#it's an au. ronnie baby is alive and well...

[aki-draws-things]

Well, does someone want angst?

I swear, it's only an au because I wanted to hurt ronnie...

And because I've fell in love with Chris I can't stop writing him!

@oh-surprise-its-me

"I've been called back to top gun."

That's the first and only thing Jake told his dad. Chris knows better than ask for more knows Jake can't tell him anything else. Besides, if he's been called back, it must be big. His boy is old enough. His boy is strong enough. Chris still is his father, he worries.

"I know you can't tell me more," he told him instead. He pulled Jake closer before he walked toward the plane that would take him to Miramar. He hugged him tight. "Promise you'll be as safe as you can, chickie, okay?"

Jake can only nod tearfully. Chris almost never called him that, it's usually Jake. Jakey. Baby. Never chickie, unless--

"I promise papa. I love you."

"So do I."

Chris slipped not so discreetly something in his pocket. When Jake was sitting on the plane, javy at his side, he pinned the medal to his jacket.

"Any idea why we've been called there?"

Jake shook his head.

"As much as you do, Jav. Uncle is so busy that he even missed dad's birthday."

"You're kidding, I hope. He never--"

"I'm not expecting a text for mine either. Look, Jav, honestly... ever since Papa's--"

"So he just cuts you two off? Seriously?"

Jake doesn't tell him that last time he saw his uncle Ice, at least six months before, he could read him so well, and what he saw was raw pain. Something not even maverick could fix, something Jake only ever saw on his dad.

"The commander is busy..."

Jake said instead, and Javy scoffed. He looked at him, at the medal pinned to his jacket. He gently knocked twice on the medal.

"Admiral kerner, Sir, just in case you can hear me, there's an ass to kick, if you wouldn't mind."

Jake choked a laughter. He knew javy was trying to make him laugh. He also knew he would ask his father that, too. Except if his father was there, javy wouldn't need to ask him.

Seeing Maverick was weird, too. It wasn't like he stopped visiting, he still did it, and he still worked on cars with dad. But he was captain Mitchell there. And he was lieutenant Seresin.

Fuck. He wanted to change his name, he.thpught of that ever since papa and dad got married.

"I wanna take both. Can I?"

He never did, in the end. His name was still Jacob Seresin, and nothing else.

Captain Mitchell gave him a little smile, and Jake smiled back. And that was it. Jake stopped just a moment longer, staring at the pictures in the hall. Just one, long enough to feel himself tear up, and Javy wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"He's proud of you. I know he is. And--"

He hesitated, waited for a group to pass behind them, shielding Jake from their prying eyes.

"He'll watch over you, like always."

Jake knew his best friend meant well, it didn't help him, though, not as he wanted to.

"Don't want him to watch over me, Jav." He sniffled quietly. "I wanted him there with me and dad."

Javy simply held him tight, so tight that Jake wished to disappear into his arms.

God, he missed him so, so much.

Jake almost got mav. God, he got so close to lock on him that it's almost scary. Mav knows he can't pick Jake. He can't play favoritism. Hell, if it was for him, he would pick none of those kids. He would fly out himself, on his own.

Jake almost got him, he's the one who got the closest, no wonder, he has one confirmed kill, too. The kid is good, and he's always been good.

Jake almost got a lock on Maverick, and all he could think as he initiated evasive maneuvers and got a lock on him was how crazy familiar that was.

Jake almost got Mav, the first time round, and it was so fucking painful. Two and half years had passed and Mav thought it was alright, he thought he was alright. He knew Chris would never be, nor would Jake. And God forbid Tom. But he thought he-- God, how wrong he was.

Mav swallowed as he passed the boys doing push up after losing. He didn't look down at them, his back straight, his eyes set ahead.

"He flies like him."

He doesn't say hi when Tom's face appears in the phone screen. Mav's crying, he can't stop, he can't fucking stop. Ice frowned, he tilted his head to the side.

"Bradley?"

They haven't talked to Bradley in years, he saw the photos, he looks exactly like Goose. Down to the last bit. It's like seeing Goose over and over again, there was no other way Mav could react, after all.

Mav shook his head, a louder sob escaping his lips, he wiped his face.

"Jake."

The sound is almost strained. Choked.

A plead.

"Tom, he flies just like Ron. I can't-- I can't even look him in the eyes without seeing him."

Jake had always looked like Ron. Not physically perhaps, but in the way he talked, and moved, amd, yeah... apparently flying, too.

"Mav--"

"Never thought I'd say it, you know? But I miss him. He should've--"

He shook his head.

"Forget I said it, baby."

He muttered when he saw Tom's eyes get glassy.

"I know, Pete. I miss him too."

For once, he spared him of the blame and guilt he felt every time.

Tom still felt guilty, he will always feel guilty. He sent Ron there, he sent him in the mission that ultimately-- he sent him to his death. It was a suicide mission, one with no ways to come out victorious. Or, well, they were victorious, there was no way to win AND come back too. Ron knew, Ron accepted.

Ron kissed his husband, and their son. He kissed Mav on the top of his head. He kissed Tom a moment longer.

Ron knew the risks. Ron knew there was no other way. He could've refused. He didn't.

Tom had to hand out the folded flag without a single tear on his face. Tom had to say a speech he wrote down, a paper where the ink was smudged by thousand tears and the page was crumpled. Tom-- the commander of the pacific fleet had to take off his wings and punch them.

Chris dared to forgive him.

"I miss his every fucking--" he broke.

Tom almost called Mav off when he decided to fly as team leader. He flew to Miramar, burst into the room like a fury, screaming at Maverick before even setting his eyes on him.

"It's suicide. You know it is."

"That's why I can't have the kids do that, don't you think?"

The commander almost called off the mission. Oh, if only he could.

"Tom--"

"I can't lose you. I can't-- I've lost enough already, don't make me lose you too."

"I do the impossible, Mr Iceman. You're not gonna lose me."

Tom prayed. For the second time in his life. He begged them to bring his husband home.

Mav was down.

Tom felt the world spin and shrink around him. Not his husband.

Rooster was down.

Tom felt like he was going to die. Not him too, oh God, not him.

They were back. They were airborne again. A miracle, Cyclone muttered.

Tom knew that miracle really well, and it had golden wings, large enough to shield them.

He promised. He promised, amd they were his pilots. Heavens, he could swear he almost saw a golden shine.

Jake flew like him. Tom realized the.moment he took off and killed the enemy aircraft, emerging from the smoke. It was I'm the mathematical precision he took the shot. It was in the way he inclined his jet to return on the carrier.

But it wasn't everything.

Jake looked like him.

He took his helmet off and hopped down of the jet with a little jump, he rushed to Mav and Bradley. He didn't stophe picked Bradley up, the man gave a strangled squeak as Jake's arms wrapped around him, he held onto him when he spun him around twice, setting him back on the ground, kissing him like that was the last day on Earth. Or perhaps the first.

Tom could see Ron run up to Chris. He was his son down to the last bit.

Mav wrapped himself on him as Tom took out his phone, he closed his eyes, his nose against Tom's neck, he vagiely heard the soft sound of a call in waiting.

"Tommy?"

Mav looked up.

Jake looked back, his face finally detaching itself from Bradley's.

"Hey, Chris, darling... I'm taking our boys home."

Mav saw Chris break in a tearful smile.

"I never doubted you Tommy. Not one time."

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

Thinking about the Foxy Dies In The Ritual AU is soo fun. Especially bc unlike Ronnie who's pretty well-liked, Foxy is only popular in the sense that she's well known for terrorizing people with Whitney and being on the arm of older women constantly, but even then there are people who WOULD care...

Like Robin, who is probably the only orphan who didn't pull away from her and her horrid behavior because she thought she was always so lonely. Her noticing she hadn't seen her in a while, and already thinking the worst, holding onto some hope that maybe she was alive, even if badly hurt, and bothering to make a missing poster and put it up somewhere near school, where she didn't think Bailey would bother to take down just in case she had something to do with it. She loses her hope a little every time an orphan she knew for years ends up missing.

Or Whitney, who doesn't see her coming into school for days, who waits anxiously at the pub hoping it's just another episode of whatever the hell was wrong with her, who would probably frantically search every seedy area in town that she could think of and come up empty-handed. Who'd see the missing poster when coming back to school, defeated, and rip it off the wall while breaking down. Who'd get money in whatever way she could to make more copies and spread it around.

And Winter, who sees one of the posters and her heart drops a little when she wonders if that would have happened if she hadn't pushed the girl away so harshly. And Doren who wonders what signs she missed, if she could have done something, if she just didn't try hard enough. Them asking River, who can't bring herself to say that she saw it coming from a mile away with how hard it was to get her to behave at the Temple and the qustionable company she hung out with, and just says she doesn't know anything. She also wonders if she could have avoided that if she hadn't judged so harshly, and avoids giving Whitney detention when she finds her slumped in the hallway when she should have been in class.

And especially Avery, who's losing it a little bit. She ups her doses of downers trying to numb the guilt that she never thought she'd feel, dives into work to avoid having to go to any parties in that state, picking up another sugar baby is not even on the table for a good while as she starts to feel sick when she tries to be nice to a cute girl who forgot her umbrella and she looks into her eyes and sees that familiar thankful, if a bit infatuated look and she remembers how Foxy used to look at her. How she had looked at her in the middle of the ritual circle, heartbroken, betrayed, having given up on fighting back, and she can't bring herself to do anything except bid the girl goodbye. How she stumbles between the alleys after drinking a little too much and sees Bailey examining one of the missing posters spread around town. They look at each other and she passes by silently, as if they were strangers.

[kitkatt0430]

Iris the Vampire Slayer AU

Iris is approached by Harrison Wells, representative of the Watcher's Council about her being the new Slayer. And of course Iris calls BS at first, but then she instinctively slays a Vampire who was trying to chomp on Barry's neck and... well, maybe it's not that out there after all.

Barry and Iris hide it from Joe, of course. And Nora and Henry, who are alive and well here. Somehow Cisco and Caitlin wind up involved - Ronnie as a werewolf??? Maybe? - and Iris ends up taking on a vampire who'd been styling himself as her big rival. All seems to be going well for the little vampire slaying squad and their lead Slayer.

Except, of course, Harrison Wells isn't quite who he seems to be...

It'd be a fun story to write, but I'd definitely need to continue (or at this point probably just start over) my Buffy/Angel rewatch to really get in the right headspace for it.

Joe finding out his baby girl is the Vampire Slayer would certainly be... explosive. And he'd be so pissed off at everyone who helped her hide it. (How long would Joe be able to hold up against Barry's sad face? Mitigated by not living under the same roof here, but I still feel like Joe would be susceptible to it. Iris' childhood bestie, probably spent a lot of time around Joe anyway... no way Barry didn't perfect his sad eyes effect against Joe's will power.)

[literallylemonade]

imfodump ab the axolotls of my ask blog/rp aus.

okay, so we've got four main GF aus on my end. you guys have access to two: Feather's universe (no name currently disclosed unless i slipped + forgot), and Cayenne + Ronnie's SPIC-3. however, there are a secret two that are used to only be shown in a Discord server. i'll probably make a lore archive sideblog for all of theme eventually (done), even if i don't make them rped ask blogs (will do). however, we currently have five in total:

the overseer (😈)

SPIC-3's, arguably the most well documented one so far (and also the one with the least amount of agency, cough cough)

VXOI-QE, Wilma's (aka, a Bill variant's who WAS in theraprism)

Calista's (an ex Theraprism therapist), undisclosed universe

and Feather's- which, to my knowledge, she's done a damn good job of not doxxing herself so i will not use a universe code

so in order, they are referred to as The Axolotl, Ax♡ (pronounced 'axo', but yes, spelled with a heart), Lottie, Axy, and Lot. BIG differentiations here fr /sar

basically, they all came from The Overseer (oh wowww!). she actually cut off each of her limbs to asexually reproduce them via letting them grow from said limbs, and basically loaned them a hefty chunk of her power and universal control so they'd be godlike like her. why would she do this, you may ask? because she was bored and wanted a family to spice things up with. she mostly did this shit for the plot guys, i don't know what else to say.

also it's hard to appreciate each little universe when you have SO MANY in your direct care. she had to delegate, and who else to do it but her own flesh and blood? family business type deal.

Ax♡ was Cayenne's Axolotl, and branched off if the overseer's left leg. Ax♡ was the least mature but the most magically gifted, and quite frankly was given universal control WAY earlier than they should have been. the overseer thought that they would mature some with time, but really? they saw it as a free for all.

they were closest to the other leg lotl, that being Lot. they both seem from the legs because they aren't as 'hands on' with how they handled their Bills (so smart ik). that will be addressed.

so Ax♡ thrived in the chaos and actually enabled their own designated Bill, Cayenne. to make a long story short, this led to their ass being sniped by Cayenne. their body is dead, their magic is stolen, but their conscious is alive in a little Axolotl plushie that Cayenne made. it's almost like making living furniture/jewelry is a pattern for them or something.

Ax♡'s arguable death caused a shift in the family dynamic. they were kind of the baby, and now some fuck ass triangle stole their magic (a new and spicy behavior), the overseer decided to let that situation pan out without further intervention from the family. Axy specifically is pissed at this fact, but they can't exactly disobey her.

Lot is Feather's axolotl. let me be clear

HEHE okay but fr. let me be clear, Lot is far from perfect as is, and on top of that they're probably the least experimental and are generally considered the underwhelming one of the four. she's socially withdrawn now that her favorite sibling is pretty much gone, and has the most 'typical' universal functioning. their Bill is mostly similar to SPIC-3'S of this entire group, but Feather sniped their triangular ass so it's actually kind of peaceful atp.

the hands are where it gets zestier.

starting with Lottie's BITCHASS. Lottie, as Wilma's axolotl, has a level of intrigue to her dynamic still. which is to say that i'm about to be stingy with the details. however, they explicitly tried to befriend Wilma and take her in as a second in command of sorts. however, this is not to say that she is kind. Lottie is actually known for taking care of threats in a more brutal fashion than their leggy siblings... alongside the other hand, of course.

the reason Wilma didn't want to go to LOTTIE'S theraprism is because it's intentionally a cruel establishment. the inhabitants are the 'worst of the worst', and are broken down and re socialized with brutality. if you refuse to change, to conform to what's demanded, you die. if you conform, you will do so in a manner of which may turn you into someone you hate.

that's not very enticing.

speaking of theraprism, though...

wanna know why Calista, a character you probably don't know (and if do, only know through a theraprism Discord rp) doesn't seem to mind working with Bill Cipher variants?

wanna know why she's thugging through being possessed by a variant of said character, no perceivable hangups or pre-established baggage?

well, dear reader, that is because Axy works on demon mode.

there is no Bill Cipher in Calista's reality because Axy took every single Bill Cipher variants in its domain (most of which resembled Wilma), smooshed them together into a hivemind, fractured said hivemind, then did something with it that will be SO stunning and SO surprising and SO-

it sent them into various human brains as a punishment for what the Bills included did in their collective pasts, presents, and futures. yeah. guess who eventually got passed the baton? Stan and Ford. gotta love this totally reasonable punishment for a bunch of people who totally deserved to be roped into it, yeah, mhm.

(i love these salamanders)

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Will you ever write more Robron fics? Your an outstanding writer

Well that's a very nice thing to say anon. Thanks.

As for more writing....uhhh.....I haven't written anything in sooo long. The drawing obsession took over and I haven't been able to focus long enough to write in forever. I tried to pick up my Sarah is still alive and Robert's wedding planner fic a few times and I wrote like two sentences and gave up again. Haha. I have so many outdated things that I started that I really liked but just...couldn't manage to finish.

Now you've got me looking up all of my old fics that I've started. Haha. That I'll never finish.

- There was of course the Sarah one. - An Aaron has the affair au (very brief start to that one) - The one I posted one chapter of where Jack lived and Robert came back to help look after him and the farm after he'd had a heart attack but he was still with Chrissie and then met Aaron (I had that one all planned out too haha) - The one where Aaron does leave with Robert after he invites him to go to Manchester and wherever and has to get Robert to sort himself out - Two Aaron is still with Jackson when Robert shows up and then has an affair with him. One that I entirely forgot I wrote a few paragraphs of apparently. Haha - One where they met in Paris while Robert was on a business trip and each part where Robert ends up in Paris with Aaron, it results in an action with Chrissie back home until they both end up in Emmerdale. I wrote like two of five parts of that. I remember really liking that one. Haha - There was definitely supposed to be a part two to the Coffee Mates fic...oops - One where Jack faked his death and then came back. I can't remember all the details but it was something to do with an investment that Chris Tate got him to make and then he faked his death to get the life insurance to cover some of it and then was on the run from loan sharks but came back in part looking for Joe Tate who was around when I wrote this. And Gerry was still there and Doug was with Diane and Joe had taken over the haulage but was actually giving Robert grief for more than one episode. And Jack came back to find Robert married to Aaron and raising Seb and that kind of freaked him out. He was also pissed that Andy was on the run. And that was kind of as far as that got... -There was the one where Robert had accidentally wished himself into his future wedding with Aaron on the night before his and Chrissie's wedding when he'd been waiting in the barn all night - One where Robert and Rebecca did have that first child she supposedly got pregnant with. He left Chrissie. The baby was named Annie. And Lawrence had his heart attack so Robert, Rebecca and Annie came to Home Farm to find Lawrence with Ronnie. Robert and Rebecca were technically engaged but Robert was putting off the wedding as long as possible. So Lawrence had come out before Robert had and there were definitely going to be some parallels there. Chrissie also definitely had thing with Ross. And obviously Aaron adored Annie instantly and Robert fell in love with him immediately. But I only got about 17 pages in. So uhhh....I've written a bunch of things you've probably never gotten to read but none of it is finished cause I'm the absolute worst. So will I ever write for them again? Never say never but also...don't get your hopes up cause again...I'm the worst.

(willing to post any partial things if anyone wants to read my unfinished nonsense haha)

[littlelittlebear]

Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!! 

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.                                

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall- 

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am- 

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My- 

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries. 

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out- 

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all. 

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

[go-events]

GO Rom Com Spotlight: @ziggyz-eyepatch​

The lovely @ziggyz-eyepatch​  has claimed Moonstruck to adapt for Good Omens in the Good Omens Rom Com Event.

For reference, here’s some information about the source material!

Synopsis of Moonstruck: Just as Italian-American widow Loretta (Cher) accepts a marriage proposal from her doltish boyfriend, Johnny (Danny Aiello), she finds herself falling for his younger brother, Ronny (Nicolas Cage). She tries to resist, but Ronny lost his hand in an accident he blames on his brother, and has no scruples about aggressively pursuing her while Johnny is out of the country. As Loretta falls deeper in love, she comes to learn that she’s not the only one in her family with a secret romance.

We spent some time chatting about how the adaptation is coming so far, as well as future plans for it! Now, get to know @ziggyz-eyepatch​ (also ziggyz eyepatch on Discord and ZiggyzEyepatch on Ao3) a little better!

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goromcom: You chose to adapt Moonstruck as your rom com. Has this movie been a favorite of yours, or is there some other reason you chose it?

ziggyz-eyepatch: Oh, by far my favorite. I first watched this movie with my mom when it came out and I revisit it every now and then. There’s nothing like it. It’s a classic.

goromcom: What’s your favorite moment of your chosen rom com, and are you looking forward to presenting it in your adaptation? Any loose plans for that scene that you can share?

ziggyz-eyepatch: That’s a tough one, as there’s so much amazingness! The morning after the passionate encounter has been a lot of fun adapting. Moonstruck is a story about a person wanting to play it safe, then very suddenly and unexpectedly coming alive and finding passion and love for life. That is terrifying for a person like Aziraphale. I’d like his reaction to echo the one portrayed in the movie as he faces a relentless lovestruck Crowley: Panic, frustration, and ridiculous love.

goromcom: Aww, that poor baby. I hope you will be gentle with him in the end. Do you plan to stick very closely to the story beats of the original movie, or make bigger changes?

ziggyz-eyepatch: As of now, I’m sticking fairly close to the beats of the original movie. The protagonist has the same goals (safe life and familiar relationship) and same oppositions (antagonist/love interest who blocks those goals). Also, family is such an important element in the original movie. I think having a support system will be important to display, so in that way, I’d be keeping it pretty close.  

goromcom: What’s an interesting decision you’ve made in your planning so far–a notable casting decision, a changing of venue, or some other plan you have to paint Good Omens all over your rom com? (Or is it all still top secret?)

ziggyz-eyepatch: It’s a human AU, using the amazing characters from Good Omens, and just making them painfully human. There’s a bit of gender swapping in some of the roles that I felt just made sense. The character in the movie is a bit different from Aziraphale, so some changes to the way he relates to other characters just seems to flow better (at least for my ability to write it.)

goromcom: I am blatantly stealing this last question from The Good Place: The Podcast, but here goes: Tell me something “good”. It can be something big or small. It can be a charity you think is doing important work, or you can talk about how great your pet is.

ziggyz-eyepatch: The Young Center is a human rights organization that advocates for the rights and best interests of immigrant children. With @mia-ugly​‘s permission, a printed version of Slow Show (featuring cover art by @thechekhov​) is in the works that will ideally be completed and available for purchase by February. All the proceeds will go directly to the Young Center.

goromcom: That sounds like a great cause, and a fun project! 

Keep an eye open for the upcoming human AU GO adaptation of Moonstruck!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Return to me; John Deacon x Veronica Deacon

*Author’s note*

Now I know this doesn’t fit with today’s theme but I couldn’t wait 2 more days to finally release this beauty to the public, I literally CRIED writing this and I hope that you @eileen-crys​ think this is worthy of being in your special little give-a-way. After watching League of their own, the Pacific and reading another ww2 au John deacon fic this little baby was born. So I hope to all those who usually love my reader inserts will give this fic a chance :)

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@waddles03​

@ixchel-9275​

@georgesgentlyweepingguitar​

@eileen-crys​

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*1943*

I don’t know how long it was going to continue.  Every day I look forward to the letters I would receive overseas from the warfront.  And it’s not like you can escape from it, all over the radio you can just hear it on the radio.  Like now the radio was talking about the bombings continue to target at the heart of London.  Thankfully John has taught me how to listen for the alarms and quickly get into the bomb shelter he had built for us.

I also wait anxiously for the mail to arrive because that means I know that my darling John is still alive and anxiously waiting to come home.

‘And the Germans continue to advance on the front lines, more fatalities continue to skyrocket on the Allied sides…..’ the radio suddenly turned off and that’s when I saw my mum holding my 3 year old son Robert.

“Do you think hearing all that is a good idea?”

“It’s not like I can escape it mum. Every day that’s all you hear is about the war.”

“I know love, I just—I just worry about you. Both of you.”

“I know you mean well mother, but I’m doing fine. Robert is still healthy and…..”

“And you’re barely sleeping because you’re up all night worrying about John. Believe me love I know how hard it was, I dealt with the same thing with your father in the first war. I don’t want to see you go down a dark road like I once did.”

“I’ll be fine mother, now it’s time for me to feed Robert his dinner and I think dad will need you home for supper.”

“If that is what you wish.” She said as she handed me my son back before walking out without saying another word.  As I looked down at my son who had every ounce of his father in his face and hair, I held him close and kissed the top of his head as he cooed at me.

I was sitting in the living room watching Robert eat his sandwich when I heard a knock at the door.  All of a sudden I felt my heart drop, was it them? Oh please god above please pray let it not be them. The officers who always deliver the death sentences to families, just last week my dearest friend Susan had received word that her twin brother had been killed in action.

I stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards the door.  I unlocked it before opening it to reveal our mailman Jacob.

“Oh Jacob, it’s only you.”

“Relieved Mrs. Deacon?”

“You have no idea. Anything important today?”

“Just some letters from your school, some family members and—something from a certain Marine officer of yours.” I quickly took the mail from Jacob and looked through it till I found the letter I’ve been anxiously waiting for.

“Thank you Jacob.” I thanked him before closing the door.  At that point I could hear Robert really starting to get fussy. I quickly raced back towards him and handed him his bottle while I quickly ripped up the note from my beloved John.  

“Is it daddy?”

“I think so Robert dear, come sit by me and we can read it together.” He abandoned the remaining half of his sandwich and sat down close to me.  Once I unfolded the letter I could see the stained dirt from it and the smudged ink from his messy handwriting, but to me it was clear as day.

My dearest, Veronica,

Words cannot describe how much I miss you and our son.  He surely has gotten bigger since the last photograph you’ve sent me of him the day he was born.  Every day it gets harder and harder to go on, ambushes and several other attacks go by non-stop.

I’ll spare you the gruesome details because you don’t deserve to know the horror’s I’ve been through.  I only hope and pray to God that this war ends soon so that I can come home and help you raise our son.  Is he healthy? Happy? Does he even know who I am? I hope you’re not telling him the embarrassing stories of when we first got together, wouldn’t want his father to be painted as a timid mouse now right?

I couldn’t help but smile at that comment.

I miss you both with all my heart, and I long for the day for us to finally be reunited once more.  Take care and always know how much I love you both.

With all my love,

Corp. John Deacon

“Is daddy gonna come home soon?” Robert asked me.  I looked down at him and tried to figure out how to answer him.

“Oh sweetie, he’s trying his best. He and a few of his friends are off fighting against some really bad people.”

“But I thought you always said violence was never the answer?”

“It shouldn’t but—sometimes people just do things their own way. But it takes brave men like your father to stand up for what’s right to try and make those bad guys see that what they believe isn’t right.”

“I wish I got to meet him.” I stroked through his auburn hair and said.

“I know honey, I do too. But just know your daddy loves you soo much and that he’s gonna try to find a way to come back home to us.”

“Okay. Can I see the picture of him again?” I smiled lovingly at him and said.

“Of course, I’ll show you all the pictures you want.” I went up to the bookshelf and grabbed the family photo album and I showed Robert all the pictures John and I took from every date, every picnic, and even the wedding pictures.  Going through each picture made my heart ache and sink down to my stomach, as well as form a lump in my throat.  But seeing Robert be fully invested in seeing his father, even through photograph, filled me with some warmth.

Later that evening, I tucked Robert into bed and I kissed him goodnight before finally going downstairs to write my letter to John to be delivered in the morning. I poured my heart and soul into the letter, even allowed a few tears to fall onto the paper.  I squirted a bit of my perfume onto the paper so that John could remember something from home, even being a thousand miles away.

After completing the letter, I placed it into the envelope, sealed it and stamped it before writing the address to where my beloved was stationed.  I kept it on the desk so that I could grab it first thing in the morning.  I turned the desk light off before heading back upstairs and once again slept in the empty bed.  I hugged John’s pillow and held it close to me.

Even though his scent was long gone, I still could remember it by heart.  I allowed a few tears to slip down my face as I whispered John’s name over and over before I finally fell asleep.

*John’s POV*

This place was a literal hell.  Intense humidity, bug literally biting you day and night, and nothing but the stench of gunpowder and death staining the air.  I was cleaning out my rifle when the messenger came by.

“Alright ladies, letters from home! Come and get your mail here!” he passed by each Marine one by one before finally getting to me. “Here you are Corporal.”

“Thank you.” I took the letters from him and I skimmed through them till I found the familiar elegant writing that was my Veronica.  I opened the envelope and the first thing I was hit with was the scent of her perfume.  Oh my Ronnie, always knowing just how to bring me back to sanity.

My beloved John,

It seems like an eternity and the days get much harder the longer you’re away.  Your letters are the only thing that give me hope that you’re still alive, but the fear of one day hearing your death breaks my heart.

Oh Ronnie.

I was told just last week that Susan lost her twin brother out in Germany, with more news coming to people that I know losing their family member or husband, I fear one day it’ll happen to me.  I must sound dramatic or hysterical but…..

I noticed a drop of water on the letter.

“Oh Veronica, my sweet, dear Veronica.”

“A letter from the missus?” I looked up to see my three good friends from my unity, Private 1st class Freddie Mercury, Corporal Roger Taylor and Lance Corporal Brian May.

“You gonna swipe the letter away this time Taylor?”

“Nope, not this time.” Roger spoke as he sat himself down beside me.

“How’s she been?” asked Brian.

“Seems much harder than last time. Been getting news all around her from people she knows about their losses. Just last week her old sorority sister Susan lost her twin brother to the Germans.”

“Fucking Nazis.” Hissed Freddie.

“I think I’d take a Nazi over a Jap any day, these guys keep coming up like roaches.” Roger said as he lit up his smoke.  I went back down to read her letter.

I just miss you so much my beloved.  And don’t you dare say you miss me more because that’s highly impossible, at least you know my life is the same routine.

I couldn’t help but grin.

Robert talks about you a lot, he’s really asking all the questions now a days. Like today, he wanted to see pictures of you and began asking questions of how we met, how I knew you were the one for me, and about the day you asked me to marry you. He’s like you in so many ways John, not just through your looks but your personality too.  Heck he even has the same interest in cars as you do.

Please come back to us my love, I long for the day for you to finally meet your son. And I wish to hold you once more before it’s nothing but a faint memory.

All my love my beloved and strong Marine,

Veronica Deacon

God it warmed my heart to see her sign off with my last name.  Sometimes she still uses her maiden name for some things, but each letter she writes, she always uses my name.

“What’s got you all smiling? She promise to give you an epic shag when you return?”

“Shut up Roger!” Brian spoke for me.

“Children please, we can all murder each other but then who’d be left to fight this war?”

“They’ve got plenty of soldiers to spare. To them, we’re disposable.” Roger sneered.

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” Roger shrugged.

“For once I kinda agree with Roger.” I spoke.  They turned towards me and I continued, “Thousands of us die each day, and tomorrow could be our last. Yet we keep pushing and pushing but the enemy keeps pushing back. An endless tug of war between one another till all on the opposing side is dead.”

“You sure you graduated with an electrical engineering degree Deacon?” mocked Taylor. I turned towards him and his grin disappeared before I sighed heavily.

“I already had to miss out on the birth of my son. I missed his first steps, his first words. The only time I get to see him is through a photograph. He’s gonna be four pretty soon in the next few months, and already he’s asking questions.”

“Be thankful that he is Deacy. Some of these motherfuckers don’t even know if they have kids yet, or their kids don’t know about them.” Freddie said.

“I just wish to be back home. Teaching my son how to play catch, how to ride a bike, even how to fix a car. But instead I’m stuck here fearing that today maybe my last day. And what if one day he starts asking Veronica why I left him?”

“That’ll never happen. Now you listen here Deacy dear. Veronica loves you too much to allow that to happen. You boy’s finally interested in you, you’ve got a clever girl for a wife who will gladly tell your son everything he needs to know. And if he does ask that, then she knows to tell him that his daddy is being a superhero right now fighting off the bad guys. And don’t you fucking dare say that today’s gonna be your last day! Cause if it’s yours, then it’s ours too.” Freddie said as he forced me to look at him.

“He’s right. We all made a pact once we started to get to know each other, that we’re all in this together. And you proved that John when you came in and stopped a Jap sniper from ending my life as I was leading a patrol team through the Jap barracks.” Brian said.

“Or when I threw the grenade into a hidden bunker as you ran to Brian’s aid.” Roger added as he exhaled his smoke like a chimney.

“And of course my darling you can’t forget when I saved all your arses back in Okinawa with the midnight ambush. Without my missiles none of you would be alive.” Freddie bragged.  The corner of my mouth slowly went up in a half-grin and I said.

“You’re right guys, sorry I went off on that rant there.”

“We get it John. Because we all have families back home, not just our parents but wives, girlfriends or fiancés back home who need us alive.” Brian said as he clamped his hand on my shoulder.

“ALRIGHT LADIES! We’re moving out 20 miles East! Pack your bags and move out!” the commanding officer proclaimed.

“Alright my dears, let’s get a move on.” Freddie said as he grabbed his pack and walked on ahead.  I placed the letter into my journal before stuffing it into my uniform inner-breast pocket.  I grabbed my bag and tried to think about what to write back to Veronica once we got to our next station.

*1st POV*

Five months later and the school year was just about to end.  All my friends and co-workers were gathered in the teacher’s lounge for one last big shebang before the summer holidays came into play.

“So what have you got planned today Stacy?” asked Emily, the Year 3 instructor asked.

“Well the last letter I received from Billy said that his enlistment is almost expired so once it does, he’ll be free to return home. The first thing I’m gonna do when that man pulls in from the train station is hug and kiss that man like there’s no tomorrow.” Replied Stacy, who taught the same year I did. In fact we were right across the room from each other so we talked pretty much every morning as the kids all came into the classroom.

“What about you Emily?” I asked.

“Well with the boys away at their grandfather’s out into the country, the nest is completely empty. So I might go over there and visit them for a while.”

“It’ll be nice to get out of the city from all the chaos that’s been happening.” Said Stacy.

“And what about you Veronica? Any big summer plans?”

“No idea. John was…..” I trailed off sadly as I looked down.  Stacy placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “He was always the better planner than I was. That man even planned out our entire wedding.”

“Man I wish my Henry was like your Johnny D.”

“I only just hope Robert gets the chance to have a father.” I said solemnly.

“Hey have any of you talked to Susan?” asked Emily.

“I’ve been trying to reach out to her but she’s ignored my calls. Thankfully her husband has been there to help her out.” I said.

“Yeah, thank god for Tony. God her and Peter were as thick as thieves, even when we were kids.” Emily said.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door.  The principal opened the door and that’s when a man dressed in military uniform came in and he said.

“Afternoon, I come with an urgent telegram for one of these ladies from the War department.” At that point all of us went quiet.

“Oh god not another one.” I muttered as I slowly sat down and held my hand to my mouth.

“Now I’m sure I had the name here somewhere—I personally wanted to deliver this in person, tell you that your husband’s dead.” The messenger continued to speak as he tried to find the name of one of us. “Damnit all, I guess I must’ve misplaced it, I’ll need to go back and track the name down again.”

“That won’t be necessary son, give it to me.” Mr. Lee, our principal spoke for all of us.

“I’m sorry sir but this is official business, I can’t just give someone out of this telegram the message.”

“Just give me the damn telegram son and be on your way!” Mr. Lee snapped.  When the officer refused to give it up, Mr. Lee took it by force before finally shoving the officer out of the lounge and slamming the door shut.  Stacy and I took hold of each other’s hands as Mr. Lee opened the letter and read through it.

He spoke not a word as he looked at us all sadly and walked by each of us one by one. At first he would stop in front of a teacher and we’d think it was for them before he moved on.  Soon he came up to Stacy and I.  His old eyes brimmed with tears as he finally said as he held out the telegram.

“I’m sorry Stacy.”

“NOO! BILLY!!” she screamed as she collapsed to her knees clutching the telegram. I knelt down beside her along with Emily, Mikaela and Donna as we all tried to comfort her.  She sobbed out Billy’s name.  I rubbed her shoulders and rested her head against my shoulder.

Mr. Lee, who was like a father to all of us, helped Stacy up onto her feet and embraced her tightly.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay Stacy.” He comforted her with soothing rubs onto her back and allowing her to sob into his shoulder.  It was then Mrs. Kowalski who ran the front desk in the office came up and the two of them guided Stacy out.  Her sobs of Billy’s name echoed throughout the halls.

Ohh poor Stacy, she’ll never be over this.  To think she almost had the chance of having her fiancée soon become her husband, and the two of them could finally be wedded in holy matrimony.  But now she has to plan on being a widow, like so many other women have to be now, and the sad thing is she barely got the chance to call Billy her husband,

I fear that after this she may never want to get married again cause she’ll relive this event over and over again.

After that whole situation, we were all allowed to be let out early, teachers and students included all got to go home and start the summer holiday early. While I was cleaning up the house before I would have to go pick Robert up from my mum’s place, I couldn’t help but think back to Stacy.  God just—why did something like that have to happen to her? She didn’t deserve this, we all didn’t deserve this. Why did one man have to go ruining it for all of us? So many deaths and for what?

Just what is this war really about? Please someone tell me that!

As I put the plates and glasses back into the cabinet, I wiped away a tear before closing the cabinet.  That’s when I saw it.  The reflection of someone standing behind me, but the face was no stranger.  I quickly turned around and I swear if I did have a plate or glass, I would’ve dropped it right there on the spot.

For right there standing before me with a bandaged leg and leaning against a crutch, in full Marine uniform was my husband, John Richard Deacon.

He smiled softly at me and I just took in his appearance.  His once long flowing hair was now cut so short that you could only see it from the sides and behind him.  He even appeared taller and much more fit than when I last saw him.  But the battered leg made my heart sink in fear.

Slowly I walked right up to him thinking this was just a dream.  When I finally stood before him, I slowly lifted my hand up towards his cheek but was too afraid to touch him, fearing that this was just my mind playing tricks on me.  That if I should touch him, he’d just fade away like the cherry blossom petals in the spring.

It was then John took my hand in his, his hands now calloused and rough but still had that gentleness to them, and he placed it onto his cheek.  He smiled at me and I immediately hugged him as I began sobbing hysterically.

“Shhhh, shh. I’m here Ronnie. I’ve come back, just like I promised.” I pulled away to finally give him all the kisses I had been longing for.  The deep, passionate, long-awaited type kisses. The kisses that almost make you want to devour the person not out of passionate hunger, but passionate longing.

“You’re back…..y—you really came back, Oh John you’re here, you’re really, truly back!” I sobbed through my kisses.  But through our reunion kiss, I heard him groan in pain. “Oh god John here, sit down.” I guided him towards the living room and set him down on the couch and tried to make him feel as comfy as possible. “What happened to you John?”

“Ambush. The Japs planted several trip-wires through the perimeters of their base, one of the boys in my platoon triggered it and I was lucky to escape with this. They tried to fix my leg but it was beyond what they could do, so they discharged me and got me better care for it than what I would’ve had out in the Pacific.”

“Oh John I—I can’t believe it. I’m so, so sorry this happened to you.”

“Better my leg than my life. I did promise the most beautiful girl in London that I’d come back to her.” He said as he stroked under my chin.  I laughed through my tears and leaned down to kiss him again. His hands went through my hair as our kiss deepened, before I went back to hugging him.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again John Richard Deacon.”

“I promise Veronica, I’m here to stay for good. I’ve never been more happy than being right here at home.” The tears continued to fall down my eyes as I buried my face into his neck. “Shhh, I’m here love. I’m gonna be okay. Cause now I’ve got the best nurse to look after me.” I laughed and separated from him.

“I would assume so, but I do expect payment from you soldier.”

“Oh yeah? And what payment would you like to receive?” I didn’t reply as I leaned down and softly captured his lips with mine.  I softly hummed as his hand softly and gingerly stroked through up my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I think we can arrange that.” He hummed out.

And that’s how it was.  I called my mother to bring Robert home herself because I had a special surprise for him that couldn’t be left alone at the moment.  So within 15 minutes, my mother arrived with Robert and I thanked her for watching him for the day and that I would be over there for supper in a few days.  After Robert said goodbye to ‘mums’ I brought him inside.

“Now Robert, love. There’s—someone very special in the living room that I would like you to meet.”

“Who is it mummy?” he asked.

“You’ll see love. Now he’ll look a little different and you’ll have to be very gentle with him because he got injured very, very badly. Are you ready to meet him?” he nodded and that’s when I picked him up and took him to the living room. When John finally laid eyes on Robert, it was like his whole world had changed.  His eyes that were tired and almost soulless now suddenly lit up.

I set Robert down and he shyly hid behind my dress when I said to him.

“It’s okay Robert, no need to be afraid. Robert love, this is your father John Richard Deacon. John, this is your son Robert.” Robert peeked out from behind my dress while John slowly rose up against the couch and tried to sit up. Robert slowly came out from behind me and he walked up to John and just looked at him.

“You’re hair’s not long.” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth which made both John and I laugh softly.

“Afraid so bud, they force you to cut your hair so that way you don’t get caught on things. Hope you don’t mind it though.” Robert walked closer to him before raising his arms up wanting to be picked up, which John happily obliged and placed our son on top of his uninjured leg.  Robert touched his father’s cheek before saying.

“I like it short.” John smiled happily and said.

“Then I’ll keep it short for you pal.” Robert smiled before finally embracing his dad for the first time ever.  John was stunned at feeling this tiny person hug him but almost immediately he wrapped his arms around his son and held him close as well as burying his nose into his son’s hair, breathing in his scent.

I couldn’t help but tear up at this beautiful sight.  My two boys meeting each other at last.

“Shall we let mummy in the group hug?” I heard John say to Robert softly.

“Mm-hmm! Yeah mummy join us!” Robert exclaimed with an enthusiastic nod.  I smiled and said.

“Well if that’s what my boys want.” I then sat by the couch next to John and the two of us cuddled close to each other but I was cautious of his injuries.  Soon it was a cuddle party between the three of us as we held Robert in between us, and I buried myself into John’s body trying to reclaim the warmth and love that I had lost while he was away.

[iamkatehardy]

I was reading all of the asks and now I'm curious What about james x reader x ronnie? You can decide if they are modern or not😘 I really wanna read what those two would be like with sharing😂🥰 also love your work!💖💖💖

Mysterious boys who hear things in their heads 🤔

Well, either modern! James (which would be really freaking hot , by the way!) or a Ronnie in Taboo AU (fucking the Company for sure 😂) would be interesting!

I suppose:

- Modern Times: James could be some kind of hitman (I’ve mentioned this before when someone asked me what modern James would be 😂) that the Krays were affiliated with and did some dirty jobs for them, because he is untraceable and unbeatable, like the Devil he is.

- Taboo Time: James could turn to Ron for help, because he’d be just as troublesome/ballsy as himself and ready to cause some chaos.

I think that being two strong personalities they’d collide a lot, but also get along in some aspects 🤔 Until a girl comes in play, that is 😂

I think that they wouldn’t want to share at first... Assuming that everyone is still alive after the first month, even when they accept sharing, I think James wouldn’t like to see any displays of affecting between you and Ron... When it happens, he’d definitely boil! Positive side, he’ll unload that on you, later 🤭

It would be pretty intense when it comes to intimacy , I can tell 🤭🤭

And thank you, baby love ❤️❤️❤️

[aresaphrodites]

this crown of thorns.

Summary: 

She never knew Jughead Jones. She would never know the man in that video, happy and carefree amidst all the death and war around them.

She knew Winter; a man who was fearless, feared. A man who was quiet and cold, almost a statue of a human being. She knew a man with enough demons and monsters to echo her own. She knew a man that stayed up all night, thoughts plagued with nightmares of deaths he wished he could forget. She didn’t know the war hero, she knew the asset; the man who brought war with him. She loved Winter. She didn’t love Jughead.

MARVEL AU. Some events were taken from CA:TWS. Betty = Black Widow. Archie = Captain America. Jughead = The Winter Soldier. Veronica is Hawkeye, Reggie is Iron Man, and Cheryl is Scarlet Witch although they’re only really mentioned, not key characters in the story. 

As of right now, this story is just a one shot. I could consider adding another part if anyone wants it, though.

Thank you to @bettydooper and @itstenafterfour for cheering me on with this fic. And thank you to @jaded-youth for helping me with the ending. You guys are too good to me. 

Jug speaks Russian in this fic so a few translations are (and don’t blame me if they aren’t entirely correct. I used Google, lol.):

Не стесняйтесь - Do not hesitate. 

мое сердце - My heart.

Вы мое сердце - You are my heart. 

ENJOY!

Life is weird. You wake up one day and you don’t really know how you got there or what happened prior to that one specific day. It’s just like you wake up and suddenly you can’t really remember anything from before, but you know that you’ve been alive for however many consecutive years and it’s just weird. People show you pictures and videos of yourself and they laugh about how cute and funny you used to be. They say things like ‘Oh, remember that time when?’ but no. You don’t remember any of it. You don’t remember a single thing. You nod, though. You nod and act like you have any clue what they’re talking about.

Betty Cooper sometimes feels like she hasn’t known anything from before she was a teenager. She doesn’t remember what it was like to be a child. She can’t remember if she was ever actually a child at all. She has no memories of swings and playgrounds. She doesn’t remember what it’s like to have tea parties and play with dolls.

She must have been a little girl at some point. She didn’t just wake up one day at the age of ten. Someone must have given birth to her. She must have had a mother and a father, maybe even a brother or a sister. She wonders if they’re still alive, if they ever think of her. She thinks about searching for them sometimes, but she never goes through with it. She’s scared of what she could find. She knows not to get her hopes up. Good things don’t happen to people like her.

Betty Cooper might have been a little girl once, but she had never been a child. She never would be a child.

“Cooper,” a voice calls from behind her. She turns around and Archie Andrews is looking at her with those eyes of his that always look so dead, so tired. “You okay?”

She feels bad that he’s asking her that. She doesn’t deserve to have people worry over her. Archie Andrews though, he deserved that. A fallen war hero, barely back from the dead itself; he deserved all the love and worry that he was faced with constantly. She knew that he hated having people baby him. He didn’t want the fame and responsibility that came with being Captain America; just like Betty never wanted the dread and death that followed Black Widow around.

“Great,” she tells him, smiling the smile that she’s perfected over the years. It’s the one that says ‘I’m perfect. I’m perfect in all and every way.’

She hates it. She hates being perfect, because she knows that she is and she knows what it means. It doesn’t mean that she’s a good girl who never gets in trouble; a girl who is pure and kind. It doesn’t mean any of that. She’s the perfect killer. That’s all she’ll ever be.

Archie nods. He knows that she’s lying. He always knows when she’s lying. He used to lecture her about it, being America’s golden boy and all, but he doesn’t lecture her anymore. She feels like maybe he understands. Maybe he lies too sometimes. She can hear him at night, screaming and crying. She hears the way he throws things all over his bedroom. She hears cries and then she hears nothing. She asked him about it one time and he just gave her a tired smile. He didn’t throw things after that. But he still cried. It didn’t matter how thick the walls were at the Avengers tower, she could always hear the broken cries of man who lost his whole world seventy years ago.

When Cap came off the ice, the United States cheered for their fallen hero. She remembers the day perfectly. Every news channel was talking about it, pictures of his face were plastered everywhere. It was the same picture of him that was taken during the war; him standing tall in his uniform, staring right at the camera with a smile on his face.

He had been happy. Once upon a time, Archie Andrews had been happy. He had been in the middle of a war and yet, he still smiled. There was still war and death, even seventy years later. War would never leave the world and Archie followed it like the true soldier he was, but the only difference was that he didn’t smile anymore. Sometimes she wonders if maybe he wished he would have died up in that plane all those years ago. Sometimes she wishes that he would have. At least then he wouldn’t be so sad.

The tower is quiet. Reggie is out at some kind of press meeting in D.C. and he won’t be back until tonight. Betty doesn’t know whether that’s a good thing or not. The tower is quiet without him, way too quiet, and the silence between her and Archie is so thick. They’re friends, of course they are. In fact, they probably get along better with each other than anyone else in the team, but that’s the problem. They know each other too well, their secrets and nightmares, they know them all. Betty doesn’t necessarily like that. At least when Mantle’s around, him and Archie are arguing with each other so much that they don’t really have time to focus on anything else. Sometimes she thinks they argue a little too much.

“Ronnie says we should train,” Archie tells her as he holds up his phone in her direction. He’s still getting used to technology, but at least he doesn’t flinch every time his phone vibrates now.

“We always train.” She’s been training since she was a little girl. She’s tired of it. “Tell her to come over here and train with you.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks her, picking up on the slight edge to her voice. “We’re friends, Betty. You can talk to me.”

She wants to remind him that if it weren’t for all the fucked up stuff they’d endured throughout their life, that they wouldn’t have been friends at all. If Archie Andrews had never picked up the shield and gone off to fight Nazis all those years ago, they wouldn’t be friends. If Betty had never been taken away from her family to go learn how to become the world’s most lethal assassin, they wouldn’t be friends. In a perfect world, they don’t know each other. In a perfect world, they aren’t friends. In a perfect world, Betty isn’t perfect.

“I need some air,” she says suddenly as she gets up from the couch. Archie looks at her like he wants to stop her, but he won’t because deep down he understands what it’s like. He knows all about the demons and monsters that plagued their thoughts and he knows that sometimes you have to run to escape them.

She wonders if she’ll ever stop running. She wonders if she even knows how to stop anymore.

Training never stops.

Everything in the Red Room qualifies as training. It never ends. She can’t remember the last time she sat down and had a moment to herself, a moment of peace and quiet. A moment where she could be herself, the version of herself she cooked up in her mind at night when her nightmares kept her awake; the nightmares that were her reality.

She had a version of herself, happy and carefree, living anywhere else. She has a family, friends, she’s happy. She doesn’t kill people. She doesn’t know what someone’s eyes look like right before they die. She doesn’t know what it’s like to have someone beg for their life. She doesn’t know what bones sound like as they snap under her touch.

‘Eyes up.’ The lady snaps in Russian. Betty isn’t Russian. She knows that much. She doesn’t know how she got here. She doesn't know why she’s here. She doesn’t know anything.

She looks up. She obeys.

It’s the first time she sees him.

She can’t see his eyes. His long hair falls into his face, matted and a little bit greasy, as he looks down at the ground. He’s wearing a black, leather getup and he should look normal, normal enough for the Red Room at least, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t because his left arm is made completely out of metal, from his shoulder all the way to his fingertips. She’s never seen anything like it before.

‘Begin.’

It’s like a second nature, the way her body reacts to the command. She jabs her fist out and watches in complete shock as the man ducks the punch. He’s still looking down at the floor, hair still covering his face, and he doesn’t even lose his footing. She frowns and reaches out to hit him again. This time, he grabs her fist and twists her arm behind her back.

She doesn’t cry out. She learned long ago not to cry out when she was in pain. Instead, she clenches her jaw and breathes out through her nose. She digs her feet into the ground and then brings up her leg and stomps down on the man’s boot covered foot. She doubts it hurts him, but she isn’t trying to hurt him. She needs him to become unfocused, taken off guard, and it works. He must not have expected her to still be able to think or move under the grip he’d had her arm in, but that’s where he was wrong. She had endured far worse than that.

She kicks him in the side and this time he does lose his balance as he stumbles to the side. This seems to anger him as he finally looks up at her. She gasps as she looks at his eyes. They’re a deep green color, but that’s not what shocks her. It’s the way he seems to be looking at her like she’s nothing. She can tell in his stance that he’s angry with the way she one upped him, but his eyes look void of any and all emotion. It’s unnerving and for the first time in a long time, she feels scared.

He steps towards her and reaches out for her, but she dodges it and brings her fist up to punch him in the jaw. His head snaps back and she twirls around, putting herself behind him and then wraps her arms around his neck as she forces him down to the ground.

His knees barely touch the ground before he’s standing back up, reaching up with his own hands to grab at her. She uses his body as leverage and brings her legs up to wrap around his neck. As he stands up tall again, she brings her hands together and hits him in the face. She thinks that it might end there, but instead he just shakes his head and leans back, making her lose her balance. Once he feels her grip loosen, he reaches up for her and grabs her, tossing her onto the ground afterwards.

She lands back on the floor with a hard thud and pain erupts throughout her entire body. She can hear sometime telling her something, but the words sound muffled to her.

She opens her eyes and gasps in shock when she sees a metal fist coming down at her face. Without a second thought, she rolls away from the oncoming impact and flinches to herself when she hears the sound the fist makes as it hits the ground.

She jumps up to her feet and roundhouse kicks the man in the face, not giving him any time to stand up again. He goes down and as he does, Betty reaches for the knife she keeps in her thigh holster and yanks it out before jumping on top of the man and bringing her hand up to kill him.

That’s what they do here. If you can’t keep up then you die. There are no do overs. Not here, not now. The man looks at her, empty eyes and for the first time in a long time, she feels sad.

He doesn’t look scared or even worried about what’s about to happen. The action startles her so much that she hesitates.

‘Не стесняйтесь.’ The man says simply and it takes Betty by surprise as she looks down at him, shocked that he’s actually said something to her. Before she can even realize what he’s said, he grabs the knife from her hand with his metal one and flips them over, pinning her to the ground before bringing the metal of the blade to her neck, pressing down on the skin there.

The people remember.

That’s what everyone usually tells Archie when they go out places. The people remember what he did for the country; for the world, and they appreciate him. He smiles, timidly and usually forcely, but he still gives them the validation they need; that he’s here and he’s not going anywhere. For Betty, it’s not that simple. The things she’s done? The things she’s seen? People don’t know about that. They look at her and they see the woman who’s helped Captain America keep the world safe and alive recently. They thank her too, but she doesn’t smile at them and offer the hope they want. She just nods.

She wonders what they would say if they all knew the truth.

There’s a bench in Central Park that she likes to sit at sometimes when she just needs to think. It’s nice to get fresh air and watch the world carry on in front of her eyes. She wishes that she could be one of the women running with her girl friends, gossiping about whatever juvenile things their significant others did that weekend. She doesn’t have any girl friends, but even if she did, she wouldn’t be gossiping about men with them.

She has no man in her life. Not anymore.

Veronica likes to think of them as friends, but Betty can’t allow that. She can never get close to someone that way again. Archie is different. He’s seen things, he’s experienced the horrible things in the world first hand. He knows the way their lives work and how they’ll end. Veronica still thinks the world can be saved. She thinks that one day they’ll all be able to live happily ever after. Even Cheryl, the girl who watched her twin brother die right in front of her eyes, has some hope for the future. They’re both young; they’re naive.

Betty accepted her fate long ago. She’s either going to die with a bullet to the head or a knife to the throat. There’s no other option. She’ll go out fighting, it’s the only possible way.

Her life feels like it’s on standby. She spends all her time waiting. Waiting for the next mission, for the next attack. She wakes up in the morning and spends her time waiting until she can sleep so she can begin the cycle all over again. She waits for the day that it’ll all finally be over. She didn’t used to think this way. Once upon a time, she’d looked forward to the sun rising every morning. That had been a different time though, back when he was still there; when he was still alive. Sometimes if she closes her eyes and focuses hard enough, she can see his eyes looking at her. Most of the time they had still portrayed that nearly lifeless look, but sometimes, when they were alone in the quiet hours of the night, he’d look at her and he’d see her. It was in those hours that she’d see glimpses of the man he might have once been and he saw the girl she’d made up in her mind.

Her fingernails dig into the palm of her hands, drawing blood, as she remembers him. It hurts too much to think of him these days, especially because now she knows. She knows who he is and what he did. She knows his real name and the man he once was. She can’t escape his face anymore.

She remembers when she’d first found out. Archie had dragged her down to the Smithsonian. It had been right after he’d woken up from the ice, only a few months after she’d been saved by S.H.I.E.L.D.. He told her that he needed to see the exhibit, the one dedicated to him; he needed to see how people remembered him. Betty had thought it was a bad idea and she was right. It just turned out to be bad for her.

It was like seeing a ghost.

She’d never been to the exhibit before. She didn’t really have time for it. She still didn’t like being in large crowds. She couldn’t trust the people around her. As she stood closely by Archie though, she felt a little safer. People wouldn’t harm her if she was with their hero.

He wore a cap and kept his head down, avoiding the eyes of everyone at all costs. Betty didn’t have to do that. No one knew who she was. She was no one, just like she’d always been.

It was kind of unreal at first, seeing Archie’s original suit on the mannequin. She wanted to reach out and touch it. Several other mannequins surrounded him, each wearing their own getup. Archie didn’t seem to pay attention to any of them except for the one that was directly behind him to the right. The mannequin was wearing a blue jacket and Archie didn’t hesitate as he reached his hand out and touched the material gently before ripping it back, as if it had burned him.

‘It shouldn’t be up here.’

Betty looks at him in question, but he doesn’t pay any attention to her.

‘His jacket should be with someone who loves it, who loved him. It was his favorite. He wouldn’t want it hanging in some old museum.’

‘Was he your friend?’ She asks, noticing the way his eyes start to water slightly.

‘He was my brother,’ he says softly. ‘In every sense except biological, he was my brother. He was always watching out for me, little Archie Andrews who couldn’t step down from a fight. He always protected me and when he needed me the most, I couldn’t do the same for him.’

Betty doesn’t say anything, mostly because she understands what that’s like. She had tried to save someone once too. It didn’t work out that well either.

‘I should have died with him that day.’

The words startled her. Archie had never said anything like that before and she didn’t know how serious he was.

‘I wish I had died with him that day.’

‘The world needed you,’ Betty tells him, not really knowing how to comfort him. She’d never had to comfort anyone before.

‘He needed me more.’

And that’s that. Archie turns away from the costume exhibit and walks off towards the memorial. She’s never seen the memorial, but she can hear the words that are spoken out through the intercom.

‘From childhood playground to the front lines of war, Sergeant Forsythe Pendleton “Jughead” Jones III and Captain Archie Andrews were inseparable. Jones followed right along Captain America as they banded what would become known as the Howling Commandos. Jones was the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country.’

Archie stares at a moving video on a screen in the exhibit and Betty follows his gaze.

She nearly faints at what she sees.

It’s him. Winter is on the screen in front of her. She moves closer, heart rate kicking up as she takes in the sight in front of her.

Winter is there, laughing and smiling right next to Archie as he throws a hand over the redhead’s shoulders. They both look so happy and Betty feels like she can’t breathe.

His hair is a lot shorter than it had been when she’d last seen him; right before they took him away from her, before they killed him, but she would recognize his face anywhere. His eyes are full of light; of life. It’s something Betty never got to see before. It’s beautiful. It’s heartbreaking.

‘Archie…’ she whispers out, begging for the other man’s attention. It comes slowly, pained, and he has to force himself to tear his eyes away from his once best friend. ‘That’s him. That’s Winter.’ 

She looks back on it now and realizes that maybe she should have never said a single thing to Archie. She’d seen the way his face had gone from confused to doubtful to hopeful. They had a long talk that night. Betty told him all about the Red Room, something she’d yet to do with anyone else. She told him about how they had taken Winter away from her. She couldn’t call him Jughead. That wasn’t his name, not to her. She never knew Jughead Jones. She would never know the man in that video, happy and carefree amidst all the death and war around them.

She knew Winter; a man who was fearless, feared. A man who was quiet and cold, almost a statue of a human being. She knew a man with enough demons and monsters to echo her own. She knew a man that stayed up all night, thoughts plagued with nightmares of deaths he wished he could forget. She didn’t know the war hero, she knew the asset; the man who brought war with him. She loved Winter. She didn’t love Jughead.

That was the first time she’d ever seen Archie cry. He cried as he longed for the friend that Betty had only seen just a few short years ago. He cried for the man that he’d once known and he cried for the man he had become. He cried for having to relive the death all over again.

Betty didn’t cry.

She had cried when they took him from her; only a few tears and not in front of anyone else. She knew better than to make that mistake.

She wonders what happened to Winter; how he ended up where he did. How he was alive after all those years. Her mind reeled with all the unanswered questions. She didn’t voice them though, that had been Archie. Archie who had barged into S.H.I.E.D., eyes blazing as he demanded someone to tell him what was going on, what he was missing.

Conversations about Serpents and terrorists rung out into the air; a man who had helped the enemy shape the world for almost a century. Archie had tried to drink himself blind that night, but it didn’t work.

‘He was a war hero,’ Archie had said with empty eyes. It was the first time she’d ever seen him look like he was giving up. ‘He was a war hero and they just took that all away.’

Betty doesn’t know Jughead Jones, but a small part of her sometimes wishes that she did. What was he like? Was he just as strong and hard headed as Winter had been? Archie had once told her stories of how he would charm all the girls in Brooklyn. No one could resist Jughead Jones and that smirk he would give them. Betty knew a little bit about that.

Her feet were aching and her muscles were screaming out at her. The last training session had been especially hard today and all she wanted was to take a shower and rest. She knew that wouldn’t happen though. There wasn’t time for rest in the Red Room. You could rest when you were dead. That’s what Madam B. had always said.

She was allowed to shower though. The cold water helped her aching muscles and she yearned to stay under there forever.

The sound of heavy footsteps echos in the quiet restroom, the sound of the shower door being open rings out, and she knows who it is before she even opens her eyes.

It’s him.

He’s fully dressed in front of her. His hair has recently been cut, not by much though, and she can see his eyes now as he looks at her. He doesn’t try to hide them from her anymore and she doesn’t hide herself from him as she stands up tall, completely bare in front of him.

He just looks at her, tilting his head to the side as he takes in her physical appearance. She knows what he’s looking at before he even does anything. He reaches out with his hand, the flesh one not the cold metal one, and touches the bruise that’s forming on her cheekbone.

‘It’s okay,’ she tells him as she brings her hand up to hold his. The touch startles him at first just like it always does, but his shoulders soon sag in familiarity and he lets her grab his hand and pull it away slowly. ‘It’ll heal. Just like yours heal.’  

Except his wounds heal abnormally fast. She’s never seen anything like it before. Things don’t hurt him the way they hurt the others. He never stays down too long, even when the beating he takes should leave him a nearly lifeless lump on the ground.

He steps closer towards her, the shower isn’t a big one and their bodies are nearly already pressed up against each other. His combat boots slosh against the water and a part of her wants to ask him to undress. She won’t though. Because he never truly does.

He lowers his head and brings their lips closer together, but not close enough that they’re touching. Betty stays completely still as she waits for his next move.

It comes soon enough. His lips are slightly chapped as they press up against hers, but they still feel better than anything else. She’s never kissed anyone before, not until he came into her life, but she can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. He kisses her deep and passionately and Betty has to grab onto his arms to stop herself from doing something stupid like fainting.

‘мое сердце.’

It’s what he always calls her, the Russian words falling off his tongue so beautifully. His accent isn’t Russian though, so she knows that he’s not a native. His accent is flat, mirroring her own and she knows that they’re from the same place. She often thinks about asking him, but she isn’t prepared for the answers she’ll get. She wonders if he even knows or if he’s like her; confused and lost.

‘Don’t be gentle,’ she tells him. He looks at her, eyes a bit nervous, but she just nods. Winter knows what she needs. He always knows what she needs.

He puts his hands on the back of her thighs and picks her up in one swift motion. She gasps out in surprise and wraps her legs around his waist to stop herself from falling, even though she knows he’d never let her fall.

His metal hand is cold against her skin but it feels so good, a stark contrast to the warmth of his flesh hand on her other thigh. He digs his fingers into her thighs, like he can’t get enough of them, and she hisses out at the pain of it. It feels good against the soreness of the muscles there and he must see that because he digs them in a little deeper.

Betty groans out before wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing his face down to hers, pressing their lips together in a kiss that is more teeth than it is anything else. It’s a contrast to the one they shared earlier, but it’s just what she needs right now. He bites at her lip a bit harshly before pulling away and licking at the spot, trying to soothe it over.

She knows they don’t have enough time. They never have enough time. She dreams of a day when it’ll be just them, no more Red Room and no more handlers. She dreams of a day when they can lay together in a bed that’s bigger than twin sized; when they can sleep in until noon and she can wake up before him, bring him breakfast in bed and then waste the day away together.

But for now they have a cramped shower and that has to be good enough for them.

He unzips his pants quickly, using only one hand and Betty tosses her head back against the wall behind her. She wishes they could savor this moment.

He presses himself into her gently and she moans out at the feeling of him inside of her. No matter how many times they do this, she never gets used to the way he feels inside of her. She feels full and complete, like she wants them to stay in this position forever. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.

He begins a steady pace, pushing his hips into hers gently as she bounces up and down in his arms. The water cascades around them and for a moment, she lets herself think that they’re anywhere else but here.

‘Harder,’ she pants out. He does as she asks, snapping his hips into her with a little more force. It allows him to slide deeper into her and Betty lets her head fall back as her eyes all but roll to the back of her head. It’s fast and dirty and it’s everything she’s ever wanted, everything she’s ever needed.

It doesn’t take long before Winter comes apart completely inside of her. He always comes inside of her; there’s no reason not to, not after the graduation ceremony.

He presses their foreheads together, both of them are panting lightly.

‘I wish we could stay here forever, Elizabeth. If it weren’t for you, I would have lost myself long ago.’

The words are spoken so lightly by him that she nearly misses them. It’s not like him to be so sentimental and she’s taken off guard for a moment before she smiles.

‘I love you.’ She tells him, because she does. She’s never loved anyone before, but she loves the broken man in front of her.

He looks at her a bit unsure at first before he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.

‘Вы мое сердце.’ 

You are my heart.

That’s what he had told her. He hadn’t said he loved her, but he didn’t need to. She knew he did. They both knew that what he told her meant more than anything else. She was his whole heart, just as he was hers. They didn’t make sense. They were two machines, created by people more dangerous than they could ever be, built to create chaos and leave destruction whenever they went. They had both been taught that they could never love, never be normal, but yet she found love and the closest thing to normal that she could and she found it wrapped up in him.

Her phone starts to buzz rapidly in her pocket, letting her know that it’s one of the Avengers trying to get ahold of her. She doesn’t know how she feels about being one of the “good guys” now, but she’ll take what she can get.

Archie’s number flashes on the screen at her. The words ‘TOWER NOW. 911’ screaming back at her. She gets up from her spot on the bench and walks over to the motorcycle she’d brought to the park with her. Throwing a leg over it, she starts it up and begins to dash through all of the traffic, ignoring the honks she receives in retaliation.

“Archie!” She yells as she walks into the tower. He’s pacing back and forth across the floor, suit on and shield across his back. “What’s going on?”

“There’s been a breach over at S.H.I.E.L.D. Ronnie says that she thinks some people have been undercover as Serpents this entire time. We need to get down there right now.”

“I could have met you there!” Betty yells at him, aware that they’re now wasting time.

“You’re going like that?” He looks down at her clothes. She’s wearing a pair of tight black jeans and high heeled boots, a black top and a leather jacket. Not exactly fighting clothes, but they don’t call her Black Widow for nothing. She’s fought in high heels before. They’re her favorite accessory. “This might be a fight, Betty.”

“Things have been a little dull around here,” she says with a slight smirk.

Archie just nods before making his way towards the elevator. “We’re taking the motorcycle.”

Traffic is bad. Archie swerves through it as much as he can, but S.H.I.E.L.D. is across the city from them and they don’t really have much time. They’re on the highway right now and Betty is about to just run the rest of the way.

It comes suddenly and out of nowhere when the bike randomly stalls in the middle of the highway.

“What the hell?” Archie says to himself. Betty is just about to yell at him for forgetting to fuel up when she looks up and stops.

A man stands at the end of the bridge directly across from them. He’s covered completely head to toe in black. She can’t see an inch of skin on him, a black leather getup covers his entire torso and arms, black gloves even rest on his hands, and his face is covered with a black mask and eye goggles. The only thing she can see is long dark hair, nearly black, that fans out around his face. He stands tall, unmoving, and Betty stands up from the bike.

“We have company,” Betty tells Archie, who looks up and follows her gaze with his own curious one.

“Who…” before he can say anything else, the man picks up his arms and Betty and Archie see the large gun he’d been holding.

“Duck!” She yells out, grabbing Archie and throwing them both onto the ground just as the man starts shooting the gun. “Who the fuck is that?”

“I don’t know!” Archie yells at her, looking at her incredulously. “How the fuck should I know?”

The man starts walking towards them, stopping traffic as he gets in the way of the other pedestrians. People begin to get out of their cars and run off of the highway and Betty almost wants to do the same.

“We got more company,” Archie says and points behind them. Betty turns around and sees three more men, dressed exactly like the other one and curses to herself.

“We can’t outrun them all.”

“We can try.” Archie stands up and pulls his shield off his back, holding it in front of them as the men start shooting at them. “I got them! Can you take care of the other one?”

She only has one gun and a knife on her, but it’s more than enough. She nods towards Archie and turns to face the man. He aims the gun towards her as he moves closer but before he can shoot, Betty swings her legs over the edge of the railing and jumps off the highway, landing on an abandoned car underneath them. A sharp pain runs through her legs, but she doesn’t pay any mind to it. She jumps off of the car and turns around just in time to see the man follow her lead as he lands on the car too.

He struts down the hood of the car and Betty falters slightly as she watches him. Something about him seems so familiar and she gets lost in the way he moves so gracefully.

He seems confused as he looks around for her and that’s when Betty realizes that she’s supposed to be “taking care of him”. She runs up behind him and kicks him square in the back, making him lose his footing as he stumbles forward. His grip on the gun loosens, but he doesn’t drop it completely.

He turns around and immediately begins shooting but Betty’s already circled her way around him. She doesn’t want to kill him. She made a pact with herself long ago that she would never kill again unless completely necessary, but she needs to unarm him now or else that’s all going to be for nothing.

Doing what she does best, she runs and jumps up, using the man’s body and her strength to climb up and wrap her legs around his neck. It’s her signature move that’s always been able to knock Archie off his feet and it seems to do the same to the man as he finally drops his gun in surprise.

Betty pulls out the wire that she keeps in her jacket pocket and wraps it around the man’s neck, trying to cut off his air supply. If she can get him to pass out then that could make this a lot easier.

He brings his hands up and tries to pull her arms away, but her grip on him is way too tight. She watches as he begins to go slack and she sighs in relief.

Her relief is short lived when she’s suddenly thrown off of his back and throttled across the street. She lands roughly on the gravel and rolls a few times before finally coming to a stop. She groans out in pain as she tries to get to her feet again.

The man is talking to someone else, instructing them to do something, but Betty can’t understand a word they’re saying.

The man’s attention turns back to her and she watches in fear as he begins to stalk over to her. There’s no way she’s going to be able to fight him off right now. Her head feels fuzzy from the landing and she can’t even see him properly. He grabs a knife out of his thigh holster and twirls it around in his hand menacingly.

Betty shuts her eyes tightly and waits. If she’s going to die then she’d rather not watch it happen.

She waits but nothing happens. She hears a deep grunt and opens her eyes to see that the man is staggering backwards, an arrow through his shoulder. Betty whirls around, knowing exactly who those arrows belong to.

Veronica Lodge stands on top of the railing of the highway. Bow and arrow ready as she looks down at Betty.

“You good?” She yells out.

Betty nods, her head finally clearing up. “I got him! Go help Archie!”

Veronica nods and Betty turns her attention back towards the man. She watches in horror as he rips the arrow out of himself before snapping his head up. She can’t see his eyes and that makes everything so much scarier. She has no idea what he looks like and it makes her nervous. She feels like she’s fighting blindly.

She runs up to man, knowing there’s no other way to get around him. She throws her fist out, trying to land a punch to his stomach but he jumps back and grabs her arm, swinging her around over him before tossing her to the ground again. This time though, she jumps back up quickly as she ignores the pain in her back. He tries to punch her but she dodges it and elbows him in the back hard, causing him to fall forward onto his knees.

She roundhouse kicks him and watches as he falls into the ground face first. Just as she’s about to reach for her gun, he flips over and swings his legs out, bringing her down with him. She grunts as she hits the cement again but manages to get her knife out of her thigh holster.

Just as the man crouches over her, she picks up the knife and makes to stab him in the shoulder.

Before she can, he reaches out and grabs it like it’s nothing before tossing it off to the side. Betty gasps and looks at him in alarm.

Who the hell was she fighting?

They begin to throw punches left and right once she stands up. She hasn’t fought like this in a while and for some reason it takes her back to the Red Room, to all the training she had to endure. She was groomed to become the perfect killer and she was. She was the best of the best and right now she could feel it in the way she dodged and ducked every single hit the man was aiming at her.

“Betty!” She hears Archie yells from behind her. “Duck!”

She does as he asks and the man loses his balance as his hand swings out and hits the air. Archie throws his shield forward and it takes the man off guard as it hits him straight in the chest, making him roll backwards onto the gravel.

The black mask he’d been wearing falls off and Betty looks at it in wonder. Her heart is beating rapidly in her chest as she watches the man begin to stand up. His hand goes up to his face and he takes off the goggles, letting them fall to the ground besides him.

Archie jogs up to her, standing by her side as the both of them watch the man slowly turn around, waiting to see who had been behind the mask the entire time.

Finally, he faces them and Betty’s entire world stops.

Green eyes stare back at her; empty, lifeless, but familiar. A face she’d spent so many years trying to forget is looking back at her.

“Jughead?” Archie gasps out.

Betty takes a step forward and then two more before Archie reaches out and grabs her hand, stopping her. She pulls her hand out of his, but stays put. The man seems confused by the whole thing as he looks at them with wide, frightened eyes. She’s looking at him with broken eyes; eyes that wished they were seeing anything else. She can’t go through this again. She can’t.

But he’s here. He’s right in front of her.

“Winter?”

The man tilts his head. “Who the hell is Winter?”

[justanotherschuylersister-blog]

Westerburg Blows (AU) Part 1

I DO REQUESTS! Please give me requests I am so bored. I will write whatever you guys want except nothing explicit (any form of sex).

JD and Ronnie, ‘I Am Damaged’, Heathers AU story. Minor sad fluff followed by angst. Word count: 1023. Trigger warning: strong language. Part 1 of who knows how many.

Veronica could hardly see for saltine tears. JD took another step away from her, stumbling back as  a hiss of pain escaped his teeth. Holding the crude bomb protectively in the crook of one arm, his other hand clutched at his abdomen, blood spilling from between his fingers to the dusty ground. The bullet lodged in his gut had prevented him from moving quickly, but he’d succeeded in dragging himself out to the field furthest away from Westerburg High, where he knew she was going to take it; just the kind of selfless, reckless, stupid thing she would do.

Her swollen throat was clogged with pain and dust, but she managed to croak out, “Oh my god…”

“Please stand back now,” he begged her, his voice hoarse with pain.

Her hands covering her mouth, she took a series of tottering steps backwards.

“Go a little further.” His words were punctuated with gasps of agony. “I don’t exactly know what this thing will do.” He glanced at the object of destruction then back up at her. “Will you miss me?”

Choking out sobs, Veronica nodded.

A smile spread over his broken face. “I wish you’d kiss me…”

JD watched her, his shattered gaze mending slightly as he took in her bedraggled appearance. Her tangled, split hair was full of dust, her socks had fallen around her ankles, and her knees were grazed and dirty from when she had hit the ground in her mad scramble to get the bomb away from the school. Her blazer had a sleeve missing, torn clean off in the fight and her shirt was ripped in various places.  Her cheekbones were covered in dark smudges of dirt, her nose was bleeding and a black eye was beginning to swell up from where he’d hit her, and her knuckles had split open from when she’d punched him in the face trying to get the gun away from him.

She’d never looked so beautiful.

“I worship you,” he whispered, tearing up slightly. “I’d trade my life for yours.”

At that, she stopped crying and dropped to her knees beside him. “No,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m not letting you do that.”

“I’m dying anyway,” he breathed, wincing as the bullet shifted slightly, causing fresh ripples of pain to shock his body. “I’m not going to last much longer with this inside me. You deserve to live. Go, now. Please.”

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m not living without you. You’re my everything.”

“Veronica!” He desperately raised his voice. “You have to leave! You can’t die!”

“If I can’t trade my life for yours, you can be damn well sure I’ll die with you, you moron,” she answered.

He stared at her, wanting the last thing he saw to be her unmistakeable, beautiful face. “Though memorable, those aren’t exactly the nicest last words,” he whispered.

She huffed out a laugh. “How about these, then - I love you, Jason Dean. You’re mentally unstable, violent, vengeful, and almost definitely psychotic, and you thought about killing me, but I love you all the same. I shouldn’t - god knows I shouldn’t, but I do.”

Searing the image of her into his skull, he closed his eyes, ready to tell her the same. “I -”

That was when their little world exploded.

Smoke wafted into the air from the rubble and remains of the ancient brick building. Everything and  everyone was dead.

If this was death, Veronica didn’t feel anything different. The acrid scent of smoke burnt her nose, and she could still hear JD’s laboured, agonized breathing beside her. She cracked open one eye. JD was still nuzzled into her side, clutching the bomb to his chest.

She nudged him gently, careful not to touch his wound. “We’re not dead.”

His eyes flew open. “What?”

“We’re not dead, idiot.”

“Wh… what?”

Veronica didn’t answer. She had just caught sight of the smoking ruins of what had been their high school. “What the fuck did you do?”

The colour drained out of JD’s face. “The failure…” he murmured.

“What?” Her voice was sharp.

JD’s lower lip trembled. “I made two bombs. I accidentally messed up the first one - it's not going to go off. So I had to make another one… I must have been holding this broken one when you found me… oh my god.”

“Understatement of the fucking century.” Veronica got to her feet, her eyes locked on the smouldering remains of the school.

“Westerberg’s gone?” JD’s voice was low and full of reverence.

Veronica didn't turn to face him until he let out a whoop of success.

“We did it! Veronica, baby, we did it!” If he could have picked her up in his arms and swung her around, he would have.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He staggered to his feet, his eyes glowing red with triumph. “They're gone! It's happened just like it was supposed to!”

“I thought you'd finally come to your fucking senses, JD! Don't you get it? Other people's lives aren't yours to play with - they aren't yours to end!”

“Don't you get it?” JD whirled to face her, the blood falling from his gut forgotten. “It's fate! If they were supposed to stay alive, then the bomb wouldn't have gone off!” He reached out and grabbed her hands. “We're the masters of our own fate! We control whether they live or die - we’re the ones who've brought about the end of this monstrosity of a school!”

She snatched her hand back, disgusted. “There's no ‘we’ any more. There's just you. And all you've done is destroy innocent lives.”

“You just said you loved me!”

“I love the you I knew at the beginning - the you that wasn’t a psychopath! The you that was just a trenchcoat-wearing, Baudelaire-quoting, slushie-sipping you!”

“That’s still me, Ronnie. There’s just more to me than you knew at the beginning.” JD’s eyes flashing in an unhinged shade of red, he reached out violently and grabbed Veronica’s wrist. “Let’s go.”

“Where?!” The words tore out in a flurry from her raw throat. “Where the fuck do you want to go?!”

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Could we see a list of the requests you got? Would that be okay?

Yeah, of course! Better to do that to make sure people can resend if their asks get eaten. c:

I’m actually super excited because I’m loving all the diversity, there’s some characters here I haven’t actually formally written yet!! <3

Ciel and reader having a prank war – whoever wins has to do whatever the other wants and reader wants Ciel to be her butler

college AU – Agni is a foreign exchange student and reader is his tutor

super sweet drabble of William meeting his S/O in the hospital – fluffy, angsty, or suggestive (or all three knowing me lol)

reader and delinquent (but gone soft) Ronald

scenario – Agni confessing to his crush

scenario – Gregory’s S/O likes to talk a lot but Gregory doesn’t mind

scenario – Wolfram’s first kiss

spicy Grell (fem pronouns) x Reaper!Reader – long day at the office and Grell is in the mood to play

fem Reader taking care of Gregory after the Music Hall debacle and they end up confessing to each other – super fluffy

pre-P4 Gregory with an overbearing but goodhearted older sister who encourages him to make friends at a school he’s dreading to go to

scenario – Lau confessing to his crush

scenario – Reaper!Undertaker falls in love with a woman he has to reap

Charles Grey, Cheslock, and Edgar with a really shy S/O

drunk reader (fem pronouns) questions Grell’s (male pronouns) love for her because he’s always flirting with every handsome guy he sees

Ash finding out his S/O is an angel, asking why she didn’t tell him earlier – she reveals a broken wing; he helps her tend to it and pesters her about what happened, she tells him it was a demon whose face she didn’t see

Reader comforting Soma after Agni’s death

headcanons – Alois and Soma trying to prove that their weird S/O is an alien

headcanons – Cheslock having a crush and confessing to them

Vincent arranges a marriage between Diedrich and his sister (reader) – at first they don’t like each other but then they fall in love

Herman with a S/O who did something similar to what he did for similar reasons

Joker x Reader – him doing reader’s makeup before their first show; reader’s nervous about performing so he gives them a pep talk

interaction with Mey Rin in the first day of her service, she hasn’t shaken her dark side yet

scenario – Undertaker and his S/O on Halloween

Soma’s lover telling him they’re pregnant

scenario – Edgar falling in love with a girl of a lower social class (maybe a maid?)

headcanons – relationship of Snake and a very quiet fellow ex-circus performer/Phantomhive servant

reader cooking with Agni and him trying to teach her how to make Indian dishes

scenario – Gregory’s S/O is a demon and she’s confessing it to him

headcanons (and possibly pics) – selfies with Ciel, Gregory, Sebastian, and Snake

Ash meeting his human S/O who’s very pure and caring

scenario – Soma’s S/O tries to comfort him after Agni’s death

scenario – Soma and his S/O naming their first child after Agni

headcanons – fluffy relationship with Agni and Soma

scenario – Soma seeing his S/O wearing his clothes (fluffy)

reactions – Beast, Hannah, and Mey Rin telling their male S/O they’re pregnant

Agni not knowing what French kissing is and the reader having to “demonstrate”

audio – Sebastian finds out his S/O is ticklish and teases them about it

first kiss (fluffy or spicy) with Cheslock, Edward, and Snake

audio – Grell finding out their S/O got seriously injured

headcanons – Edgar with a S/O who likes poetry and romance

Agni just after arriving in England, going to the marketplace with S/O who shows him around

audio – Undertaker and his S/O having a romantic cuddly day and he shows his eyes for the first time

scenario – Cheslock finds out a rebellious girl disguised herself as a boy in his dorm

audio – Charles Grey being calm and affectionate

scenario – Undertaker taking a bath with his chubby!S/O

scenario – Sebastian comes back to the manor after a long investigation with Ciel, is greeted by a tight hug from his S/O who’s become thinner and paler because she couldn’t sleep or eat while he was gone due to being so worried about him

Undertaker caught cheating on his S/O

Undertaker being nervous on his wedding day

reader with Stockholm Syndrome towards Aleister after having been kidnapped

reactions – Bravat, Cheslock, and Gregory with a S/O who gets snarky when she’s nervous and uncomfortable

reader doing something reckless and Agni getting worried, scolding them for it, leads to quiet, heartfelt angst

scenario – Soma and his S/O taking a bath together

headcanons – Charles Grey, Edward, and Soma with a S/O from Norway

Arthur Conan Doyle and sister!reader who wants to be a writer like him and frequently asks him for advice

audio – Finny talking to his baby in the middle of the night

audio – Soma asking and trying to convince his S/O to travel back to India to live with him

Sieglinde meeting the reader – an actual witch – who becomes her big sister; hilarity ensues when reader’s magic and Sieglinde’s science clash

Ronald with a S/O who’s William’s daughter

Alan, Eric, Grell, Othello, William, and Undertaker with children

Cheslock, Clayton, Edgar, Edward, Gregory, Herman, Joanne, Lawrence, and Soma taking care of their babies

scenario – poly relationship with Diedrich and Vincent

audio – S/O waking Snake up in the middle of the night because there are snakes all over the bed

reaction – Alan, Eric, Grell, Othello, William, and Undertaker finding out they have a teenage daughter who’s a goofball and a menace

reaction – Snake with a hybrid S/O (possibly human-Wendigo hybrid)

reaction – Claude and Sebastian finding out they have a teenage daughter from a human woman

reader comforting Herman because he feels guilty about what happened with Derrick and the other prefects

Joker with a shapeshifter S/O who changes into other humans which is their circus act

scenario – William finds out his S/O has terminal cancer that she’s kept hidden for almost a year and by the time she tells him, she only has a few weeks to live

fluffy Finny audio

Bard, Finny, Mey Rin, Sebastian, and Snake telling their S/O that they love them

Undertaker having a bad day and reader comforting him

platonic reader and Sebastian fawning over cats

spicy Vincent

Undertaker – enemies to lovers

Agni and Soma with their children

reaction – Agni with a S/O who got separated from him when he was going to be executed, when they reunite years later S/O has had Agni’s child, they’ve both changed but still love each other and just have to deal with the changes, their child, and dangers in London

scenario – Undertaker’s S/O is walking home at night and gets attacked, Undertaker steps in to protect her

Sebastian and William accidentally making the reader cry

audio – William and a stressed/upset/anxious listener

audio – Ciel getting angry, yells at listener without meaning to and apologizes

Sieglinde and Lizzie becoming best friends

reaction – after becoming a Reaper, Sascha seeing their best friend attempting suicide

Bard x reader being reckless with fireworks on the 4th of July

scenario – Soma proposing to his female S/O and a bit of the wedding day

scenario – Mey Rin teaching her S/O how to shoot a gun

depressed reader witnesses Undertaker reaping someone, finds him beautiful and fascinating – meets him again and again, and he becomes a reason to live because they’ve fallen in love with him

headcanons – Bard as a single parent

Claude and a really stubborn S/O

modern AU – Agni isn’t a good fighter and gets cornered by xenophobic thugs, is saved by badass reader

modern AU – Agni was adopted by Soma’s family and goes on a journey to discover his heritage, ends up meeting the reader on the way who’s running away from her “pure blood” status

Agni survived the attack at the manor but has PTSD from it, one day has a bad panic attack and is comforted by reader

AU – Agni is a well-liked kindergarten teacher who’s married to the reader, a wealthy genius, and was ridiculed for not being “good enough” for her; he keeps it hidden until reader finds him crying one day and tries to get revenge on the culprits

modern college/university AU – Soma is Agni’s adopted brother/wingman and tries to push shy Agni to “just confess already!” to reader at a loud house party; reader ends up saving Agni from doing something embarrassing

Soma x reader – going sledding/sledging with Agni, Wolfram, and Sieglinde tagging along

funny (??) story with favorite OC (probably will be something with Nadya and Alois)

reaction – Sebastian’s S/O (not knowing he’s a demon) is REALLY excited for Halloween

comforting the reader after a death in the family – Sebastian and Undertaker

happy Knox family fluff w/ Ronnie still alive

any canon x OC story (this is like a blank check to me and y’all gonna regret it hAH)

Charles Grey noticing his crush at a ball and asking her to dance

headcanons – Edward, Finny, Snake, and Soma having a nightmare about losing their S/O

Agni and Soma with their new families visiting India again

Frances and child reader – reader looks up to her as a role model and wants to be like her in the future

Grell x depressed!reader – reader covers up their depression w/ sarcastic and self-deprecating comments

William x fem!Reaper!reader – reader had an abusive childhood before becoming a Reaper, she’s paranoid about other people and always defends herself w/ harsh remarks; William sometimes has to calm her down and reassure her that everyone’s not out to get her

Grell x reader – reader is a wallflower who hates big gatherings and social interaction

Alois, Ciel, Claude, Sebastian, and Undertaker’s favorite lingerie on their S/O

Agni w/ a badass S/O (and bonus tender moments)

headcanons – Sebastian discovers his S/O is an angel sent to protect Ciel’s soul

Grell x fem!Reaper!reader – reader hasn’t gotten sleep in ages b/c of overtime and paperwork

William and S/O having their first child

Sebastian having a love-hate relationship with his S/O

AU – Agni is selectively mute after a trauma and communicates w/ assisting devices and sign language; Soma drags him to a party where a famous singer falls for him, then helps him get access to better therapy so he can talk again; the singer is known to be cold and badass and them doing that is completely out of character

scenario – Soma’s S/O seeing him in his Funtom Five outfit for the first time

AU – Agni survives but the blood loss caused severe brain damage, leaving him aphasic and unable to perform a lot of basic daily functions, he has to be cared for by his S/O and needs assistance w/ simple things; one day has a frustrated breakdown after realizing he can’t hold a spoon steady and is comforted by S/O and Soma

modern AU – Agni is kidnapped and finds out that his lazy S/O is a feared ex Special Forces agent; they’re shorter than he is but can literally lift a car

AU with Agni being sensitive to spicy food while his S/O can eat it without a sweat; they try to convince him to do a spice challenge with them b/c they think his reactions are cute

Agni’s S/O recently passed away and he discovers she was a powerful sorceress b/c their daughter shows magical powers and the magical council comes to take her away to their world

scenario – Vincent and Diedrich encounter a sassy servant during a party and mistake her for a boy

Agni’s S/O became depressed after his death and saw his spirit who talked to her about missing her and Soma but promised to always protect them

Agni dealing w/ his one-year-old daughter who woke up her (tired, sleep-deprived, grumpy) mother – Agni has to keep both sides calm

vegetarian/vegan Agni trying to fool his hunter and carnivore S/O into eating fake meat and fails despite his cooking skill

Agni on a date w/ a S/O who’s the epitome of cold and calculating – at the end of the date, they sing to him in their beautiful voice a song about how he is like the sun

Agni has a kindergarten teacher

Agni being taken out by a S/O who’s wealthy and doesn’t know he grew up poor; he gets flustered and almost panics at being in such a high-end place, S/O eventually realizes, then apologizes and takes him to a more humble place

headcanons – poly ship w/ Beast and Joker

Agni w/ badass S/O

headcanons – relationship w/ Doll

Grell x Irene Diaz

Soma w/ badass S/O

Doll x reader – dancing

reader saves the circus members and nurses them back to health

Harathi and younger Agni

headcanons – Alois and Soma w/ their S/O who turns out to actually be an alien

modern AU – Harathi is alive and is one day visited by Agni’s S/O to ask for permission to marry Agni, bringing w/ them a sizable dowry; Agni is later proposed to w/ Harathi and Soma dancing happily in the background

Agni meets his betrothed, who he’s had a crush on since he saw her being badass and backflipping from a mango tree – he’s tall, awkward, flustered, while she’s small and chill

[heathersadapt]

Could you do a little thing about 10-year old Ronnie and Jason meeting each other for the first time when Ronnie moves next door to Jason? (Not sure if this was the stuff you were looking for, but if so, I hope this works?)

Thank you very much for this prompt. Went ahead and wrote it out. It’s not AU canon, obviously, but it’s a fun AU of the AU. I live for those as well.

Pushed to interact with new neighbor, Jason dragged his feet while walking towards the girl sitting on a swing set up in her front yard, reading a book. His mother had insisted that this was why they'd decided not to move to a better house when his father started making more money, for friends close by. He didn't buy it, he figured his dad just didn't care enough to move.

But his mom had told him to, so he guessed he had to at least try. He liked having one friend, Betty Finn was a good friend even if people made fun of him for having his friend be a girl. This wouldn't be any better! But he couldn't argue with his mom, that would make her sad. He didn't want that.

No matter how close and how loud his feet were as they dragged along, the girl he was approaching made no move to look up or notice anything else around her, she simply rocked her feet to swing slowly while reading some book. It looked big, now that he was closer to it.

“What're you reading?” He was curious, it looked too big and complicated for anyone his age, even if they were a little bit older. But she couldn’t be older! She was too much smaller.

The girl didn't respond, too busy gently kicking her legs to swing while engrossed in the book she was reading.

“Excuse me? Mom said I have to try to be your friend and I want to know what you're reading.” Tact wasn't exactly the strong suit of the eight-year-old, he didn't care if people knew his intentions because they were his intentions.

Finally looking up, the girl lowered heavy book and frowned at him. “I’m reading and it's very important. Mom told me I wouldn't understand this book and she's wrong.”

He leaned down, looking at her book by himself. “Frankenstein’s Monster? What's it about?”

“Someone who is running away from his big son who scares people because he's made from dead people.”

Hearing her actually respond to him made his face lugh this up from the small victory. He had thought she'd just go back to reading and ignoring him. The expression faded when he processed what she'd said, turning to one of curiosity. “How does someone have a baby made from dead people?”

“I think he made his son by himself then shocked him and now the guy who’s actually alive is scared and saying it never happened. Like a politician.”

Jason didn't know what she meant but he still laughed, assuming it was some kind of joke at the expense of politicians. And he was pretty sure jokes like that were funny. “My name’s Jason, I live really close and my mom makes really good Mac ‘n Cheese if you want some?”

The girl’s expression softened from the annoyance from being interrupted, a faint smile finally showed as she hopped off the swing. “My name’s Veronica but my friend called me Ronnie so that's my name, okay?” She paused, scrunching her face up. “I made sandwiches for dinner for me and my dad, do you want one?”

“Did your mom eat something else?”

“My mom’s dead,” Ronnie stated simply as she walked into her house. “Are you coming?”

[damon-rutherford]

Unforgivable | Marcello Lomazzo

AU drabble: A few years ago, when Laurent was in the basement, tortured by Aleksandr Vorshevsky, Veronika Auditore decided to take his place. Without letting anyone know, she went to Aleksandr and made a deal.

It seemed like he was spending half of his life in airport lounges and airplanes lately. There were responsibilities weighing on his shoulders. Marcello Lomazzo had never been one to shy away from them, but the fact that these responsibilities were allocated in two different cities, made his life so much harder.

In New York, he was the son, the brother, the heir. The future of Lomazzo mafia. He had to be involved and present for every major meeting or a decision.

In Launceston, he was the husband, the future father, an important ally. He had to make sure the Lomazzo’s provided support for the Auditore’s when needed and the most important, ensure the safety and well-being of his wife and future son.

It wasn’t easy being Marcelo Lomazzo. However, he never complained. At least, every single member of his family was safe and alive. Not many mafia families were that lucky. It was a comforting thought.

Another comforting thought was that Vero would be waiting for him in their house. He imagined her lying on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and couldn’t help but smile. After Carla, he thought he would not fall in love again, but he did.  

As soon as the plane started to descend in the Launceston International, his cell phone started to blow up. Missed calls and messages from Dante, Veronika’s bodyguards, Alessia, Angelo and his own brother. That couldn’t have possibly been a good sign. His heart sunk.

Veronika was nowhere to be found.

Some of the Auditore loyalists were waiting outside the airport.

“She said she was going for a walk on the beach and wanted to be left alone...”

Bodyguards were trying to explain themselves.

“A pregnant woman disappeared from her own house and you don’t even have a clue as of how?” he was in shock.

How the hell did the Russians manage to capture his wife without anyone noticing? No sign of forced entry, no sound of vehicles, no nothing. At least, that’s what the bodyguards were claiming.

He didn’t go home, instead went to meet Alessia. As he told the driver to head towards the Auditore mansion, an unknown number called his cell.

“Marcello, it’s Aurélie. Can we meet? It’s about Ronnie.”

“Aurélie, What’s going on? Do you know where she is?”

There was a small pause.

Never ever, he experienced so much anger and disappointment in his life. His wife, a woman who was carrying their child, had willingly let Aleksandr Vorshevsky capture her in exchange for Laurent St. Pierre’s freedom.

If she had done it for her mother, he would have understood.

If she had done it for her cousins, he might have understood.

If she had done it for someone like Autumn, he might have understood.

But no.

She sacrificed herself and their baby for a Frenchie. Someone who was an enemy not a long time ago. Someone that would become an enemy in the future.

He had been let down by people in the past, but the betrayal of this magnitude was a first.

Marcello delivered to news to Alessia with a tone devoid of any kind of emotion. He could see, she was just as disappointed as he was. The look they exchanged was saying “turns out, none of us really knew her.”

“I’ll gather our loyalists, so will Dante,” he told Alessia, “but I have one condition: if I see even one French-speaking asshole, my men will leave and so will I.” 

Alessia agreed.

He called his father and Dante and within a few hours, Valence was overflowing with Lommazzo and Salerno loyalists. No long-term strategy, no fear for the repercussion, just a straight-on action.

Was there a risk Aleksandr would hurt Ronnie if he caught wind of the attack? Probably. Would he kill her? Definitely not. She was the only leverage he had.

But Veronika’s mistake was an unforgivable one and if he had to choose between her getting hurt and baby being lost, he knew what he was going to do.

That night, the streets of Launceston bled red. On both sides, many lives were lost.

Injured and exhausted, he sat beside Veronika’s hospital bed and spoke the words he never imagine he would.

“I promised to take care of you and the baby. And I will. No more trips to New York until Nathan is born. God knows you can’t be trusted to be left alone,” Marcello scoffed, “as soon as he’s old enough to travel, I’m taking him and leaving. If you will have the nerve to fight it, go ahead. I’d love to hear your case in court. “Mother who endangered the life of her unborn child so her former fuck buddy could walk free.” Cherish these last months of pregnancy while you can,” he rose to his feet, “oh, don’t worry, you can visit him on weekends, under supervision. I’m not a fucking monster, unlike you.”

Then he slammed the door behind Veronika, their love, and their marriage.