morals are blinded by my obsession w this case" mode again this ep. But yeah, getting fixated on these cases w Jughead really brings out the best in both of them!

Don't even get me started on the parents! They were so smugly that one scene in the hallway. If I were Mr. Honey I'd be like "who are ya'll? U care about your kids all of a sudden? And it's bc of prom being cancelled that you all finally decided to crawl out of your caves and care about what goes on at the school...figures." And the part at Pop's when they were like "we all have ur best interests at heart even if it doesn't seem like it" it's like...cool? U still all suck. And actions speak louder than words, so don't try to make it like your kids should just forgive everything you do bc "we love u! We' just don't know how to be parents lol. Oh well!" Like wow, that totally doesn't sound like an excuse to not only have a pity party but also to avoid putting in effort toward self-growth. And who does Mary think she is? Archie had to go through that whole thing w Fred about Fred wanting him to do construction when he wanted to do music before Fred finally decided to let Archie make up his own mind, but now Archie has to go through it all over again w Mary trying to come and pressure him into joining the Naval Academy. Like she's so out of touch w his life and will try to show up at the last minute when he's almost an adult and act like she knows what's going on. Dookie. At least she's dating the Navy lady tho. Werk!

Ugh and Mr. Honey isn't an angel now just bc the secretary said he did whatever for the school. Like are they really all so black and white that they assumed he did absolutely nothing good ever? People can be morally gray, but not on this show I guess. Meanwhile, if I were Betty I'd be like to Jughead "hmm, so Mr. Honey blamed me for cheating which I didn't do (she's the only one who actually didn't do what she got banned from prom for btw. Idk why the others were mad when they literally did stupid things worthy of being punished)...he also made me put together a whole yearbook singlehandedly at the last min just to cancel it. But bc he sent u a letter of rec, that's enough for u to change your whole opinion of him. Like forget everything he did to your gf right?" Kinda selfish.

Also that one part where Archiekins was like "we need a strategy. What should we do, Betty?" If I were Veronica, I'd be like "fuck my drag, right?" Like wasn't she the one who constructed a big, elaborate plan to help Archie escape juvie? Meanwhile, Betty constructed a plan that would've gotten them all caught if half the town didn't end up being in on Jughead faking his death. Guess she's just a walking wallet to these people at this point.

The cliffhanger was also a snorgasm so...yeah. What ever happened to Josie's mom? Or Mad Dog? Jk I hope he leaves and goes to college far away from these hoes. Ugh remember how Cheryl called her mom a monster again this ep? Aka she only conveniently didn't hate Penelope for one episode bc she needed a reason to quit Veronica's business. K. Also didn't Toni specifically not want Cheryl to find out the tickle plot bc Cheryl would get mad that she used the Vixens behind her back? But now she knows and is just ok w it for some reason bc the show will make either of Choni act ooc to avoid them having a conflict. Sounds like a normal and mutually healthy relationship. Can't wait for their wedding at prom! And for the new principal to be Alice or sumn. Ugh this episode gave my dog a tummy ache. Also Kevin got cut from Jug's story even tho he had one of the biggest feuds w Mr. Honey? How hetero. And now Mr. Honey will croak for real, and they'll all be under suspicion bc of the story...bc he just had to write about that instead of actually making up something not related to his life. Smelly dribble.

P. S. Even w everything else wrong w this episode, the worst crime by far was that grodacious yellow sweater w a zipper thing Betty was wearing! Somebody call the police!

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