#Scenes of Betty doing things she's scared of and then getting that reassurance knowing she's always been capable of those things

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Ok my sins are keeping me up late at night so of course I'm going to post about ysblf. I am not a fic writer, actually I'm not a writer of any kind other than bad, but I really wish I could come up with a storyline in which Armando and Betty develop a somewhat healthy relationship, or at least one in which they get together without having gone through the ordeal of seducing/getting used. I will love reading your ideas, even fanfic recs if you know any. My own theory will be in the tags

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Maybe a monster

Pairing: Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline

Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof

Summary: In an alternate universe where Simon Petrikov turned into a vampire before the mushroom war, things swiftly turn bad. Even Betty had limits, but she did her best to help him.

As the end of the world approaches, Simon is now caring for young Marceline.

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Swearing

One fucking drop of human blood on his tongue and now he can’t drink animal blood anymore. It has been a struggle returning to the animal blood that he had always used. It’s so cold… disgusting… it makes him feel weak and gross. But he has to go back to it though.

If only he wouldn't throw it up every time he drinks it.

He has spent some quality time kneeled over the porcelain bowl of a toilet as he violently throws up all of the contents of his stomach. And God, he was exhausted.

It sucks, but he can't get used to human blood. Won’t get used to it. But he needed blood that actually satisfies him.

Human blood.

No. 

He needs to stick with animal blood, even if he wants something else.

He got up and slapped water on his face and then stared into his own eyes. Those cold, black eyes. They revealed no emotion, just like always. Was he a monster? Betty always tell him that he isn't.

He gripped his head, and suddenly everything became to bright and too loud and too much. The rushing water, it was like it was in his ears, in his brain. The hunger pangs are resounding through his stomach. Then he gripped the brim of the sink, focusing on his thoughts and he closed his eyes. He felt her scent of blood as she entered the room. He opend his eyes and glanced at his reflection, and there she was, staring back at him.

"The bathroom looks like a crime scene."

"I know" he scoffed

"You're unwell." She pointed out

And at that he didn't respond.

She sighed and went closer to him and he stiffened immediately "Let me help you Simon."

"No. You're not helping me like this."

“We both know you need human blood. Just this one time and when—“ Simon interrupted her “I said no.”

“What if you lose control when you’re having a interview or a seminar?” Betty asked trying to reach out to him but he stepped back “I won’t.”

“You—can’t be sure.”

“And if I drink from you, you really think you’re going to be fine afterwards? I can’t do this to you Betty. I can’t hurt you.”

“And I don’t care Simon, you need it.”

Simon's internal struggle was tearing him apart. He knew that he shouldn't drink blood from Betty, but the relentless craving had driven him to the brink. He desperately wanted it, craved the warmth of her blood coursing through his veins.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" His voice was laced thick with worry and desire.

She was nestled comfortably under him on his bed, his form encompassing her and she was stroking his black hair.

"I told you, I want to help you. I thought I've made it clear I'm not scared of you." Betty replied defiantly.

"You should be." His voice rumbled deep in his throat.

Betty looked up into his eyes. They were different, more predatory.

He didn't meet her gaze.

"If I gain a taste for your blood, do not let me feed from you whenever the desire takes hold. Please."

"I promise." Betty smiled tenderly, bringing her hand up to delicately frame his face.

He closed his eyes, and leaned into her hand slightly. After a moment he opened his eyes and licked his lips. "This will hurt Betty, but I will try to be quick about it."

He leaned down, hovering over her exposed neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. Betty wrapped her arms around him, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, his fangs pierced her flesh, digging in deep. She gasped in pain and tightened her grip on his shirt. Simon cupped his hand under her head in reassurance. She exhaled as the pain settled in and let herself relax into Simon's embrace.

He really was trying to be gentle... but Betty's blood was so sweet... he forced himself to drink it slowly, tasting every drop thoroughly. Betty's breath came in short, enticing gasps. It made his heart tighten with desire. He wanted her, all of her, to be his.

She could feel how tenderly he was treating her, comforting her with soft squeezes every time she gasped but it still hurted like hell. He had it under control, but it still leaked through in his eyes.

His hunger soon satiated and he felt amazing.

Betty gasped as Simon's fangs suddenly slid out of her. He licked at the wound, catching stray droplets of blood with his tongue and cleaning it. He sat up then, his face flushed and his lips covered in her blood. He was panting, his eyes half-lidded. She tried to stay still, unsure of what to do as she tried not to cry anymore. His eyes widened suddenly and he looked away, covering his mouth with his hand as if in shame. He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed. He wiped his mouth, her blood staining the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry." He broke the silence.

He turned his head to look at her. He shouldn't have agreed to this.

"Betty, darling," he uttered gently. She started hiccuping, shoulders rocking back and forth. Simon encouraged her to control her breathing. She held onto him as if for dear life.

He wiped away her tears with his thumbs. New ones came quickly to replace them. A dull heartache weighed heavy in his chest.

"My love," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have—I shouldn't." he choked on his words.

"No." She shook her head "Don't say that. I helped you. That's important."

"No, I promise you I won't do this again. I promise you." he took ahold of her hands

"I would let you bite me again in a heartbeat." her cries were beginning to settle "I would do anything for you, no matter the cost." he frowned at her.

He gently pressed his forehead onto hers, and both of them closed their eyes. "You're too good for me"

He suddenly woke up from a dream, one that had haunted him for months. It was the same dream, the one where he had bitten Betty for the first time. It was like he could still feel the sweet taste of her blood, even if it was just a dream.

“Fuck," Simon muttered under his breath, his hand trembling as he touched his forehead. His heart always ached after dreaming of Betty or just thinking of her. The guilt of what he had become, what he had done to her, weighed heavily on his soul.

He glanced over at Marceline, relieved to see that she was still peacefully sleeping. His little Marcy. She was the one bright spot in his dark existence, the reason he held on to his humanity.

They have been together for just 2 months, but she had already captured his whole heart. She was too precious for this fucked up world. They had recently taken refuge in an abandoned building, the tattered remnants of a world that had once been so vibrant. Simon had draped his familiar black cloak over Marceline, creating a makeshift bed for her, while he sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye over their sanctuary. The room was filled with a haunting silence, broken only by the soft sounds of Marceline's peaceful sleep. Simon had grown used to the quiet of this new world, but his thoughts were never silent, always plagued by memories and regrets.

Simon sighed deeply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The memories of Betty were a double-edged sword, a reminder of the love he had lost and the monster he had become. He wished he could forget, but he couldn't escape the past.

Gently, he adjusted his cloak, making sure Marceline was still covered, before settling back into his vigil. He couldn't change the past, but he could protect the future, and that meant keeping Marceline safe from the darkness that had consumed him and the world.

Notes: I’m trying to make this a series but we’ll see how this will go.

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Day Three/ Prompt One: Not What It Looks Like (Genre: Romantic Comedy) 

Don’t think about it, Jughead, he tells himself, watching Betty’s small and delicate hand reaching for the popcorn. Do not go there, not again. 

The first time it’d happened, it’d been on his 15th birthday and thank goodness for Archie’s inability to notice much of anything that didn’t involve him because otherwise he would have had to die on the spot. 

And then you’d have missed this, he thinks, glancing at Betty from the corner of his eye, engrossed in the monster movie playing on the screen. 

He can’t help but remember the fantasy that had played out the year before, sitting almost in the same seat next to Archie instead. 

Her hair would be down when he picked her up, her lips shiny with something he wanted to kiss off. Hello Juggie, she’d say with a smile before bouncing down the porch steps to meet him. Happy Birthday! would have been the next thing to leave her mouth before handing him a book shaped present. 

He doesn’t know what he would have said, something smooth and unencumbered by the fact that he’s almost sure his tongue would have been stuck to the roof of his mouth. She’d laugh at how clever he is and slip her arm through his while he tells her that she didn’t need to get him a gift. 

Of course I did, she’d exclaim, pressing herself against his arm. You’re my boyfriend! And she wouldn’t let go until they got to the theater, with her offering to help carry the drink they’d share. 

And they would share. Because he’d have been kissing her on a regular basis. Something he’d been looking forward to since he understood what kissing was and why you did it. She’d walk in front of him and he’d be a gentleman and only sneak one peek at the back of the tight jeans she was wearing, because knocking over your girlfriend (girlfriend!) isn’t something good boyfriends do. 

He’d be a good boyfriend, Jughead was sure. He’d watched Archie. He knew what not to do by now. 

Fantasy Betty would bite her lip and lean into him, burying her face into his neck at the scary parts, the way she used to do when they were kids, telling scary stories in Archie’s treehouse. The little whimper that would escape her would have him putting an arm around her, pulling her closer over the old theater seats. 

Are you okay? he’d ask, whispering it in her ear, feeling her shiver against him. 

She’d nod and lay her head on his shoulder, reaching for the popcorn on his lap but a jump scare gets her and she knocks the cardboard bucket right off his lap. 

Gasping, she’d turn those big green eyes on him, lit up by the scene on the screen, a hand covering her mouth. With an apology on her lips, he’d stop her, telling her it’s not a big deal, that they still had candy. He knows she’d feel guilty, because she knows he loves movie theater popcorn and is worrying about leaving it until the end of the movie to be cleaned up. He’d reassure her it was fine, put his arm back around her shoulder, kissing her temple before settling in to watch the rest of the movie. 

She’d get comfortable again, forget about the popcorn incident and reach her small and delicate hand for where she thought the bright yellow bucket still was and…

“Jug?” Betty asks, pulling him out of reliving his fantasy. 

“Yeah?” he says, looking over at her with a quick smile. “What’s up?” 

“Is there something I should know?” she questions, staring at his lap. “No judgment, but, if this is something that—” 

“What?” he cuts her off, confused, following her stare. His very own popcorn bucket had betrayed him and started to tilt forward with his ill-timed fantasy thoughts. Flushing hotly, he clutches the tub before stammering out, “It’s not what it looks like!” 

“You’re not turned on by a horror movie?” She worries her bottom lip with her teeth, obviously trying to find the right words. “Then what…?” 

“You,” he blurts, eyes wide. “I was thinking about you.” 

If the smile she gives him is the exact same smile he remembers from his fantasy, well, he’ll tell her later when they’re somewhere more private.

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {4/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap

Word Count: 1893

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The holiday became a whole lot less fun overnight. Originally it was meant to be a break for Peter, away from being a superhero, away from avenging, away from all his responsibilities. But, like always, some otherworldly being came and fucked that all up for him. And Peter was supposed to confess his feelings for her in some romantic candle-lit restaurant in Venice, or at the top of the Eiffel Tower. But Beck came along, swept her off her feet and fucked that all up for him. Even though Fury had said he didn’t have to join the mission, Peter knew, in the back of his head, that some way or somehow he would get dragged into the situation again. There would be another world-ending threat that would inevitably pop up in another city, one that Peter couldn’t ignore.

The two of them returned from Fury’s base in the early hours of the morning. She was incredibly giddy, a grin plastered across her face for the whole journey. He’d seen her get like this before, the time her 8th-grade crush asked her to the winter dance, or when Peter scored them tickets to a Star Wars premiere. It was the most beautiful expression Peter could ever be graced with - when he caused it he felt on top of the world, when another guy caused it he fell into a pit of jealousy. He tried his best to be happy for her, she was over the moon, Beck seemed like a good guy. He didn’t control her, he had no right to dictate who she could and couldn’t date. But he just couldn’t, he could never feel content if she was with someone else. So he let her talk about this perfect guy, acknowledging her ramblings just enough to not be rude: because that’s what a best friend does. And he’d rather be her friend than be nothing at all.

“Are you sure you’re good?” Peter asked Ned the next morning as they waited for the bus.

“Seriously, don’t worry, getting tranqued by Nick Fury is probably the coolest thing to ever happen to me.” Ned reassured him, way too positive about getting knocked out. Peter laughed nervously at his response.

“I’m just happy I don’t have to go to Prague.” Peter said as they absentmindedly did their handshake.

“Good news,” Mr Harrington said, bursting out of the hotel door, “we’re going to Prague.” He announced.

“Prague?” Peter asked, along with a few of the other students. Of course Fury would interfere.

“Yeah, tour company upgraded us. You should've heard me on the phone with them. I really gave them hell. All I heard was crying.” The teacher continued as a much bigger, sleeker black bus turned the corner. “Look, our upgraded ride.”

“Peter, what’s going on?”

“I think Nick Fury just hijacked our vacation.” One of the agents Peter saw last night stood outside the bus, purposely ignoring Mr Harrington’s feeble attempts at an introduction.

Once the group was on the bus Peter pulled out the case Fury gave him the night before. He opened it to reveal a pair of glasses, identical to the ones Mr Stark used to wear. Peter stared at them, unsure whether to feel happy at the sight of them or to burst into tears over his late-mentor. A note on the front read ‘For the next Tony Stark, say EDITH’. He read it aloud as he placed them on his face.

“Stand by for a retinal and biometric scan.” The glasses lit up. Peter watched curiously as a model of his face appeared in front of his eyes. “Scan accepted.”

“Hello?” Peter asked, a series of questions filling his head.

“Hello, Peter. I am EDITH, Tony Stark's augmented-reality security and defence system. I have access to all of Tony's protocols.” The AI explained.

“Cool.” Really Peter, he thought to himself, even with all the questions spirling in his mind all he could say was cool.

“Would you like to see what I can do? EDITH stands for “Even dead, I’m the hero.” Tony loves his acronyms.”

“Yeah, he did.” Peter laughed affectionately. At least he could have this link to the late, great Iron Man.

“I have access to the entire Stark Global Security network including multiple defence satellites as well as back doors to all major telecommunication networks.” She continued to fill him in. Peter glanced around the bus, multiple views of people’s phone screens popping up. It ranged from students begging their parents for more money to Mr Dell searching up witchcraft. So much for science professors.

“Is she texting Beck?” Peter asked before he fully realised what he was saying, “no, no, that wrong.” He said, sinking down into his seat. He had to respect her potential relationship, no matter how much it pained him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Betty and Ned sat next to each other, repeatedly texting ‘I miss you’ to each other. He grimaced at how completely cliche they were. The bus soon pulled into a village centre, allowing a quick toilet break. Flash left first, filming a video as he continued his attempts for insta fame. Peter got off last, only being able to step off the bus before he was stopped and instructed to go into a building opposite from him. Inside stood a tall blonde woman dressed near-identically to the agent driving their bus.

“Hi, I’m Peter.” He introduced himself nervously.

“Close the door.” She said firmly, her Eastern-European accent thick. He turned, immediately obeying her, honestly slightly intimidated by her. “Take off your clothes.”

“Excuse me.” Not exactly where he had expected that to go.

“You told Fury Spider-Man cannot be seen in Europe. So I made you this, another suit.” She handed him an all-black suit.

“Um, thanks. I’m sure it fits fine.” He replied awkwardly.

“Take off your clothes.” She said bluntly.

“Okay,” He whispered, unzipping his pants and pulling them down, “this is embarrassing.” He tried to alleviate some of the tension. Suddenly Flash walked into the building. His face went pale, scared he would assume the worst.

“Damn Parker, you got a hooker, didn’t think you had it in you.” Flash joked, taking a picture of the scene in front of him before walking back outside. The woman pulls out a gun, aiming it carefully at the back of Flash’s head.

“No, no, no, please don’t shoot,” Peter said in a panic as he made the agent lower her gun. “I’ll sort it out.” He grabbed the new suit, and ran out of the building, pulling his pants back up as he did so. “Flash, Flash, stop!”

“Honestly Parker, I can’t tell if I should make fun of you or congratulate you. That takes a lot of balls.” He continued to laugh.

“That, that wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Then what was it?” Peter opened his mouth, attempting to respond, but nothing came out. He ended up opening it and closing it over and over again, looking like some fish stuck on the land.

“Exactly.” Flash replied, walking towards the bus, “Wait,” he turned back, a smirk on his face, “What do you think she’d think about this?”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked cautiously.

“That her best friend, little Penis Parker, is secretly a perv.” Flash smiled as somehow more colour drained from his face. “Bet she’d love that.” He said, stepping onto the bus. Peter panicked, running back to his seat and shoving EDITH onto his face.

“Hey Peter, how can I help you?” Peter began to mumble an explanation, “I’m having difficulty hearing.” EDITH responded.

“There’s this guy, Flash Thompson, he’s got this photo of me and -”

“Is Flash Thompson a target?”

“A target?” Peter turned to see Flash, he had the picture up, ready to send the photo to the rest of his class. He knew he could tell her the truth about the situation, she’d understand, but still, he wanted to keep her from seeing it. “Yeah, he’s a target.”

“Target confirmed, initiating strike.”

“Initiating what now?” Peter asked, sitting up slightly straighter in his seat. Peter watched a map appear in front of his eyes showing an attack drone being released from a Stark satellite. “Shit.” He immediately stood up, out of his seat. He made his way over to where Flash was sat, all while keeping an eye on the ever-nearing drone.

“Cool glasses Parker,” Flash said, grabbing them off Peter’s face, “when d’you become so rich.”

“Flash, please, give ‘em back.” Peter went to take them back but Flash kept batting his hands away. “Flash, I’m serious.” He said, going for Flash’s face, accidentally knocking him out in the process. Peter stepped back, shocked. Sometimes he forgot his own strength. He brushed it off, sliding the glasses back onto his face. “I’m so sorry, EDITH don’t kill Flash.”

“Peter do you want me to call off the drone strike on Flash.” The AI asked.

“Did you just punch Flash?” A classmate asked at the same time.

“No.” Peter answered quickly. But EDITH had mistaken that for him answering her question.

“He’s knocked out.” Another shouted.

“Look, baby mountain goats.” Peter pointed out the window, successfully distracting the group. As the drone went to fire Peter jumped up, pushing through the roof window, shooting his webs out. Luckily for him enough were caught on the drone to disable it, making it crash down the mountain beside them. He landed, terrified anyone saw what he’d just done and how close he’d come to killing a classmate.

“Peter, I know you think we haven’t noticed,” Betty began causing Peter’s eyes to widen, “but your new look, I love it. Right babe?”

“Yeah, it’s super classy.” Ned agreed. Peter let out a sigh of relief, collapsing into a seat next to his other best friend.

“What the hell was that?” She scolded him before he could properly relax.

“I may or may not have almost killed Flash.” He was slightly worried that he had pissed her off as she continued to stare dumbfoundedly at him. Soon he was reassured by her bursting out laughing.

“You’re a fucking idiot Peter.”

“Well, you know -”

“No, no, you are genuinely the biggest dumbass I’ve ever met. How did you ever do that?”

“Um, these,” He took off the glasses, handing them to her, “they’re what Mr Stark gave me. Turns out saying someone's target sets a military level drones on them.” She couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m sure he’d be real proud of me.”

“Don’t,” Her voice turned more serious, “he obviously trusted and believed in you so much. And he’s hardly someone who never made mistakes. He’s the least perfect avenger, and still, he achieved more than anyone else in the world could even dream of. He would’ve expected to make hundreds of mistake and fuck up time and time again. But he wouldn’t have given you these if he think you could clean up all those messes.”

“Thanks.” He whispered a slight confidence boost after that little speech.

“I’m serious,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder, “you’re pretty fucking awesome Parker.” And there was the ego boost. They stayed there in comfortable silence for a while, both perfectly content. Not long after she began to uncontrollably laugh again. “You almost killed Flash fucking Thompson.”

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Barchie Theories

I’ve had a few days to mull it all over so I figured I’d post some of the theories I have for what might happen next for Barchie. I’ve got a few theories, some I think are more likely than others. They are all based on the promo and pics that have been released. The only clue we really got from the summary was that Archie and Betty are going to be contemplating their next steps which doesn’t give us a whole lot of information but does tell us that they will at least be trying to decide what they are going to do about the kiss. We can deduce more from the promo stills that were released but obviously they are all out of context. As I said I’ve got a couple of theories and they depend entirely on which order the stills happen in the episode. 

Theory 1 

Ok so theory one I think is a popular theory at the moment which I do think is very likely and it happens if the events shown in this picture 

happen earlier in the episode than the events in this one.

In this theory I think the episode will start out with Barchie already in the bunker, like it’ll be the opening shot or at least the first time we see them both. This is when we’ll get that shot from the promo where Betty will ask what they are doing, to which Archie will reply that he doesn’t know but it’s nice. I think we’ll then get a flashback to this. 

I then think it will cut back to them and Betty will ask ‘what are we going to do?’. The next time we’ll see Barchie will be when they are away from each other. I think they will both be contemplating things and I think we will get more flashbacks with both of them thinking back on their relationship. I also think this will be when Archie writes Betty a song. He will then call her up and ask her to come to the bunker and he’ll sing the song for her. I think this will be a really sweet and emotional moment. I think it’ll be very reminiscent of the scene in season 1 when Archie plays for Betty, Kevin and Veronica and Betty has to run off because she’s so overcome with emotion. I do think that Archie will stop Betty from leaving and tell her he wants to be with her and that they should tell Veronica and Jugead. This will cause a disagreement between them as Betty who was really hurt by him in the past will be more reluctant to risk her heart by giving them a chance now. I also think Betty feels very stable in her relationship with Jughead and doesn’t want to disrupt that, she feels safe with him and I do think she still loves and cares for him, her feelings for Archie hasn’t changed that. I also feel like while Archie is very impulsive Betty is a lot more think before you act. I do think Archie is going to have to fight for her. But I also think that Archie unlike Betty has already made up his mind that he wants to be with Betty. After the argument Betty will leave before later telling him that she doesn’t want anything to change between the four of them and to just forget what happened. This will leave Archie pining after Betty like Betty was after him in season 1. In the last episode of the season it’ll somehow be revealed that they kissed, whether it’s through a videotape being left or shown or by someone catching them. That’ll be the cliffhanger for the season. 

Theory 2 

Ok so that’s theory one but what if we rearrange things. What if we say that actually the picture where they seem to be disagreeing happens before the one where they are together on the bed. It is possible that when we start out the episode it quickly becomes painfully obvious that Betty has been actively avoiding Archie since the kiss. As I’ve said before I do think that Archie wants to be with Betty and wants to be with her now and so he’s getting really frustrated and upset that she doesn’t want to talk to him. Again this will be similar to how it was in season 1 when Archie was really struggling with Betty not wanting to talk to him. Archie realises that after rejecting her before that he really needs to do something to prove that he is sincere and that he means it when he says he wants to be with her. So this is when he writes her a song it’s likely that we’ll see some flashbacks to their childhood when he is writing it. He then texts her to meet him in the bunker. Cue a scene where we have Archie lighting all the candles and getting everything ready and then pacing around restlessly worrying that she might not come but praying that she will as it gets later and later. Then just when you (and Archie) don’t think she’s going to show, in walks Betty. I then think it’ll play out the same as in theory one. Archie will sing the song, Betty will get overwhelmed, Archie will tell her he wants to be with her, I also think he might tell her he loves her, they’ll disagree and Betty will leave. However in this theory this isn’t where it ends. I think after leaving it’ll be Betty who has flashbacks this time as she remembers all the good memories she had with him and how much she loved him all those years, she’ll again feel overwhelmed and will go down to the bunker to be alone and get some space to think. Archie who has spent the day absolutely miserable because he thinks he’s lost any chance of being with Betty is thinking the same thing, that he just needs some alone time. So he too goes to the bunker and finds Betty there. They share an intense look and without speaking Archie comes and lays on the bed next to her and we get the scene from the promo. The fact that this was the only scene in the promo makes me think its a really important scene. It’ll then fade into the flashback of them laying on the floor. One thing I am certain of is that those two scenes will follow each other. When it comes back to current Barchie I think this will be when Betty realises that she still loves him the same now as she did back then and that she can’t deny her feelings anymore. Maybe Barchie then share a kiss. While staring deeply into each others eyes Betty will say something intense and profound like ‘Everything is going to change you know.’ Archie will say, ‘I know.’ Then the last line of the episode will be Betty saying ‘I love you.’ Fade to black. This is my favourite theory to be honest but being a Barchie shipper I am biased. I’m not sure how likely it is to happen but I do think its a good possibility. But then we’ve been baited with Barchie so much in the past that reining in my expectations is my kinda of go to. But I also feel like after all the hints over the seasons and all the build up there needs to be some kind of pay off and well I like to be optimistic so you never know.  

Theory 3

Ok so another reshuffle lets get crazy and say that this scene that shows Betty looking very overwhelmed and upset

actually happens before this one where Archie sings her the song.

I mean what if we are interpreting it all wrong? What if they aren’t disagreeing at all?  Lets say that right before this scene Jughead has just told/ shown Betty the video of the guy in the Jughead mask being bludgeoned to death by the woman in the Betty mask. Maybe Barchie had already arranged to meet but right before she leaves Jughead lets her in on this awful new piece of information. So when Betty gets to the bunker she is in full freak out mode about it, understandably. She’s not arguing with him but explaining about the video tape. In this picture here Betty looks really sad and worried more than angry to me. 

 She also appears to be standing as oppose to sitting as far as I can tell so I don’t think its her reacting to the song while Archie is playing it. I think this might be where Archie is telling her to take a few deep breaths and calm down and here she’s actively trying to get herself back together. I then think Archie will try to cheer her up by singing her the song in the same way that Betty tried to cheer Archie up last episode by suggesting they rehearse. Using music as a way to take their worries off their minds for a moment. Part of the reason why I think this is because if you look at their faces while Archie is singing they are both smiling. 

This picture here for example could be Archie gving Betty a reassuring or comforting smile. By some miracle maybe we don’t get an episode where one or the other is doubting their feelings, maybe its just full of really nice moments where they talk openly and honestly with each other and accept that they have feelings for each other and that they should be together but that with all the craziness going on elsewhere in the episode, because I feel like from the summary that Jughead and Veronica aren’t going to be around Betty and Archie much, they don’t get the chance to come clean to Jughead and Veronica but by the end of the episode they have both agreed that the right thing to do is to come clean and for them to be together. Yeah I know living in a dream world but dreams are important guys is what makes life tolerable.

Another theory I had is very similar to this one which is why I’m just going to put it in with it. Same kinda thing but instead of Betty freaking out because she found out about the video Jughead saw, it’s because they themselves recieved a videotape, of them kissing in Archie’s garage. I feel like whoever the new bad guy is they wanted Jughead to see that video. They wanted him to feel scared and threatened. In the same way I think that they might try and do the same thing to Betty and Archie. Letting them know that they were being watched and that this person knows their secret. Maybe they are having a little disagreement about whether to tell Jughead and Veronica about the kiss before the bad guy does. 

Out of the three theories, while I do think this one could be possible I think its the less likely one. I feel like Jughead might not tell Betty in the next episode about the video tape. They were arguing last episode and he might not want to upset her with it. But I could be totally wrong afterall sometimes dreams really do come true. 

The Flashback Theories

So these ones aren’t really about where I think Barchie will go from here but they were bopping around in my head so I figured why not mention them. So this is in regards to the flashback of them laying on the floor holding hands. There were actually two pictures of it going around. 

I did see some people talking about this, but if you play a game of spot the difference there is a very obvious change between the pictures. While the poses are the same and it looks like the same scene they are wearing completely different clothing. Now you could say that the reason for this is simply that they reshot the scene with them wearing clothes that were more similar to the scene with current Barchie. I mean you can’t deny the clothes are nearly identical. Lil Betty has on a longsleeved pink top under denim dungarees. Older Betty has on a pink long sleeved top with a denim dungaree style dress. Lil Archie is wearing a dark blue long sleeved top with dark jeans and older Archie is also in a blue top and black jacket with dark jeans. I do think this was done very deliberately so that the fade between the two scenes would work better but also to draw a parallel between the two scenes. So yes you could say that the scene was reshot. However I have another theory and it’s based off that scene when Archie gave Betty a really thoughtful secret santa. It was a read along record that Betty commented they used to listen to all the time. This made me think that this listening to records happened on multiple occasions and that it was a common thing for them to do back then. In the flashback pictures it is shown that they are listening to records. Which makes me think that they are actually wearing different clothes because they are from two different scenes. I actually think its possible we’re going to get a montage of lil Barchie and it’ll show us that Barchie used to lie on the floor like this holding hands often and that it was sort of their thing, it was a Barchie thing.

Betty Burns Her Diaries Theories.

So this is obviously about this picture. 

 It seems like Betty will be burning all her diaries. Again there’s a couple of theories on why she might be doing this. Again the most common theory I’ve seen going around is that Betty is tryng to burn away her feelings for Archie. I do think this a pretty good theory. But again I do have another one. We are making the assumption that her burning the diaries has something to do with Barchie. It might not though. I mean I don’t know when this scene takes place whether its in this episode or the one after. But what we do now is that its their final year at high school. They are coming up for some big changes in their lifes and its a time of transition for them. I actually think Betty could just be burning the diaries as a way of saying goodbye to the old her and preparing herself to embrace a new start as she moves onto the next stage of her life. I mean think about it, they’ve not exactly had the best of times in Riverdale, alot of bad things has happened to them over the years it could just be that Betty wants to let all the memories of those bad things go and move on from them. Part of the reason why I think this is because of the accompanying picture of Archie where he is at his Father’s grave. I can’t really see how this would be related to Barchie really unless he’s talking it all through with his dad as a way of making snese of it all. But the two scenes do give me similar vibes. I do think Archie is going through the same process. This chapter of his life is drawing to a close and he’s reflecting on the things he’s leaving behind, the things he’s lost and that’s taken him to his Father’s grave. I think we’ll get similar scenes with the other characters as well as we see them beginning to reflect. The future is looming and they are all saying goodbye to their pasts as a way of preparing for the future. I actually think this is most likely what they are going to be going for in this scene, after all as much as the show is about murder mysteries and all that it’s also about the teenagers at the center of the story. The only other reason I could think of other than the two already mentioned, for her burning her diaries is that there is some information in them that the new bad guy might try and use to blackmail them, so she burns them to get rid of the evidence but I’m not confident on that theory. Anyway thats it for now. Don’t know about you guys but I’m really looking forward to the next episode. 

[bowieandqueen11]

Abyss / Losers Club Angst

Reader: May I ask for a adult losers imagine where the reader has passed like stan and the losers are down in the sewers after that scene with spider stan and the reader comes back and she’s spooky looking maybe her eyes glow like pennywise and she’s the one that drags bev underwater or something? Like what your version of what the extended scene would be like but with the reader? 🥰 thank you 

OOF BIG OOF - I’ve written something like this before, so I hope you don’t mind my reworking it! <3

Richie wished, with all his heart, that you never had to smell the stench of this place again.

When the Losers finally arrive into the depths of the sewer, Mike and Bill leading the way as everyone else trailed so slowly, so unsure, behind them, that’s when he finally allowed his heart to sink.

This was real. This was actually happening. He's no longer thirteen, he no longer has an excuse, a way out, a way to forget this. He either dies here, or he dies out there.

‘I wish Y/n was here too. I could sure use someone who appreciates my humour right now.’

‘Yeah...she sure would have made us laugh, huh’, Bev replies as she places a hand on Richie’s back and guides him forward into the darkness.

The water the gang jumps down into is a turbid brown, the colour of sewage, or as Eddie fondly calls out again,

‘It’s still the same old fucking grey water.’

Branches have been blow in by the storm, and Eddie gags a little, pressing a fist up into his mouth as Richie wades through with his arms up to walk next to him, raising his eyebrows as he wraps one arm around his shoulders. The two of them stop the train for a moment to watch a small, glittery pink shoe swirl pass, like a relic from a time long forgotten as it floats by without a ripple.

‘Was that- was that Betty Rip-’

‘Don’t think about it Bev’, Ben whispers, his thumb trying to tenderly stroke against the goosebumps that flash painfully against her arm, but his grip is tighter than he realises and he ends up digging in a small welt. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does: harshly, more like mini vortexes. Richie swears softly as Eddie bumps into him, loud ‘ah-ah, nope nope nope’s escaping his mouth as a half chewed teddy bear floats by his chest.

‘Come on guys, we need to get out of the water, it’s n-not f-far now.’

‘Is that supposed to reassure us?’, Richie whispers with a sigh, slapping his wet leg up onto the jagged stone mound as Eddie reaches down to help him up, his flashlight bouncing around on his head and illuminating different patches of the water in a shimmering light that reminds Bev of-

the deadlights.

Sensing her hesitation as the two of them finally start approaching the giant wall of rock where Eddie and Richie stand, brushing each other off with grimaced faces, Ben slowly turns around and pulls Bev slowly to him, wrapping his arms around her. 

‘I can’t do this Ben, not again, not after last time. What I saw-I saw-’

Her voice trailed out as she saw two bright eyes bobbing in the darkness behind Ben. It took her only a fraction of a second to shove him out of the way, her jaw slack and eyes already filling with unshed tears.

Your wide open eyes reflected everything and saw nothing. Behind them was something more intense than normal thought; Bev had never seen you look that way, your eyes had a deadness, a stillness. Her friend who had laughed often, the one who was everyone's friend had developed a hardness. It was as if Bev could read everything you blamed her for in for in one extended glare and forgiveness wasn't an option anymore. Perhaps if she’d been able to save you... 

In the empty scream that follows is the pain of the indifferent, of a monster whose soul was sold for ease and instead hell found. It can wrap itself in beautiful skin or the rancid hide of the decaying creatures of the abyss, but it still was the clown. Still Pennywise.

In a split second, it had torn Bev from Ben’s grasp and dragged her down into the depths with you.

Darkness enveloped her. The water closed in around, filling her with a deep dread as she kicked out against your knobbly arms and screamed against the claws that dug into her cheek and left bubbling scratches. Red and black splotches danced in front of her as she gave you one final desperate kick in the shin, wiggling out of your grasp as a desperate hot wave enveloped her, warming even her frosted toes.  

She begins to fall, dropping further and further into the darkness until it threatens to swallow her whole.

Ben knows he’s scared when those old fears run through my head, when he hears the taunting laughter of years past, when he was the ‘fat kid’ and punchline of teenage jokes. He knows he’s scared when these bad memories cut loose their chains and invade his confidence, eroding the person he had built since those dark days.

But this time was so much worse.

The adrenaline flew over his veins like licks of fire, but he couldn’t move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralysed him, and the more he thought about losing Beverly, the more he thought each straggling breathe he pulled in as he dipped his head up above the water would be his last. He didn’t remember being that scared in his life.

He barely even hears Richie shout. ‘WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK! NOT LIKE THAT!’

The rest of the group jump in after you with desperate cries, not one of them caring in the smallest bit for their safety as their stomachs and heads hit against the cold with tumultuous crashes and wake Ben from his nightmare, his own head being pulled down by his brain to desperately search for the two of you in the darkness. Even Eddie dipped his legs in, not really swimming to search for you so much as drowning slowly. Every few strokes he was swallowing the shitty water and within metres he was fully submerged, the light dying out with him.

As the two of you break out of the water, Ben taking in a massive, gasping breathe, his shouts echo around the cavernous walls as the other’s begin to rise up one by one with shaking cries.

‘She’s here! She’s here, I’ve got her! I’ve got you.’

The rest of the Losers Club climb back onto the rocks, huddling together as Bev shakes slightly in their grasp, desperately grabbing onto each other’s arms and holding themselves against each other’s back as Eddie’s light is the only thing bouncing still around the darkness. They pretend, as he shuts his eyes, that they don’t see your footless body floating downstream in the water, your eyes swollen and empty as you look up at the dark sky, but a stretched smile cutting into your face as you sink under.

[riverdalewriter]

Greendale to Riverdale |Ch. 3| {J.J x Reader Imagine}

Word count: 2,513

Character count: 12,733

Y/N = Your Name

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

Summary: A new one comes to town and quickly befriends the core four, plus Kevin. They are welcomed to this town, no one bothers them and they trust their friends. They are loving their new home, but soon their Mother gets in trouble, and everything comes tumbling down from there.

WARNINGS: There are triggers in this piece, such as sexual assault, suicidal thoughts, memory loss and then getting it back in pieces but they are awful. There will be some things written in detail, but not all. I am being mindful of people who have been through this or something similar to this. So please, do read this with caution, and if you do deal with this stuff I am deeply sorry. No one should have to go through this.

Author’s Note: This one is weird, it’s season 1 and 2 merged together. Hope you like it. This one is longer than the others.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

I wake up the next morning, feeling like I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to even open my eyes, it feels nice to still be sleeping, to keep dreaming and not have to wake up to the real world. But that quickly ends when my Mother draws open the curtains. When I open my eyes I quickly cover them with my blanket, but she takes it out of my hands.

“Come on Mother, it is too early for this.”

“It’s Thursday, you have school, so therefore you have to wake up. Now get ready for school. You know I haven’t seen Jughead since Monday night, you should invite him over more often, he’s one of the good ones,” she winks at me and smiles. I smile back, knowing what she is implying and acknowledging she is right.

“But can’t I stay home? I really don’t feel so good and I had a really hard time sleeping last night. I woke up what felt like every hour,” I give her the puppy dog eyes, knowing she will give in.

“Sorry sweetie, that doesn’t work on me anymore. You have to go to school today, that’s the law,” She gives me a sympathetic look. I just nod my head and she leaves. I get ready, with some effort. The last few days have been the worst ever. I haven’t been feeling myself lately. I’m always tired, having no motivation, no energy, and always wanting to sleep. I just don’t understand. Nothing significant has caused this to happen, at least nothing that I can remember. I am missing a few hours from Tuesday and Wednesday my whole body was sore, especially my legs. There are some bruises too.

“Sweetie, Jughead is here. He says he’s going to walk you to school,” shouts my Mother from the kitchen.

“Okay!” I shout back. I grab my backpack and phone and rush down the stairs. Jughead is there, by the door waiting for me. Once he sees me downstairs we head out the door and begin our walk to school. We have a light conversation, nothing too deep, but that’s when it hit me, my first memory from Tuesday night.

I grab onto Jughead shoulder and bend over, he stops thinking I’m going to be sick and I am, but I don’t barf. The memory is me at a party, and I’m drinking a lot, I was dancing with a guy and then he leads me up the stairs and into a bedroom, I follow him. Then he picks me up and throws me on the bed, it happened so quick it takes me a moment to register what just happened. Then he gets on top of me and takes all my clothes off. I don’t like where this is going, so I say no and fight back, but he holds me down.

That’s it that’s all I remember. I take out my phone and google what I was feeling yesterday. I fall to the ground crying out my pain. Jughead is quick and tries to pick me up, but I fall anyways. He holds me, not knowing why I was in so much pain, but knowing that I am in pain.

I continue to cry out and he continues to comfort me, trying to calm me down like he once did Monday night. Eventually, I calm down enough to say, “Jughead...I was raped.” Those four words stun him, but he never let's go, he just holds me tighter. We stay there like this on the sidewalk for a bit, knowing that we would be late for school and that the others will be wondering where we are.

Jughead lets some space in between us to say, “I am not going to leave you, not now and certainly not ever. It’s going to be okay,” he cups my face with his hand and looks into my eyes. He’s scared and worried. I can tell he cares for me, but I don’t know in what way, that is something I can’t tell.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Jughead kisses my forehead right before he stands up and brings me up with him. We start walking, I just don’t know where. I trust him to know that he would never put me in danger. But we stop and I look up to know why we stopped. We’re in front of the Sheriff’s Station. I look at Jughead, he knows I’m afraid, but I know he promised it will be okay. I nod my head signaling that I’m ready and he nods his, showing that he understands. We walk up the steps and through the doors.

That’s when I get another memory, I squeeze Jugheads hand and he knows what’s happening. One memory after another after another keep coming, it’s like as soon as I walked into the station by body released all the memories, except for who did this to me.

It was Chuck’s party, he was hosting it at his house. I was drinking and dancing with this one guy. We were flirting with each other and I was leading him on, but not for sex. I didn’t want that, I knew that from the start, but I guess my drunken self-didn’t care. I did once he threw me onto the bed and held me down when I put up a fight. I shudder and that's what brings me back into reality.

“We aren’t here to cause a scene, we’re here to file a rape,” Jughead says with determination, but there is concern laced with it. Sheriff Keller looks surprised but collects himself and takes us to a room. We sit at a table, him across from Jughead and I.  We never stop holding hands, it’s more of a reassurance and comfort thing right now. I tell Keller everything I can remember, he asks questions, I give him answers.

“Now finally, what were you wearing, we need to collect the evidence to get DNA.”

“I was wearing a white and floral romper with black lingerie. It’s all in my hamper. Once I had gotten home that night I went to my room and threw the clothes in the hamper and then washed everything off of me. My Mother hasn’t done laundry yet.”

“Okay. Now we are going to go to the hospital. A female doctor is going to do a rape kit, I and another officer are going to go to your home to inform your parents of what has happened and we are going to collect your clothing for evidence and have tests run on it. Another officer is going to take photos of your bruises for evidence as well, that will be done at the hospital as well. The school will be informed as well. Your parents will be taken to the hospital if you want anyone else to be there contact them after your parents get there.”

And with that everything is set in motion. I’m in a hospital room, on a hospital bed, the doctor does the exam and the officer take the photo. Jughead isn’t in the room at the time, I assume he is waiting for my parents to arrive. Once they are done, I put on my regular clothes and Jughead and my parents walk into the room. The officer and the doctor leave the room to give us time alone. Jughead hangs back a bit while my parents hug me. I had noticed my Mother’s eyes were red and puffy, my Father’s facial expressions were hard to read. He was always easy to read, but this time is different. They let go of me and give me time alone with Jughead.

He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me, I lean into him. We sway a bit, just kind of rocking back and forth, it’s nice. 

Jughead was the first to say something, “When you told me you had been hurt I had no idea what to think, I didn’t know what to feel either. I really care for you y/n. You mean a lot to me, even though we haven’t known each other for very long it feels like I have known you for longer than that y/n.”

“I know what you mean Jug. I feel that same way about you. Thank you Jug, for being with me the whole time. It means a lot to me, to know that I have you to get me through this,” He tenses but then relaxes. We here a knock at the door and look up to see Betty, Veronica, Archie, Cheryl, and Toni. Jughead and I let go of each other and they walk in to give a big group hug. After a few minutes, they let go and take a seat in some chairs. I look at all of them, and I can tell that they want to know, but I can’t bear to tell them. I couldn’t imagine what their facial expressions would be like if I told them everything. They know why I’m here, they just don’t know the details. I can hardly bear the news myself.

“By all of your facial expressions I can tell you want to know, but I can’t tell you everything. I can hardly handle the news myself. I am grateful that I have all of you in my life, all of your support. Thank you guys for being here with me, for me even.”

Cheryl is the first on to speak up, “Of course y/n. After what Nick tried to do with me, you were there as well, helping me and being there for me. I wanted to do the same for you,” she smiles at me and hugs me once more.

“When I say that you are our friend and that we will always be here for you, I speak for everyone. We may have not known you for very long, but we are your friends,” says Veronica, everyone nods their heads in agreement with Veronica. They all come in for another group hug. Jughead just stands in the distance, not wanting to interrupt.

“Hey guys, I can’t breathe and it’s getting harder to breathe. It’s hot in here,” my breathing quickens and that’s when they let go of me. My breathing returns to normal and I’m breathing normally again. I look over to Jughead and he was closer to me than before, I think he was ready to pull someone off of me so I could breathe.

For the rest of the time, we are all just hanging out, talking about everything. I hadn’t realized that what I have in this new life is what I have always wanted. I don’t exactly fit in when I go to school, but when I’m with them and with Jughead, I feel like I finally fit in. Back in Greendale, I didn’t fit in, I didn’t have any friends and school was awful. There were criminals in Greendale, and here in Riverdale there wasn’t much crime at all, that was why my parents decided to move here. But now that this has happened I don’t know what is going to happen. But, whatever does happen, I am going to fight to stay here. I finally feel like I’m home.

Eventually, everyone trickled out, but Jughead stayed. My parents didn’t want to leave but they had to be interviewed by Sheriff Keller. Jughead walked me home. It was a long walk, but eventful. We held hands the whole way back and I felt something, I didn’t know what the feeling was, but I liked it.

We walk into the front door of my house, my parents aren’t home yet. We go into the kitchen and I walked over to the fridge to look for something to eat or make. I see some ingredients for burgers and I see other ingredients for my famous spaghetti.

“Jug, would you like burgers or my famous spaghetti?” I say without turning away from the fridge.

“I only eat burgers from Pop’s, so I will have to go with your famous spaghetti.”

“Don’t worry my feelings aren’t hurt about the burgers. I already feel enough pain. Then my famous spaghetti it is,” I grab the ingredients from the fridge and boil the water. 10 minutes later the pasta is cooked.

“How much sauce do you want? I usually don’t put a whole lot in, but Mother says that when I cook (this) and a guest is over, to ask them how they prefer it, that way you can alter it. It also makes you seem like your thinking about them and not just yourself,” I say while I’m putting a little sauce in at a time.

“Just a bit more.”

I jump, I didn’t think he was right there next to me. “Jesus Jug, you scared me. I could have dropped this!” I laugh a little, showing him I’m joking around. He laughs too. I stop putting the sauce in and put it away with the rest of the ingredients, “Jug can you stir that while I put this stuff away, then I won’t have to do this later.”

“Sure” I put everything away and by the time I’m done, the pasta and the sauce have been mixed thoroughly, “I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?”

“For mixing ingredients, yes you did Jug.” I smile at him and he smiles back. I grab two plates and serve us. Jug grabs the silverware and cups to fill with ice and water.

Later that night after dinner we watched a movie up in my bedroom (with the door open). My parents still hadn’t come home yet, I wonder what’s holding them up. We fall asleep next to each other, cuddling. What makes me up is flashing red and blue lights and a loud banging on the front door.

I jolt and shake Jug, “Jughead, wake up!” He wakes up and notices the lights as well. We look at each other and we jump, do to another hard bang on the front door. We rush downstairs and I open the door. It’s Sheriff Keller.

“I’m sorry to say, but your parents were in an accident. Your Mother didn't make it, your Father is in the hospital. He’s in critical danger, but the doctors think he’s going to pull through. We need to take you to the hospital.” I barely heard the rest. Jughead puts his hand on my shoulder and that takes me out of my trance.

“Miss. Y/L/N, we need to go now.”

“Oh yes, of course.” Jughead and I go into the back seats of the cop car and we rush to the hospital. The lights and sirens helped with that. We arrive at the hospital, Jug and I wait in the visitors' lounge. He calls Archie and tells him to only call Betty and Veronica. He ends the call and comes back to sit next to me. He holds my hand and never let’s go of it. Now all we do it wait a terribly long time.

[teapotfiction]

Drive Away With Me

Since @sweaters-and-crowns asked, here’s my take on what happened between Betty and Jughead driving off together, and the final scene.

(Truth be told I’m not 100% sure about this, but I can’t place my finger on it, and short of rewriting the whole thing I don’t know how to fix it. So, please be gentle with me.)

Betty sat in the passenger seat as Jughead sped off. What had she done? Did he even want her here? Getting in the car had seemed like the right thing to do; but now she was here, she didn’t know what to say to him.

His hand gripped around the steering wheel and he stared straight ahead; his anger pulsing through him. But anger at what? Archie? Her? The Ghoulies? Everything?

There was a time where she’d have known, instinctively, what was upsetting him. But not now. A few weeks and a lifetime of experiences had changed their relationship forever. She knew that. But she had to try.

‘Jug…’ she started, and then words failed her.

‘Where to Betty?’ The ball was in her court. She wet her lips before speaking.

‘Just keep driving. Let’s get out of Riverdale.’

For a split second, he looked sideways at her and she thought she saw his mouth twitch. The moment passed so quickly she wasn’t sure if it was real.

‘As you wish, Cooper.’ He pressed hard on the accelerator. Both hands still on the wheel, face determinedly looking forward. His shoulders rose and fell in a regular rhythm as he took deep breaths, trying to control himself. Betty ached to lean across and touch his arm, his leg - anything - to calm him, to reassure him.

But she didn’t think that was her place right now. Not now. Not if he had someone else to be that person for him now.

She knew she had no place feeling it, she’d been the one to break up with him after all, but she was hurt too.

She pushed that from her mind and tried to speak again.

‘Juggie…’ she started. ‘I know you’re angry -’

‘Why did you say it?’ he cut off her off. ‘Before I got in the car, why did you say… what you said?’

‘What?’

‘Did you mean it? Or did you just say it so I wouldn’t do anything stupid during the race? So I’d come back.’

‘What? Jug? I wouldn’t.’

‘You would Betty, I know you. And more to the point, you know me. You’d do anything to protect people - including lie. So tell me, why did you say it?’

‘Because it’s true.’ she said, simply. ‘And I wanted you to know. I didn’t know what was going to happen after the race - I still don’t. And I couldn’t let you go on thinking that I didn’t love you. Because I do. I never stopped.’

Jughead hardened his jaw and he gripped tightly onto the steering wheel.  Betty glanced at him, but he didn’t react. ‘I’m sorry Jughead. I never wanted to hurt you. And I want to explain if you’ll let me. I know it’s too late but…’

‘Okay then, explain.’ his reply was a monotone.

Betty shook her head. Jughead noticed and rolled his eyes. ‘Of course.’

‘No, I will explain. Just… Once we’re past the boundary.’

‘Enigma.’ he muttered but drove on. They sat in uncomfortable silence.

Eventually Jughead swallowed hard as he took a turn towards the highway. ‘I wish I could hate you. Or not even that. Just not be in lo- whatever.  It might make things easier.’

Betty blinked away the tears that sprung to her eyes at his harsh words. Any faint hope she still had fading.

‘I’m sorry Jug. All I wanted to do was protect you. But I shouldn’t have sent Archie. I should have talked to you instead. I should have…’ the words tumbled out because she couldn’t bear the silence anymore. They were on the highway now, the Welcome To Riverdale sign disappearing in the rear view mirror.

‘Yeah. You should have done. It hurt, Betty. It hurt so much.’

‘I wish I could take it back.’ she whispered. ‘I wish we had just run away. Left the town behind us.’

‘Like we’re doing now?’ Jughead raised an eyebrow.

‘Almost.’ she replied, softly.

He turned off the motorway, and followed the road, not knowing where he was going. Silence ensued again. Betty almost told him he was grinding the gears too much - just so that she had a reason to speak, but she decided against it. The terseness, the not quite speaking, was so much worse than the silence. She sat on her hands to stop her from balling them up into fists - or worse, reaching over to him.

‘There’s a diner over there?’ she suggested, spotting some neon lights.

‘I don’t want to eat with you.’ came his response, but he pulled up into the parking lot anyway.

‘I understand that.’ She unclipped her seatbelt and turned to face him. He did the same but continued staring ahead, not ready to look her in the eye.

‘I never stopped loving you Jug. You’ve got to believe me. That’s why I had to send Archie because… I knew you’d see right through it if I tried to do it. But I should start at the beginning.’ She paused to re-compose her features. Tears were far too close, but she had to get through it.

‘The Black Hood phoned me.’ Jughead’s head whipped around and he stared at her in horror. ‘Several times. He said that if I was loyal to him and did what he asked then no one would get hurt anymore.’

‘What did he ask?’ When Jughead spoke this time, his tone had changed. It was softer, and it looked like he was trying to connect the dots.

‘He made me publish the article about my mom. And he said I had to separate myself from Veronica - and -’

‘Betty, I saw you after you published that article, why did you tell me?’

‘Why didn’t you tell me about the Serpents?’ she countered. ‘I know I shouldn’t have kept it from you, but I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets, Jug.’

‘I didn’t want you to worry.’

Betty pulled a face. ‘Ditto.’ She sighed. ‘The Black Hood told me I had to end it with you. He said if I didn’t cut you out of my life, he’d do it for me. And I couldn’t take that risk. I knew I had to do it in a way that meant you wouldn’t want to see me again. That’s why…. Because if I’d done it via text you’d have shown up at my door and that would have been too dangerous, Juggie. He’d have seen you. He’d have hurt you. He’d have hurt others.’

Jughead shook his head. ‘Hence the desire to be out of Riverdale. You really couldn’t think of any other way Betts? You couldn’t just text me? You couldn’t give me a call? Explain? Let me help you come up with a plan with you?’

‘Like you were doing with me, you mean?’ Jughead flinched. Betty hadn’t meant it to come out so sharp and regretted it instantly. ‘No. I couldn’t.’

‘What - was he tracking your phone or something?’ He snarked back at her.

‘Yeah, I think he was, actually.’ she said in a very small voice. ‘He was watching me. You don’t understand Juggie. He knows everything about me. He knows how I work, he knows what I’ve been doing, he’s not just watching me, he’s - I don’t even know what the word is - it was like he was ten steps ahead of me all the time. He’d have known if I’d tried to send you a message. Don’t you see?’

‘Betty’ Jughead groaned.

‘I’d hoped we could walk it back.’ She admitted, realising how stupid the words sounded now, in light of everything.

‘And has he left you alone now, since you did everything he asked?’

A tear fell down Betty’s cheek as she shook her head once. ‘No’.

‘Betty? What happened?’

She shook her head. She didn’t want to remember this bit.

‘Tell me Betty. Tell me.’

‘He promised - He promised to tell me who he was. So, that night, after everything had happened, I went to meet him. He told me to go to this abandoned house about a mile away.’

‘You’re serious? You went to meet that - that - psychopath? A psychopath who is obsessed with you? In the middle of the night at an abandoned house? What were you thinking?’ Jughead almost shouted at her, his eyes flicked between hers and he shifted closer towards her. ‘Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? Have you never seen a scary movie - ever? It literally never goes well for the blonde girl going out at night. Have you any idea what it’d have done to your parents? To Archie? To Veronica? To me? If something had happened to you? Why would you do that Betty?’

She looked at her lap, startled by his violent reaction. Tears fell down her face, landing on her legs.

‘I didn’t care about myself.’ she spoke quietly. ‘I just wanted - needed - his games to be over. I thought that whatever happened to me, I’d have enough time to tell someone - to reveal his name so that other people would be safe.’

She looked up when she felt Jughead’s hand on her shoulder. His fingers grasped hold of her, squeezing her as if he was scared she was about to run away from him.

‘Promise me Betty, promise me, that you’ll never put yourself in danger like that again. Anything could have happened.’ He croaked, with a very strange look in his eyes.

‘He wasn’t there when I got there.’ Betty sniffed. ‘But there was a box, with a mask in it - like his. He made me put it on and look in the mirror.’ she paused. ‘He said we were the same.’

‘No. Betty you’re nothing like him.’

‘I am.’ She cried. ‘I am. He asked me to give him a name or he’d hurt Polly. And I did.’ Her face crumbled. Jughead leaned in towards her, moving his hand from her shoulder to cup her face instead. Betty leaned into it, welcoming the comfort it brought. She allowed herself a moment to imagine that it was all going to be okay.

‘Betty. Listen to me. You are not the same as the Black Hood. You’re good. You don’t hurt people.’

‘I hurt you. And my mom. And Veronica.’

‘Because he made you.’ Jughead reached across with his other hand to hold her face, making her look up at him. ‘You are a good person, Betty Cooper.’

Their faces were so close now, she could almost feel him breathing. She wanted to much to lean into his mouth, to kiss him and say she loved him. It should have been the most natural thing in the world.

Jughead hesitated. He was so close to kissing her. To telling her that none of it mattered. But he stopped himself, just in time. Instead, he leant his forehead on hers. He swallowed hard, and then leaned back. Dropping his hands to his side, he twisted his mouth before speaking.

‘I should have told you about the Serpents.’

Betty nodded. ‘Why didn’t you?’

He sighed. ‘I was scared if I told you I’d lose you.’ He laughed once. ‘Should have realised that would backfire on me. I knew you didn’t approve, and honestly, I guess I knew it was a stupid idea. I didn’t want you to worry.’

‘Jug.’ Her voice was so sad.

‘You’d have tried to stop me, and I didn’t want to be stopped. I did it to keep you safe. You, Archie, Veronica… Even your parents. Toni told me that my dad was the peacekeeper. Without him they were - it doesn’t matter what they were going to do - but it wouldn’t have been good. I thought I could stop that happening.’

‘You could have told me this.’

‘Could I? You’d have let me stick my hand in a snake’s cage and run the gauntlet?’ He replied, sardonically.

‘The gauntlet?’

Jughead gestured to his face. ‘Let’s just say, it’s probably best that you didn’t see me the day after.’

Now it was Betty’s turn to touch his face, her fingers lightly skimming over the cuts and bruises that had faded, but were still all too visible. ‘What did they do to you Jug?’

‘It’s a stupid initiation thing. It’s in the past.’ He smiled at her, sadly. ‘What a mess.’

‘A complete mess.’ Betty twisted her mouth. ‘When did we stop communicating?’

‘I don’t know.’ He replied, truthfully and Betty could hear the sadness in his tone.

‘Is it too late?’ She wondered out loud before she could stop herself. She was too exhausted to play games any more. Even if it hurt, she needed to know the truth.

Jughead’s face dropped. He shut his eyes and pulled a face which almost wincing before he leaned back into his seat and away from Betty. Her hand, no longer touching his face, hovered in mid air for a minute before she gathered control of herself and adjusted her position. She sat up straight, hands in her lap, face down - in her brace position for the upcoming impact.

Nothing could be as bad as the first time, she tried to tell herself. At least this time she was with him. Talking to him herself. Able to tell him everything she wanted to. Even if the ending didn’t go her way.

Jughead, still with his eyes shut, eventually spoke. His voice was hoarse. ‘There’s something else I need to tell you.’

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Betty couldn’t speak, her heart raced, anxiety flooded through her body. It seemed like a century before Jughead spoke again. He sounded apologetic.

‘I kissed Toni.’

Oh.

Of course, she’d seen them in Pop’s together laughing and smiling. But she’d assumed, naively that that was just the very start. A moment when he’d realised that maybe there was a spark between them. And that had broken her heart because she couldn’t be angry. She loved him, but he didn’t know her plan. She wanted him to be happy above all else. It’s broken her heart because it meant he’d given up hope for them, and he was beginning his search for something else. She’d never anticipated it would take such a short amount of time. With her, it’d been months in between him realising he wanted her and actually striking up the courage. They’d only been apart a week. How could he have moved on so quickly?

She realised he was staring at her and she had to think of something to say. How could she possibly find the words? Her fists balled up until she felt the prick of nail against skin. She didn’t apply the pressure yet. She was just ready. His eyes flicked down as he noticed what she was doing. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it.

‘When?’ Was all she could manage, when what she wanted to say was ‘how could you not know I still loved you?’ Or ‘can’t you see my heart is breaking all over again?’. But she knew that it wouldn’t be fair to say either of those things so she held her tongue.

‘Later on that night. After Archie came by. After the Gauntlet.’

Betty felt sick. That soon? She could never imagine kissing anyone else and yet Jughead could? That thought hit her hard, like someone had punched her and winded her. All her certainties disappeared.

Jughead looked away and hit the steering wheel once with his palm. ‘Goddammit Betty.’ He stared ahead. Then he turned back to her suddenly.

‘It didn’t mean anything. You’ve got to believe me. I was hurt and alone. It’s no excuse but I thought my best friend and my girlfriend wanted nothing to do with me. I was joining the gang who had just beaten me to a pulp and I wasn’t sure if it was worth it anymore. Toni was just there. So when she made it clear she was into it …. I …’

‘Was it just a kiss?’

Jughead shook his head.

‘You slept with her?’ Betty’s face was calm, assuming the mask she’d worn with everyone else apart from Jughead for as long as she could remember. Only her eyes revealed her true sadness. She didn’t even want to hear the answer. She felt compelled to ask; to get all the hurt out of the way in one go.

‘No. I didn’t sleep with her. But there was more than kissing. I -’

‘I don’t want the details Jug.’ She twisted her mouth, cutting him off before she heard too much.

‘It didn’t mean anything Betty. I promise you. The entire time it felt wrong because it wasn’t you. I wish I hadn’t done it. I’m so sorry.’

‘You don’t have to be sorry. We were broken up.’

‘But it hurt you, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted.’

Betty bit her lip and nodded once, her eyes wide.

‘Okay.’

Her hands tightened and her nails started to dig into her palms as she searched for something, anything to say. Jughead reached across and gently took her hands in his to stop her from hurting herself. To try and show her… he wasn’t sure what. But something. To show her that despite everything he was still here for her.

‘Betty Cooper. I love you. And just like you said, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to stop loving you.’

Tenderly, he pulled up her hands one at a time, and laid a soft kiss on each of them. It reminded Betty of that time in Pop’s when she’d revealed everything to him, and, without words, he’d showed her that it was going to be okay. And just like then, she leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. He let out a deep breath and put his arms around her, closing the distance as best that he could given how the being in the car restricted their movements. He kissed the top of her head, and felt as the tension started to flow out of her body.

Betty breathed him in. There was an unfamiliar scent of leather, but under that this was still the Jughead she knew. She wished she could stay there, in this moment, away from the realities of Riverdale, the Black Hood and the Serpents, forever. But she knew there was still something that she had to do. They couldn’t really run away. They needed to go back home and face up to the mess that Riverdale was descending into.

So, sooner than she’d have liked to, she found herself pulling back from him. Lightly, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered. ‘We need to go back.’

‘No we don’t.’ He replied lazily, and something approaching a smile flickered on his lips.

‘We do Juggie. I’ve got one more thing to do and then I think I can be free of the Black Hood.’

Jughead tensed up immediately. ‘No Betty, you’re not talking to him ever again. It’s far too dangerous.’

Betty smiled, confidently. ‘It’s okay, Jug. He wants something from me and once I’ve got that, I can turn the game around on him. I promise.’

‘What does he want?’ Jughead wasn’t so sure.

‘Drive me to Pop’s? I’ll explain on the way.’

It’d been hours since Jughead had dropped Betty off near Pop’s. She’d insisted that he didn’t take her to the door. She’d said that she needed the Black Hood to see her. He’d not liked that part of her plan one bit. He didn’t like any part of the plan, truth be told. But Betty was insistent. And he trusted her.

He just couldn’t think of what would happen if anything went wrong.

He’d been pacing around the trailer since he’d got home, after dropping the car back to Reggie and apologising for the added scratches on it. Reggie had been cool though. Archie had obviously done the groundwork for him there.

It’d been a longer walk than he’d remembered it being to get back to Sunnyside Trailer Park. It left him too much time to think. To count his mistakes. To curse himself for everything he’d done.

But, by some miracle, it seemed that Betty might be able to get past that. And if she could get past that, he could get past what she did.

Hell, who was he kidding? He’d been past that the second she’d told him it was because of the Black Hood. How could he be otherwise?

He ached to see her again. He needed to know she was okay and her plan had worked. He checked his phone anxiously every minute, but the only texts on there were from Toni.

T: Saw your girl getting in the car….Knew you’d never be able to stay away from the Northside ;)

He didn’t respond. What was there to say to her right now?

He checked the time again. 9pm. Not late by any stretch of the imagination, but with Betty’s curfew being 10, the chance of him seeing her again today was slipping through his fingers. He texted her, again. Not caring about the three identical messages he’d already sent.

J: Are you okay? Call me when you can. Please

He put his phone down on the arm of the sofa and poured himself a cup of coffee. Anything, anything to keep himself occupied,

A small bleep told him he had a message.

B: Open the door.

He read it twice, his brow furrowed. Then he put down his coffee and opened the door to the trailer.

There she was, slightly out of breath and mud splashed at the bottom of her jeans from where she’d been running. But she was smiling, and it was the most beautiful sight in the world

She crashed into him, flinging her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as she could.

‘It’s okay Jug. It’s okay. The game is over. It’s okay.’

He shut the trailer door and maneuvered them into the living room, settling her down on the sofa.

‘You’re okay?’ his hands reached out to cup her face.

‘Yes.’ she breathed. ‘It’s over. It’s finally over.’ She paused and looked at him with those bright green eyes of hers. ‘Jug… I... ‘

Very slowly, Jughead leant forward. He scanned her eyes for a reaction, pausing slightly before their lips made contact. And then Betty leaned forward into him and he knew she was okay. It was all okay.

They kissed, softly at first and then more hungrily as they made up for lost time. In each other’s arms they rediscovered each other all over again. Jughead’s tongue slid into Betty’s mouth as the desire to be close overtook them. He cupped her head tightly, and she pulled her arms around him, hugging him so tightly.

Jughead felt his body stir, and broke the kiss. ‘We should slow it down.’ he said, reluctantly. Betty pursed her lips but agreed. They pulled back from each other and readjusted their position. Now they were side by side, with Betty tucked under his arm.

‘Can I stay tonight?’ She was a little shy in asking. ‘I just, I don’t want us to be apart any more.’

Jughead smiled. ‘Of course. As long as you promise your mother isn’t going to come round here and demand my head on a pole.’

Betty laughed once. ‘We’ve come to an understanding.’ She curled her arms around him. ‘I love you Juggie. I just want to be where you are.’

‘I’ll always be where you are Betty.’ He kissed the top of her head.

For the first time in weeks, both teenagers breathed easily, and allowed themselves to hope that finally, it was going to be okay.

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Close to You - Ch. 9/11

Stucky, M, 31k so far, A03

Although Steve and Bucky are finally in the same place, they aren’t as close as they would like.  They’ve made real progress, but Steve’s still having trouble. Enter Wanda, and some invaluable memories. Chapter 9

The next morning Bucky gets up before Steve and goes downstairs.  He can see Wanda outside on the deck, so he pulls on a hoodie Steve left lying in the kitchen and goes out to join her.  

The lake is beautiful in the morning.  The light fog rising over its surface makes it look otherworldly.

Wanda turns to him. She looks nervous, as if Bucky is going to interrogate her.  Maybe he is.

“You know why I’m a little wary of people messing with my head,” Bucky says.  “Or Steve’s. ”  There’s no point in beating around the bush.

Wanda nods.  “You’re right to be.”

“Tell me what you’re gonna do.”

Wanda bites her lip. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Try.”

A few hours later, he, Steve and Wanda are all sitting cross-legged in a circle on the big bed in the master bedroom.  Wanda had suggested finding a quiet place outdoors, but as peaceful as their surroundings are, Bucky needs the security of walls around him for this.  Clint and Sam have been given a rough idea of what they are doing, and have promised to stay downstairs in hearing range in case they are needed.

Bucky doesn’t want to think too hard about what Clint and Sam might be needed for, but still, it’s good to know they’re there.

 Wanda shuffles closer to them, holding her hands out towards Steve, and Steve flinches, which makes Wanda whip her hands back to her sides.  

 “Sorry,” Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.  “Sorry.”

 Wanda nods and moves towards Steve again, more slowly this time.  Bucky can see how hard Steve is trying to keep still.

 She stops and puts her hands on her lap.  “Steve?” she asks softly.  “Is there anything that would make you more comfortable?”

 Steve shrugs, and glances over at Bucky.  “I don’t know.”

 Bucky slides closer to Steve and behind him, leaning up against the headboard.  “Come here?”

 Steve quirks a smile and moves in between Bucky’s legs, Steve’s back up against Bucky’s chest.  They’ve been sitting like this on the sofa sometimes, the last week or so.  Bucky thinks Steve likes it because it’s unexpected, Steve being held by Bucky, despite Steve being so big.  Bucky figures it’s only fair that Steve gets to be the little spoon sometimes.  Plus Bucky likes it too.

 “This good?”  Bucky whispers in Steve’s ear, his hair tickling his nose.

 “Yeah.”  Bucky can feel Steve relax.  “Yeah, this is good.”

 Wanda smiles at them and then concentrates again, reaching towards Steve.  Bucky gives Steve’s arm a reassuring squeeze as blue sparks fly out from Wanda’s fingers towards Steve’s head, and tries not to flinch himself.

 Suddenly Bucky sees an image of the two of them, and he closes his eyes to focus on it.  They’re in a tiny box of an apartment, music playing on the radio.  

 <i>Heaven, I’m in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.</i>

 <i>They’re dancing together in a narrow kitchen, Steve so slight and small that Bucky has to stoop to touch his cheek to Steve’s.  Bucky’s efforts to lean down while still dancing are making Steve laugh with glee. It’s a lovely sound.</i>

 Then the image disappears, and he’s back in the master bedroom.  He’s gripping Steve’s hand, and can hardly follow Wanda as she carefully questions Steve about how he feels.

 “I – I saw it too,” Bucky breathes out, interrupting Steve.  “Me and Steve – in our old apartment.  The one with the crooked floor.”

 Steve turns to him, eyes wide.  “You saw?”

 “Yeah – how –“

 “Because of the connection between you,” Wanda says.  “And the physical contact.  You’re sharing Steve’s memories.  Or just seeing your own, when I direct Steve to something you both experienced.”  She looks uncertain, as if just now realizing that Bucky might have different feelings about his own mind being explored than if it were just Steve’s.  “Is, um, is that okay?”

 Steve is watching Bucky closely, an indecipherable look on his face.

 Turns out Wanda needn’t have worried.  “Yeah, it’s okay.”  Bucky feels himself nodding like a fool.  “It’s okay.” It’s the clearest memory he’s had of Steve before the serum – and now it’s his again.  For real.

 Wanda explains how she’s going to show them a more intimate scene now, and Bucky flushes as he realizes he’s going to get to see it, too.  

 Nothing could have prepared him for the rush of feelings that come when the next memory appears.  

 <i>They’re in that same small apartment, Steve curled up against Bucky.  It’s apparently wintertime, as Bucky can practically see his breath, and the two of them are bundled in sweaters even under the blankets. Steve is wheezing with each pained inhalation, and Bucky can feel Steve’s chest struggling to rise and fall.

 In the memory, Bucky leans and presses a soft kiss to the side of Steve’s head, but Steve barely reacts, spending all his energy on getting air in and out of his lungs.</i>

 Wanda pulls them out of it and shakes her head.  “Sorry, that’s not what I meant to show you.”

 Steve shoots a strange look at Bucky, and Bucky has to stop himself from running his hands over super-soldier Steve’s broad chest, containing lungs that never falter.  Steve’s never going to be sick like that again.

 “It’s all right, Wanda,” Steve says.  “Keep going.”

 There’s a longer pause this time between when Bucky closes his eyes and when the image becomes clear. Maybe Wanda was searching for something in particular.  

 She seems to find it, because what Bucky sees this time is definitely more not-safe-for-work than the previous two scenes.

 <i>Bucky is stripping out of his clothes, short hair wet like he’s just come from a shower, and Steve is sitting on the edge of the bed, a smirk on his face that is as recognizable as ever.  Bucky pulls off Steve’s white tank top and runs his fingers (whole, no metal in sight) down Steve’s narrow chest, making Steve shiver despite the heat.

 Steve stands, rising on his toes, and kisses Bucky, deep and dirty.  Bucky grabs him under the ass and lifts him up, giving his cheeks a squeeze before moving to deposit him on the bed, and Steve moans with pleasure. </i>

 But here-and-now Bucky is getting different signals from here-and-now Steve, and Bucky forces open his eyes and gives Steve a shake.

 “Steve?”  Bucky asks.  “You okay?”

 Steve looks a little dazed as he takes in the bedroom, Wanda sitting with them.  

 “I think you’re feeling the same hesitation you feel now, with intimacy,” Wanda says softly.  “Is that it?”

 Steve looks at Bucky apologetically.  “I don’t know.”

 Bucky wraps his arms around Steve and rocks him against his chest.  “You don’t need to be scared, Stevie,” he whispers into his ear.  “I’ve got you.  I know you’re worried, but we can do this.”

 Steve twists to look at Bucky again.  “What does it feel like to you?”

 Bucky opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.  He doesn’t have words.

 Something must show on his face, though, because a light comes into Steve’s eyes.  “You didn’t remember this stuff before, did you?”

 Bucky shakes his head. “No.  And, um… it’s really great.  So great, seeing it.  Seeing us.” And it is.  Bucky has vague memories of he and Steve together before the war, and he’s been able to trust them more since Steve confirmed that they had in fact been together.  But this is so much better, so much more real than anything his messed up brain has ever shown him.

 Although… “This really happened, right?  These are real memories?”

 Wanda and Steve both rush to reassure him, but it’s Steve’s word he’s looking for.

 “Yeah, Buck.  They’re real.”

 “We were a pretty cute couple,” Bucky says, hoping to prompt a smile from Steve.  He does.

 “I guess we were.” Steve gives Bucky a long look, then turns back to Wanda.  “Okay. I’m good.  Show me more.”

 This time when Bucky closes his eyes and Wanda brings them back to the scene on the bed, Bucky tries to keep a part of him present, taking Steve’s hand and holding it tight.  The reassurance seems to work, and Steve relaxes into Bucky just that little bit more, opening himself up to Wanda.

 Bucky isn’t sure how she does it, but now the memory feels even more true, no lingering tension or fear from the present tainting it.  

 <i>Things get hot and heavy between past-Steve and past-Bucky pretty quickly, and soon the two are naked and getting busy under the sheets – and over them, writhing bodies on display – and Bucky once again has to fight off the feeling that his younger sister is watching him have sex.</i>

 When Wanda pulls them out of the memory, both Steve and Bucky are blushing, but she just smiles softly at them.  

 “Don’t mind me,” she says, a hint of laughter in her voice.  “Ready for more?”

 Steve and Bucky nod in tandem, and Wanda’s smile spreads across her face.

 <i>The next memory comes in sharp and pointed.  They’re in a different apartment, and Bucky is getting dressed to go out.  Steve is leaning against the kitchen table.  He’s got that look on his face that means he’s pretending everything is okay when it’s really not.

 “I told you I’d rather stay home,” Bucky says.

 “And we agreed you can’t.”

 “Betty won’t care. She’s hung up on someone else, anyway.” Bucky steps closer to Steve. “Just like I am.”

 “It’s New Year’s, Buck. You can’t spend it with me.”

 “Why not?”

 “You know damn well why not.”  Steve moves away when Bucky reaches for him, but there’s not really anywhere to go in the small apartment.

 “Steve, don’t be like this.” Bucky catches his arm and pulls him closer.   Steve’s pressing his lips tight together.  “Stevie, please.   I love you.”</i>

 Then they’re back in the master bedroom, Wanda shaking her head in apology.  “Sorry, again – I keep messing up.”

 “No, no, it’s all right,” Steve says to Wanda.  He turns in Bucky’s arms and catches his gaze.  “That was the first time you said you loved me.”

 Bucky knows this, knew it somehow before Steve told him.  He could feel it in past-Bucky, his almost desperate need to let Steve know how he felt, to let him know that no casual date with a girl was going to make any difference.

 “I’m sorry it was like that,” Bucky says.  “I should have made it better for you.  All of it.”

 Steve shakes his head. “You did.  You made everything better for me.”  He huffs.  “It’s not as if I had the guts to say it yet either.  We were both scared.”

 There’s a long moment when Bucky just ducks his head and rests it on Steve’s shoulder.  It’s a lot.

 “Do you want to take a break?”  Wanda asks.

 “How do you know when we’re done?”  Steve responds.  “When the memories are… cleaned up?”

 Wanda bites her lip. “I need to focus more on intimate scenes, and judge how you react to them.”

 “I think it’s already making a difference,” Bucky says, his head still resting on Steve.  

 “I do too,” Wanda agrees.

 “Buck?”  Steve puts his hand on Bucky’s head, runs his fingers through his hair.  “You okay to keep going?”

 “’Course.”

 This time Wanda’s aim is true – she takes them right to a celebratory evening where clearly past-Steve and past-Bucky have cleared their schedules for a night of somethin’ somethin’.

 <i>There’s music playing the background again, there’s a candle on the kitchen table, and the two boys are lounging in bed, Steve in his boxers and Bucky in nothing at all, his bare ass hardly covered by a thin sheet.

 Here-and-now-Bucky gets the feeling that they’ve come in in the middle of the scene.  He feels boneless in the memory, lazy and spent, running his hands over Steve less in lust and more in simple enjoyment.

 “Stop it, that tickles,” Steve says without any heat, and Bucky laughs.  

 “Sorry.”

 “You’re not.”

 “Nah, you’re right. I’m not.”  Bucky tickles Steve some more, and Steve pulls the thin pillow out from under his head and thumps Bucky with it.  They wrestle for a few minutes, Steve all elbows and pointy knees, and suddenly Bucky is kissing Steve intently.  

 The mood quickly turns, Bucky pulling Steve on top of him, his hand grabbing Steve’s ass and grinding them together.  Steve is panting into Bucky’s ear, dirty, filthy words spilling out of his mouth, as Bucky gets his hand in between them and inside Steve’s boxers.  He starts to stroke Steve, but Steve has other ideas.

 “Wanna suck you,” Steve says, kissing messily down Bucky’s body. Bucky’s fully hard by the time Steve gets his mouth on him, and he moans as Steve licks around the head and then takes him in his mouth.  It doesn’t take long for Steve to bring him almost to completion, but Steve pulls off just in time for Bucky to shift them and get his hand around them both, jerking them off until they come, one after another, in a burst of pleasure.</i>

 Present-Bucky’s head is still spinning from the memory of this amazing orgasm when Wanda shows them another scene.

 <i>Steve is getting into bed late at night, Bucky waking when the cold air sneaks under the covers.  Steve comes to him gently, kissing him softly, and they writhe together slowly, safe in their warm cocoon.  “Love you so much, Buck,” Steve whispers afterwards, and Bucky hums back his agreement.</i>

 With each new scene, present-Steve gets more relaxed in Bucky’s arms.  Bucky can feel a hint of embarrassment at the more explicit memories, but it is clear – more than clear – that Steve is welcoming Bucky’s touch and the opportunity to touch Bucky, both in the memory and every time Wanda pulls him out to check on his progress.

 They’re almost as wrapped up in each other in the present as they are in the visions Wanda is showing them. Clearly the feelings in the memories are affecting them both.  Bucky doesn’t even really care that Wanda is watching anymore, the emotions in the memories are so strong, so good, it’s more than worth the modicum of embarrassment that goes along with them.

 The next memory immediately strikes Bucky as dramatically different, even before he figures out what’s going on.

 <i>It’s cold, and dark, and Bucky’s whole body is throbbing with pain.  He’s outdoors, in a forest, sitting on the ground.  His back is against a tree.  Bucky can hear whispers and hushed voices, other men enduring the night.

 Past-Steve sits down next to him.  He’s big now, wearing part of his Captain America outfit, a leather jacket over it.  His warmth radiates towards Bucky.  “You should get some rest, Buck,” Steve says.  

 “I’m okay,” past-Bucky says, his voice rough.  Bucky feels dizzy, even though he’s sitting down.  He can feel the rocks and dirt under him, but the world is still spinning.

 “You’ve got to be exhausted. Close your eyes.  I’ve got this watch.”  Steve is looking at him so closely, Bucky would squirm, if he had the energy.

 It’s the night after Steve broke him and the others out of Hydra’s prison, got him out of Schmidt’s clutches. Saved his life.  Bucky has no idea how far they’ve gotten from Schmidt’s people. Whether they’re still in danger. He’s used to being in danger, but what Schmidt did to him…

 “Bucky?”  Steve’s face is drawn with concern.  “We’ve got a long day ahead tomorrow.”  Steve pats his leg.  “Come on, I promise I’ll stay awake.”

 Bucky stares at Steve for a long moment.  He can’t help reaching out, patting Steve on one broad shoulder, drawing his hand down his now impressive bicep.  

 “You’re really here.”

 “I am.”  Steve looks down, and when he speaks, there’s a hint of apology in his voice.  “I know I’m different, but it’s still me.”  He laughs, a little bitterly.  “Good thing I became so big, right?  Got you out of that awful place.”

 Bucky’s heart aches at the thought that Steve could feel bad, inadequate, about anything right now. “Steve, I know you’re still you. And-” he coughs, clears his throat, tries again – “Steve, it wouldn’t have mattered whether you were big or not. You still would have figured out a way to get us out of there.”

 Some resolve breaks in Steve, and he pulls Bucky into a tight hug, not even glancing around to see if anyone is looking.  Bucky’s covered in weeks of grime, and knows he must stink to high heaven, but he digs his face into the warm skin of Steve’s neck anyway.  Steve’s scent is so familiar it hurts.  “Love you so goddamn much, Stevie,” he whispers.

 “Love you too, Buck,” Steve breathes back.  “Love you too.  Now come on, lie down.”

 Bucky finally obeys, curling up on his side with his head on Steve’s muscular thigh.  Steve rests a hand on his arm, rubbing up and down for a few minutes, until Bucky finally fades off to sleep.</i>

 This time when Wanda pulls them out of it, there’s a long moment of quiet.  Then Steve asks Wanda if they can have a minute together, and she slides gracefully off the bed and leaves the room.

 Bucky still feels dazed, out of place, traces of that night in an Italian forest still clinging to his mind.

 “Come here,” Steve says, sounding exactly like he had that night, like Bucky is fragile and needs comfort. Steve’s not wrong.

 Bucky lets Steve wrap him in his arms, and concentrates on his breathing.  In and out.  

 It’s not the same as that night – too much has happened since then.  Seventy-something years of violence, brainwashing and assassinations. But there’s no question that Steve is just as attuned to Bucky, just as dedicated to trying to keep him safe as he ever was.

 Steve holds him tight, rubbing his back and stroking his hair, until Bucky’s trembling calms.

 “I really do love the shit out of you,” Bucky says, pulling back to look at Steve.

 “Well, that’s convenient,” Steve says, a little grin tugging at his mouth.

 Bucky sighs.  “This was supposed to be about you.”

 “It was supposed to be about <i>us.</i>  And it is.” Steve’s tone brooks no argument, and Bucky’s not about to give him one.

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What Happened To Us?

Chapter 9: The trial of Chuck Clayton or Betty Cooper?

A/N: I edited this myself, so please be nice haha. Sorry for any mistakes!

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“Do you love Jughead Jones?” Yes. Betty wants to scream it for the world to hear, but she knows she can’t. She panics. Betty can feel herself beginning to sweat. She hates lying. She is the biggest advocate for the truth. This past year has turned her into a liar. She is buried so deep in her lies. She wants to tell the truth, but she knows that there will be no going back. Jughead definitely would never forgive her if she revealed the truth in such a public way.

She makes the mistake of looking down at Jughead whose eyes are locked on hers.

“Yes.” Betty catches her tongue quickly,”he has been one of my best friends since I was five years old. Of course I love him, he is like a brother to me.” Betty cringes at her words. A brother? Who has sex with their brother? Why would she say that? He is her boyfriend or ex boyfriend she's not sure. That is just gross.

“Incest.” Chuck coughs out. Betty cannot believe he is still being an immature douche while standing trial for attempted murder.

“Did you and the victim ever engage in sexual activity?” Alice Cooper leaps onto her feet. Oh no!

“How dare you! She is a fifteen year old girl!” Betty’s face turns bright red in embarrassment. For once she is grateful for her mother's craziness.

“Order! Mrs. Cooper, this is your first and final warning to not interrupt my court room. Only those who are allowed to can speak.” The prosecutor turns around to Mrs. Cooper and gives her an assuring look.

“The witnesses' mother is worried about her daughter and I agree with her objections. I object to that very inappropriate question. These are two minors and their sexual activity has no relevance to this case.”

“Due to the fact they are minors and the witnesses' legal guardian clearly objects to this question, objection sustained.” Betty let’s out a sigh of relief.

“Ms. Cooper what is your relation to my client Chuck Clayton?”

“We are classmates.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“It seems that you have quite a fascination with my client.” Betty can’t stop herself from rolling her eyes.“Did you on the night of September 15, 2016 walk into Pop Tate’s Chock-lit shoppe and interact with my client?”

“Yes.”

“And you asked him out on a date?”

“I wouldn’t call it a date.” Betty would never ask Chuck on a date genuinely. She hates him, so much. Her blood boils just at the mention of his name.

“Ms. Cooper that is not an answer.”

“Sure.”

“I need a yes or no answer.”

“Yes.” Betty avoids Jughead’s eye contact. She cannot believe that this is being brought up right now. Chuck is going down no matter what. He is pure evil blasting her in front of the entire court room.

“When my client arrived at the pool house at home of your classmate Ethel Muggs did you lure him into getting into the hot tub?”

“I can’t lure him into anything. Your client went into the hot tub on his own free will.” Betty shut her eyes, she knew that she just set herself up. One of her talents is publicly speaking. Today she can’t say the right thing.

“Then why did you put muscle relaxers in his drink?” The crowd in the court room gasps.

“I did it because I wanted to scare him. I wanted to get him to confess about all of the girls at school he had been sexually harassing.”

“Do you know that this is not only illegal, but morally wrong to drug a human being.”

“I don’t think that you can really talk to me about morals.” Betty bites back.

“Ms. Cooper please refrain from the commentary. You are here to answer questions. Is it true that you continued your grudge against Chuck Clayton?”

“If seeking justice is a grudge then I guess yes. Otherwise no, I didn't continue my grudge. I don't live my life thinking about how to ruin Chuck Clayton's life. He does that himself.” She cannot help it. She doesn't have a dumb grudge against Chuck. She is justified in hating him. She sees him every night in her nightmares stabbing Jughead. She disliked him for all of the years that he bullied Jughead. She disliked him when he hurt Veronica and other girls are her school. She disliked him for his stunt at Jughead's birthday. She hates him for taking Jughead away from her.

“Why did you physically assault my client on October 25, 2016 then?”

“That is a reach.” Betty says annoyed. Chuck has set her up for her to slap him and they both knew it. Betty glares at Chuck who sits in his chair smiling at her.

“Your honor this girl keeps avoiding my question.” The defense lawyer whines like a little kid. The Clayton’s are spending all of their money on a lawyer that whines like this?

“Hi excuse me, ya my name is Elizabeth Cooper not this girl. Yes I hit Chuck after he got in my face making vulgar comments to me. I should not have hit him, but honestly I don’t feel bad about it. Your client, Chuck Clayton sexually harasses women, bullies students, and stabbed an unarmed man. A man that would never hurt anyone! You just watched it on the videotape yourself and you are still up here defending him because money can buy anything. I am willing to testify the truth about what happened, but I refuse to be put on trial.” Betty gets up from her seat.

“Ms. Cooper I am not done.”

“I am!” Betty gets up. Chuck Clayton grabs her arm on her way out.

“I am taking you down with me.” He says in a giddy voice.

“Bring it on! I have nothing to lose.” Betty spits back.

“Seeing him forget you is just too sweet.” Betty blinks back tears before running out of the court room.

She doesn’t care about how much trouble she is going to get into. She doesn’t care about her mother yelling at her later for slipping up in the spotlight. She just needed to get away from there.

Betty runs in her heels out of the court room. Her breathing picks up and she knows she cannot deny the panic attack that is about to take over her body. Betty rushes past confused people in the court building. She bursts through the court doors and makes a beeline for the parking lot.

She stops in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Betty cannot hold in the scream that escapes her mouth.

Jughead had just watched Betty race out of the court room. The whole court room looked around stunned at the scene that had just taken place.

He had no doubt in his mind that he should go after her. Alice Cooper rises to her feet. Jughead knows that she will only make Betty feel worse.

“Alice let Jughead go.” Hal Cooper says and Jughead gives him a thankful nod. Jughead quickly walks out of the courtroom. It is not his turn to testify for another hour.

He walks straight for the exit knowing that she all ready left.

He opens the door as he hears a loud scream. Betty!

Jughead runs as fast as he can towards the noise. Two boys lay on the ground, one with a knife in his knee. The other with a bloody face. Both are okay, just beaten up.

Betty in on the ground curled up into a ball. Her entire body is shaking. ”Betts.” He says softly. He crouches down to her hoping that she will look up from her knees.”I’m here. It’s okay Betts.”

“Blood, so much blood.” Jughead puts his arms around Betty. “Stay. Stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere Betts.” She looks up at him as if he startled her. He notices that her hands are red from how tightly balled up they are. He takes one of his hands and place it in hers. She releases the other one and Jughead notices the bloody crescent marks in her palms.

“What- What the hell?” Jughead looks behind him to see half of the court room approaching the scene. Betty buries her face into Jughead’s chest.

“Help- We need help.” Betty says quietly and Jughead holds her tighter.

Jughead turns around.”Can somebody get them some help please?”

Kevin runs away from the crowd.

“Don’t shut your eyes.”

“What was that Betts?”

“Stay with me.” He froze as her words sounded all too familiar. He had just heard some of them on the screen in the court room. Betty presses her face into his chest. Her arms wrap tightly around him.

“Betty they are all right.” Jughead looks up at the guys one he recognizes as a serpent that he has seen speaking to his dad before and another one is Chuck Clayton’s friend Robby Matthews.

“We’re fine.” The serpent says wincing from the pain of the knife in his knee.

“Ya Betty we’ll be okay, don’t worry.” Robby tries to reassure her. She looks up from Jughead’s chest at the boys.

“See Betts they are okay. I am okay.” She looks up at him and he nods at her.”I am right here and I am okay. I promise. Let’s get out of here okay?” Betty nods wordlessly.

He picks her up off of the ground. She is still in shock and can barely stand. Jughead can see the huge crowd behind them with their cameras out, he needs to get her out of here.

“Trust me Betts?” She nods. He picks her up bridal style and carries her away from the scene. Betty clutches onto the collar of his jacket.

After a block he feels his shirt become damp. He puts Betty down.

“Please don’t cry.” Jughead is desperate to do anything to make her tears go away.

“Are they really okay?”

“Yes they just got into a stupid brawl. Both of them are going to be okay. Let’s go get a milkshake?” He suggests.

“Don’t you have to testify in an hour?”

“I've got something more important to do.” A smile escapes Betty’s pink lips and Jughead smiles back.

“You are not getting in trouble for me Jug.”

“I have a feeling that the hearing is going to be postponed after the commotion outside of the court house.”

Jughead opens Betty’s palms to reveal the nail marks that he had just discovered in the court house parking lot.

“Are you okay Betty?” Betty gives him a sad smile and he knows her answer. He kisses her palms. He realizes what he has done and pulls away from her.”I am sorry.” She smiles up at him and laughs.”What?” He asks her.

“Did you know that you’ve done that before?” Betty asks. It makes sense why he would get the courage to do something so intimate. He can't believe that he has done that before.

“Let’s go chat over milkshakes.” She grabs his hand as they walk hand in hand to Pop’s.

Jughead feels comfort at the familiar chime of the bells on the diner door.

“Whatever booth you want.” Betty leads them to a booth in the middle of the restaurant. She slips her jacket off not making eye contact. Her eyes are bloodshot red and she looks pale. She looks thinner.

“Betty when was the last time you ate?”

“I brought you guys breakfast this morning.”

“Yes and it was delicious thank you, but Betts are you eating?”

“You don’t have to pity me Jug-”

“Good afternoon you two. What can I get you?” Pop asks.

“Just a strawberry shake for me please.” Betty answers and Jughead is grateful that she is at least ordering a shake.

“The usual for you Jughead?”

“Of course.” Jughead answers. Pop disappears.

“I’ll eat the strawberry on my shake okay.” Betty agrees.

“Promise?”

“Would you believe me if I say yes?” He heard her underlying tone. She wanted to know if he still trusts her.

“Yes.” Some color returns to Betty’s face as her cheeks turn a tint of pink matching her lips.”Betty I’m-”

“Jughead.” He shuts his eyes in frustration at getting interrupted again.

Once he registers the voice his frustration goes away.

“JB?” Jughead turns around to see his little sister running towards him. He gets up from the booth waiting to receive his little sister’s hug, his mom trailing behind her slowly.”What are you doing here?”

He remembers Jelly Bean and his mom walking into the court room with Betty.

Jughead looks down at the booth to see that it is now empty with Betty’s milkshake sitting without the strawberry on top. Jughead looks over his sister’s shoulder to see Betty at the entrance. She smiles at Jughead as she pops the strawberry in her mouth.

Jughead hears the familiar chime at the door as Betty disappears.

“Betty came to Toledo this morning and convinced mom to let us come see your trial.” Jughead smiles. She is the guardian angel that he doesn’t deserve.

“You really like her don’t you Jug?” Jelly Bean asks.

“Do you guys want anything to eat?” Jughead asks avoiding the question.

“We aren’t staying long.” Jughead’s mom

“I’m hungry mom.”

“Okay Jelly Bean we can stay and eat.”

“You’re the best.” Jelly Bean gives their mom a hug.

“I need the restroom just order me a-”

“Turkey burger no tomatoes and a neapolitan shake.” Jughead recites his mother’s usual order.

“I’ll be right back.” As soon as their mom was out of sight Jelly Bean leaned forward.

“Jug you have to take me to dad.”

“That’s not a good idea JB.”

“Please? I haven’t seen him in two years. Please if we go quick we will have enough time before mom catches up.” Jughead sighs. He hasn’t even worked up the courage to visit him yet. His sister has no idea how bad off their dad has been the past few years. Jughead is glad that she hasn't seen him in his constant drunken state. When Jughead sees his sister's sad eyes, he knows that he can't say no to her.

“We have to go quick.”

Jughead pulls out his wallet and throws money down onto the counter.”Hold the burger Pop, I’ll be back later.” Jughead says on his way out.

“Jughead your change!”

“Just put it towards a future meal.”

Jughead and Jelly Bean run to the sheriff’s station hoping to buy some time before their mom storms in and takes Jelly Bean away.

Jughead knows that they won’t have to deal with Sheriff Keller because he is busy dealing with the fight that happened in front of the court house.

Jughead walks in and instantly recognizes one of the men as the officer that sat in his hospital room with him.

“Can we see my dad?”

“Sure. Good to see you're doing well Jughead.” Jughead smiles awkwardly as they follow him back to the cell block.

“You have a visitor FP.” FP sits up and his eyes are stunned.

“Hey dad.” Jughead says. FP’s eyes begin getting misty.

“Jughead? Jelly Bean?”

“Hi daddy.” Jelly Bean says shyly.

“What are you guys doing here? Where is your mother?”

“Probably on our heels, so we don’t have much time. This was Jelly Bean’s idea.”

“Right.”

“I miss you daddy.”

“I miss you too sweetheart. Both of you.” FP looks at Jughead hopefully.

“Betty said that you had stopped drinking and started working with Fred again.”

“Yes that’s right. How’s Betty.”

“She got mom and I to come here.” Jelly Bean says excitedly.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from that girl.”

“Forsythe, Forsythia.” Mrs. Jones come running into the cell block.

“Hello Gladys.” FP says with a smirk on his face. Gladys scowls at him.

“FP.” Gladys rolls her eyes as she says his name.”Jelly Bean get in the car we are leaving now. This was a mistake!”

“Mom-”

“This town is toxic. This,” Gladys references their current situation,”this is toxic. Say goodbye Jelly Bean we’re leaving.” Tears are streaming down Jelly Bean’s face and Jughead’s heart is breaking. This is de ja vu.

“Mom please don’t leave. Please?” Jughead begs.

“Let them go Jughead.” His father says.

“Like I am going to listen to the convict.” Jughead snaps at his dad.

He runs after his mom and sister. Jughead’s brain is flashing back and forth between the day his mom dragged a crying Jelly Bean away from him and this current moment.

“I love you Jughead.”

“I love you too JB.” Mrs. Jones slammed the car door shut and drove off quickly leaving Jughead in the dust.

“Hey Jughead.” Kevin Keller appears outside of the station.”Have you seen Betty?”

“We were just at Pop’s, but my mom and sister showed up and she slipped out. I don’t know where she went.”

“Nobody does. Alice has a man hunt going on all over town looking for the two of you. That’s why I am here.”

“She is not here. We were at Pop’s about fifteen minutes ago which means she couldn’t have gotten too far.”

Kevin and Jughead searched different spots around town, looking for Betty. They continuously ran into people looking for her. Betty has a lot of people that care about her.

Where would Betty go? When they were kids and Betty would want to escape from her parents, she would come over to Jughead’s and they would hang out, until she had to go home before curfew. They would sit and talk in his treehouse. Lightbulb.

“I think I know where she is Kevin.”

“Let’s go.”

Jughead and Kevin approach his old house located near the river.

“Why would Betty be here?”

“Not here.” They walk down the path getting close to the river. They come upon a hidden tree house. Jughead breathes a sigh of relief as he spots Betty sitting up in the old tree house.

“How did you know she would be here?” Kevin asks amazed.

“Intuition.”

“This is some soul mate shit.” Jughead looks at Kevin confused.

“Oh right, well it’s no secret you are madly in love with the girl.”

“I am not!” Jughead can’t even believe the lie that is coming out of his mouth.”Betty.” Jughead says her name softly.

“Juggie?” Betty peaks her head out of the treehouse. Kevin awkwardly waves.”Kev.”

“Can we come up?” Jughead asks.

“It’s your tree house Jug.”

"Not anymore, but we're coming up anyways." Jughead and Kevin climb up the wooden ladder.

“It’s my two favorite boys. What’s up?” Betty says in a casual tone. Jughead and Kevin look at each other unsure of what to say. Betty has pulled herself together and she looks unusually happy. Jughead cannot understand for the life of him how Betty can put on this act all of the time. He has been around her for long enough to see the cracks.

“There are a lot of people out looking for you right now Betts.” Betty rolls her eyes.

“I can’t go anywhere anymore. My mom is too much.”

“At least she cares.” Jughead jokes and she looks at the two boys sadly.

“Wow I am such a jerk complaining about my mom. Sorry guys,” Betty says referring to the fact that both boys have been abandoned by their mothers.

When Jughead’s mom left, Kevin had sat beside him one day in class. He told him about the day his mom left when he was five years old. Jughead had appreciated his raw honesty. He knew that Kevin was the only person that could ever understand what he was going through. The only times they did talk was because they were mutual friends of Betty. Betty is friends with everyone.

“Betty you have every reason to complain about her, your mom is bat shit crazy.”

“But she loves you.” Jughead adds in.

“Let’s go home before she puts out an amber alert.” Betty says annoyed.”Thanks boys for finding me before she does.”

The three walk back onto the residential road. Kevin and Betty begin talking about some pop culture reference that Jughead hasn’t heard of, but he smiles as he walks with his friends.

Suddenly a station wagon cuts them off in their path almost taking them out.”Get in the car Betty!”

“Oh my god Mom!”

“Get in now.”

“Okay okay.” Betty’s quickly hugs Kevin. She looks over at Jughead and gives him a hug. She lingers for a bit and he lets her. He enjoys it.”Thanks Juggie. I’m sorry.”

“Bet-”

Alice blares the horn and they jump.”Jesus christ mom I’m coming!”

Betty gets in the car and slams the door shut and then Alice Cooper speeds off fast than Mrs. Jones just did. The theme of the day is women speeding away from Jughead.

“Rude she didn’t even offer us a ride home.” Jughead looks over at Kevin wondering how he always thinks of jokes on the spot.

“I don’t remember you being funny.”

“You must have hit your head pretty hard then.” Jughead smiles. Finally somebody with a real sense of humor. He now understands why they are friends.”I miss Betty all ready. She would have totally hit my arm after I said that joke.” Jughead can totally picture the scenario in his head.”I can’t even bring up her name without you turning redder than Cheryl Blossom’s lipstick.”

“Shut up.”

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Alice’s tires screeched as she pulled into the parking lot of the police station at a frightening speed. Alice pulls into a parking spot and slams on the brakes.

“Why are we here?”

“You are here to apologize for the stunt you just pulled in the court room.”

“You have always told me to stick up for myself. You wanted me to stand up to and never talk to Archie and Veronica again, so why is this any different?”

“You embarrassed yourself up there and your family.” The words stung. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass her family. She is sick of her mother’s bullying.

“You do a good job of that yourself mom. I am not perfect! Our family is not perfect! You and dad had a baby at sixteen that you gave away. Then Polly got pregnant at sixteen. Forgive me for wanting to create my own path.”

“You are on the path of self destruction Elizabeth.”

“Why is nothing I ever do good enough for you mom?” Betty asks with a mixture of sadness and anger.

“We will discuss this at home.” Betty’s mom says as she looks around at their public surrounding.

“I am not going in there.” Betty stands her ground.

“Oh yes you are, I am your mother and you are a minor.”

“Well it’s a good thing I turn sixteen next week. Ya that’s right it’s my birthday, which I know you forgot about. Sixteen also happens to be the age that you can be legally emancipated at.” Alice laughs.

“Oh the teenage dramatics and threats. Good luck getting the state to clear that.”

“A mother puts her daughter who doesn’t suffer from ADD on Adderall and countless other prescriptions. A sister who just had babies with her third cousin. A father stole files from a murder case. My mentally unstable mother who threw a brick through the window of her own business at her husband.” Betty feels bad at how brutal she is being.”Oh I have a case mother and I am not messing around. I love you mom, but I am not your robot. You cannot control me!”

Betty turns on her heels.”Get back here young lady or I will send the cops after you this time.” Betty turns back around and crosses her arms.

“I will turn around if you take me straight home?”

“You are going straight to your room.”

“Yes, let the grounding commence.” Betty says annoyed. Actually being grounded doesn’t sound all that bad right now.

When Betty gets home she slams the passenger side door.

“Your room now Elizabeth!”

Betty obeys her mother as she runs up to her room.

She slams her door. Betty feels her entire body fill up with rage.

She examines her clean and perfectly girly room. Her mind is filling up with all of the ugliness of the past year. Finding out Polly had been put away in an insane asylum, Jason’s murder, Archie rejecting her, Her parents almost divorce, her habit of digging her nails into her palm, the hot tub incident with Chuck, finding Polly at the asylum, Jughead getting stabbed, and him forgetting her.

Chuck’s words played on repeat in her mind.”Seeing him forget you is just too sweet.” Her head is now being fogged by darkness.

She starts with throwing her mirror to the ground. She rips to L off of her wall followed by the o, v, and e. She rips all of her pictures off of her vanity.

She picks up anything she can find and throws it. She tears apart everything in her room from her dresser to her wallpaper.

Betty has no idea how long she has been throwing everything around for, but she continues as she keeps finding things to break.

She feels strong arms wrap around her waist that lift her off of the ground. She tries her best to fight off the arms.

“Get off of me!”

“No.” The voice responds. Betty’s brain is still fogged up. She is angry. She can never have him and she doesn’t want him around her like this.

“Go away! Go away now!” She warns.

“No Betty.” The voice is stern. Betty elbows him in the stomach.

“Ow fuck.” All of the darkness escapes from Betty’s brain as she realizes what she’s done. His grip loosens and Betty begins crying.

“I am so sorry Jug. I didn’t mean to.” He lets her down. She turns around to see him clutching his abdomen where his stab wound is.

“It’s okay Betty.”

“It’s not okay!” Betty notices Archie, Polly, Cheryl, and Veronica standing in her doorway terrified. Betty looks around at her trashed room.”Get out!” Betty yells in embarrassment.

“Betty we’re not going any-”

“Get the hell out!” Betty slams the door on them. She turns around rememrbing that Jughead is there.”You too!” He reaches for her hand and she rejects him.”I said get out!”

“Betty please?” He looks at her with pleading eyes. She is so broken.

“I don’t want you here. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Okay.” Jughead says defeated.

He heads for her door sadly. Normally Betty would never be this awful to him, but she is not in the right state of mind.

Jughead’s hand touches the door handle when he hesitates. Betty wishes he would just leave all ready.

He betrays her verbal wishes and turns back around.

“Jughead-”

Jughead wraps his toned arms around her.”I am leaving Betts I promise. You’re my best friend.” Friend, the word stung worse than when she got attacked by a bee hive that Archie had accidentally stepped on in the fourth grade.”Come get me when you’re ready.” He sweetly places a kiss on her forehead, something Jughead had only done when they were really little.

Betty puts her hand to her forehead to feel where Jughead had kissed her as he leaves her room.

He opens the door revealing Archie, Polly, Cheryl, and Veronica all staring at them in amusement.

“Betty asked for privacy, let’s respect it.” Jughead shuts the door behind him.

She examines the mess around and Betty collapses onto her bed exhausted. She is too tired to care about the consequences of her outburst.

Betty Cooper has finally lost it.

A/N: So she said she loved him, but then she had to add onto it!

Betty has finally lost it :(. Considering what these kids have been through by age 16 I am surprised they all don't snap. 

Next up: Betty's condition puts Jughead's quest to regain his memories on hold and the beginning of Betty's sixteenth birthday.

Also thanks everyone for voting for my next story, looks like Spring Break is the winner!

[jug-headxbettytrash-blog]

Unfinished business

Based off the season finale…continuing on Bughead’s interrupted scene ;)

Word Count: 1,458

Betty watched him walk across the canteen, immediately glancing down at her food. It wasn’t his recent involvement with the Serpents, but rather the constant longing. Before, Betty was content with shy touches; uncertain grazing of hands, chaste kisses, controlled, careful positioning of hands that never strayed from her back or shoulder. But since that night, she wanted more. Needed more. “You okay?” He asked, resting a hand atop her knee, and Betty involuntarily clenched her thighs, silently wanting him to trail those fingers higher. She mumbled a response, nodding silently, not sure where to look. Whenever she glanced at him, she was transfixed by his lips; unable to shake the feeling of his teeth grazing her neck, tongue flicking out to trace the mark he’d left. She felt wrong for harbouring those thoughts, she was repulsed that she could no longer spend time with him without wanting that.

“If this is about the jacket-” Jughead coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. While he didn’t sport the item in public, it was somehow comforting to have, to just see it hanging on the back of his bedroom door. Before the leather material had been more of an omen, reminding him of his tainted childhood, causing his stomach to clench at the pride his father took in the ownership. But now he understood. Understood that it wasn’t a sin to want to be part of something; to be accepted; to feel belonged. The Serpents never made offers lightly. Even though his father wasn’t around, a new sort of hope had presented itself. “No. God no, Juggie, nothing like that.” Betty stumbled over the words, suddenly finding the loose thread, on the cuff of her jumper, rather interesting. The jacket was the least of her worries. She had been so immersed in defending the Serpents that it would be hypocritical of her to judge, so in truth it didn’t bother her.

Jughead ran a hand through his hair, knocking off the hat, sighing at the predicament. Betty had never acted so withdrawn. His father’s imprisonment hadn’t scared her away, his failed birthday party hadn’t sent her running, nothing had. So why did one jacket change things. That night, he’d followed her inside, to find her hastily clothing herself and he didn’t push her. He hadn’t expected to resume where they’d left off. Betty had glanced at the window, biting her lip, and shifting her weight to one leg. “Can I stay?” She’d asked and silently he nodded, noticing her gaze straying to the crest of a serpent. Shrugging it off, and reluctantly tossing it onto the couch, he followed her down the hall. The following morning, he’d awoken with one hand under her shirt, the other draped over her hip. Slowly, he disentangled himself, not wanting her to wake up and feel pressured. While there was no doubt of her feelings, Jughead didn’t want to presume. A week on, he was still reserved in his actions and she was withdrawn.

Veronica and Archie chatted idly in the booth, starkly contrasting the stoic couple across from them. Veronica leaned in, hair veiling their every action as she bowed her forehead against his, encapsulated in their own world. Meanwhile, Jughead rested his head against the back of the leather seat, staring at the ceiling, and Betty stared blankly out the window, leaning out of his reach. “See you tomorrow,” Archie announced, dragging the couple away from their similarly tormented thoughts, both nodding absently. “I better get going as well,” Betty mumbled standing and manoeuvring past him; her thighs brushing his knees. Jughead caught her wrist, with more force than he’d intended, as he drew her back in, fast, against his chest. “Betty I need to know what I did wrong.” Jughead pleaded, eyes softening at her conflicted expression. Heaving a sigh, Betty shifted roles: catching him by the sleeve and dragging him outside, veering around the corner of the building into a sheltered alcove of dustbins.

“You haven’t done anything wrong!” She exasperated, almost irritated with his confusion towards the matter. “I just want- I mean, I need…” Fumbling for an explanation, not too sure how to voice her desire- never having been faced with this situation- Betty grabbed him by the lapels of his denim jacket, smothering his lips with bruising pressure. Jughead’s hands moved on instinct, tracing the curve of her thighs, raising the hairs on her skin, as his feather like touch- gentle, but desperate- moved higher, never settling, needing to explore; running over the silk underwear, fingers lightly teasing, threatening to move the material aside. Betty jutted her hips forward, encouraging, trying to alleviate the pent-up desire of the past week. Another kiss swallowed his groan, before he moved to place open-mouth kisses along her neck, grazing his teeth along her collarbone. Not here. “We can’t…not right here.” He gasped against her skin. “Jughead.” She scolded. “There’s no one around.” Even Betty was astounded at her level of class, or lack thereof. When she had imagined her first time she had envisioned a romantic setting; candlelight, music, a bed. If her mother had any say, it would inevitably be her wedding night. Despite the absence of any of that, Betty realised that it didn’t matter. She didn’t need luxuries, or any semblance to perfection to compensate. All she needed was Jughead. Everything else fell away. She didn’t balk at the cold, concrete wall- that scraped through the thin material of her top- rather than a plush bed, or the empty beer-cans that were scattered around them like the should-be-roses, or the murky street lights that served as the candles.

“I love you, Jughead.” Betty whispered, brushing a thumb across his cheek. That seemed to be reassurance, for he wasted no time bunching her skirt higher around her ribcage and dragging the silk underwear further down, ripping it in his haste. “Shit.” He hissed, and Betty caught his wrist moving it between the apex of her thighs, disregarding the tattered garment around her ankles. She plunged her fingers into his hair, as he braced a hand against the wall, beside her head, stumbling for leverage, kicking a can. He released a low laugh, and ground his hips against hers; tauntingly. He pulled back again and she let out a low bark of protest- which dissolved as his touch became rushed and assured, hoisting her thighs higher above his hips, offering better access.  

While Betty always despised her ‘good girl’ appearance, she had never strayed from the mind-set or persona regarding her sexuality, until now. Yes, she spoke out against corruption, and she highlighted her family’s mistakes, but she had never pursued anything to taint her purity. Now, those thoughts didn’t stop her, but rather an overwhelming nervousness consumed her, realising how utterly inexperienced she was. What if Jughead broke up with her because she didn’t know how to do…this? She cursed herself for not being versed on such intimacy. She wanted to please him, not make a fool of herself. But judging by his actions, rubbing her lightly, he didn’t seem phased. Pushing past her nerves, Betty gave into the lust, and moved on instinct, responding to him. Her entire world was constricted to his touch.

Jughead was past reasonable thought. He no longer cared for the location, only that Betty Cooper was writhing beneath his hands. Any hope he’d had that they still might make it back to the trailer was gone. He’d wanted this for too long, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Betty seemed to be thinking along the saw the lines, for she reached between their bodies to free him from the constraint of his jeans. Jughead leaned his head against the cold wall, composing himself for a moment, as Betty clutched onto his shoulders, breathing hard against his neck. He drew back, looking deep into her eyes while sheathing himself fully inside of her. A whimper escaped her lips, and he stilled. After a few moments, she nodded, tugging on his lip. Their movements were sloppy at first, considering neither knew what to do, and standing wasn’t ideal, but they managed to create a rhythm; moving in synchronization. Her back arched off the wall and she tugged on his hair as her climax hit and he followed shortly afterwards.

Car headlights broke their moment; gasping for air as the high passed. Jughead pressed her close to the wall, body completely covering hers; shielding her from any onlookers. “We should go,” she whispered, unhooking her ankles from around his torso, sliding down the wall, legs aching. Hands intertwined, they returned to the trailer, with the excuse that Betty couldn’t return home in such a state without raising Alice’s suspicions.

[juggieheadcoopers-blog]

Can you write a bughead oneshot where they don't talk about the first kiss and dance around it for a while. Suddenly their schools Shakespeare company is doing a production of Romeo and Juliet (ironically) but the thing is Juggie doesn't get the role of Romeo (like Reggie or Archie does) and he interrupts the show midway through by reading the dialogue at the first meeting scene. Sorry it's super specific but I love your oneshots

This one was really fun to write, hope you enjoy it!

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“I need everyone to quiet down!”

The theatre director stood backstage in the middle of chaos - costume pieces flying every which way, scripts fluttering across the hardwood floor, actors and actresses practicing their lines in their not-so-inside voices.

“Reggie, stop putting the props in Chuck’s ear, what did I say after the last time?” She hurried over to the boys standing by the props table, her long hair whipping over her shoulder as she frantically ripped the tiny object out of Reggie’s hand.

“I can’t believe we’re being forced to perform such an archaic piece of literary garbage. It’s so outdated,” Veronica whined, tossing her script onto a folding chair by the side of the stage. “I mean what teenager nowadays would climb up to someone’s window as a way of declaring one’s affections for them?”

Betty’s eyes went wide as she glanced at Jughead, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

“No one,” Betty said almost too quickly, fiddling with a fraying piece of fabric on her costume and avoiding Veronica’s gaze.

“Exactly, B, glad to see you’re on my side on this one,” Veronica beamed at Betty before pulling on the arm of her dress and frowning. “Although, the fact that you’re our Juliet isn’t really helping the cause.”

Jughead gently pulled Betty away from Veronica, leaning in close to her ear so no one else could hear them.

“Bets, are we ever going to talk about it?” Jughead whispered. “It’s been weeks.”

“Talk about what?” Betty feigned confusion as she turned away from him to busily flip through her script. 

“You know what,” Jughead muttered, lowering his gaze to give her a knowing look.

“Alright, that’s enough!” The director’s voice rose above the chatter, signaling to to the group that it was time to meet with her in the center of the stage. “Gather around everyone, we don’t have a lot of time!”

“You said to pretend like nothing happened,” Betty reminded Jughead, looking back at him struggling to keep of with her as she hurried to join the rest of the group. “So that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Jughead, honestly, the faster you’re done wasting my time, the faster I can be done wasting yours,” the director sighed, turning to the students staring at her with bored expressions and taking an annoyed breath. “As you all know, our first performance of Romeo and Juliet is tomorrow. You all have put a lot of work into this and I expect that you will treat the performance with as much respect as it deserves. In other words, if you make a mockery of this program, I will see you in detention for an entire month - I’m looking at you Reggie. Okay, let’s get this over with!”

“Betty, I didn’t mean for us to skirt around each other like we were never even friends,” Jughead explained, taking her by the elbow and spinning her around slightly to meet his gaze. “I miss talking to you.”

“I miss you too, Juggie,” Betty admitted, her lips twitching into a faint smile as she allowed herself get lost in his eyes for a moment.

“Juliet, wherefore art thou Romeo? I know that’s not what that really means, but- oh never mind,” the director stammered, but stopped abruptly when she realized a dozen eyes were staring at her like she was crazy. “Seriously, Betty, where is he?”

“I’m here, Ms. Machin!”

As if on cue, Archie Andrews burst through the stage door to join the rest of his classmates on the stage.

“Sorry, I had music rehearsal with the pussycats and-” Archie struggled to catch his breath as he quickly tried to explain himself, but was cut off by an aggravated Ms. Machin shoving his costume in his face.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve put so much time and effort into other activities, Archie, but we have a performance tomorrow,” Ms. Machin reminded him. “So can we please run through this play before I start ripping my hair out of my head?”

“Yikes,” Veronica winced. “Sounds like someone needs a good long bath and a bottle of merlot after this horrid play is over and done with. And I don’t just mean me.”

“So are we okay?” Jughead asked, turning to Betty as she watched the group disperse in front of her. “You and me?”

“That depends,” Betty shrugged. “What did the kiss mean?”

“Bets, why do we have to decide that right now, I don’t-”

Rolling her eyes, Betty turned away from Jughead, already tired of hearing this answer, and made her way across the stage to look up at Archie putting one arm through the jacket that accompanied his costume.

“Arch, can we go over the blocking for our last scene together one more time?” Betty asked. “I just want to be sure I have it down perfectly.”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Archie agreed, tugging on the hem of his jacket and smiling down at her as they headed off to a quieter location to practice.

“Okay, what is going on with you two?” Veronica emerged from somewhere behind Jughead, gesturing towards Betty with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been dodging each other for weeks. Seriously I watched Betty dive into the girl’s bathroom just to avoid running into you last week. Something happened between you two didn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead muttered, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably and staring at a spot in the hardwood floor. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god, I knew it!” Veronica exclaimed, her face brightening at the thought of an unexpected romance. “But wait, then what’s the problem?”

“A few weeks ago, we kind of had…” Jughead fidgeted in his spot, lowering his voice so he couldn’t be heard by any unsuspecting ears. “A moment.”

“Meaning?”

“We kissed,” Jughead admitted. “And afterwards I kind of… freaked out.”

“Like you ran screaming in the other direction like a five-year-old afraid of those people in the creepy character costumes at an amusement park?” Veronica asked, her brows drawing together as she tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“No,” Jughead sighed. “I just - I panicked and didn’t think she wanted it to happen. I mean, it was kind of out of the blue. But then again, it really wasn’t. Anyway, I told her just to pretend like it didn’t happen and now…”

“Now she’s treating you like you’re a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe,” Veronica finished for him, nodding as if she understood exactly what he was talking about. “I mean you try to ignore it, but it keeps making itself known every time you walk and it sticks to the floor.”

“Kinda harsh,” Jughead scoffed. “But essentially - yes.”

“Well lucky for you, Ronnie knows how to fix even the direst dating woe,” Veronica assured him, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. “And believe it or not, this situation is not that dire. Here’s what you need to do - you need to show her that you really do want to be with her. Make some grand gesture, do whatever it takes to get her to believe you.”

“Well, how do I do that?”

“That part’s up to you my friend,” Veronica told him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder as she turned to Archie and Betty at the other end of the stage. “But if I were you, I’d do it soon. Her Romeo is literally her dream Romeo, so I’d act fast.”

With that, Veronica crossed the stage to talk to a few of the girls in charge of the set decoration, leaving Jughead to watch as Betty laughed at something Archie was saying from across the stage.

“But he’s not,” Jughead muttered to himself, thinking back to the day he crawled into her room and kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Okay, let’s run through the balcony scene before we do a complete run-through!” Ms. Machin directed the group, gesturing for everyone to get into places with frantic hands. “Let’s go, people, the clock is ticking!”

“Okay, Juggie, it’s now or never,” Jughead whispered under his breath. “You might not be her Romeo in the play, but you were her Romeo when you climbed through her window the other day.”

“Alright, Act 2, Scene 2,” Ms. Machin clapped her hands together as the actors began to file into their positions. “Juliet appears on the balcony above, Romeo is below when he spots her and-”

Archie stepped onto the stage, glancing up at Betty with a look of longing as he began to deliver his lines.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the-”

Jughead couldn’t wait anymore. Before he could talk himself out of it, he hopped out from behind the lighting booth and made his way onto the stage.

“It is the east and Juliet is the sun,” Jughead finished the line for Archie, causing dozens of eyes to look to him with curious -yet intrigued- expressions.

“Jughead Jones, I will not have you make a mockery of-” Ms. Machin’s face was beet red from anger, but Veronica stepped behind her to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Let him finish!” Veronica insisted, nodding for Jughead to finish the line as he stood in front of the balcony, looking up at Betty.

“Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou fair maid art far more fair than she,” Jughead continued, meeting Betty’s gaze with a look of regret and sorrow. “I messed up Bets. I should have told you how I felt about you a long time ago, but I was scared. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way so I kind of - freaked out.”

“Juggie, all you had to do was talk to me,” Betty told him, taking a step closer to the edge of the balcony and leaning over it to smile down at him. “You can talk to me about anything.”

“I know,” Jughead met her smile before turning to everyone watching them and taking a deep breath. “So I’m asking you this now, in front of our entire class - will you go out with me?”

“Of course I will,” Betty answered, and a roar of cheers coming from the cast made an embarrassed giggle escape her lips.

Before anyone could protest, Jughead started climbing up the ladder meant to look like vines crawling up the side of the building and hoisted himself up and over the balcony to join Betty.

“Mr. Jones, that set it to be handled with care don’t you-” Ms. Machin yelled from the stage, but Jughead was already up and over before she could finish her sentence.

“Now, that’s the kind of play I would be excited about performing,” Veronica muttered to herself, clapping her hands together happily as she watched her friends smile at one another with goofy grins.

“Feel familiar?” Jughead asked as they stood in front of the hand-built window, his hands on her waist as she took a step closer to him.

“No yet,” Betty breathed before closing the space between them and placing her hands on his cheeks, their lips meeting with a kiss that was even better than their first.

[imyourliquor-youremypoison]

Fic tag game

Tagged by my wonderful @reivenesque <3

Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 stories. see if there are any patterns. then tag some of your favorite authors!

Too Close For Comfort (Stiles x Reader) Not posted yet (but soon!)

You know what really sucks when your brother is a werewolf? Everything.

And that doesn't even come close to reality, (Y/N)'s life has become so much more difficult since Scott was bitten by Peter. Having an asthmatic twin brother whose main concern in life was to pass his math class was boring, but it was safe and (Y/N) had the privilege of being the most extra of the two – ah good times ! But then of course Scott's asthma became a thing of the past, added to his new found super strength and speed, his popularity went from zero to ten real quick, leaving (Y/N) in the dust, far behind him.

In The Name of Love (Peter Pan x Reader)

"Who are you?" A voice asked behind you, causing your eyes to snap open with a start.

The cold had paralyzed your bones. You didn't know how much time had passed since you set foot on this shore but it was freezing and there was no food or people for what you could see. That didn't prevent you from sleeping with a knife hidden in your clothes. Well, clothes was a big word, for you were only wearing small chunks of ripped material, revealing almost as much as if you weren't wearing anything, but at least your skin wasn't in direct contact with the cold stone on which you decided to take a nap before investigating the jungle to see if there was a living soul here.

Seems like there was after all, and they found you first. The manly voice came from behind you and in a split second you jumped on your feet, ignoring the pain in your articulations and pulling the knife out, holding it right against the stranger's throat, the tip digging in his skin.

"I see," he said evasively, way too calm for someone you had a knife at his throat.

Great Minds Think Alike (Jughead x OC)

The first time Iris entered the small town of Riverdale, she thought she had just stumbled upon the most boring place on earth and gave a desperate look to her dad as soon as she saw the ridiculously low number of people who lived here under the Welcome to Riverdale sign.

Pleast Don’t (Newt x Reader)

“No!” Heather said sternly, putting both of her hands in front of her, preventing Minho from coming closer. “Nononono! Don’t you dare!”

The boy took a step forward, his hands still holding the small creature. He had caught a spider and was running after the girl with it, almost dying from laughter every time she let out a squeal and ran away.

“C’mon Heath! The small beast ain’t eating the big one!” He teased her, making her jump back when he approached. Heather shivered from disgust and huffed.

“Put that thing away from me, I’m not kiddin’ Minho!” The threatening finger she pointed at him didn’t seem to bother him much and his smile grew wider. “I will put a bloody Beetle Blade in your hammock tonight if you take another step!” He simply rolled his eyes, not scared for a second.

“How can such a pretty mouth swear like yours? You’re spending too much time with Newt,” Minho scoffed, the spider still struggling to escape from the fingers.

The World is Vast (Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader)

The clicking of your heels on the ground was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. You dived your hands in the pockets of your jacket to keep you warm and hurried a bit to get home quickly. London. What a beautiful city, even at night. Apart from some groups of friends going out for the night and the sound of cabs, it was completely still. It might seem a little creepy to be out there on your own when you’re a girl and you just arrived in a new city, but not to you. You found that oddly calming and reassuring. As if the world allowed you to have a break and appreciate silence and just think. You moved to London two weeks ago. You couldn’t even count how many times a stranger in a bar – sometimes even more than one in a night – asked you why you moved here. The truth is, there is no reason. You were just sick of where you used to live, you needed change. And something – though you haven’t found it yet – was drawing you here.

Restaurant Dates Are the Worst! (Seb Stan x Reader)

You looked around you, scrutinizing your surroundings, letting your eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – you looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from you, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while talking to you.

The reason why you hated dates just came rushing back to you but it was too late to back down now, you said yes – God knows why – and you showed up to this restaurant where your date told you to come.

Break the Walls (Michael Clifford x OC)

Honestly, Michael thought he was hallucinating when he saw her. He remembered blinking a few times, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, but regardless of what he did, she didn’t vanish in the air. Her name popped in his mind the second he laid his eyes on her, though he hadn’t her of her for over two years. For Christ’s sake, his High School crush was just across from the street! She still looked the same. Her hair seemed a little longer, but she still sported a side cut some strands of hair were tied into small braids which she used to tie it into a ponytail. It was still dyed in that crazy pastel pink fashion. There was a cigarette tucked between her lips, and she had these huge dark circles under her eyes. That was something new.

Off Limits (Chris Schistad x OC)

Some things are simply not meant to be. Even when people maximized their chances by doing everything in their power to achieve their goal, it wasn’t always enough. Like in this maddening scene in Titanic where Jack can’t get on the floating door, and after everything he has gone through to be with Rose, he just dies. Well, maybe this was a little bit dramatic, chances are you won’t die in real life, you will just be really, really frustrated because all your efforts are thrown into the trash. But she was drifting from the subject.

Somehow, Mara’s brother had befriended the one guy who was simultaneously the absolute worst and the best thing that has ever happened to her. William and Chris were inseparable friends since- since always. As far as her memory goes, Chris has always been in their lives. He was like family to a certain extent – and that was precisely her problem.

Let Us Live (Peter Pan x Reader)

A strange and quite unusual unrest reigned in the camp and the lost boys whispered questions to one another, wondering what was happening. Most of them just wanted to go back to sleep, while some refused to fall asleep not knowing what the reason for all this fuss was. The low whispers suddenly stopped mid-sentence when Felix walked past the group of sleepy boys. His features were twisted in an ungraceful displeased frown and his entire aura screamed ‘shut the fuck up or you’ll regret it’. A heavy silence settled in until his figure disappeared in the night, but his destination was clear: he was heading towards Pan’s shack. The wooden door creaked open, making it impossible for him to enter without being noticed. Not that it was a problem for Pan was wide awake, looking as indifferent as usual even though Felix out of all the boys was the one capable of telling when he just pulled that face as a facade. This was one of those moments. “It’s been two days Pan,” Felix stated, clicking his tongue as a mean of punctuation. “I know,” Peter growled, glaring towards the boy as if saying 'tell me something i don’t know’. The blond boy almost expected him to continue but Peter kept quiet. “Where is she?” Felix asked.

Take Me Away (Luke Hemmings x Reader)

Tonight’s sky was dark and starless, and the moon remained hidden behind the invisible clouds hovering above her head. If it wasn’t for the streetlights, she would be swallowed by darkness. Right now, it felt like she could disappear in the night, in a snap. Her pace increased slightly when she began to move her short legs faster, her arms tightly holding herself, as if she was trying not to fall apart, and her arms were the last thing preventing her from bursting out of her skin. Wiping her hair to the side, the girl looked up, still searching for a star – just one – but the sky stayed oddly murky. Now that she was looking up she stopped walking. Her head tilted backwards and her small frame made everything look bigger than it actually was, and trees suddenly seemed to reach the sky. Silence was everywhere and it filled her. Taking a deep breath felt like the best thing to do. If she was sure not to get hit by a car, she would have laid in the middle of the road, just because it seemed to be cool in the movies and she always wanted to do that. Looking over her shoulder, her gaze landed on the empty road, then she listened closely for a couple of seconds, but there still was no sound to be heard except for the faint music in the distance. It shined like the entire town was sleeping. But something made her continue her way, shaking her head as she walked away and forgot about this stupid idea. Maybe it was better like that, she didn’t need to be careless to enjoy herself.

Right ?

Okay so now I realize most of my writings have shitty beginnings expect maybe for one or two of them haha *starts crying*

I tag @s-kamimagines @kingpendleton @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @mrsjugheadjonesthethird @protectjugheadjonesiii @imaginebucky @malumshighlight @that-sokovian-bastard @lets-imagine-fanfics  @robbie-kay-peter-pan-imagines

[riverdalewritings]

Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

     “Hey, (Y/N)!” my older brother’s voice rang out from our foyer. I knew that there were siblings who never got along, but Archie and I were best friends. Thankfully, I was friends with all of his friends too, and everyone got along great. Well, except one, that is. Forsythe Pendleton Jones III, or as our friends stupidly called him, Jughead. I don’t know why he and I didn’t get along. Archie told me once that it was due to him and I being too similar, meaning sarcastic and tough. That much was true, but I hated being compared to Jughead.

     I walked out into our foyer, excited to see everyone. Archie was usually always late from school, either because of music or football practice, and Betty and Ronnie were always at cheerleading, so it wasn’t often that I got to hang out with them. When I turned the corner, I was met with Betty’s smiling face, and Archie, holding bags of food from Pop’s.

     “(Y/N)!” Betty opened her arms and I went to hug her. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve hung out.”

     “Pfft, we saw her five days ago,” Veronica answered with a roll of her eyes, but when Betty pulled away, she smiled. “My turn.” She hugged me too, her cape that I loved enveloping my shoulders.

     When we had finished our greetings, I made a move to say hi to Archie, but to my horror, I made eye contact with none other than Jughead. He was hanging behind Archie, uncomfortable. Archie, bless him, had been trying to get us to like each other for years, but it had never worked.

     Archie nudged Jughead’s shoulder, obviously so Jughead would say hi to me, and, in his way, he did.

     “Sophomore,” he bit out, like the word was poisoned.

     “Forsythe,” I shot back, my eyebrow arched. He rolled his eyes and looked at the ground.

     “Um..” Betty tried to cut through the tension, but didn’t know what else to say. She looked at Archie, wide eyed, and shrugged.

     “We’re going to hang out, (Y/N), if you want to join us. I got food,” Archie said, trying his best to be the mediator. He glanced at Jughead, who, eyes still on the ground, looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

     “Yeah, yeah. I will! Definitely.” I smiled, trying to reassure my brother, but I heard Jughead sigh. Archie rolled his eyes and shook his head, and started leading everyone up to his room, me behind him, followed by Veronica and Betty, and of course, Jughead, lastly, as usual.

     When we got settled, Ronnie and I at the head of Archie’s bed, Betty sat in the middle, and Archie and Jughead on chairs, the food was passed around. I immediately grabbed for the fries, everyone knowing they were my weakness. Of course, Jughead took most of the food, which I was pretty sure was the only thing he liked.

     We talked about school and our classes, and how Archie’s music was going. He was working on some new stuff, and was meeting with Josie in a few days to go over it, and promised to share it with us soon. But, of course, the conversation soon turned to the Blossom’s, and Jason’s murder that had rocked our small little town. It still scared me a little, but I would never show it. It was a touchy subject, especially with Betty, but she wanted to know how Jughead’s book was going. His stupid book, which was all he could talk about.

     “It’s going well,” he responded, eyebrows knit together like he was really thinking hard. “You know, uncovering the truths from all the phonies in this town is the best part.” When he said that, I literally laughed out loud.

     “Ok, Holden Caulfield,” I said, rolling my eyes. He was so dramatic.

     “Oh, like you could do better,” he snapped.

     “Yeah, Jones, I probably could,” was my rebuttal, amongst the sighs from Betty, Ronnie, and Archie. They hated when Jughead and I fought, but it always happened. I felt bad for them, but Jughead got on my nerves constantly. He was saying something now, too, but I decided to tune him out, in favor of finishing my french fries. Just to get more on his nerves, I decided to pretend after his spiel that I really hadn’t heard him at all.

     When he finished, I looked back to him and said, “Hm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over my eternal hope that you would shut up.” He was going to say something back, but it was then that Archie stood up, clearly having enough.

     “That’s it, guys, I’m serious. You’re both my friends, and this has gone on for way too long. You both act ridiculous, and there isn’t even a reason you two should hate each other in the first place. Betty, Ronnie, and I are leaving you guys here until you make up and become civil to each other, and I don’t care if it takes all night. We’re all so sick of you arguing. So, what do you say? Can you do that for me, please?” Archie look towards me, clearly exasperated, and I felt so bad, but I couldn’t stand being within 50 feet of Jughead. How was I supposed to take being in the same room alone with him?

     “(Y/N)?” Archie urged, eyes pleading. I sighed.

     “I’m sorry Arch, but to quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line 92, ‘no’.” I punctuated the word “no” and looked right at Jughead when I said it. He was looking at me, and when I gave my answer, he clenched his jaw and looked away. I got up off the bed to leave, but Archie stood in front of me.

     “I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I don’t see any other way we can get passed this. Come on Bets, Ronnie. We can watch TV downstairs.” Betty and Veronica both looked at me and smiled, but I could tell it was out of sympathy. I couldn’t believe this. My best friends leaving me in a room, alone, with Jughead. I don’t know if I’d ever forgive them.

     They all walked out and Archie shut the door lightly. Jughead paced his room, not looking at me, and I settled back on Archie’s bed, sighing as I did.

     “Well, Forsythe, looks like we’re in for a long night.”

     “Which is exactly the opposite of what I ever wanted with you.” He didn’t stop pacing, arms crossed in front of him.

     I decided to let that one go, because, truly, I did feel bad for Archie. It honestly had to be terrible for him, to see his best friend and his sister go at it week after week. Maybe, maybe, there would be some way I could start to hate Jughead less.

     “Listen,” I said, after a few moments of silence. “I’m only doing this for Archie’s benefit, ok? I feel bad for him, and maybe we are ridiculous. I never want to be friends with you, but maybe we can find some common ground, so we can stop fighting like cats and dogs.”

     Jughead sighed, but stopped his pacing and sat back down on his chair, backwards. After a few seconds passed, he looked at me. “What do you suggest?”

     “Maybe.. I don’t know. Maybe we could list things we don’t hate about each other,” I threw out, saying the first thing that came to mind. Jughead just looked at me, eyebrows furrowed.

     “Well? Go ahead,” he said, gesturing with his hand, after another few seconds passed.

     “Wait, why do I have to go first? The gentlemanly thing to do would be for you to go first, Jones.”

     “No one ever said I was a gentleman.”

     “Well, you got me there” I retorted, before going silent again. I thought for a few moments, on what I could possibly say about Jughead that wasn’t mean. The only thing that came to mind was, “I like your hat, I guess.”

     “You, what? Say again?” I sighed, because he had obviously heard me.

     “I LIKE YOUR HAT,” I said louder, “even if it does make you look like Goober Pyle from The Andy Griffith Show..”

     “Gee, thanks so much. Uh..god. Let’s see. You don’t have the worst fashion sense I’ve ever seen.”

     “You’re too kind,” I deadpanned. But, if truth be told, I was kind of enjoying this. It was, almost nice, to talk to Jughead, instead of yelling at him.. We traded a few more “compliments” until it was his turn again, and all I can say is that he hit me with a bombshell.

     “I guess, some people could say, in the right light, you’re,” he sighed, “..attractive.” He looked at me, expectantly, curiously, before cutting in again. “Well? You could say I’m attractive.”

     “You are, attractive,” and, wait, what? I hadn’t meant to say that. I hadn’t ever meant to admit that. Yes, ok, maybe deep down, deep, deep down, I had some feelings for Jughead, but annoyance was what I always felt the most. But, now, I wasn’t too sure..

     We both stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. The tension in the room was thick, palpable, and we both let it sit there, simmering, until Jughead got up, walked over, and sat on the bed next to me. He looked down at the floor, at his feet, and twisted his hands together. He sighed, seemingly collecting himself, before he spoke again.

     “Listen, I don’t know how this, thing, started between us. When I first met you, I just thought of you as Archie’s little sister.” I gave out a huff at that, which caused Jughead to turn and look at me.

     “No, listen,” he started again. “You were Archie’s little sister, you know? And then, I don’t know. Somewhere along the way, I guess I started having feelings for you. I’ve never had feelings for anyone, ok? And it scared me, because, of all people, I started liking my best friend’s sister. And it felt wrong, and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just started lashing out at you, which you gave right back to me, and it dissolved into this. So, I guess this is me, apologizing, and telling you that, I...like you.” He looked into my eyes, but I was too dumbfounded to answer. I could see worry flash across his face, and he tore his gaze away from me.

     “Aaaaand this is me leaving.” He made a move to get up, but my hand shot out to grab his arm and pull him back down.

     “Jug,” I started, but never finished. I didn’t know what to say. Everything he had just admitted was exactly what I had felt, too, and it took him saying it for me to realize. I stared into his eyes, searching, and, at a loss, I leaned in.

     Only once had I ever dreamed of kissing Jughead. It was two summer’s ago, when all of us were hanging out and swimming at a friend of Archie’s pool, and someone said something that had made Jughead laugh. I had never seen him look carefree before, and for a split moment, I thought about how beautiful he had looked, all his stress forgotten. But I pushed that feeling down, away, because we hated, or, I thought we hated each other, and that was how it was supposed to be.

     I never knew his lips would be this soft, or that he could be this gentle, letting me lead the way, to not step over any boundaries. I moved my arm up his chest to his neck, bringing him closer, relishing the way we moved together, so in sync. He moved his hands to the small of my back and shifted, getting closer. We got so caught up in the moment that we didn’t hear the door creak open, until it was too late.

     “What the hell?”

     Jughead whipped around, frightened at Archie’s voice. “Um..” was the only thing he could muster.

     “We’re um..” I said, trying to talk my way out of the situation. “You said you wanted us to get along so..”

     “Uh, yeah! Get along, as friends! Not make out on my BED!” Archie gestured towards us frantically, and his yelling brought Betty and Veronica up to his room, too.

     “Oh my god, they were making out?! This is amazing! Move.” Veronica burst into Archie’s room, towing Betty along with her, who had her eyes cast down to the floor. They made their way over to me, and Ronnie grasped my hand and yanked me up.

     “You can talk to her later, lover boy,” she said to Jughead, “but girl, right now, you’re coming with me.” She yanked both Betty and I out of the room, and dragged me into mine, leaving Archie and Jughead alone.

     Jughead walked over to Archie, and could only muster “sorry”. After a few seconds, Archie’s expression softened, dissolving into a smile. He threw his arm around Jughead’s shoulder, and said, with a shake of his head, “Dude, I knew it.”

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Part 4

A/N: A definite Progression in My Character and Jughead! then they’re off to High School! (Non Riverdale Gifs are of Kenzi from Lost Girl)

Michelle POV

Over the summer we all hung out like we used to,though I noticed Jughead only hung out with us in group settings. He had changed over the summer becoming more with drawn,writing more and working at The Twilight Drive in. I asked Archie and Betty about it one day as we all hung out at Archie’s while his dad was at work.

“Why do you think Jug’s become so distant lately?” I asked sitting on the couch as we watched some live performances on TV to gather inspiration for our next gig.

Archie seemed to be mulling over telling me something then finally sighed and gave in. “Well we haven’t been invited to his place since his parents split up either,but he’s been avoiding you the most because....” Archie licked his lips in nervous hesitation.

I looked at him expectantly “yeah?” “Because he like you.” Archie said hurriedly. I looked up at him in surprise. “He didn’t want me to say anything in case it got weird but before he punched me,he told me you were smart and creative and I was a moron for not appreciating you.” Archie looked away and mumbled. “He is NOT going to be happy I told you that.”

As I looked away speechless.

 Betty,who had been quietly watching us the entire time,spoke up. “Well you like him too right?” she smiled.

I froze and eyed her nervously. “Wh-what makes you say that?”

Betty grinned,”It’s kind of obvious from small things you;ve said and the way you look at each other and then avoid eye contact the rest of the day. right Arch?” Archie nodded in agreement. “Yep I’m slow on the uptake and even I noticed!”

“I wish someone looked at me like that.” Betty responded quietly looking at Archie. He ducked his head giving Betty an apologetic look before turning to me and saying. “Jughead has never looked or acted like that around any girl before,unless they were interested in Food. So it makes him nervous,but no matter how he acts I don’t think he’s horrified of the idea.”

((Not even with Betty?)) I thought he liked her at one point but kept that to myself.  Betty put a reassuring hand on my leg and smiled warmly,snapping me out of my thoughts. “I think you should talk to him.”

I smiled nervous but nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll do that.” That was the last we talked about it,I promised to call Jughead the next day and we took a break from the music and decided to watch Ghost busters instead,with our soda and popcorn,sitting on the couch,Archie in the middle as we settled in for the night.

The next day when I got home I texted Jughead’s number.

((Can we talk?)) A few seconds later I got a reply.

(Tree house 30 mins.))

I smiled and buttoning my long black rayon jacket,headed out to meet the boy I would finally admit my feelings for.

I left the house glad My Mom was at work at The Mediterranean store and My little Twin Sisters were at a Friend’s house. (well technically they were My Nieces but we had grown up together) So I didn’t have to explain I was meeting a boy in the woods,Jughead or not.

It didn’t take long to reach the woods behind the school where Jughead had built the Tree House with the help of Archie. I didn’t see Jughead at first so I walked up the ladder and waited anxiously.

Then I noticed him striding toward me,head down,a backpack slung over one shoulder.  ((Why does he have that with him?)) I wondered,then thought to myself wryly. ((Maybe he has a bunch of food in there or a mystery kit.)) Jughead looked different now though instead of his bright turtlenecks and Fedora Crown,he had on a more subtle crown beanie and lots of layers in dark colors mainly black,grey and purple. His hair looked wavier I wondered if he actually styled it or straightened before. then laughed to myself. ((Juggie’s way too lazy to do his hair.)) so it must be natural I mused with a smile. Then realizing how long I’d been staring,shifted and gave a little wave when he looked up and a gave a smile back.

Jughead POV

Michelle didn’t notice me at first as I strode toward her,she was too busy looking at her phone,kicking her short legs almost impatiently,I gave a little laugh as she looked up and saw me then,I looked at her discreetly noticing her long jacket and thigh high boots with black nails,looking for all the world like she came out of the movie The Craft.

Jughead shook his head good naturally almost forgetting why he was there. Oh yeah. Suddenly nervous,Jughead walked over less sure of himself then he had been.

Michelle smiled wide and scooted over to make room as Jughead climbed up the ladder as quick as a cat and sat beside her,but not TOO close,she realized. “So why did you wanna talk to me?” he asked nonchalantly,playing with his hands.

He’s nervous.Michelle realized as she looked at him,was Archie right? could Jughead really like her? Michelle let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I just wanted to see how you were doing?” She lied. “We haven’t seen you around lately.”

Jughead looked slightly disappointed in the question but tried to hide it with a shrug. “Just been pursuing different avenues,researching different things to write about,been busy with work too.” Not researching JUST story ideas. his conscience added as he frowned and shook his head.

“Juggie you okay?” Michelle asked in concern.

Jughead nodded giving her a more reassuring look than he felt. “”yeah.”

“So you’re writing more often.” Michelle observed,changing the subject.

“Yeah you must be rubbing off on me.” Jughead joked with a smirk. As they sat there in easy silence,Michelle realized that she had missed this banter and comfortable camaraderie between her and Jughead. What if I ruin that?...Michelle though hesitating,but as she looked at Jughead,this boy who she had been crushing on for 3 years now,she realized she had to say something or else she;d regret it forever.

Michelle cleared her throat nervously as she asked. “Juggie what was the real reason you punched Archie?”

Jughead tried to joke about it and replied,”Which time?”

Michelle laughed and hit him good naturally on the arm. “You know which time.” She looked at him raising a questionable eyebrow, a grin creeping onto her small features.

Jughead tried one last time to play it off. “I told I was being selfish,he offended both of us.”

Michelle looked at him skeptically. “Maybe. but I don;t believe you.”

“Why not?” Jughead asked his forehead creased in apprehension.

Michelle sighed,kneading her hands and just decided to get to the point. She pressed her lips together and said. “Archie told me.about you defending me and how you said you might like me.”

“Damn you Archie.” Jughead took a deep breath and closed his eyes,steeling himself he opens his eyes slowly looking at Michelle’s Profile.”He’s not wrong.” he mutters.

“What?” Michelle looks at him then. Jughead somehow manages to look her in the eyes and says,”I....I do like you.”

“I like you too.” Michelle admits softly as they stare at each other,they move closer not realizing it until there hands brush and then there lips.

Jughead freezes up then his eyes snapping open. “I-I can’t,not yet. I really like you but I just can;t right now I’m sorry.”

Michelle’s eyes open in surprise. “What? but Juggie we both like each other,what’s wrong with that?is it your Family?” she asked in hurt and confusion.

Jughead shakes his head. “No and I know you do,I just can’t,I’m really sorry.” he says again frowning and looking at her with worry,pain and confusion playing across his pale face and tired eyes.  Before she can say anything else,Jughead grabs his pack,jumping out of the tree house and sprinting off.

Leaving Michelle sitting there alone,confused hurt,countless question racing through her head. by the time she got home,Michelle had to sneak in through her low Bedroom window  it was so late.

All that for nothing. She started to cry bu t then realized she had a text. It was from Jughead. She was tempted ignore the message but decided against it and opened it. The Message was kinda long it read.

((Michelle, I’m sorry about earlier. I was just scared,we ARE only 15. it;s not just that though....for the past,well since I hit puberty I guess,I’ve been trying to figure out why I’ve had no real attraction to girls or anyone for that matter,I liked hanging out with them,but wasn’t interested in them in a Physical way. Until you I never really had feelings for girls either. anyway what I’m trying to say is,I’ve recently discovered I might be ASexual,I feel like I’m not normal enough for you. I just need time to figure everything out,myself most of all.

,Juggie.

below is a link to information about Asexuality.))

Michelle stared at the text in shock then nodding to herself replied.

((I’ll wait as long as you need.I’ll always be here for you.))

((I Still like you,a lot.))

((I still like you too.))

With hope and new found determination to not let Juggie down,she clicked on the link. Michelle was not prepared for how hard it would be for them down the road. But every storm cloud has it’s silver lining....

Part 1 

http://pastelgothsugarmonster.tumblr.com/post/157632430784/anthe-oc-is-based-on-me-as-a-teen-it-is-an

Part 2

http://pastelgothsugarmonster.tumblr.com/post/157661434854/pt2-an-as-im-not-asexual-this-was-a-tad

Part 3

http://pastelgothsugarmonster.tumblr.com/post/157682852174/part-3-anso-upcoming-fight-scene-sortai-think

[the-last-airbadger]

Get To Know Me Questions

Ok so I reblogged this thing a few days ago, and even though nobody asked me questions, I’m still going to answer them, because I really like doing these things and maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there that’s actually interested in my answers to these questions but was too shy to ask me or didn’t see the post. But now the answers will be in my personal tag forever. Yay ^-^

(please beware this is a very long post these are 125(!) questions! It took me three days to finish!)

I hope you enjoy these questions and my answers to these questions!

1. What is your full name? Skylar Elliott (Dutch last name). (I’m not sure if I wanna post my last name on tumblr…)

2. What is your nickname? I don’t really have a nickname… everyone calls me Sky though, I guess that counts…

3. What is your zodiac sign?   Gemini! 

4. What is your favorite book series? Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I have never enjoyed reading a book as much as I enjoyed reading these books.

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? I don’t know? I’d like to say I believe in aliens and ghosts but there’s always this voice in the back of my head that tells me that it’s “cool, but they don’t actually excist because it hasn’t been proven”. Although I do believe that aliens must be out there somewhere I mean the universe is so big we cannot be the only life forms. I just think aliens are so much more different than we humans can even imagine.

6. Who is your favorite author? Rick Riordan! Very sassy, author of my favourite book series and cares a lot about representation in books which is very gud.

7. What is your favorite radio station? I mean I don’t really listen to the radio but I kinda like skyradio because it has part of my name in it and I also love npo2 between christmas and new years eve because they play a top2000 of music that you can vote for and it’s really fun. (These are both dutch stations I believe, so if you don’t recognise these stations, that’s why)

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? Usually strawberry. Strawberry ice cream, strawberry sweets, strawberry sauce, strawberry lemonade, strawberry tea, strawberry smoothies… I love them all.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? “Awesome” or “cool” 

10. What is your current favorite song? Heaven - Troye Sivan ft. Betty Who Prove me wrong - Fireflight Escape - Fireflight They share the first place so I listed them all. I literally cannot choose. 

Heaven makes me feel much lgbtq+ pride and happiness, as well as sadness and determination to change the world. Plus I can really relate and let my emotions out by listening to this song

Escape is a very good song about overcoming fears and, again, I can really relate to this song. I really like the refrain because when singing it I can really throw my emotions into this and let them out. Again, this song fills me with determination to change the world and the way I handle problems. It makes me feel stronger. And the ending is really reassuring and beautiful.

Prove me wrong, I can also really relate to. It’s about being insecure about yourself but then someone else helps you see that you are actually a really nice person. It reminds me of my friends.

11. What is your favorite word? Ethereal -  “Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world” 

12. What was the last song you listened to? Heaven - Troye Sivan ft. Betty Who (listening to it right now)

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch? Brooklyn Nine-Nine because it’s hillarious and very progressive and inclusive and the characters are very lovable.

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down? Probably just any Harry Potter movie. They never get old.

15. Do you play video games? Sometimes. I’m not that big of a fan of videogames but I like games like life is stranger or all the harry potter games and I sometimes play mario with my brother.

16. What is your biggest fear? I’m afraid of my house setting fire and I’m kinda afraid of all bugs but I think my biggest fear is wasting my life and dying unhappy and unfulfilled. 

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? I’m a very positive person and I have and okay face and I make bad jokes (that I secretly think are hillarious). And I always try to learn and improve myself and become the best person I can be.

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? I’m insecure about EVERYTHING and I overthink every move I make in life and that makes me feel like I’m failing everything and everyone especially the people I care about.

19. Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats! I think dogs are very cute but irl I kinda shy away from dogs because I’m still lowkey scared of dogs but cats are so cuddly and cute and I want

20. What is your favorite season? Probably fall. Because of Halloween and the leaves FALLing (get it? Fall, falling. haha) from the trees and the colours and the wind and the whole leadup to christmas. I also like that the temperature isn’t to high or to low. Winter’s too cold and summer’s to hot and spring is okay but not that special.

21. Are you in a relationship? Nope. But right now I’m only interested in friendships anyway so I don’t mind. (also being both ace and trans I kinda feel like it’s impossible to find anyone who’d actually want to date me so I kinda just… don’t bother. Transition first, relationships later)

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? I miss that I was so social and talked to everyone without restraint or fear. And I miss having the time to read.

23. Who is your best friend? @asiandutchgirl @the-official-pentacorn  They’re both two of the most wonderfull people I’ve ever met don’t you dare make me choose

24. What is your eye color? Brown. There’s some green in them somewhere too if you look really closely but it’s mostly brown.

25. What is your hair color? Also brown but I’ve been thinking about dyeing it for a long time… but usually I can’t because my acting class won’t allow it.

26. Who is someone you love? My siblings, my parents, my best friends, my grandparents, my household, my pets (although pets aren’t really people but I LOVE THEM OKAY)

27. Who is someone you trust? My siblings and my best friends. I could tell them anything.

28. Who is someone you think about often? I hope this doesn’t sound weird but My best friends. They make me happy and they’re a big part of my life even though I don’t see them nearly as often as I should. And I guess, because of that, I just miss them often. 

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? I’m in the middle of the process of legally changing my name and gendermarker! I cannot wait to see them on my new ID!!

30. What is your biggest obsession? At the moment definately VOLTRON (season 2 was so guddd)

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? I used to loooooove Zack and Cody. And after that I started to enjoy ICarly and Victorious a lot. I used to spend whole weekends watching these shows. 

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My best friends and my sister.

33. Are you superstitious? A little bit. I mean I know it’s bullshit but somewhere, in the back of my mind, I still believe bringing “lucky items” to stressfull situations will help me somehow.

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? Uhh… not really? I mean the only thing I can think of is that I cannot sleep in a room with, for example, my mom, because I know she snores and then I am so afraid that it’ll keep me awake that I cannot sleep… -_-

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? I prefer to be in front of the camera because being behind the camera makes me responsible for the final product while being in front of the camera comes pretty natural to me. My granddad always films every important family event and I grew up with a love for acting and being on stage so… I like that.

36. What is your favorite hobby? Watching a show that is soooo goood you just have to binge it and being on the edge of your seat the whole time and just getting lost in it basically. 

37. What was the last book you read? A book for school. “Two women” by Harry Mulish. I didn’t really like it. *spoilers* a lesbian main character was killed in the last two pages just as I thought she’d live happily ever after -_-

38. What was the last movie you watched? Iron man… I think… yeah I watched that the day before my brothers birthday when his friend stayed over.

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? I play the piano! I’m not that good at it but hey, I enjoy it.

40. What is your favorite animal? I really like Lions. They’re like big cats and also super majestic.

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? the-official-pentacorn, asiandutchgirl, hagraeven-side-blog, slytherin-bookworm-guy, relatable-pictures-of-pidge… I think…. there are much more, I’m sure, but these are the first ones I came up with and they all have a special place in my heart.

42. What superpower do you wish you had? I’d love to be able to fly, but, as a trans guy, I think shapeshifting would probably make me the happiest.

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? In the cinema. Just comfortably sitting in a chair with food. My only responsibilities being watching a movie, keeping my mouth shut and eating. Perfect.

44. What makes you smile? Music, My friends, A happy scene in a tv-show or book, a very bad joke, realising how much I love the people that matter to me, having an actual nice social interaction that wasn’t in any way awkward, gender euforia, doing something I love.

45. What sports do you play, if any? …Have you ever seen me trying to exercise? 

46. What is your favorite drink? Fresh Lemonade. I had some in Greece and it was literally the best thing I’ve ever tasted… Why don’t we have that in the Netherlands :’(

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? Probably sometime when I left the house to get some groceries and didn’t know when my dad would be home so I left him a note on the table

48. Are you afraid of heights? It depends. If I’m walking next to a very deep drop I’m terrified I’ll fall, but in a rollercoaster, on a plane, or even a on bus that’s driving on narrow roads next to a massive ravine, I have no problem with heights. I guess I just don’t trust myself at great heights because of my clumsiness. 

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? Whenever I’m trying to concentrate on something I cannot handle it when people ! start ! to ! eat ! crisps ! or ! nuts ! or ! something ! VERY ! LOUDLY !!!! Somehow this mainly happens around my mom and sister and not really anyone else but sometimes it gets so bad I literally have to leave the room. Also snoring… because if someone starts to snore I will not be able to sleep for hours unless I have my phone and some earbuds nearby.

50. Have you ever been to a concert? Yes! I’ve seen Al di Meola (when I was six, with my dad), Lissie, Maria Mena, Delain, Within Temptation (twice), Vanessa Carlton and K3 and I’m gonna see Lindsey Stirling in March!

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? Nope! But my dad is vegan so half of the time the only meat I eat is the sausage on my sandwiches.

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? Cassier, Artist, Inventor, Archaologist, Game-Designer, Actor, Writer, Idfk. All in this order.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? I’d love to live in the world from Avatar: The Last Airbender because it’s basically the same as ours only with DRAGONS and BENDING and all other kinds of cool animals and cool stuff.

54. What is something you worry about? In a week and a half I have test-week and then in a little more than a month I have another test week and then in May I have my final exams and I have SO MUCH LEFT to study and SO MANY PROJECTS left to do and SO MANY BOOKS left to read and I worry I will never pass and die in the process and start hating my life. (which I already kind of do because of school, but hey, only four months left… only four months left…)

55. Are you scared of the dark? Depends. Around 8pm I have no problem with the dark but around 11pm/12pm/1am I am not a fan of walking down two sets of stairs to go to the toilet.

56. Do you like to sing? YES. Omg I absolutely love singing!! I sing everyday and I’m also in a choir (that has been founded for trans people specifically so I don’t have to worry about my high voice) which is super awesome and I love it.

57. Have you ever skipped school? Nope. At least not without my parent’s permission.

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? Probably just any cinema or my home. They’re both places I can just feel at ease and eat.

59. Where would you like to live? Tbh I am perfectly happy in the places I live right now and I don’t think I’ll ever move far away from here, but it would be supercool to live in London!

60. Do you have any pets? Yes! I have two guinea pigs (who are both supercute and cuddly) and a cat (who is supercute, but anything but cuddly)!

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? Night owl. Mornings are for sleep

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? Sunsets because sunsets happen around my favourite time of the day, and I only see sunrises if I have to wake up very early or if I’ve pulled an all-nighter and I hate both of these things. Like I said, mornings are for sleep.

63. Do you know how to drive? No, I don’t. I will probably start lessons next year though!

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? I prefer headphones because of the sound quality, but after I’ve worn my headphones for an entire day they always start to hurt because they press my glasses against my head and when I’m going outside earbuds are a lot easier to take with me. Same when I’m trying to listen something calming to fall asleep, earbuds are easier. 

65. Have you ever had braces? Yes, I’ve worn braces for about nine months when I was thirteen

66. What is your favorite genre of music? I don’t really have a favourite genre, but I really enjoy soundtracks, rock, some pop and some dubstep songs.

67. Who is your hero? I don’t really have a hero. There are a lot of people I look up to but I think that if I’d have to choose someone right now I’d choose Thomas Sanders because he’s just the nicest human on the planet and I aspire to make people laugh and smile like he does.

68. Do you read comic books? No, not really. They don’t really grab my attention the way books or tv-shows do and I always end up skimming the pages and spoiling myself.

69. What makes you the most angry? Ignorance. Whenever someone refuses to be open minded. Whenever someone claims to know something better than I do and refuses to listen to me. Whenever someone tells me how I should be feeling when they don’t even try to understand what I’m feeling. Whenever someone even tries to shit on my community, friends and interests. 

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? I prefer reading a real book because books never run out of power, smell good, and just give me that nice reading vibe. And because my e-reader is slow as heck and I have to wait ages for the pages to turn. 

71. What is your favorite subject in school? My favourite subject is probably Ancient Greek. I really like learning the ancient greek language and culture and I’m also pretty good at it. Plus my ancient greek class is a very nice group of people and we have an awesome teacher.

72. Do you have any siblings? Yes! I have a sister who’s eightteen and a brother who’s fourteen and I love them very much.

73. What was the last thing you bought? Last monday I bought myself crisps, cola and some liquorice candy because I had a sore throat. (edit: and today I bought some more crisps, some more cola, and candy’s agains coughing… they didn’t help)

74. How tall are you? Last time I checked (about nine months ago at the hospital) I was about 165 cm tall which is about 5’5″

75. Can you cook? … I can make eggs… and pancakes… and really easy pieces of meat that you basically only have to heat up in a pan…. And I can warm up soup from a can… and that’s about it I guess lol

76. What are three things that you love? Time for myself, watching tv-shows, rain. 

77. What are three things that you hate? playing sports, homework, stress.

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? Definately more female friends. I can’t relate as much with cis men and I don’t have that many trans people that are actively involved in my day to day life. Plus girls are amazing.

79. What is your sexual orientation? I identify as asexual. I don’t really understand what sexual attraction is exactly… and like… I do not understand how you can associate people you actually know in your life with sex without being creeped out? And the idea that people that are in a relationship are having sex with eachother just… really boggles my mind. Especially because to everyone it seems so normal? and then I’m just like “why would you do that…”

80. Where do you currently live? I have two houses (divorced parents) and I live in both a small city and a big village. They’re both about half an hour away from Rotterdam in the Netherlands but I’m not sure if I wanna post the exact places I live on tumblr…

81. Who was the last person you texted? My brother. He asked me which one of us would buy banana’s and chocolate. I said he should because I was still at school.

82. When was the last time you cried? Last sunday. I was super stressed out because of school. I had to finish a project and I had two hours left but my brain was dead so I kinda crashed.

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? Phil Lester (AmazingPhil), Dan Howell (danisnotonfire), Sean McLaughlin (Jacksepticeye) and Chase Ross (uppercasechase1). Dan and Phil always make me laugh and make me feel appreciated and I love them and their video’s and their dynamic a lot, Jack feels like one of my closest friends and he’s such a nice and funny guy, and Chase has helped me so much with transition-related problems. They’re all amazing and I cannot imagine my life without them.

84. Do you like to take selfies? Yes, I do! A lot! Whenever I’m on a trip or I look good or I just feel like trying on some new clothes and stuff, I always make selfies.

85. What is your favorite app? Probably the tumblr app. I spend half my life on there. Nothing is better than using my tumblr app to avoid social contact.

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? Really good. My mom is a very warm person that I can tell almost anything to. She’s very understanding and her hugs are very soft. She values my opinions a lot and is always there to listen to what I say. With my dad I find it harder to tell him everything but that’s probably because I get the feeling that he expects a bit more from me? Idk if that’s true though, might just be my imagination. But he’s a very chill and self-assured person and I like that it’s always so calm at his house, whereas at my moms house things can be very chaotic and sometimes stressfull. My dad is very open and very accepting and he keeps surprizing me with how much he’s okay with.  Overall my parents are really really nice. They support my transition and my life choices and they just want me to be happy. I couldn’t have wished for better parents. 

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? I really love scottish it’s amazing. A gift to humanity.

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? Japan!! I really wanna go there it seems so awesome!!

89. What is your favorite number? 13

90. Can you juggle? I can’t even aim, throw or catch a ball of course I can’t juggle

91. Are you religious? Nope

92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? Outer space. There are so many things left to discover and it’s so big!! It feels like everything is possible in space. Also it’s very pretty.

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? Not really. Whenever something scary happens, I’m out. I’ll run away as fast as I can.  I do really like rollercoaster and stuff though and I’d love to try and sky-dive or bungee-jump… but I guess that’s because I’m not the one who’s in control in these situations.

94. Are you allergic to anything? Not that I know…

95. Can you curl your tongue? Yup.

96. Can you wiggle your ears? A little bit

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? I try to always admit it when I’m wrong about something. It’s a very decent thing to do and it prevents conflicts from happening or escalating. Plus you won’t really gain anything by refusing to admit you’re wrong about something.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? The forest. I hate the beach. It’s either way too hot or way too cold and there’s sand everywhere I hate it.

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? I don’t know. I can’t really remember all the advices I’ve ever been given, and I don't think that one piece of advice alone can have that much impact. It’s the combinations of all the advice you’ve ever had that really makes a difference. If you can combine different people’s experiences and advices you’ll figure out what to do by yourself. But I guess if I had to choose one piece of advise that I value, I’d say: “It’s good to think about others and help other people, as long as it isn’t at the expense of yourself. In the end, you are the most important to yourself. You are the one that has to live with yourself for the rest of your life. You shouldn’t always put others before yourself because you are important too and you deserve love and kindness and happiness too. You deserve to be happy” (I think most of this advice I actually got from markiplier, from his most recent believe in yourself video. It’s a very motivational video, go and watch it!)

100. Are you a good liar? Yes I am. I used to lie about everything to fit in with the cool kids and keep them as my friends. It was like second nature to me. I guess I did learn something from acting class…  I still lie a lot to my acting friends by the way, just because they party every week and I hate parties but if I tell the truth they think I don’t like them, which isn’t true at all. I like them! But I really hate parties… and they can be a bit draining to be around.

101. What is your Hogwarts House? You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil

102. Do you talk to yourself? Yep. Pretty often. Whenever I’m home alone I just sorta narrate my life. Sometimes I make it a musical!

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert. Interacting with people is fun but after a while I really need time alone, it really drains my energy, especially when I am not feeling well anyway. The only interactions with people that actually give me energy are interactions with my closest friends and family.

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? I keep a transition-diary to write down the important moments related to transition, so I can read it back when I’m older and I won’t forget anything.

105. Do you believe in second chances? Yes. If someone is really willing to better themselves and are working hard to improve I think they deserve a second chance to give them the opportunity to learn from their mistakes. 

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Probably leave it. I woudn’t want to go through either the trouble of handing it in or the guilt of not doing that, so I’d probably place it somewhere more noticable and let someone else decide what happens with it. 

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Yes. People go through all kinds of things in live and they keep learning and bettering themselves. If a person really wants to change then I believe they can, no matter how long it takes. They’ll get there.

108. Are you ticklish? Yes. Very. If you tickle me I start screaming and kicking and I sometimes fall on the floor. It’s my weakness…

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Eight times. To Rome and back, to portugal and back, twice to greece and back.

110. Do you have any piercings? Do earrings count? Because I wear earrings sometimes.

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Aang. I feel like we would be pretty good friends and our world really needs the avatar tbh.

112. Do you have any tattoos? Nope. But I do want one. I just cannot decide what I would want on my body forever… probably either something avatar related (like the air-nation logo or something, because that’s really cool) or something transition-related because it’s such an important part of my life and it’s something about me that will never change.

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? Coming out and contacting the hospital to start my medical transition. Because without that, where would I be? I’d be the unhappiest little shit ever.

114. Do you believe in karma? Nope

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I’ve worn glasses ever since I was eight years old. I will never wear contacts. ever. They freak me out! Why would you put something in your eye.

116. Do you want children? I don’t know. I always wanted kids, but ever since I found out I was trans and realised that I couldn’t have them naturally, I’m not sure anymore, because I don’t know if I want to adopt. I think it’s really gonna depend on if I have a partner or not and what the possibilities are… we’ll see. Babies are very cute though… and I think I’d love being a dad, even though I’m very afraid of becoming a terrible father. If I have kids I want them to be happy and decent humans. My sister will definately have kids though because she really really wants kids so I’ll definately be an uncle and maybe that’ll be enough for me. Who knows? And mayble I’ll get a partner with young kids and help them raise their kids… I think I’d prefer helping someone raising kids and giving the kids good life advice and do fun things together without being the one who has the most responsibilities.

117. Who is the smartest person you know? My sister has a friend who scored really well in school (an average score of around 90% I believe), who now studies both medical science and classics, plays the piano flawlessly, and is also a very nice person. She also won a price in an ancient greek competition, she was the best of the country!!

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? I was ten years old and I had a friend who was a pretty big bully and I really wanted to stay her friend so I kinda just went along with it. One day I thought I was being cool and asked said friend to place a folded airplane on the bullied guy’s table that said something like “idiot” on it.  The guy then proceded to tell the teacher who told the entire class and demanded to know who had done it. I was terrified! Then my supposed friend ratted me out. I wanted to dissappear!! My teacher at the time was kind of my hero and I did not want to dissappoint her at all. I then proceded to lie that I just wanted to give the guy a folded airplane because I knew he liked them and didn’t know that it had the word “idiot” on it. I said that the word idiot wasn’t directed toward the guy and that I didn’t turn myself in because I was to scared the teacher would be angry at me. She believed me and everything went well but damn. This is the memory that still haunts me at 3am when I’m trying to sleep.

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yes. A lot. Always at sleep-over parties. I used to really love pulling an all-nighter but now… not so much. When it’s 4am, I just want to sleeepppp.

120. What color are most of you clothes? Most of my clothes are blue! I have a lot of dark blue sweaters and hoodies.

121. Do you like adventures? Meh. I used to, but now I just want to go home and watch a movie.

122. Have you ever been on TV? Nope, but I’m probably gonna be! Right now there is a documentary in the making about my choir, which will be on TV and I’ll be in it!

123. How old are you? I’m 17 years old and I’ll turn 18 on June 4th 2017.

124. What is your favorite quote? I really like the entire songtext of escape by fireflight, but I can’t really put an entire songtext here, can I? The part of the song I love most are: “You are not hopeless. You are not worthless. You are loved. Don’t give up. This is your time” and “We don’t want to save ourselves”  But if I had to pick an all-time favourite quote I’d probably pick the following quote from Dan Howell: “And at the end of the day, if something makes you and other people happy, that’s what’s important”

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? Savory. I really like sweet foods from time to time but I am always craving savory foodsss ohm yg od

So there it is, I hope you enjoyed these questions and getting to know me a bit more! I really enjoyed answering these questions and they also kinda helped me study, because I only allowed myself to answer ten questions after finishing a certain amout of homework, so that’s good…

I hope you liked this and have a nice day!