#i love how purple veronicas room is

[h0nology]

For The Cameras

You have a crush on Pedro but he’s already taken…apparently

warnings: slightly shy reader, jealousy, cussing, talk of body image, kissing, slight bullying, implied smut minors dni

You were Pedro’s new assistant, how that happened, you really didn’t know. It was such a fast process, and now here you are, attending an award show with him. You guys arrived at the hotel earlier that morning and it’s been chaos ever since, you we’re running around like a chicken with your head cut off the entire day trying to make sure everything was in place.

“Tie or no tie?” Pedro asked everyone in the room, everybody responding with tie, but your mouth twisted at the sight of the purple tie with his suit.

“It adds a pop a color and matches Veronica’s dress.” His stylist had said.

Right, Veronica. Pedro’s bitchy supermodel girlfriend, the two honestly didn’t even look right together. She was a pretty girl, nice curvy body, long brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes but her personality was trash. You thought she was a terrible person, rude and bossy to everybody she came across. Hate is a strong word, but you were sure you hated her.

Pedro looks over at you, “What do you think?”

“Um…” You trailed off, “No tie.”

He slightly smiled, removing the tie from his neck. You watched as he smoothed out his jacket, you wished you could tell him how effortlessly handsome he is. This man could wear anything, and you’d be attracted to him, was this appropriate? No. But you couldn’t help but admire him in the all black suit, with the silk black shirt that he didn’t button up all the way. And his hands, and those rings. How’d you love for them to wrap around your throat as he f—

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Pedro’s voice snapped you out of your explicit thoughts.

“Oh!” You shook your head, regaining focus. You were still in your jeans and plain t shirt, “Y-yeah, I should.” You quietly chuckled.

Pedro looked at you for a moment, about to speak until his phone ringing gained his attention. You were able to sneak at glance at it before he picked it up off the table. Veronica.

“Hey, V.” He says, you wanted to cringe, “Ho-hold on! I can’t hear you.”

“Okay everybody! Give Mr. Pascal some time alone!” You took it upon yourself to clear the room, shooing for everyone to get out. Once everyone was out, you grabbed your things and went to follow after them.

“Hey!” Pedro calls out.

You spin on your heels and look at him with a questionable look as he stood with the phone to his ear, listening to whatever Veronica was saying.

“I can’t wait to see what you wear tonight.” He slightly smirked.

Your body froze. Was he talking to you? No, he can’t be. He’s talking to his girlfriend. Veronica. Maybe he had forgotten what he was going to tell you. Yeah, that’s it. You shot him a awkward smile before walking out of his hotel suite. You quickly made your way to your room, opening the door and throwing your things onto the bed. You took a speedy, hot shower and wrapped your towel around yourself as you entered the now freezing room. You only had an hour until the car was here to take Pedro and the rest of the little crew to the venue. You rummaged through your suitcase, looking for your dress that you were wearing tonight. Once your finally got your hands on it, you threw it on the bed along with your shoes and mediocre accessories.

You sat on the edge of the bed and moisturized your body down, running your hands over your freshly shaved legs. You throw your towel across the room, sliding on your red lace panties, skipping putting on bra since it wouldn’t look right with your dress. You picked up the said dress and quickly slipped it on, you ran over to the mirror, smoothing out the silk black mini dress that had a little flare at the bottom. It hugged your body perfectly but was a tad bit short, it had stopped a little above your knees. You bite your lip, contemplating if you wanted to wear it or not. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, this is Pedro’s night. He was invited to the award show, not you. You’re just his assistant that had to tag along. You let out a loud sigh, going to look in your luggage but not finding anything that met the dress code.

“Oh, fuck it!” You slightly yelled as you saw the time, you quickly put on your necklace and earrings and slide on your red kitten heels.

You rush out your room and back over to Pedro’s suite, repeatedly knocking on the door.

“Pedro, the car is here to take you to the venue!” You talk through the door, “Pedro!”

Yeah, okay, you were a nervous wreck around the man, but you took your job seriously and one thing you hated was being late.

As you continued to knock, the door swung open, revealing Veronica. You hated to admit it but she looked beautiful, her dress was dark purple with beaded detailing and her long hair was now curled, and her makeup was gorgeous. She was gorgeous…until she opened her mouth.

“We heard you.”

You pursed your lips together, “Veronica! You look amazing.” You managed to say.

“Thanks! I know!” She smiles, “You ready, baby?”

“Yep!” Pedro appears from behind her, eyes locking on you immediately. He continued to smile as he looked you up and down, eyes scanning over your body.

“Great!” You clap, “Let’s go!”

The two walked out ahead of you and were met by Veronica’s security at the elevator, you were on and off within minutes and was now in the lobby, outside was already flooded with paparazzi.

“Remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!” You say as the doors opened and the lights started flashing.

You stood back and watched as the two walked out hand in hand, quickly posing for a few pictures before climbing into the SUV. You waited for the cameras to stop before you and the rest of the little crew walked outside to get into the car, you were surprised when a few flashes blinded you on your way out there. You and the rest of the crew climbed in, and the car took off.

The ride there consisted of you going over things with Pedro, whose eyes haven’t left you since you got into the car. Not really sure if he was actually listening to you, only nodding here and there but his eyes never left yours. You encouraged Pedro to take some behind the scenes photos for his Instagram, you snuck a few pictures in the process, knowing his fans loved off guards (and so did you). When you told him to take bts photos you meant of him and his girlfriend, maybe even some random shoe pictures, so when his camera was pointed at you, you were caught off guard. Awkwardly smiling as you sat there with your legs crossed.

“The woman who keeps me in check!” He says behind the camera, “Are you taking a video?” You nervously chuckled.

“Yes.” He continues to point the camera at you for a minute before panning it over to his manager who sat beside you, “My wonderful manager.”

“My beautiful, beautiful lady.” He turns the camera at Veronica, who blows a kiss at the camera, then finally turns it to himself, “And then there’s me.” He says into the camera before ending the recording.

The ride continued on for a little longer before you all arrived at the venue, cameras and fans swarming the car already. The security got out first, then Pedro who helped Veronica out, the crowd going crazy once they saw the two. You scooted your way out the car, Pedro offering you his hand, taken by surprise you skeptically took it and it seemed like once your hand was in his, the camera flashes went crazy. You quickly get out, quickly smoothing out your dress before being joined by his manager.

“Go on, Pedro.” They say, urging him to join Veronica who was waiting on him.

“Remember, big smiles, big smiles.” You take his phone to hold it for him while he’s on the carpet, “And breathe, I got it.” He winks, before walking off to grab Veronica’s hand and entering the red carpet.

You and his manager trailed along, standing behind the cameras, watching as they walked along the carpet. Seeing the two actually made you sick to your stomach, but you had to pretend like you loved them on social media. You didn’t post Pedro on your account THAT much, but when you did you always included Veronica and how much the two were ‘couple goals’ even though you hated every bit of their relationship.

And you knew you shouldn’t be jealous, and that it wasn’t right. But you couldn’t help it.

After the carpet, day turned into night and it all was a bit of a blur. A lot was going on, you were once again trying to keep everything in order and trying not to lose your mind. Pedro had won an award for his role in his recent movie, that being said it was almost mandatory for him to attend the after party they had put together, and you just happened to get dragged along as well.

Anddd you were on picture duty again, snapping the night away. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t exhausted, you’d been running around since seven o’clock in the morning, it was now a little past midnight. You had your fun for a little bit but decided to call it a night once the clock hit one, calling for a ride back to the hotel, leaving Pedro to dance and party the night away.

Once you were back at the hotel and in your room, you plopped down onto the soft bed, letting yourself sink into the comforter. Another busy and stressful, yet successful day. You were so tired you didn’t even want to move, laying in the bed still fully dressed, staring up at the ceiling. You grabbed your phone, figuring you should make a few posts before officially calling it a night. You scrolled through your photos, favoriting the few of yourself that you had taken throughout the night and some of Pedro while he was on the carpet and the stage accepting his reward. You quickly put a collage together on your Instagram story, adding the pictures of yourself, some scenery and Pedro.

“amazing night tonight! & big congrats to @pascalispunk for well-deserved win. remember, big smiles, big smiles and breathe!! ❤️”

Some likes to your story trickled in, some replies, fan accounts already reposting the pictures of Pedro you had taken. You were about to shut your phone off until a familiar username popped up at the top of you screen, you clicked it almost immediately.

“Come celebrate with me, beautiful 🥂”

“Don’t you think you celebrated enough tonight?” You replied.

“Never enough. Come to my room.”

And just like that you weren’t even tired anymore, your body pumping with adrenaline. Oh, but this was wrong, this was so wrong. You work for him, he’s your boss, he has a girlfriend! Why isn’t he celebrating with her?! The voice in your head screamed no but your feet were already headed towards the door, leaving your room and making your way to his. As you approached, your heart started to beat out your chest. You lightly knocked on the door, taking a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

“I was wondering if you’d come.” The door swung open, he stood there with his shirt untucked, missing his suit jacket and a few more buttons unbuttoned.

“Of course.” You smile, walking into the room.

“I didn’t get to party with you last night.” He says from behind you.

“Well, I–it’s really not my job to party with you.” You tell him, “How come it’s not?” He asks.

“I’m your assistant, Pedro.” You half laugh, “I’m here to assist you.”

“Then you assist me by partying with me next time.” He grabs a bottle of champagne off the table, “You do good at your job, and I thank you for that. But just relax for now, celebrate with me.” He pours the liquid into a glass, “Here.”

You take the glass from him, “Thanks.” You take a sip, “Cheers to you.”

“Cheers.” He says as he takes a sip as well, leaving the room quiet for a while until he spoke up again, “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”

Your cheeks heat up at the comment, taking another, much larger sip of your wine. Looking around at everything else other than his eyes that were locked on you.

“Thank you…”

“Every day, really.”

You didn’t even know how to respond to him right now. Where is all of this coming from? What is he even talking about right now? How was he over here calling you beautiful when he had the hottest supermodel girlfriend! Half of the time your hair is messy and you’re running around sweating in sweatpants.

“Mr–.” You say, in a warning tone, “Pedro.” He cuts you off.

“Pedro.” You corrected yourself, “I-I don’t even know what to say, I’m flattered but…Veronica…”

As much as you wanted to entertain this, run with it and let him feed you compliments it just wasn’t right. And you weren’t that type of girl. You weren’t about to be the hot talk of the internet for being a home wrecker.

“What about Veronica?”

“What do you mean what about her? She’s your girlfriend! Your hot, supermodel girlfriend! I’m your assistant, why are you sitting here trying to flirt with me when you have her?!” You stood from your seat, placing your glass on the table.

Pedro began to laugh and all you could do was stare at him with a blank face.

“You’re laughing?!”

“Veronica is not my girlfriend. She’s only my girlfriend for the cameras.” He tells you.

“What? No, no. Don’t lie.” You shake your head, “Why do you two act like that when the cameras aren’t around?!”

“Nobody is allowed to know; I couldn’t even tell you. We have to act like a couple around everybody.” He further explains, “It’s all a contract, just a messy publicity stunt.”

“You two sure as hell are doing a great job.” You muttered, crossing your arms.

All those times you had been jealous...for nothing!

“We’re actors, it’s what we do.” He shrugs, cocky smile on his face.

“You’re an actor, she’s not.”

“Trust me, she is.” He says, “She doesn’t live the way you think.”

“Okay, so what? You’re telling me all this why?!”

“I see the way you look at me, how you act around me. I read people well.” He starts, “And I’m certain you feel the same way about me, how I feel about you.”

“And how is that?”

He didn’t answer you, only walking closer to you. Closing the gap between you two, you quietly gulp as he tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes for a moment. You caught yourself leaning forward, eyes fluttering shut and before you know it his lips were on yours, taking your breath away.

“Does that answer your question?” He says as he pulls out the kiss, hand still underneath your chin.

part two??

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[riverdale-retread]

Riverdale S7 E 17 (Chapter 134) A Different Kind of Cat

Betty is in her room, angrily typing about how she “can’t hold back any longer,” telling her newsletter readers that she’s been reading their outpourings. She lists the sins that have been committed against her - made to be a cheerleader, put into therapy, had her diaries read, rejected by her mother, and of course, she was also slapped. As vengeance she’s going to release a book, ‘The Collected and Expanded Teenage Mystique.” She’s going to only put out the uncensored truth about being a teenager. She wants to burn the small minded town to the ground.

Alice is a most inconsistent jail keeper by the way because Betty is typing really loudly with her door wide open, and there are a pile of letters from girls on her desk, but Alice isn’t aware of any of THIS going on.

Speaking of goings on - Jeronica are about to make their school debut! They have not figured out how to do a couples look yet - Veronica is wearing a shoulderless cleavage baring ballgown type thing in purple, and Jughead is wearing an orange zigzag sweater. Jughead wants to take it easy on the rest of the Riverdale population - he’s willing to just follow in Veronica’s wake. I love this about him, immediately, because this seems like the correct attitude for a boyfriend of Veronica Lodge’s to have. Veronica will not stand for it. She takes his hand, and they step into the school together. Jughead looks more than a little worried.

The first person they see is Julian, who sees them hold hands and looks peeved. Then Cheryl and Toni pass. Toni is merely interested, but Cheryl is full of contempt. I keep forgetting that Cheryl actively dislikes Veronica in this universe for stealing her rich beautiful girl thunder because they were lowkey in need and in love with each other for so much of Seasons 1-6. The next person to clock them is Betty, who looks like it gives her indigestion. Which is no surprise because Veronica? Veronica! What was all that cosmic kissing talk from the past couple episodes? Betty comes by her discomfort very honestly here. More and more students notice the handholding.

Jughead is happy that the gauntlet is over. He says he’s not used to being stared at by so many people. That can’t possibly be true. You go to school wearing a felt crown. You burst in on the student lounge and yelled at people about milk. You just didn’t INTEND to get stared at until today. Veronica tells him that even she hadn’t ever garnered quite this much attention, not since she wore her “sexy witch costume” to school for Halloween by mistake. Jughead has no idea what she’s talking about, but he is turned on so hard so fast, that she has to ask him directly if he “has a thing for sexy teen witches.”

Jughead is so cute. He looks like he doesn’t know if he should run away to jack off or hurl from nervousness: “Well, yes! Yes I do!” But then he always covers all his reactions to things with a sort of This is About My Art kind of gloss, so he immediately segues into: “I know a boss idea when I hear one.” Veronica will have none of it.

Using her most kittenish voice, she says, “I’m glad to have inspired …[looks directly at his crotch, pauses, then looks back up to his face] .. *something.*” They share a very chaste kiss in the hallway farewell.

Archie is showing his poem to Miss Grundy. Miss Grundy says the poem demonstrates that he “grew up overnight.” She wants to know what happened. He prostituted a woman is what happened. We cut to -WHY? WHY DO WE CUT TO THIS? WE GET IT! STOP SHOWING ME THIS! - Reggie and Archie inside Twyla’s red-lit depressing prostitution room as she closes the door. Archie omits that part and tells his teacher only about the sunrise he watched with Reggie when he was somehow much more fucked out than Reggie.

I hate Archie all over again. I hope Twyla never caught an STD but with fervor I pray that she gave one to Reggie and Archie like the Virgin getting impregnated by the Word.

Grundy, who has no clue, tells him to “keep doing” whatever it is he’s doing.

Archie tells the nastiest sex pun of all time, purely for his own benefit. Can I say again? I hate Archie. They ruined sweet, earnest, stupid S7 Archie for me wholesale by doing this. He says, “I’m definitely going back.” He’s so SLEAZY.

In the other storyline that I hate that I guess they’re keeping, Cheryl and Toni are using school resources to develop raunchy photos of themselves. Fail Lesbians. Terrific.

In a class that Grundy is about to teach about the Enlightenment Period, Jughead, seated immediately behind Cheryl, is drawing a very sexy teen witch that looks just like Veronica Lodge on a broomstick. He’s actually a very competent artist.

In the student lounge, Reggie has told Julian about his recent experience as a man who prostitutes women. Julian refuses to whisper about any of it. “YOU AND ANDREWS?’ he basically hollers, as Reggie cringes. Oh Julian. I was rooting for you, because you can sing and you look cute as the ur-Archie. You ruined this. “You and Reg took a ride on the town bicycle, Twyla Twyst?” Julian basically SHOUTS this at Archie.

Reggie looks very uncomfortable in the background, taking a very large gulp of coke. Dude, why did you feel the need to share any of this with Julian, of all people? “AND YOU’RE GOING BACK FOR SECONDS?”

The first person that Archie, looking like a sleazy deer in headlights that I would gladly run over with my car, makes eye contact with is Betty Cooper, sitting on the couch. She looks more and more like Alice Cooper by the second, wearing her pink and brown check pattern dress like armor.

The things that Betty says though show her in know better light than anybody else. She is no Betty Friedan, regardless of whether she used the word “mystique” for a good book title before her or not. She is peeved that boys get celebrated “for their sexual conquests” and girls get punished for “wanting the same” but this is all manner of fucked up. Prostituting a woman doesn’t mean the same thing as getting a girl to like you enough to want to have sex with you, being a super obvious point that doesn’t need to be said, but I’m going to say it because this is my blog. She’s so disgusted by Julian slow clapping that she packs up all her stuff to exit the lounge. For some reason, she’s the only girl who can hear any of this conversation - the other students in there are entirely deaf to Julian’s shouting.

As she angrily stomps out of the lounge, Betty runs smack into Cheryl, who drops all her photos. In the ensuing scramble, Betty sees one of them. It intrigues her so much she pursues the fleeing Cheryl all the way outside, to the bench, and clearly forces her to talk about the photos. Cheryl is too tired of life to put up much of a fight: “I am going steady with Toni Topaz.” Betty’s reaction - “Oh!” followed by a frown, blinking, followed by a stuttered “Well, that…m.-makes sense…” is further support for my central thesis that Betty Cooper is very, very stupid in S7. Evelyn ALREADY OUTED Cheryl and Toni to Betty in particular in that conversation they were all having about Fangs impregnating Midge. Further, I can tell that Betty doesn’t understand at all how two girls can go together - she’s being very Queen Victoria over here, she doesn’t see how that would work, which is why she says “That makese sense” because it doesn’t make any sense to her whatsoever. She’s so incorrigibly stupid, and on top of being really, really dumb, she’s also really, really vain, because she thinks she can write a book.

Cheryl has never directly come out to anyone before, so she is very worried. For Cheryl Blossom, in every universe, a good defense is the only reliable method of existence, so she double dog dares Betty to try to use it against her.

I don’t think you need to worry, Cheryl. Betty doesn’t actually understand what you’re saying.

Betty does glom on to the fact that Cheryl and Toni being together in some incomprehensible way is a secret, so she comes out with a secret of her own. She is The Girl Next Door, the writer of The Teenage Mystique.

Cheryl makes me lose all hope in life, because she not only says that she loves The Teenage Mystique but also that the Girl Next Door’s “advice is tops.” But Betty is so, so dumb Cheryl. How can she possibly be “tops” as an advisor.

They shake hands, because Cheryl finds it an honor to know The Girl Next Door.

Now they can talk business. Betty wants to know what Cheryl was going to do with the “amazing pictures.” Cheryl was going to come out “in the most unabashed way” by publishing the photos in Femme and In magazine. Um. More like, get whoever was publishing that magazine arrested by Vice for publishing indecent material featuring children, but sure, be reckless, Cheryl.

Plus, I think it’s so cowardly for Cheryl to ‘come out’ by publishing male-gaze appeasing lingerie photos of herself as a minor rather than just tell her parents and go to the crazy girl prison like all the other wayward girls do. This is not empowerment, at all. How famous is Femme and In magazine anyway? How would this even be known in the Blossom household or the circles they run in such that it would have this “blow the lid off their world” impact?

Oh no. Oh. Oh no. Betty has infected Cheryl with the stupid.

Betty immediately sees an opportunity for herself in this desperate act of Cheryl’s. She wants to include Cheryl and Toni’s story - complete with the racy photos - in her upcoming ‘book.’ Cheryl decides immediately that this would somehow be “the perfect forum for” coming out. Okay. Sure.

Betty also wants to have lingerie photos taken of herself. Cheryl is all about this, and she’s gonna get something out of it too - she gets to make another oil painting that all these people are too foolish to commission outright.

That night, someone drives up in a very swanky car, complete with a grey haired white driver, to the Babylonium, which is showing “A Star Is Born.” A sleek someone in very high heels walks into the theater.

Upstairs, Veronica is canoodling with Jughead, who has shown her his sexy teen witch art. She loves it - “this is the bee’s knees!” Jughead has simply named this character Veronica the Teenage Witch. He says that Pep Comics is in desperate need for a new character to improve readership and to get past the new censorship rules. He’s so pleased with himself, his work, and with his new girlfriend.

An extremely elated Clay comes bursting in because someone very important and unbelievable is here.

It’s Josie McCoy!

Josie’s presence is so powerful it turns Veronica right back into the drag queen she sometimes inhabits. She starts to recite Josie’s in-universe resume at her. She’s a famous chanteuse, she founded some important sounding theater company, she’s won a Tony!

Josie McCoy is Eartha Kitt. This actress is doing an AMAZING job. She channels just enough of Kitt’s interesting vocal mannerisms and accent to be a tribute without shading over into being embarrassing or camp. She says that she’s heard good things (a person who “shakes things up”) about Veronica. She’s here because she has a secret (“hush hush”) movie project. She urges Veronica to dismiss her underlings. Veronica has no qualms treating her high school friends as servants - she shoos them away. Clay scampers away with zero dignity whatsoever, but Kevin (Kevin? but yes, Kevin does this one thing correctly) looks both annoyed at this treatment (rightfully) and appears to have things he wants to say to Josie McCoy too.

Turns out this movie that Josie made was a sort of Barbra Streisand making Yentl type thing - she wrote, directed, produced and starred in it. She wants to do a test screening at the Babylonium if it turns out to be “up to her standards.” She needs to do this in Riverdale because it’s Siberia as far as the California movie industry is concerned (Veronica is so starstruck that she doesnt even seem to register this cruel blow) so that there will no risk of some studio executives “second guessing” all the creative choices.

We cut to the screening. Clay in the projection booth is verklempt. Veronica is hypnotized. Kevin has ditched his boyfriend to do all the work in the back room while he creepily has stayed in the theater itself (Hi Hateful Kev, there you are!) to inch closer to Josie. He’s up and giving a standing over before the movie is even over, looking shiftily over at the back of Josie’s head in case she notices him. Veronica however is genuinely moved. She looks like she might cry as she stands to give her own ovation.

When it’s just the two of them in Veronica’s executive suite, Veronica (the teenage witch, natch) offers the grown adult Broadway star alcohol, who accepts it without comment. Veronica of course always manages to think of making things bigger and better. Having seen the film, she now wants to upgrade from a test screening to a full blown red carpet movie premier. (Oh! Or she didn’t not notice the blow about how Riverdale is irrelevant Siberia as far as the movie industry goes from before - she just smelled a business opportunity brewing and held her tongue.)

Josie is very gracious in her refusal of this initial suggestion (“I’m still tinkering.”) Veronica doubles down, calling the movie Perfection. Josie doesn’t disagree but then says that studio executives are skittish creatures. Veronica agrees. “They are fear driven creatures.”

Well, not if the insane stuff that’s allowed to happen on the show Riverdale is any indication but maybe this is supposed to be a wink and a nod about two things - the upcoming Hollywood writers’ strike, and maybe a not so subtle attempt at trying to pacify the Riverdale fandom that surely wasn’t expecting that we would get zero true closure on any of the things that have ever happened before on the six previous seasons, nevermind continuity. (Like, randomly, for example - Reggie and Josie are both entirely new people with old faces and names.)

Josie is being a fear driven creature herself though. After negging Veronica about the town and her theater, she now negs her about Riverdale’s citizenry. Josie, you’re the one who came HERE. Nobody asked you. So why go on about whether the people in this town are ‘hep’ or needing a lay of the land?

Veronica truly loves movies though. She thinks this one is great, so she’s willing to be accommodating to the last. She offers herself and the two minion gays to be tour guides for Josie, starting bright and early at 8 a.m. Josie hoots with laughter (this laugh was fantastically done, pitch perfect, almost sung - bravo! performance is like 10000% brilliant on the alternate universe Eartha Kitt!). She snootily informs Veronica that she wakes up no earlier than 3 p.m.

Oh I wish I could live like that too!

Veronica would never have permitted such condescension from anyone we’ve seen her meet so far, but she will allow it for Josie. And because Veronica, despite having Jughead now, is still very, very lonely, she does what she always does when she has what she thinks might be a receptive person - she invites them to live with her in her big huge apartment.

I wonder also if this is meant to be a bypass of the race issue - would Josie have been able to check into just any hotel? Would she, a black woman traveling apparently alone (or with just a driver, who can hardly be expected to guard her with his life) be safe had she checked into even the most expensive hotel she’d be permitted to stay in?? What was Josie’s plan for accommodation here? Is this another test of Veronica Lodge’s acumen, to put an acceptable, dignified social gloss over uh, American apartheid?

“I like you Ms Lodge. I think we’re going to get on just fine,” Josie says, then puts her very dark sunglasses on at night indoors.

Meanwhile, SIGHHHH, Archie Andrews has brought a bouquet to the red light district (well, hallway) of Riverdale. He tries to loosen his hip flexors. When Twyla opens the door, he wants to says he was “hoping … we could see each other again.” Twyla reject him.

Did she not get paid last time? This question of HOW IS TWYLA GETTING PAID AND BY WHOM is a consistent issue that Riverdale keeps raising from her re-introduction as the prostitute. Was Archie a violent fuck? Did the boys insist on paying her a one person rate, forcing her to accept it?

WHY AM I BEING MADE TO THINK THOUGHTS LIKE THIS ABOUT ARCHIE AND REGGIE, RIVERDALE MAKERS?

I suppose it’s clear enough that Archie wants a freebie (or a series of freebies) from Twyla, which is why she cuts him off at the pass, but that still doesn’t answer the question of why she doesn’t simply ask him for money.

They keep making this direct equivalence between the porny photos the SupreFemme Dykes take and Archie attempting to be a frequent fucker of prostitutes, but I don’t understand why. I also don’t care to be informed.

Cheryl and Toni are shown going into the Cooper house with absolute suitcases full of equipment. Wearing Veronica’s lingerie and her own glasses, Betty poses for photos in her own bedroom. This is not a good way to be a camgirl, to use your actual room you use for sleep but ok. Betty does look exceptionally pretty.

The next day at school, Veronica is minding her own business, reading her book in the student lounge (Behind her are two boys in letter jackets talking to two cheerleaders), when Toni, dragging Fangs behind her like a soggy puppy, marches in (she really marches, arms swinging) to demand her attention. They’ve heard (I assume from Kevin or Clay or both, because of that special lavender double cross relationship they have with Cheryl and Toni) that Josie McCoy is in town. The only place to take her is the Dark Room (because it’s the only place that could ever be described as “hep.” Fangs will be performing, because Toni is still in the business of pretending to give a shit about Midge, the baby on the way, or Fangs’s relationship with Midge. She wants Josie to be entreated to give Fangs a boost in his pathetic attempts at a career. Veronica is willing to accommodate.

Miss Grundy has really pretty clothes this season, by the way. I especially like her embroidered cardigans. Because Twyla told him that MiLFs in town would probably like to take a bite out of a “red delicious” like himself, the poet wannabe who doesn’t know what metaphors are brings an actual red delicious apple to his teacher.

What in the actual fuck is going on with the stuff on this board:

DIVINE COMEDY?

Anti FEMINISM???

ChivalrYYYYYYYYY?

She unfortunately says that Red Delicious apples are her favorite, which, again, wouldn’t be a problem necessarily except Archie is a poet wannabe who doesn’t know what metaphors are and is allergic to subtlety. He invites Mrs Grundy to the Dark Room, to listen to him perform a poem. This is extremely bold, almost egotistical, but Grundy is indulgent. She calls Archie her favorite student, promising him that of course she will attend. He gives her the sleaziest, smuggest, “I’m going to Fuck this lady for free later” smirk before heading out. The apple he leaves glows supernaturally in between them.

As Grundy returns to work, we hear Jughead start to say “She’s bewitching, she casts spells” while we’re still looking at Mrs. Grundy’s face.

We’re in the very overstuffed rooms of Pep Comics. Jughead is trying to explain the concept of Veronica the Teen Witch to his editor. His concept is that Veronica the Teen Witch is an actual witch but “nothing harmful” and anyway she spends her time being a high school student, which to Jughead means “class, homework, romantic trouble.” He wants the whole thing to be “vampy, campy fun.”

You know, like that show Riverdale, before they had Archie Andrews prostitute a woman at half price to lose his virginity!

Jughead is dressed much snazzier than he was when Jeronica was making their debut at the steps of the high school. He’s wearing a navy striped button down shirt, open in a boy cleavage which reveals a dark t shirt underneath and he’s wearing his suspenders. Jughead’s suspenders are basically his push up bra, so we know he’s feeling himself here as he makes this presentation of “boss idea.” I bet you these were clothes Veronica put together for him.

Sadly, his editor, once burned is now twice shy. He feels that even this very wholesome sounding concept is going to have to be watered down, starting with Veronica the Teen Witch losing her cleavage, and her dark hair, and half her witchdom, and her name Veronica! The editor says that the name Veronica to him means Veronica Lake - “too sexy, too dangerous, too curvy.” Except Veronica Lake was blonde, so go figure. He orders something “sweeter and magical.”

We cut to Betty in the photo development room (these are called Dark Rooms, right?) which is in very red lightning (fuckin’ a) with Cheryl. Sweeter and magical being ordered to jump cut to Betty the blonde looking sexy in photos? Very subtle.

Betty looks gorgeous in all the photos, but she’s glum about it. She tells Cheryl that she feels a fraud because she writes about sex without experiencing “anything remotely sexually satisfying myself.”

“What do you mean?” Cheryl asks.

This - THIS IS THE PRIME opportunity, Betty, to talk about how traumatized you are from the sexual abuse (I’m just going to call it how I feel it is now, politically correct lingo be damned) you endured at Kevin’s hands (LITERALLY) for two years that your highly suspect shrink would for sure call FORMATIVE. Heal from it! Talk to another girl about it! Talk to the girl who actually tried her best to put out to her unwitting straight beard for the sake of ethics about what you endured!

But no.

Betty Cooper in S7 is too stupid.

She says only, that she is “the only teenager in the world who can’t seem to find someone to go there with me.”

You’ve tried with exactly two boys, no? One was your gay sexual abuser, and the other one is a prostituter.

Cheryl does often have a very pragmatic streak. She can’t - and doesn’t want to get involved in - finding Betty someone to ‘go there’ so instead she teaches her about masturbation. Betty says she’s heard of the concept of “self pleasure” from that Kinglsey book that she didn’t read very well (she failed to learn about human reproduction from that book) but it didn’t have enough details. Cheryl gives her the manual, which she had just handy, in the form of an article in Femme-and-In magazine. (Which indicates to me this is a zine being put together by like minded dykes, which is why sending teen nudie photos to them is going to get them sent to prison and is therefore a bad idea.)

Femme and In, October 1955 issue has the headline “The only person you need to know how to please is yourself.” Cheryl, because she knows from the How Are Babies Made talk that Betty is very dumb, keeps looking meaningfully at Betty’s crotch as she gives her the precis - get in the bath, in the bathroom, lock the door, and USE YOUR OWN HANDS. Except Cheryl’s hands are tipped with extremely long terrifying talons, so I hope Betty doesn’t think the nail art is a necessity. That should only be reserved for advanced players.

Jughead is with Veronica at her apartment (Is Josie McCoy sleeping in there right now??), and he’s told her that the Veronica Teen Witch idea got axed for being too sexy. She takes it as her due. She very much likes being compared to Veronica Lake. Jughead is worried about what new name would work, so she suggests Sabrina. Jughead really likes it.

Oh.

ohhhhh

[Depressed voice]: Hi RAS

We then cut to the Dark Room, the Whyte Wyrm perversion, where Archie is reciting a poem. I’m so sorry friends but I could not bear to listen to this poem. I tried. Three times. Possibly four. And I could not get past the words “a simple apple.” I just could not. So I fast forwarded. I could see from doing the FFW that it was not well received -not by Grundy, not by any of the other patrons. Grundy just left. Veronica is furious, and Josie is so humiliated at having to be in the same room as this idiot that you can see her soul has left her body altogether. Toni is fully nasty to Archie, shoving him off the stage as she rubs his failure in his face.

Archie deserves it but also Toni has no right to be like this.

Josie says that “if that’s what passes for art in Riverdale,” she can’t besmirch her movie with association with this blighted place. Toni is fully throwing Archie (who also ate an actual apple in his Adam and Eve allegory or whatever that was) under the bus in service of trying to put Fangs in the best light.

I tried to skip this too, but I couldn’t because I think the editors knew I would want to skip this terrible karaoke performance so they interspliced it with Betty’s First Masturbation Session. I foiled them however, and turned the volume all the way down. While Betty jacks off for the first time, Cheryl is painting her, with the aid of a very dark room (??) and dozens of distant candles. I don’t paint, but I thought painters needed to see well when they were working with colors? Oh, and Betty has also lit a lot of candles for her masturbation session as well. Everyone in the Dark Room gives Fangs a standing ovation except Josie, who just sort of smirks at him while she golf claps. We’re made to know Betty has also achieved satisfaction. Okay, so that, I am willing to applaud.

Afterwards, her confidence somewhat restored, Veronica tries to get Josie to agree that Riverdale is “hep.” Josie hated it - Fangs’ music is not her genre, she says, but then she says that Fangs has “star quality.” Veronica fully understood that Josie thinks Fangs’ music (voice, presentation, performance ) are all sub, but tries to perk up at the assessment of his telegenic appeal. Then Josie says something odd: “How is he on the bongos, do you know?”

They’re talking about sex, right? Bongo player is like, ass beater?

But then no, it turns out they literally mean bongos. Fangs is playing bongos in the background as Josie writhes around performing a very Eartha Kitt number about women being kittens or something. God I miss this actress and her wonderful musical numbers. She’s the one professional performer the Dark Room has ever seen, both in universe and on this show. She’s really too good for Riverdale (in every sense).

Veronica asks if Riverdale is good enough for “Going Uptown.” She gets a yes!

Then Toni and Clay invite Josie to a Black Athena meeting. They get a yes too!

Archie is stalking his teacher now, waiting for her in the classroom. Because he’s a creep on top of being a prostituter. He was told by a prostitute a professional sounding opinion on how best to obtain free sex, which unfortunately for Grundy describes her to a T in Archie’s book (like, who the hell else is he gonna go for in this universe? Alice Cooper is a nonstarter, and we lack a Gladys Jones here, Mayor McCoy, like - where have all the MILFs gone?!?). He wants to know why his seduction technique of reciting a terrible poem awkwardly before chomping on an apple didn’t make her stay to talk (and fuck) with him afterwards. Grundy knows now exactly what he’s saying, so she reminds him that she has a husband. Who is an actual poet.

“We need to switch gears,” she says to Archie. Behind her on the blackboard is written: “Figurative Language - metaphor, idiom, symbolism, hyperbole, personification, simile. You know, just in case you don’t get it. She means she’s never going to fuck Archie Andrews. Thank god for that. And THIS figurative language, Archie does understands. He looks upset at his poetry teacher tells him to stop writing love poems at her. She wants him to write about pain. Any sort of pain. “What is my most painful experience?” and write about that. And definitely not the pain of being horny or crushing out on your teacher. She’s brought a lovely gray cardigan with jet black beads embroidered on it.

In the art room, Cheryl is unveiling her oil painting of Betty. Betty loves it. She says it’s beautiful. Cheryl is for the first time I think we’ve seen this entire season, at physical ease with a girl that isn’t her girlfriend (with whom honestly she’s not that at ease either, sadly, unless they’re having sex). She tucks her chin adorably into Betty’s shoulder to say that the painting is beautiful because Betty is. And this is actually my favorite painting ever done by Cheryl.

Love the pink and black color scheme, love the confidence in Betty’s face. I love this warm lovely moment between them. It’s such a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Jughead has finally achieved success with Sabrina the Teenage Witch concept art! It’s gonna be sent off for review stat! “Congratulations, kid!” Jughead is wearing a blue S shirt with a red collar and his push up bra suspenders over it. I love the color scheme of this outfit too. This has to be Veronica dressing him. Sabrina the Teen Witch is gonna save Pep Comics from the dustbins of obscurity!!

We’re now at at Very Special Session of the Black Athena club. Josie seems to wear nothing but animal prints. The population of black students at Riverdale has either exploded overnight or all these black students thought this club was dumb OR they really disliked Toni and Clay and their obsession with the white cop’s son and the white rich people’s daughter and avoided their ventures. I dunno. It’s full of black students we’ve not seen before, is my point.

Josie is very gracious, loving and warm to the students. Which is pretty adorable, but also makes me feel so worried about her. Is she ok? Oh, and of course, of COURSE, Clay interrupts Josie in the middle of her talk by making a joke, about himself. I hate Clay.

When asked how it is the Black Athena came to be, Toni gives me more reason to hate her from the way she tells the story. That black students needs their own space in 1955 (or really, now) seems indisputable. But she’s leaving out the part where Cheryl funded it, at some risk to herself, because she wanted to do the right thing. Her girlfriend funded it, wanted to sit in once, then graciously, sensibly saw herself out. But Toni doesn’t indicate ANY of those things. It also says something nasty about Toni, again, from the show - Tabitha of 1955 is on a crusade tour to the rest of apartheid america at great risk to herself, but Toni is only going to talk about her race in her white-funded space when it’s absolutely perfectly safe.

Show? Show! Get it together, omg.

In any case, Josie’s attendance of Black Athean inures to Veronica’s benefit, because now Josie wants a full on glam-fest type of movie PREMIERe and not a mere test screening. Josie also tells the story of how she got this movie made. She put every penny of her personal assets into financing it. If the movie doesn’t become a hit, she’ll be ruined for good. She did this because she made the play a hit on Broadway, won a Tony, but then the movie version was going have her written out and replaced by Lana Turner. She started this project out of spite. I think I have to assume this will work out gangbusters then, because spite fueled projects often have a lot of momentum and energy.

Veronica reacts with empathy, and not annoyance, as I would have. Which is why she’s a good businesswoman. Josie didn’t actually mind that both Archie and Fangs sucked ass at the talent night - she needed the test screening to be “in the sticks” in a racially mixed town (which Riverdale supposedly is) so that she could reassure the “fear driven” movie executives the film deserved a profit earning wide distribution. She aggressively put Veronica through the ringer in order to make sure Riverdale was low-brow Middle America enough to be a valid testing ground for this film.

This movie is going to have to “explode like an atomic bomb” because Josie McCoy knows she’s a movie star, she’s made a great movie, and she deserves a fair shake.

This is barely 10 years after Nagasaki and Hiroshim and as a Korean person I admire the discipline of the Japanese for doing business with people like this who nuked them (and only them and because they weren’t white) and then freaked themselves out and introduced phrases like this making light of the entire thing into their own language.

Again, the performance of this monologue is FANTASTIC. This actress is top notch. Where is the Josie tv show, RAS? Can we get Sweet Pea back, RAS? And Valery? Hey? RAS?!

Veronica says that she will throw such an awesome premiere that there will be a bidding war.

Fangs is telling the now visibly pregnant Midge that he’s met the great Josie McCoy who is going to get him hooked up. Midge looks desperate, smiling through misery, and I hate everything about this. I hope she miscarries, was my original evil thought, but she’s too pregnant now and there’s no way these satanic nuns would save her if they thought the baby was gonna die.

Sadly for Jughead, the censorship panel rejected Sabrina. His push up bra suspenders should’ve been in the room to make a case for her. His editor is sadly slumped about it. “You came up with something fun and whimsical and all they saw was witches, Satanism, hocus pocus and human sacrifices.”

I assume this is RAS talking about some portion of the critical and/or hostile reaction to his Sabrina the Teen Witch show. I didn’t watch it and I will not, so I don’t know, but despite a seasoned actor delivering it well, the clunky winky-wink of this line landed like a frozen turd. Jughead is very very crushed. He runs directly to Veronica at her apartment. She offers him an alcoholic drink, which he immediately declines (!!!!). She’s wearing a dress that looks like it’s made of black plastic bags. He’s so sad about what’s going to happen to Pep Comics. He thinks it’s going to sink.

Veronica very kindly lets him off the hook for the premiere. He doesn’t have to come socialize if he’s not in the mood. “Are you kidding? This is probably the only chance I’ll ever be invited to a Hollywood premiere.” They had Cole Sprouse say this on the Riverdale show.

Anyway, Jughead says he definitely wants to go, but he’s worried he doesn’t have the right clothes. My theory that Veronica has been picking out his outfits for him I think gets boosted by her revealing that she had a tuxedo customized to his measurements (When did she have time to measure him without his knowing? Has Veronica lost her virginity to Jughead Jones while we were being tortured with Archie Fucks a Prostitute side plot??). “Nothing but the best for my flutter bum,” she says. He is so grateful, and she gives him a little cheek pinch. I love this dynamic. Why am I getting it only in the last four episodes of the show.

Archie sits down with a photo of his dad to write about his pain. I wish I cared but I don’t.

Josie is laying her hands in cement for the premiere. There’s lots of press and people there. Jughead as the date of the theater owner gets to hang out, leaning while looking snazzy in his custom black suit, while all the other boys (the prostituters Archie and Reggie, and the egomonster gays Clay and Kevin) have to be ushers. Jughead is completely unstarstruck by Josie, whatsoever. He only looks at and listens to Veronica. He’s really there for the movie. There’s a very important movie critic in the house too.

The movie starts.

And then the projection fails as the film melts on screen to a halt.

If they hadn’t bothered showing me that in fact Clay and Kevin did manage to thread the projector and make it work properly for Veronica’s private viewing of the movie I would’ve had something different to say, but this just seems like an accident.

Clay and Kevin are trying to fix it. Veronica freaks out. “You two are the worst projectionists in the world! You’re fired, WE’RE NO LONGER FRIENDS, and -and from now on you’ll be paying full price for movie tickets!”

This is the first time I think I’ve ever seen Veronica act like an actual 17 year old in the past seven years of this show. This is extremely funny. The ‘Oh good god, I forgot you were 17!’ look that Josie gives Veronica about this ‘firing the projectionists in the middle of a premier’ is even funnier. Josie takes control. People start to leave, as Clay tells her that it will take about five minutes. Josie decides to put on a show to save the er, show.

We get another fabulous Eartha Kitt (I assume this is Eartha, but also she’s the only one I know) song performance. Even Jughead looks transported. “I invented myself!” This is quite the lyric. Everything about this is so upscale. Beautifully done. (And in retrospect, what a tawdry sad little show Polly Amorous is putting on nightly. Sad.).

After everyone has gone home, Veronica reports back to Josie about what the Wall St. Journal is going to say about Josie’s very important movie. “An atomic bomb exploded in Riverdale!” is one of the sentences. They keep saying this - radioactive, atomic bomb - in this episode. Please no. Please please please no no no - don’t go there, don’t do this (But I’ve seen the gifsets from American fandom, I know they go there and do that.). The review is such a rave that Josie starts crying.

“I’m not dreaming?” she asks Veronica.

Veronica is so generous and kind. She says it’s already happened, because Josie was always a star. Her bet for her own business also worked out really well. And alpha recognizes alpha because Josie asks if Veronica isn’t just treading water in Riverdale, managing a theater, when what she should be doing (as a 17 year old high school student) is making movies. Veronica’s eyes light up, which Josie sees, and comments on. She wants to work together with Veronica again.

Archie comes home from his exciting night at the movie theater to find that Uncle Frank is reading the poem he was working on about his pain about his father. The poster on Archie’s wall says, “Fly Home Today.” Yeah, seriously, Uncle Frank, fuck off. All that Archie’s poem says is that his dad is dead. For some reason, Frank freaks the fuck out. He rips up the poem after screaming. He forbids Archie from writing about Fred being dead “like that again.” Is this a genetic problem that both Andrews guys have, this inability to comprehend?

#riverdale episode recap #riverdale s7

[cavills-kitten]

...So am I - Chapter 12

Summary: You are a high ranking Agent with Interpol, happily enjoying your career and domesticity with Walter; but a link to your very dark past emerges. Will your long past connection to a dark August Walker threaten everything you have?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader (called Veronica), Dark August Walker x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, BDSM, impact play, branding, dub-con, non-con, Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex. Dark August Walker x reader. Character death. “DEAD DOVE: Do Not Eat!”

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Chapter 12

Chapter 12

It seems like hours later when August returns, you’d been dressed and ready for dinner for a while.  The dress fits like a glove, the deep V in the front exposes the delicate curve of your breasts.  The rest of the dress hugs your curves, the long split exposing your leg up to your hip bone.

You’ve managed to hide the bruises with makeup, the only lipstick choice was a deep red-purple colour.  Despite everything, you feel sexy and powerful.  You know that you’ve been dressed for August’s pleasure, he always did enjoy seeing you dressed to attract attention, knowing that only he could have you.

Matching shoes and a clutch bag have also been provided.  You look at the spike heels on the shoes and wonder.  

August walks into the room, he’s dressed in a dinner suit, fighting the urge to roll your eyes you smile at him, vowing to play along until you’ve figured out what his end game is.  

“Are you ready Angel” his deep baritone fills the silence.  You nod and start to walk towards the door, suddenly you pause and look up at him, even in the heels you’re still so much smaller than he is.

“Just give me a minute,” you ask him and bolt for the bathroom shutting the door.  You hunt around for your jacket, relieved that you left it in here.  You grab some Kleenex and your pen, together with lipstick and powder and fill the clutch bag.  

You walk out, standing tall as you try to evoke an aura of power, you’ll need all your wits around you tonight, knowing how August likes power games.

August offers you his arm and you link it, feeling like you’re in some dream world.  

You get a good look at where you are, a large house or hotel, but it's empty.  There just seems to be you and August.  

August takes your hand and escorts you down the winding staircase, acting like a perfect gentleman.  You’re biting your tongue so hard you can almost taste blood, wondering what the hell was going on.

A short walk to the dining room and August finally lets go of your hand, he pulls your chair out and you sit at the table.  It's set for dinner, crisp white linen, silverware and a large lit candle making it seem like an intimate dinner for two.  You place your clutch bag on the floor, looking again at the spike heels you’re wearing.

August fiddles with his necktie, it’s strange to see the normally confident and arrogant man almost nervous.  You can’t help but study the web of scars over the side of his face.  Some of the smaller ones have healed, turning pink and white, but the larger ones still look red and angry.  Part of you feels sympathy for him, you’re starting to accept that part of you may well always desire him, possibly even love him.  You’ve spent years compartmentalising your past and feelings, part of you deep down knew it was never as simple as black and white, right and wrong.  

“Angel” August speaking draws you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, August, what do you want”

“Maybe I just wanted to have dinner with you” something flashes behind his eyes, you can’t quite determine what it is.

“Let’s have dinner then, pour me a drink please”  You sit back and cross your legs under the table, the movement causes the dress to gape even more, and you can see August’s gaze slide down over your body.

He moves and pours you a large glass of Chablis, chilled to perfection and absolutely delicious, you savour the flavour as it slips down your throat.  You can’t help but let out a satisfied sigh.

“You seemed to have calmed down, Angel, tell me what’s changed” 

“Nothing has changed August, I’m doing what you want, no more no less.” You fix your eyes on him.

“Tell me, was my cousin a deliberate choice, a poor substitute for me?” His voice takes on that hint of arrogance “Did Walter make you come like I did? Did you scream for him as you did for me?”

You grit your teeth, forcing the words out in a hiss “Don’t say his name, you’re not even worthy to clean his boots”

August sits back “Ah, you don’t like talking about him with me, embarrassed are you Angel?”

Sighing heavily, you respond “I didn’t know at first,” you take another gulp of wine “by the time he explained, we were serious about each other.  I don’t know why the fuck I’m telling you this by the way”

“Language Angel…” his tone is chiding 

“Oh fuck off August, I’ll say what the fuck I like.”  He chuckles lightly.

“Did you not realise the likeness? I’ve been told we’re quite similar visually”. 

You snort and reach again for the wine, you hadn’t noticed him refilling it.

“I was too busy trying to reassure him that the fact that he’d been unceremoniously fired from Counter Terrorism Command for some bullshit reason didn’t mean he was a bad person.” You fix August with a stare.

“A mutual colleague suggested he try Interpol and I had a certain freedom to hire whom I wanted.  The Met Police’s loss was my team’s gain.  Later he told me the real reason behind being stripped of his career, seems that being related to a terrorist isn’t a positive characteristic.” You finish with a sneer.

“A mutual colleague recommended him, hmmmm” August smirks and takes a drink

“Just say what you’re dancing around August, I’m bored already.”

“Ah Angel, but there’s no fun in that is there? I thought you were smarter than this”

A noise makes you turn to the doorway, a burly man stomps in with two plates and slams them down on the table.

Looking at the man with a raised eyebrow, you comment snarkily. “Where do you find them August, mercenary finishing school, they all have the same look and such impeccable manners?  Hope they don’t mind working for free, I’m sure you’ve disclosed your cashflow problems.”  The man slams the door on his way out, you smirk knowing he paid attention to your comments. 

“Your mouth has got worse Angel…” you interrupt him “Oh No, my mouth has got smarter and much tougher.”

You both begin to eat in silence, but you can’t stand it.  

“What is the plan August, what do you want.  I mean I know you want chaos and change and blah blah blah…what is the point of all this?”

He clears his throat “a helicopter crash and this…” he gestures to his face “makes one revisit one’s priorities.” He looks at you and you raise an eyebrow and nod for him to go on.

“I’m doing what I should have done all those years ago, with you.”  He goes over to the sideboard and opens another bottle of wine, walking back to refill your glass again.

“You were a means to an end, you know, at first” he’s standing beside you and reaches out to tilt your head up to him, you look up at him through your lashes, the position and closeness bringing back memories, making you clench with desire and feel nauseous at the same time.

“I’m not sure when it changed, but I should have explained more.  I realise now that we would have succeeded together.  The world can burn as we watch it together. “ He returns to his seat again.

“After you left, I was surprised, at how you managed it and at how it made me feel.  It takes someone…special to surprise me.  I know that bastard Solo helped you, I thought you were whoring yourself out for him as well.  I’d have dealt with him too but he is too well connected”.  August pauses, a sneer on his face.

“But then I realised that you wouldn’t have dared to give yourself to someone else.  You were scared, I understand that now.  I wouldn’t usually allow it, you leaving me like that, but I found myself missing you, not wanting to hurt you.  That surprised me.”

You watch him carefully, breathing heavily, your mind is reeling.  “August, let’s be honest with each other, for once.  You were using me, moulding me into your perfect little double agent and abusing me for your own ends.” Your voice cracks with emotion.

August’s ice blue eyes burn into yours, “You never told me to stop, Angel, you never said no.” his voice is softer now “You matched me every step of the way, we beckoned each other into the darkness.”

He stands and walks over to you again, pulling you up against him.  One hand holding you firmly against him, your bodies pressed together, his other hand strokes your face.  His lips are impossibly close to yours, his breath fanning across your face.  

“God, I’ve missed you, Angel,” his voice breaks  “I realised too late what you mean to me, you’re one of the things that kept me going as I crawled from that fucking helicopter crash.”

You grip his wrist as his hand still holds your face, you suddenly feel emotional, tears pricking your eyes.  His thumb drifts towards your lips and you can’t help but softly kiss the pad of his thumb.

“Angel, what we had, is the closest to love I’ve ever felt, the thought of seeing you again drove me forward….” He pauses and looks so broken.  You can’t help yourself, you crash your lips against his, feeling his surprise before he takes control of your kiss.  His tongue teasing your lips open, dancing into your mouth, he groans as you devour each other.

Your eyes flutter as your body remembers, remembers him, his touch, his smell.  His hands roam your body, roughly cupping your ass and pulling you even closer.  Your fingers graze over his scarred face, he pulls away and grips your wrist.  You feel compassion for him in this moment, for the man he could be, for the man he is, perfectly imperfect.  He must see it in your face as he lets your wrist go and you tenderly stroke his damaged face.  Dropping a soft feather-light kiss against his cheek, you admit the truth, to him and yourself.

“I never stopped loving you August, but what we did together…we bring out the worst in each other. You controlled me but I let you and I couldn’t stand the guilt.  No matter how I felt for you, I can’t live with your plan, it’s wrong.  You’re wrong.”

You pull away and sit down again, feeling lighter after finally being honest with yourself.  August stalks back to his chair.

“You seem so sure Angel, if I’m wrong then does that make you right?”  

You sigh taking another large drink of wine. “August, I don’t think I’m right, just that slaughtering millions of people is wrong.  That’s what makes you the sociopath.”  

“Again, Angel, if I’m a sociopath then what are you?” August is smirking, he’s enjoying our verbal sparring.

“Me? Hell I don’t know, maybe I’m just kinky” you grin at August and he laughs.  You smile wider at the sound and for a second he looks younger, more carefree.  For a moment you almost feel like you’re on a date, relaxed and enjoying yourself.  You reach for another drink of your wine and you can feel the smile leave your face.  Reality hits hard.

“So tell me then August, dazzle me with your magnificent plans.  You’re not still chasing plutonium around the globe after all this time?” You lean forward across the table, “tell me, how do you plan on liquidating that pile of gold bars, last time I checked, cash is still king.”  You see a flicker in his eyes and know you’ve hit a nerve.

Sitting back in your chair, you tilt your head at him patronisingly, ignoring his threats “It was one of the most satisfying things I have ever done.” 

You remain silent, he can’t help but ask “What was Angel”

“Hitting the button at the bank and watching all that liquid cash disappear out of your account.  You see that’s why I’m glad I ended up at INTERPOL, you CIA agents are all the same, always go for the top-secret, guns blazing option.”  You examine your nails, feigning nonchalance, “I just walked in the front door with a piece of paper and robbed you blind.”

A door slams followed by heavy footsteps, your eyes widen “uh-oh is that why mercenaries-r-us was so grumpy earlier, not paying the help?”

August stares at you, his features stony, any semblance of humanity has left his face.  His eyes are cold, you feel like it's the first time you’ve ever seen the truth behind the facade that is August Walker.  

His voice is harsh now, “oh Angel, you have no idea, do you? There is very little that the CIA doesn’t know, those in charge decide if they want to take action, pulling strings here and there, letting a bit of information slip out and then they watch their loyal employees run around doing their bidding, their dirty work, believing it’s for the greater good.”

He’s ranting now, you recognise it from all those years ago “someone sent on a wild goose chase over here, someone assassinated over there, someone placed undercover, it’s all about control, covering every possible eventuality.  It’s time it stopped.”

“Christ August still the same old story after all this time, we’re all human, just trying our best.”

It’s his turn to slam his fist down on the table, making you jump in your seat.  

“Angel, why are you so blind, why did the CIA turn to you? Walter being recommended to you?”

You grit your teeth, “Don’t mention his name, you fucking shot him, you psychopath” 

You’re both holding to your tempers, breathing heavily.  It feels like two predators circling, eyeing each other to try and spot a weakness, each making a small move only to retreat.  August’s arrogance lets him believe you’re still his prey, how wrong he is.

“You have no idea what I’ve done, what I’m going to do and exactly what I’m capable of.” His voice is flat, emotionless.  

August takes a deep breath, “Let's discuss what’s next, I know you, Angel, your dark side, you crave it.  You turn it in on yourself rather than be honest, to me, to yourself.  Just accept who you are and the relief is exquisite.”

With little to lose you decide to up the ante and try a different angle, you slowly let your tongue lick across your lower lip.  Now biting your lip you let your gaze become sultry, tilting your head to one side.  August smirks, he knows what you are doing.

He stands again and then kneels next to you, bringing his eyes to your level.  “No one has ever understood me like you Angel, accepted me fully.  Having you here now I feel more complete than ever, nothing will be able to stop us.”  

“No one has ever come as close as you to besting me, but you still have weaknesses, I’ll help you shed those, nothing will hold you back ever again.”  He reaches out and cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. 

His change of mood is giving you whiplash.

He clears his throat and stands, his eyes not leaving your face. “If it’s all right shall we forgo dessert, I’d prefer something…sweeter.” His voice is now deeper.  You look down as if unsure, and then feel concerned as your vision starts to go wavy.  

He holds out his hand, “How about an after-dinner drink first then?” As you stumble he helps you to stand and moves towards the sofa facing the window, gripping your clutch bag you follow him.

“Whiskey please August, make it a large one” you request and turn to stare out of the glass doors, looking into the darkness.  Feeling a little woozy from the wine, you’re drawn closer to the windows.  Watching the trees in the distance, the darkness, you think you can see movement but then an owl calls out, a brief flash of light draws your gaze but you shake your head after seeing nothing but stillness out there.  You feel lightheaded and so tired, you usually have a high tolerance for wine and you don’t think you drank that much.

August returns and he hands you a tumbler of Whiskey.  You swirl the dark amber liquid, inhaling the aroma, you catch a whiff of something unusual but in a second it's gone.  August takes a step closer, you can feel his warm body pressed against you, and his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you back even closer to him.  You can feel his warm breath against your neck, the smell of his cologne surrounding you.

You take a large drink, wincing slightly at the burn and frowning at the strange aftertaste.  “Tell me Angel” August is whispering to you, his lips so close you can feel them brush against your neck as he speaks “have you missed this” and he grinds against you, pressing his hard length against your ass.

Your heart is pounding as you drain your drink.  Feeling incredibly relaxed you lean back against August, closing your eyes.  The glass falls to the floor, but something in the back of your mind makes you grip tighter to your bag in your other hand. 

You hum as warm lips caress your neck, licking and sucking.  A large hand slides along your dress, taking advantage of the deep plunge neck, slipping inside to cup a breast.  Your nipple hardens instantly, making you moan softly.  You’re floating on a cloud of desire, wetness pooling in your expensive underwear.  His rough fingers roll your nipple.

“Angel, shall I make you feel good” his voice is rich and deep.  “Shall I make you writhe against me in ecstasy?”.  The suggestion makes your mouth go dry with need.  “All you need to do is talk to me.” You’re now grinding back against him, needing more stimulation, your body is on fire with desire.  “You know that only I can satisfy you, you need to please me first.”

Your mind feels so foggy, you were just doing something, it’s important.  Then his large hand pinches your nipple making you gasp, his other hand is working into the split in your dress, digging inside your panties.  A thick finger caresses your folds, deliberately avoiding your bundle of nerves.  An involuntary moan escapes from your lips as you turn to jelly in his arms.

“Angel” the voice whispers “I know you want to orgasm, so badly, just listen to my voice and you can have anything you want” The finger presses down on your clit, making your whole body jolt as a wave of wetness drips from your pussy.

The voice groans, rocking a hard dick against you.  Something is stuck in your mind, you have to… the finger moves from your pussy and you wail in need.  You’re being held against his rock-hard body, there is something not right.

The deep voice caresses your senses, “I’ll touch you again, but you have to tell me, who else knows about me.”

Your mouth is open as you try and think about what you’re being asked.  The need in you is burning, a fire raging deep inside.  He firmly grinds against you, his hard cock pressing along your ass cheeks.  You can’t think clearly, you need some air, you let your body fall limp and you slip out of his grasp and stumble to the doors, somehow opening them.  You drag lungfuls of cold air into you, the cold easing the burning fire inflaming your body.

An alarm is ringing shrilly, you look around the darkness outside, seeing two men dressed in black advancing on you.  You’re walking backwards, your eyes on August, you just need a minute to think!  

You look as August stalks towards you, you can see the imprint of his huge cock, erect and proud in his trousers.  The need for him pools inside you and you stumble slightly, not knowing why you can’t go to him, you’re torn between needing him to touch you and needing to get away from him.

“Don’t touch her, you’ll mess up the suggestions” August snarls at the men.  Your eyes widen, you can feel the start of the fog clearing, and you can see the edges of what is happening to you in your mind.  All the time you’re slowly edging backwards away from August.

“Angel, listen to me, just focus on my voice, how you feel when I touch you” August is holding out his hand to you, “Answer my question, who else knows about me, how you found me”

You open your mouth to answer, then the words die in your throat as you recall Walter’s voice.  You look around frantically not seeing him, your hand still gripping your clutch bag so tightly it’s shaking.

“Stop this August, please” you beg, “I don’t know what’s happening”

“Angel, stop fighting this and give in to me, you know you want to” his voice is like velvet, soothing and rich “don’t make me show you how dangerous I am”

Suddenly making a decision you turn and take off running, as fast as you can in your stupid heels.  Shoes tapping on the stone are followed by August’s heavier thuds.  You reach a low wall and try and climb over it but the shoes and the dress are in the way, making you slip.  You cry in frustration and pain, the burning desire is still fuelled deep inside of you, and you turn to face August.

He presses against you, easily lifting you off your feet, “I warned you, Angel, now it won’t be as pleasant.”  You’re hitting him and trying to kick him, but he ignores you like a lion ignores a fly.  

“Stop, I don’t want this” you sob.

“The drug will damage you unless you have an injection of oxytocin and dopamine, it makes you pliant to suggestions, to telling the truth….”

You scream at August as he spins you around and bends you over the garden table, you drop your bag as you brace yourself, feeling the rough wood under your palms.

You can feel his hand roughly lifting your dress, fingers digging into your ass painfully.  A large hand is pinning you flat against the table.  

You turn your head to try and look at him, you can see your bag spilled open on the table and you reach for your pen.

“August, don’t do this…” you struggle against him.

You hear a zipper and feel his dripping cock against your thighs, the sensation causes to you gasp and shiver.  It feels so good, and it will only feel better if you let him fuck you.

“A useful side effect is sexual arousal Angel, it's a fantastic interrogation tool,” he leans over you, his lips close to your ear “I want you to beg me”.  He tugs harshly on your underwear, ripping them from you, groaning in your ear “this could have been so much more pleasant Angel”

You squeeze the pen in your hand so hard it hurts, you moan and at the same time remove the pen lid.  You fight to keep hold of your thoughts.  It's on the tip of your tongue to beg him, beg him to ruin you, it will feel so good.  You’ve never felt so needy.

He drags his cock between your thighs, coating himself in your juices, “It's for your own good Angel, the other antidote is pleasure, it makes your brain release the right chemicals.”  You cry out as he brushes the tip of cock against your clit, the burning cools for a moment.

“August”, you gasp “let me see you please.”

He spins you over and stands between your spread legs, his dick hanging hard and dripping. You lift yourself up on one elbow and the sight of your glistening cunt with his cock so close causes the desire to flare again.

It hurts, so much; you just want it to stop.  He rubs himself between your dripping folds, one swift thrust and he’s buried deep inside of you, making you scream and convulse under him.  He brings his face close to yours, revelling in the power he has over you.  

“Told you I was dangerous Angel” he whispers inches from your face.

You look up at him, bringing the hand holding your pen higher, without its lid it's your hidden covert blade. “So am I August” you hiss and quickly plunge the blade into his carotid artery and out again.  It all happens in a split second it seems, he stands and steps back, hands flying to his neck as dark red blood pumps from the hole.  You’re frozen in shock.

He starts to call out to his men, but three quick whooshing noises make you look into the darkness.  You’re hit with a spray of blood as August’s head explodes with the first shot.  You watch, screaming as he falls backwards, hand still clutching his throat, ice blue eyes staring.  He’s dead before he hits the floor.

You look for his men and see them lying dead on the ground.  You can’t understand what has happened, the pain in your body returns and the heat burns you.  Your head is pounding, and your vision going white.  You fall to the floor and curl up into a ball, moaning in pain.

You can hear a helicopter land, the noise of boots on the ground, and radios hissing.   A grim face covered in camo paint fills your sight, the short buzz cut and bushy beard seem familiar, a voice calls out “Captain” as you finally succumb and pass out.

#henry cavill smut #august walker x reader #walter marshall x reader #henry cavill fanfic #dark smut #walter marshall x you

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Single Mom-Veronica Lodge

Requested: Yes

Words:1006

Warning: None

Reader: 12 years old

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How they spend family time:

Veronica loves to take you shopping and have spa days with you because she feels bad for leaving you to go work.

“ Mom, can we please get matching nails!”

Roni laughed and nodded her head at you. “ Y/n/n just pick the color you want and I’ll get the same thing.”

She watched you go straight to the polish on the wall and look over all of them. You eventually picked out this deep purple color because you thought it would look best on both of you.

Veronica smiled and took the polish out of your hand so you didn't drop it accidentally.

Bedtime:

Roni loves to spend bedtime in her room with you. She lets you sleep in here if you guys are watching a movie which happens to be the thing you are going to do tonight.

“ Mom, can we please watch Clueless?”

She looked at you with full on shock, “ How do you know that movie?”

Y/n/n looked down and played with her fingers. I found it by going through you dvd’s you have stored in the living room. Roni didn't mind you looking around and smiled and pulled you closer to her.

“ We can watch whatever you want darling.”

You squealed and got comfy on your moms side. It was getting closer to the credits when Veronica heard soft breathes coming from her daughter. She looked down and saw Y/n/n sleeping so she gently shut everything off and went to bed herself.

Holiday Traditions:

-Christmas:

Y/n woke up and looked over at her alarm clock and saw it was exactly 7am and she jumped out of bed to run into her moms room.

What she didn't know was her mom was already up and on her phone. When Y/n busted through the door Roni looked up and smiled. “ Merry Christmas angel.” She told her grinning daughter.

Y/n laughed and said it back, but then asked...

“ Mom please can we go see if Santa came.”

Veronica laughed but started thinking. “ Are you sure he came? Were you even good this year?”

Y/n eyes wide in fear. She looked at her mom to find her laughing. She let out some giggles while watching Roni get up to follow her daughter to the living room where the presents wait to be ripped open.

-Thanksgiving:

Veronica was in the kitchen making sure everything was looking perfect so she could get going. The Jones’s family has invited them over to celebrate since they know Roni was alone with Y/n for this year.

Y/n was dancing around her room and looking for an outfit. Her eyes finally found this brown button up dress and paired it with a white top. She then pulled on some stocks so her legs wouldn't freeze. When she was done, she ran downstairs to show her mom.

Roni heard little footsteps racing down the stairs. “ Hey, be careful Y/n!”

She then saw her all dressed. She smiled, “ You look adorable.”

Y/n smiled and thanked her mom. “ When are we going over to see Aunt Betty and Uncle Jughead?”

“ Right now, put your shoes on.”

Y/n smiled and ran over to her combat boots so she could head out.

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Y/n knocked on the door and grinned up at her mom. Veronica smiled and ruffed her daughters hair. Betty opened the door and greeted them. Y/n ran over to her Jughead. And he picked her up and spun her around. “ Oh my, look at you. You’ve grown 5 inches.” Y/n let out a laugh. Since everything was there, they all started digging into the food.

Best Memories:

Veronica’s best memory with her daughter is going to see Y/n playing volleyball. She loves how competitive Y/n gets when it comes to winning. She was watching how focused her daughter was, and she couldn't help but feel like a proud mom.

Y/n glanced in the crowd to find her mom smiling at her. Which made Y/n calm down some from being a little nervous because of how the game is turning out.

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It got to the end and Y/n’s team won at the very end and the team all jumped for joy. Roni clapped the loudest for her because she was her number one fan. Y/n then ran right up to her mom and hugged her. They ended up going out to lunch to celebrate the win.

Defensive of their kid (hurt):

Y/n was in the locker room getting dressed for her volleyball practice. She heard the warning whistle that her coach blows every time to make sure they know its time to come out before they get a consequence for not being out in time.

She ran out and stood in front of the other girls since she was the caption.

“ All right, listen up ladies. We are about three days away from our East High game, so we need to make sure we are ready.”

Y/n ran over to her side of the net smiling at the girls on her side. The other side was serving first so she got ready to bump it to one of the other players when all of a sudden the ball hit her right in face. Y/n was stunned and the girls all ran up to her to make sure she was ok.

“ Guys, back up, give her some space.” the coach said

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Y/n was upset, which was understandable because she was the best player. She was in the locker room waiting for her mom to come pick her up so she could rest.

“ Baby.” Roni said

Y/n looked up and saw her mom which made her break down. So Veronica immediately rushed over to her and hugged her. She then let go for a split second to chat with the coach before taking Y/n home.

#veronica lodge #single mom Veronica lodge #mine #requested #fluff #angst #Veronica lodge x daughter reader #Veronica lodge fluff

[blueikeproductions]

Earlier in the year, Dan and JD find themselves in Ms. Flemming’s classroom/office. Pulling double duty as a guidance councilor and as a teacher is a bit of a challenge to Flemming, but she finds she thrives in such a chaotic environment. That and the school is under a hiring freeze, and Westerberg has to make do with what they’ve already got. Her classroom is decorated with assorted 60’s era memorabilia which Dan finds tacky and JD finds mortifying, especially the Peace & Love ☮️ 💕posters. The only modernish stuff is a Hang In There poster with Wile E. Coyote hanging on a tree branch with one hand and trying to blow out a dynamite stick he’s holding with his other hand. There’s also a Hippie Garfield bobble head on her rather cluttered desk being used as a paper weight for some graded papers and what looks like several divorce papers. A picture of Flemming with her two teenage children is sitting next to the papers; the two teens are an uptight looking girl and a more relaxed slightly shorter boy. Dan and Veronica knew them, they were a grade higher and had already graduated, but the girl got in trouble with the police recently over a drug bust last he heard…

Ms. Flemming herself is sitting on the desk, a middle aged woman with long wavy hair, purple sunglasses wearing a fruity headband and loud robes, beads and necklaces not out of place at Woodstock. The boys wince at her obnoxious anachronistic style, she absolutely refuses to let her decade go, with Dan making a note to never let his decade rule him like it clearly does Flemming. JD is trying to fight the urge to strike a match and let the room burn down because it’s offensive to his sensibilities, but he knows it won’t do any good because Flemming would probably encourage burning down the establishment anyway.

Ms. Flemming: So I brought you two in here because I’m concerned.

-Dan and JD look at each other confused-

Dan: Uh, about what, exactly?

Flemming: -side eyes JD- Oh I’m just concerned about the company you boys keep. Mr. Dean here hasn’t exactly adjusted to life at Westerberg.

JD: What’s to adjust? This place is the “Thunderdome”, even the Principal call this dump that.

Flemming: You brutally attacked Mr. Sweeney and Mr. Kelly on the first day, held Mr. Throttle at gun point and later gave him a black eye simply for talking to Ms. Sawyer.

JD: -glances at Dan and blushes a bit, looking annoyed- Am I not supposed to protect my f… fre… freeeee- fuck it, my acquaintances? Besides I’m just bringing my brand of rough and tumble to a place already rough and tumbling. And the gun was a squirt gun, calm your tits, lady. -pulls out the gun in question and fires a few water spurts in the air, and puts it back in his jacket-

Flemming: … Even so, it wasn’t the right way to approach it, and I’m concerned at what you might do to Mr. Braverman here.

Dan: Me?

JD: What would I do to Danny-boy? -looks genuinely confused-

Flemming: I’m concerned you’ll drag each other into a dark path because of your…debatable habits, Mr. Dean. I’m not sure what it is why innocents like Ms. Sawyer and Mr. Braverman here are so attracted to the bad types like you and Ms. Chandler.

JD: -growls and looks more annoyed-

Dan: Oh I wouldn’t worry about that, Mizz Flemmin’. -hand waves- Jason’s a good guy once ya get to know ‘em. He and I knew each other back at Hawkins, and he couldn’t “warp my young mind” back then, and he couldn’t do it now if he tried, right, Jason? -playfully elbows him-

JD: Heh, yeah, I, uh, tried to get this guy into smoking back then, and turns out he got ME t’quit! How’s that for pathetic? -sneaks a piece of nicotine gum-

Flemming: So you two knew each other before? I did sense some history. Certainly would explain why Mr. Dean follows Mr. Braverman around like a little lost puppy lately… Still, do you two have any carry over baggage that I should be aware of, for the safety of the students of course. After the tragic passing of Heather Chandler and Sacha Silverman via suicide, I have to be sure nothing else is going to “warp” the other sensitive minds of the school.

Dan: -looks offended- We still don’t know if Specs actually suicided… Why would he willingly crush himself with the AV equipment and computers?

Flemming: Perhaps you didn’t know Mr. Silverman as well as you thought you did. He may have had some hot ball of shame he felt he needed to be free from.

JD: -low muttering- No, the only hot ball of shame there was Red, and she crushed Specs into bloody sludge with it….

Flemming: What was that, Mr. Dean?

JD: Uh, -clears throat- me and Danny-boy don’t have any hot balls of shame. We’re perfectly well adjusted 17 year olds! -Dan gives a JD a doubtful look and JD wavers a bit-

Flemming: I see, but instead of talking for him, I’d like to hear it directly from Mr. Braverman. Everyone has guilt, regret, anxiety and fears we dare not name.

Dan: -thinks of the Super Demogorgon and shifts uncomfortably- You don’t know the half of it, Mizz Flemmin’.

Flemming: I’d like to.

JD: Nooooo you don’t. Not anymore than we needed to hear how you faked it with Steve-O at your feel good seminar. (Flemming: Ok, that might’ve been a little TMI on my part…) What adult tells that to CHILDREN? Anyhow, they’re called fears we dare not name for a reason. I sleep with a rifle next to my bed fooooor… -realizes he’s contradicting himself- perfectly well adjusted reasons.

Flemming: -raises eyebrow-

Dan: -clenches his fists, starting to get fed up- Okie-doke. You REALLY wanna know?

JD: Danny-boy…

Flemming: Shush, let him speak.

Dan: Jason and me fought monsters back in Hawkins. Things you can’t even imagine, we lost friends. My friend Eddie got eaten by a thing out of your worst nightmares (Flemming: My 2nd husband’s affair with his fat, male secretary?), and we just barely made it out alive with a mondo, mega monster, that without help, we wouldn’t be here talking about it now. …There was so much blood… So much goop… Oh, and let’s not forget the Russians snooping around Hawkins Mall and Hawkins Labs! That certainly didn’t help ma-

-The bell rings-

Flemming: -sighs- I guess we’re not shining much of a light on things today, especially if neither of you’re not going to take this seriously.

Dan: I’m telling the truth…!

Flemming: About a very traumatic Dungeons & Dragons campaign it sounds. I’m sure your friend Eddie is perfectly fine. Perhaps the real problem here is an inability to separate fantasy from reality, Mr. Braverman. All that comic book reading can’t be good for your brain, anymore than it is to be hanging around this delinquent.

JD: Eat my shorts.

Flemming: We’ll pick this up later, and next time I want the truth. I don’t want to lose any more students to any more nonsense. And god forbid, any of it drags you boys down with it.

-Later in the year, a blood and goop covered JD and Dan are dragging the corpse of a Demogorgon around the campus football field. The body is filled with bullet holes, bruises from croquet mallet strikes, and has a pitch fork in its chest from where the boys struck the final blow-

Dan: It’s leaving a trail of blood… This isn’t good…

JD: Most of it is ours at least. If it comes to it, we can say you and I got into a fight. It’s… technically not wrong. -points to Dan’s bandaged arm from the boiler room incident-

Dan: Yeah, but I don’t want to give Flemmin’ the satisfaction she might have been right…

JD: Our relationship is complicated, but you’re my brother... -they drag the body behind the weight room building- Isn’t it kinda in the rules brothers feud?

Dan: Aww. -they set the body down- You called me “brother”, the blended family is working after all. -teases-

JD: -tired grins- Only proving my point. Alright. So what do we do with Chuckles here? Why WAS Chuckles here?

Dan: Vecna could be expanding his reach… I haven’t heard from Will in awhile, and that might factor into it…

JD: I didn’t see any goopy veiny gates near the school, and I doubt this guy would charter a bus just to come to Sherwood…

Dan: -yanks out the pitchfork from the body, and more goop splatters him- We’ll cross that bridge later, right now we gotta ditch the body.

JD: Kinda wish I didn’t waste our old bomb, could’ve shoved it up this thing’s ass and watch it go kablooey!

Dan: That would’ve taken us and half the town with it!

JD: … We could die as heroes? …Ok stop giving me that look, Danny-boy.

Dan: Lemme think… - leaning on the pitch fork- We can’t bury the body. The last time that happened we accidentally planted a DemoTree. Like those cranky trees from Oz only they threw face eating apples…!

JD: Burning it is then. -gets out a lighter- I’m pretty sure there’s still some gasoline in the groundskeeper’s shed we can douse the creep with.

Flemming: Douse the who with what now? -She appears around the corner from the bushes with a guilty looking Veronica-

Dan and JD: CRAP/FUCK! -they drop the pitchfork and lighter-

Veronica: I’m sorry, I was looking for you guys, and Flemming followed. Her Spider Senses were tingling…

Flemming: I ignored my Spider Senses regarding whatever was going on in the boiler room, but a trail of red sludge and foot prints I can’t turn the other cheek o- -looks down and sees the gnarled body- SWEET JESUS!!! What did you boys do?!? I knew this would happen!

Veronica: -screams the same way when it finally sunk in Red Heather died of poisoning- HOLY SHIT -pointing at the creature- IT’S REAL!?!? Then… then… JD, those scars on your chest..! You-you two really fought Russians!!? And… this…thing… I… it was TRUE?!?!

Flemming: Oh god, Veronica, don’t tell me you got warped by their delusions too.

Veronica: …What? Ms. Flemming, that’s a monster’s CORPSE laying there!

Flemming: It’s just some warped LARPing Game they took too far, and it ends right now!

JD: …The HELL you think we’re trying to do?!

Flemming: Oh god, -kneels down to examine the body- what kinda mascot suit is this? A home made Alien suit? The face is all wrong. Young man, you can get up now. Show’s over.

Dan: …Mizz Flemmin’, it’s not a student, we swear. …Well… I mean… there COULD be a student in there, these things aren’t picky about what they eat…

JD: -sighs and rubs temples- Danny-boy, zip it.

-The body convulses-

Veronica, Dan and JD: -look scared-

-The Demogorgon picks itself up and growls, looking around confused-

Flemming: Ah good. Now take off that stupid mask, so I can…. Can… -the creature rises to its full height and unfurls its head petals, revealing its inhuman face-mouth and roars at Ms. Flemming and Veronica- Oh my…

-The creature lunges at the two women, Flemming pushing Veronica away from its trajectory and closes her eyes, bracing herself-

-She hears loud gunshots and opens her eyes, seeing the creature, now with a gaping hole in its back where the pitchfork wound was, laying at her feet, she looks up to see JD and Dan aiming smoking guns, the former lowering his slowly while the later just casually drops it-

Dan: It’s dead now. You two ok…? -Veronica runs over and hugs the two boys in fright-

Flemming: What the HELL was that…?! -gingerly pointing at the corpse, it now starting to sink in…-

JD: Ah that’d be our very real, not delusional at all, LARPing game. All the rage back at Hawkins and not for the faint of heart…!

Ms. Flemming: -slowly nods in understanding and comically passes out-

JD: Only provin’ my point…

#heathers #stranger things au #heathers au #heathers fanfic #jd headcanons #jd heathers #crossover au #stranger things #heathers oc #veronica sawyer #pauline flemming #jason dean #stranger things headcanons #Heathers OC #blueike productions #blueike #demogorgon #heathers the musical #heathers 1989

[writingsofhubris]

Villainous thing Ch. 4

Oh dear, let's remove those pretty clothes

[AO3]  | [ Series Masterlist > | Ch. 3 | Ch. 5 ] Rating: Explicit WC: 2.8k | 13.4k Tags: Temporary Amnesia, Falling In Love, Retrograde Amnesia, Caretaking, Anxiety Disorder, Eventual smut, Fandom: Sorcerer’s apprentice (2010)   Ship: Maxim Horvath x Reader Disc: Finding a man in an alley, unable to even remember his full name, you  couldn’t help the offer of help. In NYC, people got hurt a lot, if they weren’t looked out for, and in your neighborhood, people helped each  other when they could. Somehow, you knew that the moment the smartly  dressed man had stumbled onto your bed, things would change. Things  would be vastly different. If only he could remember who the fuck he was.

The wall was cold behind your shoulders, the beat of silence almost too much. Through the walls, neighbors were yelling, the words almost distinct. 

“Do you have your memories back?” Your question was pointed, and quick. There was little use in hoping that there would be anything more than just this final meeting. After weeks without him in your house, you’d almost gotten back to your normal routine. You’d nearly forced yourself to forget him. The jewel on his cane sparkled just slightly in the lighting of the room. It was easier to look into the depths of the blue than it was to look into the boundless expanse of his rich eyes.

“I do.” His hands shifted to hide the gem, forcing you to look up into his eyes, the last place you wished to look. Maxim looked better than you had ever seen him. 

He’d gotten his closet back, that was the first thing you noticed. The purple of his suit jacket was almost so deep you thought it was black. His goatee was groomed back into a presentable length, and even though there was a slight dip in his hair where his hat had rested, he still looked perfect. Every inch of his body spoke to how much he had regained. 

“Cool.” Nerves laced through you at that. “Family miss you?” The cock of his brow almost made a spike of anger flare in your body. You didn’t want to recognize that it was due to the damn longing that had imbedded itself in your heart since Maxim had left your apartment. 

“Everyone I know has moved on.” Your toe tapped against your calf for a moment, asking the question you really didn’t want the answer to. 

“Veronica?” 

“Was a woman from long ago, who never was mine.” You almost spoke up, until the slight tilt of his head managed to shut you up. Your lip was caught between your teeth, once again looking up at Maxim, holding your tongue. You saw him shift his weight just slightly, the soft tap of his cane hitting the bare floor the only sound in the air. 

“In no small part due to regaining my memories, I have managed to regain my assets; from my penthouse to my collections, even my business.” In a moment of self-soothing, your arm wrapped around your middle, hugging yourself around the waist. His eyes snapped from your face to your arm when he saw the action, taking just a moment to step closer. The anxiety you’d been feeling only rocked higher. “I have come to offer you an opportunity, one I believe will benefit both of us.” 

“What is it?” 

“Will you accompany me somewhere?” 

“With a company in the mix, I don’t think it would be wise of me to just accept without knowing more.” It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Maxim, not with the last months of living with him. But the leverage he’d suddenly gained made you suspicious, nervous in the space between you. Space he had closed before, space that was very slowly becoming overtaken by his presence. 

“A rather intelligent choice. I would like to show you my penthouse.” A sly smirk appeared on his lips. “No stipulations attached.” 

“And this isn’t a weird kidnapping thing, right?” That smirk turned more genuine, a chuckle on Maxim's lips. 

“Only if you would like for it to be.” 

Your foot bounced for a moment, before letting the sigh held deep in your chest to fall from your lips. 

“Yeah, okay. Let me grab my keys.”

This was simply, completely overwhelming. You didn’t know what to look at first; the beautiful wood panels that spoke to years of care and attention, the ornate paintings that had cracks from years of dryness, years and possibly centuries in the making. 

The heavy door closed behind you both, and Maxim’s hand was warm on your lower back. He was solid, warm, and just as familiar against your side as that night in the snow, ice cream on your lips. 

The room was bigger than your entire apartment. 

“Maxim, this is…” You shook your head, unsure of how to finish the words. 

“Just here, up ahead,” Maxim cut in, his cane flicking up. Maxim stopped you in front of the large windows of his living room, the view more than just breathtaking. You took an extra step closer to the window; the sight stole the air from you. 

The skyline was more than just beautiful; from this high up, there was a detachment from the rest of the world, a secret that only you and Maxim could touch. The deep purple in the sky, reminiscent of his coat, melded to orange. Small pinpoints of lights appeared in the buildings around you. 

You were too caught up in the beautiful sight to hear Maxim move behind you, his hands heavy on your hip. His entire body was firm, warmth seeping just slightly from him. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” His honeyed voice drifted into your ear. 

“Breathtaking.” You took in the sight just like that for a few minutes, allowing the shades to drift into your memory as Maxim’s head settled on the top of yours.

You hadn't been in such a large bathtub your entire life. Deep, the sides too high for you to look over, you had plenty of privacy in the copper. Leaning back against the now warm metal, steam whipped around your head like snakes. The soothing air, the sweet scents around you, all settled in to help relax each muscle. This was yours, now. Maxim had given you your own room, your own place within his, to make your own. Complete with a dark room, even. 

You dipped under the warm water as far as you dared, sighing softly as you leant back against the metal. You’d settled into the penthouse vastly quicker than you’d expected yourself to. 

Not even the door opening was enough for you to move, hidden as you were. Only the dry fingers brushing over your shoulder made you do that, looking up to see Maxim towering over you. 

“Hi,” you whispered, nervous enough to swirl the bubbles to cover you slightly. 

“Dinner will be ready in an hour.” Your wet hand went to rest over his dry one, a soft hum falling from your throat. “Will you be joining me?” 

“Yes.”

Dinner had been more than delicious. The faint taste of the final bites still hung on your tongue, only to be washed away with a small measure of liquor more expensive than you’d ever been able to buy before. Maxim had been spoiling you in ways you had never expected, and even if it was just a ploy to keep you with him, you didn’t exactly care. Not when his thighs pillowed your feet, his large hand held your ankles, and the stories he continued to tell you every night were punctuated with gestures of his hands, just right to pull you closer. 

Your reverie was broken only when Maxim's hand slowly slid up your thigh, middle finger running a line up your flesh. His story had now ended, not that you’d realized it in favor of him.

He slid your legs open, a hunger you were now vastly familiar with in his eyes. You opened for him easily, that hand continuing it’s line from thigh, to stomach, sliding up your sterumn, until his hand landed on your throat. It wasn’t strong enough of a hold to impede your breathing, and your head fell back to rest against the armrest, taking in a shaking breath. He had to have known what the action would do, his fingers expertly placed on the lines of your throat. 

“This could stay yours, if you will it,” Maxim murmured into the space between you. It was a promise, an offer. It nearly was a plea. 

It was Maxim asking if you’d allow him the time to heal something more, if you both allowed it to. 

But how could you ever think about leaving with him so close? Everything surrounding you was overarchingly him. His body was over yours, caging you into the plush sofa, his scent was in your nose, and his eyes were only on you.

You settled under his body, realizing the opportunity he was presenting you with. Everything would be solved, a life of luxury, with a man who you hadn’t meant to fall so far and hard for. Your eyes met his, almost as if you were prepared to wake up and find yourself alone in your bed again. 

“Maxim, are you real?” Your hand moved up to his jaw, thumb brushing between his goatee and the corner of his lips. 

“I am, if you’ll have me.” 

“I’d have you forever, if I could.” 

“Then forever you shall have me.” 

Maxim’s first finger was the only pressure on your jaw as he leant down to kiss you, fully and properly. He was hungry, insistent, and unwilling to let you ignore that fact. His hand tightened on your throat, reminding you that it was still there. 

His eyes met yours once he pulled away, eyes memorizing the lines of your lips before flicking up to meet your eyes. 

“You have that look in your eyes again.” 

“Which one?” Your cheeky comment wasn’t lost on him, but the smile on his lips spoke to the affection it evoked in him. 

“The one that makes me wish to show you just which skills I have remembered.” His eyes didn’t leave yours as his hand slipped from your throat to cup your breast. 

“All of them?” 

“And learn some more.”

“Please.”  Your response was nearly a whine, wanting to have him fill each inch of you again. 

Maxim wasn’t willing to deny you, pulling himself off the sofa elegantly before offering you a hand to rise. Ever a gentleman, he guided you to his room, each step building excitement in your stomach. 

The moment that the door closed, Maxim placed his hand back on your throat, easily sliding control from you. Your head tipped back to look at him, barely managing to not lean forward into him. 

“Please, Maxim.” His finger shifted to rest on the center of your collarbone, and that was all it took for him to push you back to the wall. 

Maxim look your lips with his at the same time his hands laced with yours, pressed to the wall. His control over you was total already. Your wrists were moved to one of his hands as his lips pulled away, flashing heat through you. His eyes burned your skin as he started to slide off the shirt still covering you. His lips, his touches, left you breathless, and stole any sense of respectability you may have had, soft moans falling from your lips. 

Maxim managed to shock you again when his hands moved under your ass, pulling you from the wall, your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping you pinned to him. His lips didn’t leave yours, and your hands went under that beautiful jacket, slipping your hands under the lapels to urge it off his body. 

Laying your back on the bed allowed that coat to fall off, and in a moment of unthinking confidence, your hands slipped to his shirt, taking every moment you could to bare his body to yours. Maxim took the moment to simply look over your body, drinking in the inches of skin. 

Maxim’s thumbs hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging down the fabric. You still felt a wave of embarrassment crash over you, seeing Maxim’s eyes look over every inch of freshly bared skin. 

Yet, that embarrassment was lifted slightly when he urged you back to the bed, hands warm on your hips. Your calves hit bed, forcing you to fall onto the mattress. You were quite suddenly eye level with his crotch, hidden under too many layers of fabric. 

Your hands moved to his thighs, just as one of his hands moved to your shoulder, gently rubbing the area with his fingers. 

You looked up at his bare chest, only his dark pants on him, and you were struck with the appearance. 

“You look beautiful.” Your voice was hushed, awe shining through. Instead of embarrassment, love filtered onto his face, thumb once more stroking over your chin, then lips. On another pass, you pressed forward, catching his thumb between your teeth. 

“Perfect pet.” Unable to keep his gaze, your eyes once again fell to his pants, letting your hands move to his hips, sliding along the waistband to open the dark fabric. Your tongue, almost nervously, flicked against the pad of his thumb. Pulling his cock out of his pants, you stroked him a couple times, hearing his breath deepen. Daring, you let his thumb fall from your teeth, and took Maxim’s cock between your lips, mirroring the gentle flicks from seconds before. 

You looked back up at Maxim, sliding to the base of his cock, his sigh fanning in the space between you. It wasn’t until his hand slid to the back of your neck that he took control of you.

Maxim’s chest really was the most comfortable place to lay down. Warmth flooded the spots you touched him, and your fingers swirled around the wispy hairs on his chest. Simple designs, ones that you didn’t think meant anything. Circles, arrows, lines, simple gestures. Designs to help you build up confidence, if nothing else. You hadn’t even answered him in the last two months on if you would properly stay or not. But, your lease was going to expire in the month. 

“I have one stipulation for me staying here, Maxim.” 

"Name it, and the universe would be yours." 

"I want to be able to explore. Everything, from my expression, to my art… to your body." The last words made you certain you’d keep your eyes off his. His thumb smoothed a line starting at your brow, and easily sliding to the tip of your nose, then back up to your brow. 

“Sweetheart, I would pull the stars from the sky and offer them to you, if you only pointed to which ones you wanted.” The promise made a rush of passion flare through you, a truth buried in them that you knew you’d eventually find. If you allowed yourself to. 

“Then you’ll have me.” The kiss he offered you ended with a bite, a hint of physicality you knew he’d keep, a bit of pain you were eager to exploit.

The music was soft from the old gramophone. You called it a relic, Maxim called it vintage. You weren’t familiar with the soft rises and falls of the music, refined in a way that had been lost to time. You were familiar with the feeling of Maxim’s hand in yours. 

“May I have this dance?” Your lips curled slowly, before you nodded, and he pulled you from the chair. 

You didn’t even have time to warn him that you didn’t know how to dance before he had taken you in his arms, leading you around the room with small touches, barely correcting you. He didn’t even stumble when you’d caught his toes under yours on a turn, only lifting you into a turn instead of allowing the pressure to continue. 

It wasn’t until the last notes were pulled from the disk that Maxim set you back on your feet, your head still swirling in the clouds he’d lifted you to.

“Well, how do you even know if you have magic?” 

“A conductor will without fail tell that.” Maxim was leaning against the edge of his desk, his sleeves rolled up, books over the desk, but his attention was on you. 

“What happens if you’ve got magic then?” 

“Training, without fail. Meditation, theory, then spells.” 

“Tell me about your first spell.” The demand fell from you before you could stop it, and you brought your feet up to the seat of the chair, looking up at him excitedly. Fire, a simple spell many would start with, but one that Maxim had been particularly adept at. 

Through the entire memory, your fingers were on the metal surrounding the jewel in his cane, thinking through each word he offered you. Your fingers traced a ridge of design, and your mind slowly cleared of everything but the cane and Maxim’s voice. Incidental to the way he could simply bring you in with the deep voice and accent, your vision seemed to tunnel on just the jewel. 

You heard Maxim jump, and your head flipped around to see Maxim throwing a few pieces of burning paper into the empty trash can next to you, his tea then poured onto it to stop the flames. The immediate issue dealt with, and his dark eyes flashed to you, a deep emotion in them. His voice came from his lips, almost dangerous. 

“So when exactly were you going to tell me you’re a sorcerer?”

I spent the best evenings of my life Unaware they were significant

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10 books to know me 📚

 Thanks @otrtbs for the tag !

Ten books to know me or know what I like to read about, Nat did quotes with hers so I’m going to do quotes as well! 

Atonement by Ian McEwan - I still remember the way I flung this book across my room when I got to that part, if you’ve read it you know, still not over it and I get emotional every time I think about Robbie :( 

“As the distance opened up between them, they understood how far they had run ahead of themselves in their letters. This moment had been imagined and desired for too long, and could not measure up. He had been out of the world, and lacked the confidence to step back and reach for the larger thought. I love you, and you saved my life.”

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen - The blueprint, will never not be in this list. I was raised on this stuff.

“Your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”

The Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton - I am aware this is a children’s book but it’s the one my mum read to me every night before bed and the copy currently sitting on my shelf is the one she had when she was a child as well so it’s the most precious thing I own and they are still some of my favourite stories :)

“The faraway tree is always there. We never, never know what land is going to be at the top.”

The Fault in our Stars by John Green - I don’t want any slander okay, I don’t care to hear it ok in this house we respect our roots, this book made me cry and a part of my horrendous pre teen years was scrolling through tumblr and seeing all of those god awful picsart posts of the quotes and I loved every minute of it, it was a right of passage

“What a slut time is. She screws everybody.”

The Etymologicon by Mark Forsyth - I bought this book because it’s opening passage actually had me giggling out loud like a loser in a bookstore and the origins of random words will never not be cool, the opening passage is just so long I cant put it all in here but I highly recommend it to everyone. 

“Occasionally people make the mistake of asking me where a word comes from. They never make this mistake twice. I am naturally a stern and silent fellow; even forbidding. But there's something about etymology and where words come from that overcomes my inbuilt taciturnity.”

The Fallen Star series by Jessica Sorensen - I bullied my high school librarian to buy these for the school library because I couldn’t afford them at 14 and after 2 months of badgering he caved and got them and I immediately took them and read them all in the span of two days. It’s about a girl whose mum got hit by a falling star when she was pregnant with her and it ended up giving her purple eyes and magic powers? I don’t care how silly it is at 21 I still love it.

“Of course, my nightmares were just the tip of the iceberg in the madness that had overtaken my life. When I was awake, I had much bigger problems to deal with than monsters attacking me. Real problems. Ones I couldn’t blink away.”

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott - Raise your hand if you’re surprised to see this. Anyone? Anyone at all? Yeah me neither. 

“Just because my dreams are different to yours does not mean that they’re unimportant.”

Divergent by Veronica Roth - I know it’s goofy but I really don’t care, this was my life! I was so convinced I was a dauntless girl lmao I have enough self awareness to know now I am either a Candor or Abnegation girl. 

“Becoming fearless isn’t the point. That’s impossible. It’s learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.”

Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson - Was it the insightful examination of the constant battle of good and evil that inherently exists with all humans and the struggle we face daily on deciding which to act upon that drew me into this book or was the idea that I could blame all my bad decisions on ‘night time me’? We’ll never know.

“If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers”

The Devil Tree by Jerzy Kosiński - I’m currently reading this and so far its very rich boy problems and existential crisis but it’s beautifully written so I both am apathetic towards the man I’m reading through but also desperate to know each of his thoughts. Weird. 

“My past is the only firmament worth knowing, and I am it’s sole star. It is as haunting and mysterious as the sky overhead, and as impossible to discard.”

No pressure tagging - @waririses @signofthereads @im-still-tryin-to-find-it @euphorial-docx @siriuslyfuxkoff @condoneii and anyone else who wants to do it! xxx

[sfigatino]

Love square shenanigans involving a kangaroo, a teenager... and a butter knife. Read here or on AO3!

   “I don’t get it.” Chat said blankly as Ladybug laughed. “I know you don’t want to watch a romance movie, but I don’t get this at all.”

   “It sounded good online!” Ladybug crossed her arms as she snickered at his reaction. 

   “It’s a monkey.” Chat countered. “And a shark. And they’re made of metal. How on earth did this sound good online?”

   “I dunno, it just did.” Ladybug shrugged as she tried to stop laughing. “I feel like something’s gonna happen that’s not good. Are you going to get akumatized over a bad movie?” She joked.

   “Purr-lease, why would I ever do that? It’s just a movie, not the end of the world.” Chat quipped back. “I think you’re just being purr-anoid, everything’s fine.” He assured, then turned back to the wide screen, his feline green eyes scanning the film for any hint of sense.

   “<i>VERONICA.</i>” A voice from above them boomed. Squeaked, really. What looked like a purple kangaroo had ripped a hole in the ceiling. It was grinning with a rather unnerving set of teeth and scanning the crowd. 

   Ladybug and Chat stared, stunned, as it picked up a young woman in the front row, who promptly shrieked. “I’ve found you! Now it’s time to go find Ladybug and Chat Noir!” 

   “Help, akuma!” The voice (presumably Veronica) screamed. The duo shot to their feet as a bunch of people tried to push and shove their way through the theater as the kangaroo turned back around, re-scanning the room for the heroes. Ladybug turned and looked at Chat Noir with a raised eyebrow and a conspiratorial smile. 

   “Okay, okay, fine, you win.” Chat surrendered with a grin, raising his clawed hands. “You knew there was going to be trouble on the quietest day in recent Parisian history.”

   “Ha, told you so.” Ladybug grinned satisfactorily. 

   “There you are!” The kangaroo squeaked gleefully. “Now we can go play!” It hopped back through the hole in the roof and turned its beady eyes to the duo.  

   “<i>Lucky charm!</i>” A fork and a butter knife fell out of the sky and into Ladybug’s hand. She tossed the fork and caught it dramatically, earning a grin from Chat Noir. 

   “Ooh, what’s cooking?” Chat Noir quipped, earning nothing but a teasing eye roll from his partner.

   “You know, I read somewhere that animals get distracted by shiny stuff. Like emus, goats... <i>cats</i>...”

   “Bugaboo, no, don’t do that. We don’t go there.” Chat complained dramatically, holding a gloved hand to his heart.

   “We can, and we will.” Ladybug shot back with a smirk. “That’s just how this works.” 

   “You wound me, milady. Anyway, what’s your point with this?”

   “Kangaroos are still animals.” Ladybug grinned. “Maybe the same thing applies to them.” 

   “Well, let’s give it a try.” Chat smiled. “I’ll distract, you get your plan in motion?”

   “Sounds good, Chaton.” 

   “Hey, Mr Marsupial!” Chat called, waving his baton. “I heard you’re an admirer! Right this way, I know where Ladybug is!”

   “Can we play?” The purple kangaroo looked up suddenly. “We can play with Veronica! Veronica didn’t want me to come see Mecha Monkey and Cyber Shark, so now she <i>has</i> to play with me!” 

   “You dork!” Veronica huffed from the kangaroo’s pouch. “I don’t have to spend every second babysitting you!” 

   “You said we would watch it together!” The kangaroo complained. “You didn’t want me to come on your little date with Mr What’s-His-Name, so you went to go without me. Now you <i>have</i> to play with me! And we can play with Ladybug and Chat Noir too! Isn’t that fun?” The kangaroo hopped in anticipation, waiting for Veronica’s reaction, who just huffed again and pouted from in the massive pouch. 

   “I know what we can play! How about a little game of cat and mouse?” Chat suggested. “Just tell me where your akuma is, and we can begin the game!”

   “I have an idea too! What if you give me your ring instead?” The kangaroo challenged. 

   “I hardly think I know you enough to propose!” Chat smirked. “Besides, my heart belongs to someone else.”

   “Oh, kitty.” Ladybug sighed fondly as she approached the marsupial from behind. “Hey! Look!”

   She bent the butter knife at an angle, allowing the bright sun to refract off the surface of the metal, reflecting onto the ground as a light beam. The kangaroo stared at the beam, its beady eyes filled with curiosity and want. 

   ...And it was off, running towards the beam that moved with Ladybug’s grasp. She hopped onto a nearby light post and continued the chase, giving Chat enough time to search for the akumatized object. 

   Veronica waved her arms and threw something, promptly hitting Chat in the face with a purple plushie. A kangaroo plushie. 

   “Meow-ch!” Chat grinned, picking it up from off the floor. “Hey, milady, cat-ch!” He tossed the plushie to Ladybug, who missed the catch but grabbed it with her yo-yo.

   “Nice one, Bugaboo!” Chat cheered as she captured the akuma in her yo-yo.

   “No more evil doing for you, little akuma!” She recited, purifying the akuma. She waved as a now-white butterfly flitted away. “Bye-bye, little butterfly!”

   Veronica stood next to a five year old child, who was staring at the heroes like they were the coolest thing he’d ever seen. “You’re superheroes!” He grinned. 

   “That’s us!” Ladybug grinned. “Here’s your plushie back, it’s really cute.”

   “Thanks! Veronica got it for me!” The boy beamed, holding his big sister’s hand.

   “You two stay out of trouble now, okay?” Chat said, kneeling down next to the five year old. “Maybe we can get that movie rescheduled, Bugaboo.” The boy laughed and hugged Chat, who smiled and returned the embrace. 

   “Thanks, Ladybug.” Veronica smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t know it would be such a big deal.” 

   “Breaking promises is always a bit of a big deal, but everything ended okay, and that’s the important part.” Ladybug smiled back.

   “So... We might need to reschedule our movie.” Chat grinned from their spot on the Eiffel Tower.

   “I thought it didn’t make any sense to you.” Ladybug retorted with a laugh.

   “But you liked it, and that’s the good part.” He grinned. With that, they turned to stare at the sunset, settling over a (temporarily) peaceful Paris.

#ladynoir #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #carissa’s writing #carissa’s work #mlb #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #Ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #miraculous fanworks #miraculous lb #miraculous oc #love square #fluff

[thelonewriters-fic-central]

Bombshell

Chapter 17

Your POV

I went downstairs to get breakfast before getting ready for school. I pass the bathroom on the way downstairs and I hear someone throwing up. I knock on the door.

"Are you okay?" I voiced in concern.

"I am fine. I think I ate something bad yesterday." I instantly recognize the voice and open the door.

"Here let me help you." I help her clean up and I touch her forehead.

"Babe you are burning up. I think you have the flu or something. Let's get you back to bed." I carry her back to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. I go downstairs to get some medicine and some hot water. I gave her the medicine and she took the medication and sipped the hot water.

"I need to get ready for school." Cheryl says trying to get up.

"Your sick. Baby I carried you into the room because you are weak." I say trying to reason with her.

"No I am fine Blossoms don't get sick." She says trying to argue with me.

"If you can get up without my help you can go to school." I say and she struggles to get up.

"Exactly. Your sick, I will call the school and tell them your not coming and I will pick up your homework." She nods.

"I really wanted to come. It is the first day I can go to school being engaged." Cheryl says.

"I know but it's okay. I rather you feel better than go to school sick and engaged. Now get some rest." I say to her and tuck her into bed and she passes out. I head downstairs finally and get breakfast.

"Where's Cheryl?" Betty says to me.

"I think she got the flu or something. She is not feeling to hot." I say to Betty while eating some food.

"Can you drive me than? Veronica can't pick me up today and I don't feel like walking with Archie." She says and I nod. I grab my helmet and give Betty the extra one and I drive us to school on my motorcycle. I head to the lounge because I had a free block in the morning and was studying for a test I had next day.

"What's up with you Y/Nkins." Veronica says sitting next to me.

"I am kinda bummed Cheryl got sick." I say to her.

"I am sure she will be as good as new in a couple of days." Veronica says reassuring me.

"Thanks V. Can you help me study for my test. I would usually ask Cheryl to help me but she is sick and I don't want to bother her." I say giving her puppy eyes.

"Don't give me that look. Fine I will help you but you owe me one." She says to me.

"Sure what do you want in return?" I say to her.

"I want two of Betty's cozy sweaters." She says negotiating with me.

"Deal" I shake her hand. She being helping me with studying.

"What up losers" Toni says walking in.

"Helping Y/N study for her test." Veronica says.

"Why didn't you ask me for help?" Toni says to me.

"The last time you helped me study we got distracted and started playing hide and seek. And every time I got a question wrong you would yell at me until I got the question right." I say glaring at her.

"Sometimes you need tough love. And you got a 89 on the test so I did a good job." Toni says attempting to get her point across.

"Fine whatever. Also how was your date with Lauren." I say to her.

"Really good. But we are trying the long distance thing for a while. Until she visits again." Toni says sitting next to me. The bell rings indicating us to go to our next period.

"Thanks for helping me study V. I will get you those sweaters by tomorrow." I say winking at her.

Fast forward to school is over and is at home

Betty and I head into the house and I go and check up on Cheryl. She is still sleeping so I kissed her forehead. I went to Betty's room to steal two sweaters for Veronica. I go into her drawer and I hear the door open.

"Umm what are you doing?" Betty says to me.

"I uh needed some sweaters and I didn't have any because they are all in the wash." I lie.

"Those aren't for Cheryl are they because the last time I leant her one she wouldn't stop complaining for a week because they weren't red."

"No they are uh for me. I am a bit chilly" I say taking out a blue and purple sweater out.

"Okay whatever." Betty says hoping on her bed. I was just about to walk out the door when Betty said

"Just tell Veronica to give them back at the end of the week or they won't smell like me." I just give her thumbs up before heading back into my room. I hug Cheryl before I get changed into some comfy clothes. I get into the bed sheets and Cheryl's cuddles up to me.

"Hello there sleepy head. You want something to eat." I say wrapping my arm around her. She nods her head and I go make her some soup and bring it back to her. The rest of the night was okay the occasional coughing for Cheryl.

"Thank you for taking care of me today." Cheryl says in a raspy voice.

"Of course. No need to thank me. You would be the same thing for me." I say and we both drift off to sleep.

#riverdale #archie comics #cheryl blossom x reader #cheryl x reader #cheryl blossom #lesbian #lgbtq #gay

[justmanic03]

Amethyst - Chapter Twenty-Two

As Buzz held the door to the conference room open, I turned back to Lisa, noticing that she had completely changed her outfit. She, like Mackenzie had of course ditched the signature Team Moon attire, and had replaced it with a flag-like shirt, with a thick pink stripe on the top, a thinner purple stripe in the middle, and a thicker blue stripe near the bottom. "I love your new top, Lisa!"

She smiled widely. "Thanks, Crystal helped me pick it. I got it from the Taldourse Limited Pride collection at Pollux!"

"It is, indeed, a lovely choice. It suits you well." Clyde interjected. "Crystal always did have amazing style."

As the four of us made our way into the conference room, I realised that there were already two people sitting at the round table. One was Mackenzie, rocking his new Gengar hoodie, and the other was a young woman in her mid twenties wearing a beautiful silk navy dress. Her hair was long, black and shiny, and her dark blue-and-gold headband matched her dress well. "Typical Clyde, always late!" She chuckled as she rose from her seat. Clyde blushed, running a hand through his pink hair. "I-I was having a catchup with our future champion here!" He stuttered. We all laughed at his obvious embarrassment.

"Let's get down to business, then." Buzz interjected as he sat down with a pen and paper in his hands.

I turned my head towards the mysterious woman, who Lisa wasted no time in sitting beside. "I don't believe we've met before."

"Oh, this is Chairwoman Crystal! My new idol!" Lisa said proudly, making the black-haired girl blush slightly.

"Clyde's girlfriend!" Mackenzie piped up, pointing in the direction of a now wide-eyed Clyde.

"She's not my girlfriend!" He protested, before covering his face with his hands. Lisa and Mackenzie exchanged a knowing side-eye; they could see through Clyde's real feelings.

"On a slightly more serious note..." Buzz interjected. "Another corrupted Pokemon was found in Acuada this morning."

The room fell silent upon his revelation. My heart began pounding in my chest. "What happened?!" I cried out, shuddering at the thought of someone tampering with Pokemon.

"Veronica and Austen were hanging out by the pool, and there was this pink Wailord laying on the sidelines."

"Pink? Wailords aren't pink!" Mack exclaimed.

"That's how we ascertained it had been corrupted." Crystal commented. "Its skill pooling was also odd. It had Calm Mind and Zen Headbutt in its move pool."

"Somebody's trying to turn it into a psychic Pokemon..." Lisa said. "That's what happened to that Aron back in Krodania. Somebody is trying to morph Pokemon into psychic types!"

"How is the Pokemon now?" I inquired.

"It's back at Professor Birch's lab, in recovery." Crystal continued. "Now, this is getting out of control. We need to act quickly to ensure that no other Pokemon fall victim to this... sorcery, whatever it is."

"So what's the plan?" I queried.

"We are expanding our search for Team Moon across the far reaches of Opaquia. Thanks to Buzz and Jordan, we now know which areas can be searched safely. So, Y/N, Lisa and Mackenzie, I'm sending you with Buzz up to the old Team Moon base to investigate. Meanwhile, the rest of the Elite Four and the Gym Leaders will continue on a hunt for more injured Pokemon."

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"Isn't Crystal just absolutely amazing, Y/N?! I really want to be just like her someday," Lisa marvelled, as the three of us made our way through Grugar valley. My eyes fell on the cave that Danny had disappeared into after our argument.

"HELLO! I'm talking here!" Lisa waved her arm vigorously in my face in annoyance.

"Oh sorry... just had some stuff on my mind," I mumbled. "Yeah, Crystal seems really nice. She's obviously helped you."

"She has done a lot more than help me, she's inspired me!" Lisa beamed. "She called Maddie, and told her the situation, so Maddie came to the League to personally apologise to me, and she rescinded my ban from her gym."

"I'm really happy for you, Lisa," I smiled.

"But I've decided... not to continue with the gym challenge." She said abruptly.

I raised my eyebrows. "Why not?"

"Because Crystal has inspired me to go down a different path. I've realised that caring and nurturing Pokemon is just as important as battling with them, if not more so."

"Go on?" Mackenzie said eagerly.

"And that's why... I've decided to open a rescue centre to house corrupted Pokemon. The Elite Four have agreed to help me set it up!" Lisa announced proudly. Mackenzie and I smiled, proud that the once hapless girl was now finally finding her purpose in life.

As we were walking through the cave, Mackenzie was congratulating Lisa, and asking her a ton of questions about her new chosen career path, however, my attention quickly shifted to a very large, pink reptile-like Pokemon with wheels for feet in the distance. It was chomping down the remainder of a sandwich. I immediately stiffened as I recognised it.

Epsilon.

That could only mean one thing. Harp girl was nearby...

I was abruptly snapped out of my thoughts by Mackenzie. "Hey Y/N! Since you and me have all of our gym badges, let's do a final showdown to see who's the strongest once and for all!"

"Oh wow, I can't wait to see this!" Lisa clapped her hands excitedly.

"Challenge accepted!" I smirked, this was an opportunity to show Lisa how much stronger I'd grown since we had last seen one another.

Mackenzie reached for his partner Gengar's Pokeball, and I reached for Lily's ball.

You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Mackenzie!

#pokemon au

[mirrors-rigor]

Author note : This was a world that I had started to build but never finish and lost it in my Google Docs archives but now I found it. Since I don’t have the attention to finish it right now I thought I would post it. Another one that is just very roughly drafted.

World: Artemis

Setting: Haven Academy, Zoo Haven

Protagonist: Arikae

Plot: Arikae tries to find out more about her mother’s high school life at Haven Academy, while also battle other problems at her new Haven.

Antagonist: Dr. Dean Zoo

Motive: Alakus’ death makes him go crazy.

Main problem: After hearing about Alakus’ death (Arikae’s mother), Dean was unable to handle being in a multiverse without her. Slowly losing his sanity, he has the idea to take over Artemis. As he plans his actions to take over the world, he takes a job over at Zoo Haven Academy. He notices his daughter in the school as soon as she walks in a neighboring classroom. Dean wants to have Arikae by his side as his queen and kill Veronica, his present lover, on the way to ruling Zoo Haven and all the rest of Artemis as well in a very wrong way. Being that Dean is Arikae’s father, Arikae is disgusted by the idea and doesn’t want to rule the world or kill the ruler of the utopia she created.

Characters

Arikae

Female - faery(unknown type)/human - 17 - Spanish/American

Backstory: Born in Baltimore, Maryland, Arikae was considered an odd child. Most of the children were afraid of her while some would just harass her for being different. She didn’t have any friends growing up because she was different. Her differenciency from the other kids wasn’t something supernatural. The children around her didn’t like how strange she looked with natural pink and purple hair, one eye had a teal iris and the other a black iris. She couldn’t walk normal either; her knees always bent at an angle when she walked. She had turned 19, her mother, Alakus, died in a freak accident. Alakus looked just like Arikae, but her hair was green and blue, and her eye’s iris’ were black and pink. Just before her last year of high school, she found a box with pictures, a brochure, and a letter her mother had left seemingly before she died. She read the letter. It was an acceptance letter for Arikae from Dean Alyxon at Haven Academy written to her mother. The pictures were of her mother when she was younger in front of a humongous school and a few others, but they weren’t people. One looked like they had deer feet, and the other looked like an animal. Arikae turned the picture over and it said “Alakus, Draivon, and Sherika freshmen year”. She was curious to see this school, so she took the brochure and left Baltimore to attend Haven Academy.

Syn

Female - Lupus - 17

Backstory: Her father being a Lykos and her mother a Lupus, Syn too over her mother’s genes. She always spent her time in the woods wandering on

Ryleina

Female - Wiccan - 18

Backstory:

Cherry

Female - Wiccan - 15

Backstory:

Alysteir

Female - Half-Blood vampire - 18

Backstory:

Blaine

Male - human - 20 - Japanese/American

Backstory: One of the few human kids in Artemis, Blaine’s family were the only humans that were brought to Zoo Haven. He had a happy childhood, he was raised as a normal child living in Zoo Haven. He loved playing with Seilie as a child, Seilie taught Blaine all about martial arts and about the dojo. He was always a curious child. At one point, when Seilie and him were out on one of the forest trails, he almost fell into the river wanting to touch the baby sprites that were sleeping in the water. Seilie caught him before he did though. He was always put in the best education he could, so his parents put him Haven Pre-School and Zoo Haven Academy. While in his high school years, on a rainy day, his grandfather calls him to the main room where everyone is gathered: his father, his grandfather, his Aunt Seilie, and his mother. He is told he will become the new master of the dojo after his passes. Blaine does not like what he hears and runs out in an emotional panic. His grandfather tries to run after him in the rain, but cannot catch up to him and falls to the ground as he has a heart attack. Seilie and her brother run outside to find him on the ground, dead. Seilie and her brother cry while holding their father. The next day, Blaine regrets what he had done and blames himself for the death of his grandfather. After long years of grieving, he was out of high school and became a student teacher at Zoo Haven Academy. He doesn’t think about it at first until a nostalgic moment happens to make him think of his grandfather. He then thinks long and hard about what his grandfather said to him on that day he died. “You will become the new master of the dojo after I pass.” The words haunt him, he didn’t want to be the master of the dojo, he wanted to be a teacher at a school. Considering his grandfather’s word, he ponders how to find a way to go about the situation. (*hint* he ends up passing the title “master” to Seilie after she graduates high school *hint*)

Seilie

Female - Daemon Cat - ??

Backstory: Being a daemon cat and living in Zoo Haven isn’t easy for a lost kitten. Seilie doesn’t remember anything from where she came from or why she was in Zoo Haven alone. She woke up one day in a box in an alleyway next to Zoo Haven Academy as a kit not remembering anything before that. Seilie wandered the streets as a kit, and as she grew older she learned how to defend herself by watching the other small creatures at a nearby dojo. The man at the dojo found out she was spying when he and his family took her in. Seilie finally had a family. The master of the dojo; her then father; taught a lot of different things at his dojo: Taekwondo, Jujutsu, Judo, Aikido, and even Kendo. Seilie took her time to learn them all. She was with their family for centuries studying, working, and practicing at the dojo before she decided to apply to Zoo Haven Academy. She had studied so hard to pass the entrance exam and she did it. She applied and now she got to go to school with her great nephew, her old man's grandchild and her brothers son, Blaine, for a single year before he graduated.

Feie

Female - Fire Faery - 15

Backstory:

Typical stereotypes at Haven Academy

Athletes: high school has-beens waiting to happen

Cheerleaders: the mean girls

Preps: bourgeoisie upper-middle class, act superficial but are actually nice

Geeks: laid back playing video games, reading comic books, and messing around online

Deviants: the outcasts that are considered weird

Havocs: trouble makers that like to rebel

Artemis Divisions

Zoo Haven - prime division in which most creatures live in harmony

Ferox - the division in which the evil creatures live

Nullius Terram - the division no one dares enter because of scary legends

Zoo Haven schools

Haven Academy - the most prestigious and biggest school in Zoo Haven, it teaches from kindergarten to college level education; private school

Zoo Haven High (ZHH) - there are only six high schools in Zoo Haven, five being Zoo Haven High public schools

Zoo Haven Junior High (ZHJH) - six junior high schools in Zoo Haven

Zoo Haven Elementary School (ZHES) - six elementary schools in Zoo Haven

Haven Pre-School - the only pre-school in Artemis and it is hard to be able to go there

Haven Academy faulty

Mrs. Jeniin Luw -

Mr. Herein Craw - Avem - teaches high school and college drama, music, and arts

Dr. Dean Zoo - Human - main professor; teaches all of the college core classes: math, science, history, etc.

Mr. Naliel Faron - Reptilian - secretary of the academy

Ms. Doraleen Withers - Insectum - aka Old Lady Withers, the 99 year old headmaster

Zoo Haven High faculty

Ferox schools

Ferox University - the only actual college in Artemis

Ferox Academy - not the biggest but the most prestigious school in Ferox; private school

Ferox High School (FHS) - there are only five public high schools in Ferox

Ferox Middle School (FMS) - six middle schools in Ferox

Ferox Elementary School (FES) - six elementary schools in Ferox

Ferox High faculty

Types of creatures on Artemis

Human - rare

Daemon - typical creatures that vary in species, such as vampires, faeries, cats, dogs, etc.; usually live in Farox, but some could be found in Zoo Haven; Daemon Hounds are more common demons in Farox than Zoo Haven, though some have found their way in

Faery - six different kinds of faeries: Fire Faery, faeries with fire magick; Nature Faery, faeries with nature magick; Daemon Faery, faeries with demonic, evil magick; Pixie, mischievous faeries that like rebelling; Sprite, elf-type faeries with water magick; Shadow Faery, faeries who can shadow travel and use cloud magick

Wolf - two different kinds of wolves: Lupus, wolves who can shapeshift into any creature; Lykos, wolves who can only turn human or wolf

Wiccan - witches are also rare, but mostly found in Zoo Haven

Vampire - (all vampires are immortal) three kinds of vampires: Fruit Bat, vampires who only eat and drink red fruit; Blood Bat, vampires who drink blood from animals; Half-Blood, vampires who can’t drink blood and can shapeshift

Cats - four different kinds of cats: Feles, cats who can shapeshift into any creature; Magna, anthropomorphic cats who are giant; Magi, cats who are witches; Daemon cat, anthropomorphic cat demons that can change from human to cat when their original form is both

Reptilian - anthropomorphic reptiles

Avem - anthropomorphic birds

Mammalian - anthropomorphic mammals

Insectum - anthropomorphic bugs and insects

Languages spoken on Artemis

English

Latin

Latin based languages

Background of Artemis

Through a gateway in the deepest part in Amazon forest of Brazil. A human founded the planet in the 30s when Dr. Dean Zoo tripped and fell through the gateway on his mission to find a 5,000 year old artifact. When he first arrived on Artemis, he didn’t believe he wasn’t on Earth. It wasn’t until nightfall where the three moons shone through the trees. Running through the woods freaking out where he was when he bumped into a “person”. It was a vampire dressed in lion cloth and they acted primitive. She couldn’t speak, but only in grunts and hand motions. Zoo found that she was a friendly creature and called her a Blood Bat because she only wanted to drink animal blood and named her Veronica.

There were other creatures there as well, many in fact. Vampires, demons, faeries, cats, wolves, and even witches. He took his time on the planet to discover all of them and decided to call the planet Artemis after the Greek goddess. Forgetting about Earth, he brought himself to teach her. He taught Veronica how to write and she showed him she could draw. He taught her how to talk in English, Latin, and Latin based languages; she showed him around her favorite parts of the forest. He taught her many things such as how to build things and conduct electricity; she learned fast and started to teach the other creatures what she knew. While Zoo taught her, he traveled the small world and discovered it was the size of Earth’s moon. When he found that out, he started to think about life on Earth. He missed it. Zoo had been gone for seven years and he wanted to go back, maybe bring a few friends the next time he goes to Artemis.

After Zoo left, Veronica had taught enough creatures to teach others, and in a chain of events, created her own utopia on Artemis and called it Zoo Haven. Cities and languages produced fast. Veronica became the utopian ruler of Zoo Haven. She sent most of the frantic creatures from Zoo Haven to another land across the ocean she called Ferox. Ferox isn’t necessarily a utopian place, but it is organized. The ruler of Ferox, Draivon, created the place for the unfortunate creatures that are unfit to live in the utopia of Zoo Haven. There is one island on Artemis that the creatures of Zoo Haven and Ferox are scared to go. They call it Nullius Terram, it is where the feral and exiled creatures live.

How Arikae was born

After Zoo came back to Artemis and became immortal with Veronica, he occasionally went back to Earth to see how the world is evolving. One of the times on Earth, he met a little girl alone and stranded on the streets. She wasn't an ordinary girl though, she seemed to be unwanted for how she looked. Her hair was green and blue, and the color of her eyes were black and pink. She was playing with a stick in the dirt when he reached out to her. He called her Alakus. She was a bit skittish, but when he promised her a safe place to live she took his hand. He took her to Zoo Haven and put her in Haven Orphanage. He lived in the castle so he never got to see her. Until the year he accepted a job at Haven Academy as a college history professor. He met her once again and fell in love with her. Eventually they had a child and named her Arikae. Alakus hoped that Earth would be different, so she had Zoo take her and her child back. Zoo did not stay, but Alakus and Arikae did.

#world building #wip #never gonna finish #story

[sttarkeys]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭: 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 (part 2)

summary: eight years ago veronica was lost in a world that was the unknown. she is now found by her one one true love in a whole new universe where she has been living for the past eight years. pairing: peter parker! andrew garfield x original character (OC) veronica owens/stark warnings: fluff, swearing i think, NWH spoilers fandom: Marvel, MCU word count: requested?: No

MAJOR NO WAY HOME SPOILERS!!         please DO NOT READ if you have not seen NWH yet 

please do not use or share on any other platform.

Earth 6-1-6  2014 New York City

“AGH!” Veronica gasped for breath as she quickly rose from the bed that she was now sitting on. Her entire chest felt heavy, like there was an amount of weight on there that she could not push off of her. For instance when she looked down Veronica did not find her midtown High sweatshirt covering the top half of her body no- she found the layering of a white and grey spider suit upon her body.  “What the hell.” She questions to herself as she get up off of the bed and looks at herself in the mirror that was in the corner of the room that was suposbly to her own. Everything looked somewhat the same but the feeling that she had in her body was not right. So the one thing that she knew she had to do right now was to find answers.  Just like Peter had done more then once in her own universe she opened the window the room that she was in and she flung herself out, not knowing if she was going to make it or not. But the spidey-sense that she now had helped her with swinging back and forth between the buildings that were next to her, she had never felt the sensation like this before, maybe because the only time that she had ever been swinging was with Peter- her Peter. Veronica needed to figure out what was going on and now. 

Earth 6-1-6  New York City, 2018

Those years went on and Veronica lived in this new earth like it was her own, her sense told her to go and find the Avengers, for some reason she knew that they would be able to help her. I guess that kind of thing comes with the powers that she had,  Tony was the one who helped her get on her feet, and she is lucky that she found Tony when she did as well, 2012 was she arrived in this earth, with no knowledge of what was going to happen to her she needed to be with the people who were going to be able to help her the best.  From what Tony and Bruce were able to tell her, she was from a completely different universe, but they have no idea as to how she got there in the first place, and it didn’t help that she could not remember anything before she woke up in her bed that morning that she arrived.  So from that day onward she lived a new life as Veronica Stark, the new girl who came into the life of the people who were closest to him, Veronica was now the daughter of Tony Stark and she was kept in sight of someone who knew at all times, even if that meant that Happy had to somewhat babysit her, I mean come on- how can you babysit someone who has the agility to climb walls and glide between the tallest towers of New York. 

But, right as of now. Veronica found herself with Tony and a seventeen year old boy who was also named Peter Parker up in space fighting a titan who went by the name of Thanos. When she met this world’s Peter Parker, it was like meeting a version of her brother back home, he was shy, kind but endlessly never ending in a way of trying to make her laugh. They met at Midtown High, Veronica was now too old for school but Tony was able to get her a job there teaching biology and physics there part time, a lot can happen when you’re Tony Stark’s ‘daughter’.  Veronica was able to help the boy learn how to use the power that he gained when he was bitten by the spider. There were now two Spider-people of New York, two more people who were gonna keep the world safe. 

“Strange, what is going on? What are you doing.” Veronica called out as she watched the older man give the time stone to the purple titan. And once Thanos got his hands on the small gem he stepped into a portal and left Titan. 

“What did you do? We had him!” Veronica stormed to the doctor but was pulled back by both Tony and Peter.  “We had him!” She lets out a cry as she looks over at the man once more.  “It was our only choice.” Was the only thing that he said as he sat there  in front of everyone.  It wasn’t until she got the same feeling that she had those years ago, her sense was growing all out through her, herself and Peter locked eyes they could both sense that something was going on, Thanos did it, he got all the stones.  ‘Ronnie? I don’t feel so good.” She turns and looks at Peter, his hands to his chest, the look of worry in his face. She could feel the pain that he was now feeling.  “No, Pete come on.” She helped him to lay down on the rocky ground that was beneath them. “Not again come on.” But as she spoke the boy that was she was sharing the same pain with slowly began to dust away.  “I’m sorry.” And with that a second Peter Parker that she had known was now gone. “No, no.” She looks up to Tony and they both share the same look.  “It happened, he did it.”  Now it was just Veronica, Tony and Nebula on this planet floating more and more into space. 

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new girl

An MC/Poppy (slight MC/Zoey) fic for A Very Poppy Weekend. Thank you to @penda-bear for organizing!

Day 2 prompt: angst. Warnings for unrequited MC/Poppy. You can read on AO3 here.

Poppy's surrounded by the height of luxury; celebrities and glitz and glamour coat every inch of this place, from the foundations to the far-too-sparkly decorations on the ceiling. (It kills her that people actually like Farmsville's decor 'upgrades'. Her mother complimented it. Part of her kind of wants to set the place on fire, but it'd be such a hassle if anyone ever found out, and rash destruction of property is beneath her.)

And it fucking sucks.

She knows better than to be on her phone, but there's no conversation engaging enough to get her even slightly engaged, what with Veronica's disinterest and Chloe's panicked nervousness at being in the public eye as if, you know, she never has before, and Carter's--ugh, not even worth getting into.

The last two years, Poppy's schmoozed her way into interviews and opportunities she hadn't had before, but now, the world's her oyster, as long as no one steals it right out from under her.

Enter Bea Hughes, and how much she likes to fuck with Poppy's night. (Well, probably not the fact her feet hurt: that has nothing to do with her. Christ, these shoes are awful, though.)

Right now, her rival (as if she's worthy of the title) is twirling on the dance floor as though she was born in this world, in the arms of her new money partner-in-crime/pain in Poppy's ass.

They look so happy.

Bea's got a crown pinned in her curls, perfectly matching the deep, dark red suit that frames her not-awful assets well. Wade doesn't actually look all that bad either, the pale purple separate enough from everyone else's look that she stands out without looking too different, marking herself as the outsider she is.

Not that you could tell from the way people are talking about them.

"Young couples," says Veronica's mom fondly, pointing at them. "Also, I like her fashion sense. Mija, are you two friends?"

"No, Mom," Veronica says, tapping at her phone until her mother shoots her a glare. "Her name's Zoey. I can probably introduce you."

"Excuse me?" Poppy says. That's her rival's--whatever, and she's right here. Veronica backs off, but she doesn't miss the face her mother makes. "I mean, clearly they're busy." There. Veronica won't cross her, and the well-known fashion designer doesn't think less of her.

"I would've thought you and Carter would be out there, no?"

"We broke up," Poppy says. "Months ago." She smiles before the impact of her words can process, says, "But I don't blame you for missing it; you're too busy to deal with college drama."

Veronica's mom laughs and nods. "Well, you're not wrong. They look like they might actually make it though. I hope for them."

Bea laughs, not weirdly loud but cutting through the noise of the room anyway. Her eyes are so warm, so affectionate, looking at Zoey like she hung the stars in the sky (hell, with this decor, maybe she did). Zoey kisses her, quick and affectionate and just shy of being a breach of polite society.

They fit. Poppy feels a little hollow.

"Well? You're not going to ask anyone to dance?" Veronica's mom prods her.

Poppy shakes her head. "I'm here to focus on my career, not my love life." She doesn't say that the only person she'd want to ask wouldn't say yes, is right there on the dance floor already.

But she can wallow in that feeling, sad and pathetic, later. For now, she's got to make sure the tiara on Farmsville's head is the closest thing to a crown she ever wears. (Bea's attention won't stay with her once she gets what she wants, so she has to keep it from her. Besides, the power is hers.)

Poppy doesn't turn back to look at the dance floor as she makes her way back into the crowd. She knows Bea won't glance at her once, so why bother?

#PoppyWeekend #poppy x mc #poppy min-sinclair #zoey x mc #queen b #fic: new girl #my fics #bea hughes #oc: helena hughes #zoey wade #mc x poppy #mc x zoey

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You’re Safe With Me: Part 2

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Summary: Joe and Ben are the respective sons of King Roger and King John. The Kings and Princes are very good friends of King Brian and Queen Anita. Joe and Ben are also the best friends of Prince Gwilym and his younger sister, Princess [Y/N]. When attending [Y/N]’s 20th birthday, she is taken from the castle. It is up to Joe, Ben and Gwilym to find [Y/N] before it’s too late.

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The sounds of hooves hitting cobble stone caught Ben’s attention as he sat in his room. Looking out the window, he smiled as he saw a familiar horse drawn carriage coming up towards the gates. Throwing on his favorite red tunic encrusted with gold around the collar and the sleeves 

and putting on some black pants, he rushed down to the main hall to greet his friend and his parents. The guards opened the gate, and in walked King John, his wife, Queen Veronica and their son, Prince Joe. While Roger and Sarina, Ben’s mother and father, greeted John and Veronica, the two Princes rushed over to each other, embracing with with a friendly hug, chuckling. 

“It’s good to see you again, mate.” Ben said as the two pulled away, their smiles never leaving. 

“You as well. Have [Y/N] or Gwil shown up yet?” He asked. Ben chuckled. 

“They would be standing right next to me if they were here,” Ben joked. Joe chuckled at his friend. “They should be here any moment.” He said. As if on cue, the neighing of two horses caught their attention. Joe and Ben smiled at each other. Ben pushed open the doors and the two raced out towards the court yard, ready to meet their two friends. 

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[Y/N] held onto the reins as her horse, Elrando, made his way to the Castle where her best friends were. Elrando was a Palomino Stallion with a beautiful tan coat, black legs, main and tail. 

Elrando was given to [Y/N] as a birthday present from her mother and father on her tenth birthday. Elrando was still a foul at the time, so the two had grown up together. Elrando was very protective of [Y/N]. Elrando and Gwilym’s horse, Gypsy, let out a neigh, signaling that they were at the castle. As Elrando and Gypsy slowed to a trot, making their way through the courtyard, [Y/N] smiled at seeing her two best friends, Ben and Joe race down to meet them. She pulled on the reins, making Elrando stop as Joe got to her first. He extended his arms to help [Y/N] off, letting her fall into his arms before hugging her and spinning her around. The two let out a flurry of laughter as Joe set her down. 

“Oh, it’s lovely to see you, Joe.” [Y/N] said, placing her hands on his shoulders. Joe chuckled. 

“It’s wonderful to see you as well.” He said. [Y/N] turned her attention to Ben, who was greeting Gwilym. Ben smiled as [Y/N] picked up the hem of her dress and raced over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. Ben wrapped his arms around [Y/N]’s waist, the two swaying from side to side. They pulled away and Ben looked down at the dress she was wearing. 

“You’re wearing the dress that my Father sent you.” He said. [Y/N] looked down at the dress and smoothed it out slightly. 

“How does it look?” She asked. Ben smiled and gently tucked a stray hair behind her ear. 

“It looks beautiful on you. Let’s go show it to my Father before we leave.” Ben said. He took her hand and lead her up to the castle. The missed the jealous look that Joe sent to Ben as he held [Y/N]’s hand. Gwilym walked next to his best friend. 

“If you two are going to compete for my sister’s heart,” he said, making Joe look at him. “Don’t let it hurt her or get in the way of your friendship with Ben.” He warned. Joe smiled at his best friend. 

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting your sister and neither would Ben. And don’t worry, it’s just a bit of friendly competition.” Joe reassured. Gwilym hummed. 

“That’s how it always starts out.” He said under his breath. 

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Roger and Sarina gasped at the sight of [Y/N]. She was wearing the beautiful purple dress that was sent to her as a birthday present from the King and Queen. Sarina made her way down to greet the girl. 

“Oh, my dear, you look absolutely stunning in the dress.” She said. [Y/N] chuckled as she curtsied to Roger and Sarina, a sign of respect. When she rose, she embraced Sarina in a hug, the two kissing cheeks. Roger then pulled the girl into a hug before kissing her forehead. 

“I hope you like the dress.” He said. [Y/N] smiled and nodded. 

“I love it, Your Majesty. It was very thoughtful of you to send this to me as a birthday gift.” She said. Sarina smiled. 

“Are you ready to turn 20?” She asked. [Y/N] chuckled and shook her head. 

“Hardly. I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.” She said. Sarina chuckled. 

“Neither was I, my girl. In fact, I was twenty years old when I met Roger. You might get a chance to meet someone for yourself at your birthday celebration.” Sarina said. Ben chuckled awkwardly. 

“Well, Mother, you’ve had your chat with [Y/N], now, I think it’s time we go out for our ride, don’t you think, [Y/N]?” Ben asked. [Y/N] nodded. She curtsied once more to Roger and Sarina before the four friends made their way to the stables. 

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[Y/N] had been the one to spot the White Stag first, immediately telling Elrando to race after the creature. It was said that whoever could catch the legendary White Stag, would be granted one wish. [Y/N] had never really thought about what her wish would be if she ever caught up to the White Stag. Before she knew it, Elrando stopped suddenly. [Y/N] looked around, realizing that she had lost sight of Joe, Ben and Gwil. She looked around anxiously, feeling as if she was being watched. Elrando snorted in fear, pawing at the ground. [Y/N] patted her Stallion’s neck. 

“Elrando? What is it?” She asked. Suddenly, an arrow came flying out, sticking to the ground in front of Elrando, scaring him. Elrando reared, tossing [Y/N] off. She fell to the ground with a grunt. Elrando took off, running away from whatever, or whoever shot the arrow. After laying there, stunned for a little bit, [Y/N] got up and looked around in fear. Elrando never left [Y/N] alone, which made her even more afraid. If there was something in the woods that was scary enough that Elrando left his best friend alone, then she was in real danger. [Y/N] gasped in fear at hearing a twig snap. She turned to face the direction where the noise came from. Fear overtook her as she picked up the hem of her dress and ran away from the noise. She kept calling for anyone. 

“Ben? Joe? Gwil! Anyone! Please answer me!” She shouted, continuing to run. She continued to run until the rested against a tree, trying to catch her breath. She heard twigs snapping again and jolted up. She looked around, frightened to her core. What frightened her most, was seeing what looked like a face, peering through the woods at her. The face was masked, making it even scarier. The figure started towards her. [Y/N] took off running, making the mistake looking behind her, seeing the figure getting closer. She caught her foot on a tree root, falling to the ground with a grunt. Fear overtook her. Suddenly, a neigh broke through and a familiar voice. 

“[Y/N]!” 

The figure froze as Ben came rushing through the woods on his horse. Ben jumped down and raced over to her and pulling her into a hug. 

“[Y/N]! Oh, thank God you’re okay.” Ben breathed out, wrapping his arms around her waist. He felt her form trembling. “Hey, what’s wrong? You’re trembling.” He said, pulling away from her. Tears fell from her eyes as she started crying. Ben frowned. “Hey, hey, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked, looking her over for injuries. [Y/N] shook her head. 

“T-there was someone in the w-woods,” she gasped out, choking of the sobs. “T-they shot an arrow at me and t-then I-I saw someone looking at me. T-they started coming for me.” She sobbed. Ben quickly whirled around and pulled out his sword, ready to fight off anyone who would dare try to hurt his friend. He saw no one. Ben frowned and sheathed his sword, turning towards her. 

“Hey, hey, lovie, look at me,” he said gently, cupping her cheeks. She looked up at him. “They’re gone. Whoever was coming for you is gone, alright. And I’m here now. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He promised. He pulled her into a hug, holding her close. 

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Joe and Gwilym waited anxiously for Ben to return. Gwil would never forgive himself if his sister got hurt. Elrando had come racing to the three friends without [Y/N] on the saddle. After calming the Stallion down, Ben had rode out, trying to find his best friend. Suddenly, they saw Ben come rushing through the woods, [Y/N] sitting in the saddle in front of him. The girl clung to his form, Ben’s hand supporting her by wrapping his hand around her waist. Gwilym’s eyes widened as he realized that his sister had been terrified before Ben had come for her. 

“What happened?” Gwilym asked as Ben stopped before the two. He let go of the rains as his horse stopped, allowing him to hold the girl better, wrapping his arms around her. 

“Someone shot an arrow at her and Elrando took off. She started running. She said that she saw someone looking at her through the trees and starting for her. I guess I got there in the nick of time.” He said. Gwilym’s eyes widened. The May’s certainly had a lot of enemies, but none of them had ever been brave enough to try and attack one of the children of the King and Queen. Gwilym sighed.

“I think it’s best if we go back. Once we get to the castle, I’ll take [Y/N] home so that she can rest.” He said. Ben nodded. He looked down at [Y/N]. 

“Do you want to go with your brother, love?” He asked. [Y/N] nodded as if still in a daze. Ben nodded before getting off of his horse and helping [Y/N] down. He had his arm around her as he walked her over to Gwilym on Gypsy. Ben lifted [Y/N] up and Gwilym gently grabbed her, setting her in the front of his saddle, keeping a tight hold on her. Gwilym looked at his friends. 

“I’m going to take her back to the castle. Bring Elrando with you, would you?” He asked. Joe and Ben nodded. 

“Of course mate.” Ben said. Gwilym nodded before snapping the reins, Gypsy taking off in the direction of Ben’s home. Joe looked at Ben, getting on his horse and taking Elrando’s reins. 

“What happened out there?” Joe asked. Ben sighed. 

“Someone tried to harm [Y/N]. To be honest, I don’t think that they should move forward with celebrating [Y/N]’s birthday until this person is caught.” Ben said. He snapped the reins of his horse, Joe doing the same as the two took off towards Ben’s home. 

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//I am so sorry if this part sucked. I feel like it was really rushed and not very well planned out. Please let me know what you would like to see happen next in the third imagine. I would like to see what you guys would like to see so I can put it into the story.//

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[xandriagreat]

My Princess Prince 

Author’s note: This is from @darklingduke (this post)

Notice/warnings: Death mention, unaccepting parents 

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Remus didn’t want to have this arranged marriage party but he had to marry soon, even though he likes men and everyone knows it. But he has no choice but to become king, because his brother passed away from an attack from the enemy and he’s the next Prince in line.

Remus hated the party.

But, like what his brother would do, he's doing it for the people.

His bride was on her way to the castle.

So, being bored out of his mind, he went outside on the balcony to get some air. Then Remus looked up at the starry sky, looking for the reddest star. 

Remus remembers while growing up with Roman, they read a story that some stars are past lives. They thought it was interesting and told each other that they can look out for each other, even being apart. 

When he found it, he smiled a bit. "Hey Ro… How have you been?" Remus said to the star, like he was talking to Roman. "Me? I'm doing good." He looked at the star and chuckled awkwardly. "So… I'm the next king! Haha! What do you think of that?"

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"I guess you're pretty upset about that because you wanted to be king…'' Then he sighed and looked down before looking up back at the star. "I… need to get married first before becoming king… I'm just… wondering if I can do one thing or something else. Marry for the kingdom or marry who I love." He looked back at the door. "I should go back inside before everyone goes on a hunting party for me."

pause

"Have a goodnight."

He went back inside. 

"Your majesty!" a guard yelled, running towards him. Remus looked at the guard. 

"Yes?"

"Your parents want you to meet your bride."

Remus rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine!" He walked with the guard to his parents. His mother hugs him close when they come to them. "Remus." she said, bringing him over. Remus sighed.

He wanted the night to be over with. 

"This is our son, Prince Remus." his father said, putting an arm around him and introducing him to a young woman. "This is Princess Veronica, daughter of Queen Isabell and King Fredrick."

Veronica wore a purple ball gown dress. She had long black hair. She didn't look like the other girls, not too much bright makeup, not too much stylish hair to make you wonder how you can style it without ruining the hair, and not too much powder that it wouldn't get a headache.

"It's nice to meet you." Veronica said, smiling. She curtsies to him. Remus nodded and bowed back.

The parents looked at them. "Want to show her around?" his mother asked finally. 

Remus looked at her. "Do you want to walk around with me?"

Veronica nodded. "Yes. I would like that."

They went around the garden and danced in the ballroom. 

Remus felt it was right and wrong at the same time.

♡

It’s been two weeks since Remus met Veronica.

They did get to know each other and understand one another during the time, but Remus felt that Veronica was hiding something.

Remus was looking out the window of his room when Veronica came in the room. “Tomorrow is the big day.” she said, walking over to him. Remus nodded and looked at her. "Yep…" he said quietly.

They were quiet for a while.

“Remus?” Veronica asked, looking nervous.

“Yes?”

“Do- may I tell you something?” 

Remus looked at her. “What? Sure. What is it?” 

She sighed and looked down.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Remus asked, he moved the hair out of her face. 

Her hair felt… loose? Like it wasn't attached to her head.

"Remus..." Veronica whimpered, on the edge of tears. "I'm not who you think I am..." 

"What do you mean?" 

Veronica sighed as she put a hand on the top of her hair and pulled it off to show very short black hair. Remus was very surprised because he didn't expect her to show him that she was wearing a wig all this time.

"I- what?" Remus stuttered. 

The person in front of him looked at him as they said, "I was born a girl but I didn't feel like one for a long time. At 16 years old, I knew that I was a boy. My parents didn't like it but I'm their only kid. They got me a wig to cover my short hair and told me to act like what I was born to be…" He smiled a bit at him. "I do love you but I understand if you don't want to marry me… You can call off the wedding… I don't mind-"

"What's your name?" Remus interrupted, looking very interested. His partner looked confused. "Your preferred name, I mean."

"Virgil. Prince Virgil." said his partner, smiling shyly

Remus smiled. "Virgil. What a wonderful name."

Virgil looked surprised at him. "Really?"

Remus nodded and moved the hair out of Virgil’s face. “Yes.”

Virgil looked like he was about to cry. Remus noticed that and was almost panicked.

"Vir-?"

Virgil quickly jumped to hug him, causing Remus to fall over onto the bed, bringing Virgil down with him.

Remus laughed and hugged him back when they plopped on the bed. Virgil laughed with him too. 

Remus looked at Virgil. 

He was smiling at him. 

“So… Now what?” Virgil asked, looking at Remus. 

Remus thought about it. 

What were they going to do?

“Hmm… Want to elope?” Remus asked, after a moment. 

Virgil stared at him and nodded. "I thought that you never asked." Virgil said, smiling. 

They got out of the castle and eloped.

They got back into the castle after being eloped, thankfully no one from the castle saw them leaving and coming back.

When they got back, Remus felt like it was right to marry Virgil.

His Prince.

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Author's note: I hope that you all enjoy this.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #Sanders Sides fic #darklingduke #tran!Virgil #fairytale au #My Princess Prince

[rovingpixels]

"Where is everyone?" Chelsea changed into her dress and has come to find the kids for last minute instructions before she and Noah leave for the evening. She sees Jackie on the veranda but otherwise, the place seems deserted.

"Napping," her daughter informs her.

Noah comes out from the living room. "Ready?"

"Just a minute." She turns to Jackie. "There are leftovers in the refrigerator if you don't want to cook. Please tell everyone to stay around the villa tonight since we'll be off the island."

Jackie nods. Chelsea heads down the steps but Noah hangs back for a moment.

"There's simoleons on the kitchen table if you want to order pizza," he says under his breath, giving Jackie a wink.

While the water taxis do a regular circuit around the islands, Noah has hired one again specifically so they make their reservation time. It is a short walk from the pier to the restaurant.

"Wow, this is some place! I hope I'm dressed alright."

"It's more casual than it seems, but you'd be fine anywhere – you look great. I just hope we're here in time."

"Surely there's a little leeway in seating for reservations? Island time and all that."

"Of course, but we don't want to miss...."

The host leads them through the restaurant to the deck then along a walkway to a platform further out on the water. Noah pulls her chair out for her.

"I didn't want you to miss the sunset."

"Oh, Noah, it's breathtaking." She gazes at the sky and its ombre of pinks, oranges, and purples, shot through with golden rays from the setting sun. "You keep spoiling me. What am I going to do with you?"

He gives her a devilish grin. "I have a few suggestions but let's have dinner first. We'll need our strength."

She returns his smile. "You better carbo load then, lover, so you can keep up."

After the waiter comes for their order, they talk about the day.

"I'm excited about tomorrow! I get to meet my niece!"

"I'm excited for you! And I think the kids will appreciate another day on their own though we should try to get back by mid-afternoon. The town music festival is tomorrow – Trix is really into it."

“Of course."

He tells her about his encounter with Veronica that morning. "Honestly, it was a little unnerving."

"Teens are the most interesting sims to deal with," she says with a wry smile. "You can live with a kid for ages and then you look at them and think, who are you?"

"I just want to get along with her. I think most of your kids like me pretty well."

"And why wouldn't they? Just give her some space – they usually come around. I thought she kind of adored you when she was little, but you know, dealing with her father has jaded her a bit."

There's a long silence and then Noah lets out a deep sigh. "I probably shouldn't say this, but you shouldn't have encouraged that."

"I didn't encourage it but she wanted to know him and if Trevor made himself available.... You know how I feel about my detachment from my own father."

"Not every man deserves that title."

She puts her hand over his.

"I know."

"You should have known better when he was stupid enough to leave you."

It's her turn to sigh into the long silence. "You left."

"So I know how stupid and wrong that is. But I would never have left you for such a flimsy excuse as another woman."

She laughs. "Apparently I was the other woman so...." She nudges him, trying to lighten the mood. "Don't let's be morose on this beautiful evening. Forget about him."

Noah nods.

"Veronica will come around but you know the important part – I love you."

"Thank you."

She grins at him but he seems very serious.

"No, really. I don't make friends easily, not real friends, beyond acquaintances. You have always been there for me. Thank you."

"Oh, my stars, Noah, you have done so much for me. I don't know where I would be if...."

"It's good we have each other."

"It is."

"Uhm, don't be mad...."

"What?"

"I left pizza money for the kids tonight."

"Hmmm. I could make you walk the plank, but I think I'll forgive you this once."

"Phew, that's a relief. Are you ready? I thought we'd take the long way back to the dock."

Instead of going back the way they came, they go the opposite direction.

"We're not going to get lost, are we?"

Noah shakes his head. "We're out on a spit of land. The shore curves around."

They walk through the jungle then come out on an empty beach. A palm lists to one side out on a sidebar and a buoy bobs further along but otherwise, it's just sand, sea, and sky.

"It's like we're at the edge of the world."

Noah wraps an arm around her shoulder. "Shall we walk?"

She pulls him to a halt. "No...let's dance!"

His raises an eyebrow, confused. She slips out of his embrace, takes his hands, and begins to hum. She sways, pulling him into the moves, and he catches on. Crashing waves provide percussion. He twirls her and pulls her into a close dance. They turn slowly on the sand, a clock winding down to a halt. He kisses her. She sinks to the sand, pulling him along. She might have had other things in mind, but he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to him tight, like he's clinging to a life raft.

"If we were at the end of the world, I wouldn't want to be with anyone but you."

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poses: Romancing from @pandorassims4cc at dinner and @simmerberlin on the beach.

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