#betty drabbles

[entomolog-t]

These two precious Gremlins, now in colour. 

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Mark watched Sal fawn over the little leggy monstrosity from the corner of his eye.

He definitely said ladies... He chewed on his lip. There had better not be another spider just freely roaming around his house. As much as he cringed at the sight of Betty, he was both impressed and relieved that she never seemed to leave Sal’s side. 

Mark rolled his eyes as he heard Sal cooing to the little creature. He was the epitome of cringey “pet parent.” Although... he had to admit, it was rather endearing, albeit unnerving. 

“Mark! Look!” Sal called out, and Mark begrudgingly turned to look directly at the borrower and his ... companion.

With a comically large grin, Sal adjusted Betty into one arm, and with his free hand, he waved to Mark. And to Mark’s horror, so did she. 

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I love Sal’s redesign so much. That dirty little mullet suits his gremlin personality so well. 

[jayflrt]

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 12. medium rare steak brownies

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[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

Pregnancy AU- Drabble

A little drabble to one of my many AUs. Not part of a fanfic nor will it ever be a full fanfic lol I don’t have that type of commitment, but I do like to write little scenes like this, so if you like it, please let me know<3. 

For context, in this AU, Betty didn't find the letter right after the 2nd night, and instead Armando and her continue to have their little romance for a while. At this point in this drabble, she still doesn't know the truth about the Sinister Plan.

Enjoy!

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"What is it, Beatriz? What are you hidding from me?" Asked don Armando, his voice firm and serious, evisently angry at her, and yet she could hear a thing string of worry tying his words. She had been avoiding him for hours, and every time he had tried to speak about it, she had dismissed him and made an excuse up because she couldn't face him... not yet, not ever.

She knew this would be a burden upon his very tired shoulders, and that's the last thing she ever wanted to represent to him. All she wanted was for him to be calm, happy, relaxed and free around her, just like she was with him.

So now here they were, in Betty's poorly illuminated office, door closed behind him and his body serving as a barrier, and her, mere inches away from her desk, standing in front of him, barely able to face him and hands tightly clasped behind her back, hiding the reason for her distress on the crumpled letter in her fist.

"Nothing, sir," she answered again, her sight lost on the floor. Her eyes wandered through the room, around the floor; everywhere but on him, because she couldn't dare to lie while she looked into those beautiful eyes that had sacrificed so much for her, that had fought for her against everything and everyone he cared for; that had shed shared tears with her.

"Stop lying to me, Beatriz," he responded, and his voice forced her eyes to go up to his face, finding lips firmly pressed together and evident frown on his brow. "Give it to me. Whatever has you so nervous is on that paper, isn't it?"

"N-No," she tried to answer, and took a step back when Armando took one forward. Another one, and her back and hands hit the desk. She knew he did it on purpose; caging her like this, because she had been hiding from him ever since Freddy had given her that letter earlier that day.

He took another step forward and, not waiting for her to give it to him, he took it from her hands behind her back. She tried to grab it back, but he didn't let her, raising his hand with the letter much above her reach.

She could see that he was unnerved by her secretiveness, but she didn't know what else to do. She had tried to assure him it was nothing, but he could probaly hear the tremble in her voice every time he had asked her what was bothering her so much.

More than that, she herself didn't know what to do with herself. She was terrified; fear paralyzing her evey thought, and couldn't even process yet the repercussions this would all have.

If she couldn't even handle the news herself, how was she supposed to break it to him, when she knew he already carried so much worry and anxiousness as it was? All the problems and fears in his tormented mind keeping him awake at nights, all for her to add more when she couldn't even process it herself?

He took the letter and turned away from her, ignoring her pleads for him not to read it. She felt her heart thumping loudly in ber chest, and felt like she could faint.

Outside of Betty’s knowledge, all her attempts at keeping Armando calm and unaware had in reality backfired. Her secretiveness, evasiveness, and anxiousness had made him extremely worried, and now, as he realized tha twhat Betty had tried to hide was a letter from a clinic, Armando was truly terrified.

This immediately raised all sorts of red flags in Armando’s mind. What could Beatriz possibly know that freaked her out so much? Could it be that she was sick? If so, how sick that she had wanted to hide this from him, her boss and... "lover", with such determination?

"Please, don Armando, it's not important, it's..."

"Stop it and let me read it already! How can you say it is not important when this come from a clinic, and you are all nervous?!" He exclaimed, not even noticing that he snapped at her in his nervousness, and finally took the folded sheet inside and opened it.

Betty didn't say anything else, but behind his back, she was biting her lip in anxiousness; her palms sweating and heart racing.

She saw the exact moment, written all over his face, when he finally read in that letter what she had been trying to hide from him.

The air felt heavy, and the silence hung over their heads, threatening to crush them, for a long, suffocating eternity. She silently prayed to all saints and God for his wellbeing.

"How... how did this... happen...?" Don Armando asked, his voice so low that it was merely above a whisper.

“I... I suppose it must have been that night on my birthday,” she answered, her voice barely strong enough to come out of her throat as anything but a matching whisper to his own. “We were both so overwhelmed that night and had drank a too much, and...”

And then, she choked on her words with the knot on her throat; burning tears appearing on her eyes and immediately falling down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, don Armando,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry this happened. I swear I didn’t want this or plan this and I... I...!”

Betty couldn't speak anymore as a powerful sob overtook her, closing her eyes tightly when she could no longer even see through so many flowing tears. She buried her face in her hands, trying to stop the sobbing.

“No, Betty, don’t- don’t apologize, I...” she heard don Armando say in between her sobs, but she didn’t open her eyes. She heard his voice shake, barely coming out at all, and knew it was all over. She barely suppressed a sob.

Her heart hurt, but it was not because she knew their relationship had died, it was because she knew she was causing him distress. She couldn’t look at him from shame. 

All she had ever wanted was to be his refuge. To help him, to be by his side and comfort him when he needed it. She never even dreamed of one day him loving her back. It had always been nothing but a childish daydream, nothing anywhere near reality, and she had been fine with that, giving him all her undying love through her devotion, loyalty and hard work. But then her silly fantasy came true, and it had been a miracle. A true, sacred miracle that him, don Armando Mendoza, President of Ecomoda and the kindest man she had ever met, had laid eyes on her with interest. And she had vowed to protect this beautiful relationship; the purest love she ever experienced, and in turn, to protect him. 

She would have taken a bullet for him, if that were to lift all the sorrrows she knew he carried.

But instead of taking that bullet in his stead, she had triggered the gun. 

Betty couldn’t do anything but silently sob; face buried between her open palms, shoulders shaking in repressed weeping.

And then, she felt him taking her in his arms.

“Everything... everything is going to be alright, Beatriz,” he whispered, so low that could have been imagining. His hand moved her head slightly, making it rest on his broad, warm, secure chest.

Betty only cried harder.

She knew he could not father a child with her. Not now, and not ever. That would mean for him to destroy his life, to go against his parents’s wishes, to leave his fianceé, to lose the presidency, to give up his name, to prove Daniel Valencia right. To face humiliation, reject, laughter. He could never show his face in public again, if it were to ever be known that the cause of his disgrace was her, his ugly assistant that barely got the job at all because of how utterly disgusting her appearance was.

And that was not even going into what type of life they could ever offer their child. Oh, that poor thing...

“We will figure it all out, Beatriz,” don Armando whispered once again, as if he could read her mind. She felt his hand softly brush her head, comforting her and eventually lowering her strong sobs to mere silent tears. 

Tears for him, tears for his family, for her own family, for the poor, tiny life growing inside of her. 

But there, in the warmth of his arms, she could nearly believe his words. They would figure it all out, as long as they were together. 

Out of her sight, Armando’s face was blank and pale, his legs barely strong enough to hold him up. He had taken off his glasses, and his teeth were tightly clenched. 

No, God... what have I done? What did I do to my poor Betty? 

I screwed her life up. That’s what I did.

All he could do was blink rapidly to shake away the tears on his eyes, as his hand continued to brush softly the back of her head in an automatic gesture of comfort, that he didn’t know whether it was meant to comfort her or himself.

I am despicable. I am despicable. I am despicable...

[seas-of-silver]

I was making cookies the other whenever and saw this on the box...

...and so I had to drabble something, didn't I? XD

Adrien was barely containing his excitement as he walked with Nino up and down the aisles of the supermarket. Adrien had never been to one, and when, on a rare afternoon free to spend as he wished, he asked Nino if they could hang out after school and his best mate said he needed to do groceries, Adrien excitedly exclaimed that he would love to go grocery shopping. Nino was bewildered at Adrien bouncing on the balls of his feet, but Adrien didn't mind - his father never let him go before, so this mundane task was thrilling and new to him. When Nino heard that, he was all for Adrien joining him - he even let Adrien push the trolley! Who knew trolleys seemed to have wonky wheels that demanded they go in strange directions? They even have baby seats built into them - how cute! When he had his own kids, he was definitely going to bring them to the supermarket! Nino thankfully walked slowly up and down the aisles as Adrien marvelled at the different products and their packaging and how there were specials and deals for things that Adrien had no clue about but wanted to buy - Nino had to stop him from putting things into the basket several times over. Adrien was most curious at the packet cakes and cookies with their premixed dry ingredients to make the baked goods at home; he had never realised they were a thing that existed. "Yeah, before we found out about Marinette's bakery, this is what we always used to get," said Nino, picking up a box of Betty Crocker Chocolate Chip Cookie mix. "Mum, Chris and I are suckers for cookies, so we made these all the time, and they were easy to make, too." Adrien loved getting insight into his friends lives, but when Nino turned the box over, something caught his eye. "What is it?" Nino asked as Adrien took the box from his hands. "It claims that this mix has been 'loved by bakers since 1921'," Adrien said before turning to Nino with a grin. "Can we test that?" "Huh? You wanna give these cookies to Mr Dupain?" "No, bro, to Marinette," Adrien corrected, looking at the box with a fond smile, "I want make these cookies for Marinette and see if they get her approval." "So you want to impress Marinette?" Nino asked, before adding on, "With the cookies?" Adrien nodded absentmindedly, his mind half-dreaming of her reaction to the cookies. "She's always so amazing and making things for everyone, and I want to make something for her, you know?" He pulled his gaze away from the box to look at Nino, who was smiling at him as though Adrien had finally come to the conclusion Nino had been patiently waiting for - what that conclusion was, Adrien had no idea. "Okay, bro, put it in the cart. I'll help you make cookies for Marinette."

I'm imagining that Marinette finds out the claim Adrien was testing, and says something along the lines of "I love these cookies because you made them for me, Adrien." and Adrien is just beaming

[ruckystarnes]

Title: Curiosity Author: RuckyStarnes Card: B029 Rating: Teen Event: @buckybarnesbingo | @anyfandomgoesbingo Square: Adopted Square - Adventurers/Explorers | 1920's AU Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC!Betty Ship: Bucky x OFC!Betty Words: 328 Warnings: fluff Summary: Betty agrees to join Bucky on one of his explorations Type: Moodboard | Drabble

Bucky smiled as he watched Betty put her hand on top of her head, holding the wide-brimmed hat in place as the car drove along the sandy landscape. He told her she was better off wearing a pair of those new dark shaded glasses that had come out and a scarf, but she insisted on the hat, stating the glasses hurt her head. Bucky smiled wider when she stuck her tongue out at him in a manner of answering his thoughts of “I told you so”.

“You insisted on coming,” he laughed, turning his head to look out to the barren landscape.

“Yes, well, Egypt sounded marvelous in the books,” she grumbled, her other free hand waved in a small circle, “and how else would I be able to see it?”

Bucky nodded, his smile waning a touch. She had a point. Even though she comes from a family with money, she couldn’t travel on her own, much like any other woman back home. It also pained him to lie, saying she was his assistant in order to get her a passport. The world’s view on women and race was absurd to him.

"Didn't think it would be this sandy?" he teased.

Betty narrowed her eyes at him and turned her head towards the dunes. "You think you're such a comedian."

"I think I'm adorable," he countered with a wink and smirk, which turned into a laugh quickly when her hat blew off when she moved her hand just a smidge off of it. He watched as her dark curls started to whip free from the style she worked it in. Slowly, her scowling face softened as the corners of her lips turned upwards.

"You're many things Bucky Barnes," she laughed, her hand in her bag to pull out the cream colored scarf, "but adorable is pushing it."

Bucky raised his brows, smiling brightly. “I’ll take handsome,” he teased. Again, Betty narrowed her eyes, but the smile remained.

[petitmonde]

jasya 26

Jasya

26. As an apology

Jasmine's expression was blank as she stared at the mess in front of her. The pristine kitchen that she had cleaned that very morning was a mess of untold proportions. Pots and pans were strewn about, gunked up in what appeared to be cheese and chocolate. At least whoever did it had the courtesy of having left some of it in the sink to soak up. Splodges of goop were on the wall as well. 

There could realistically only be one culprit, Jasmine's roommate Daya. However Daya was a terrible cook, so it didn't make any sense as to why it would be her. Jasmine contemplated whether or not to bother cleaning up this mess, it was an eyesore that annoyed her to look at. 

She would be even more mad if it wasn't for the nice smell coming from the oven. She took a look inside, a bubbly cheesy concoction meeting her eyes. Jasmine's stomach growled in protest when she closed the oven door. 

The door to their apartment opened to an oblivious Daya, who didn't know of her internal rage. "You're home early." Daya greeted her. Jasmine made a face. Now wasn't a time to be so chipper.

"What's all this?" Jasmine demanded. 

"A… kitchen?" 

"I mean the mess. I cleaned it up just this morning, and now it's worse than before. I work long days as it is. Keeping me up late when you come home late with your band. I'm so tired and I can't handle all—" Jasmine was interrupted by Daya grabbing her chin. "What are you doing?"

Daya leaned down to close the distance, capturing Jasmine in a chaste kiss. All thoughts about the disaster in the room disappeared, only for them to revolve around what in the world had just happened. Daya kept Jasmine close. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for keeping you up. I'll clean up the mess, don't worry."

"Oh uh, okay." Jasmine backed away slightly. The proximity and kiss made her lose a bit of traction of reality. An awkward silence filled the room. Jasmine didn't know what to say. The kiss had been something of a surprise, though not an unwelcome one. 

"So…" Jasmine started.

"That was over the line, wasn't it?" Daya mentally kicked herself for the blunder. Maybe she could still save the situation, if she was lucky. She's given Jasmine even more reasons to be mad at her, instead of actually showing how sorry she was.

"Just. Unexpected I guess. Just like you cooking. That's also weird." 

"I thought you'd be hungry when you came home. You forgot your lunch." 

"You really thought of me enough to cook?" Jasmine gave a shy smile. It wasn't like Daya to be so nice to her. It was a warm, bubbly feeling. Strange.

"Of course. I think about you a lot."

"Really?" Jasmine lightly touched Daya's arm. She was now even closer than before. Daya's way of looking at her made Jasmine's stomach do a somersault. 

"Mostly how annoying you are when you sing at 7 am. But yes, I think about you."

Jasmine punched Daya lightly in offence at her statement. "And here I thought you were being nice."

"I'll show you nice." Daya's lips ghosted over Jasmine's. Soft lips met her own. Daya didn't predict how easy it would be to get lost in her roommate's arms, or how right it felt when she deepened the kiss. The timer went off, ending their moment.

[walkingmusical]

“Is this about what happened in my bed chambers last night?” Lord Kade Arryn’s ward, Lady Veronica Lannister, said. “I had the maester make me a tea, you do not need to worry about my honour.”

But Prince Archie Stark was worried about her honour. In a perfect world, he could have expressed the feelings that overcame him when he was around Veronica, and no Lord in Westeros would care. Unfortunately they did not live in that world, and she would not be able marry now that they had slept together.

“You are promised to Betty Mormont.” Veronica added. “Do not weaken your crown by upsetting an ally, not on my account.”

She did bring up a valid point - but he and Lady Betty were only recently betrothed by his grandmother and her father. They only met a few times, and he honestly felt nothing for the woman. When he first saw Veronica, however, he fell for her instantly.

“The Mormonts understand honour.” Archie assured her. “They may not understand how my love for you overcame me, but they will understand the need to preserve your honour.”

If worst came to worse, Archie would promise his future heir one of Polly Mormont’s future children. As much as he wanted love for his own blood, he also wanted them safe. One might say that it was selfish to put them in that situation, but he couldn’t undo what happened between him and Veronica - and he didn’t want to, either. This was the best step forward.

“Besides, I cannot think of a greater honour than having you as my Queen.” Archie added.

Veronica blushed at that, which gave him a warm feeling in his chest. He loved these little signs that she was just as fond of him as he was of her.

“Would the North even accept a Lady from the Six Kingdoms as their Queen?” Veronica asked. “A Lannister one, at that.”

“Robb Stark died decades ago.” Archie assured her. “They’ll be uncertain at first, but they’ll come around when you serve them well on my council.”

“On your council?” Veronica asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I know you would not be happy simply bearing me children.” Archie said. “I will find you a role on my small council, and you can serve the Kingdom.”

The last thing he wanted to do was hold her back.

“I will still give you sons.” Veronica voice broke, a strong sound of joy in her tone. It was probably something her mother taught her to say to suitors.

Archie glanced up from the ground, where he was on one knee, and could see a tearful grin on her face.

“What if I want only daughters?” Archie asked, raising from the ground and reaching out to grab Veronica’s hand. “To one day rule as well as my grandmother does?”

The grin on Veronica’s face grew alongside Archie’s, and he knew then that it was settled. He would ride to King‘a Landing to stand before the elderly but enduring King Bran, and then he would return to the Eyrie and ride north with his bride.

Part II - Beggie

[babeydollx]

🍑 Betty Cooper Masterlist 🍑

© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work

| 🍑 - Smut | 🍒 - Fluff | 🍓 - Angst | 🍋 - Dark Content |

🍑 Imagines, Blurbs, & Drabbles 🍑

↳ Letter 🍒

🍑 Series/Parters 🍑

↳ nothing yet...

🍑 Headcannons 🍑

↳ nothing yet...

[divinemelpomene]

Al was here. Al was here! I had to contain the pounding of my heart, the hopeful feeling creeping back in after decades of despair.

Alastair was here. We had a chance to win. We were going to win.

"Betty?" he asked, looking surprised to see me. "Betty, where are we?"

I noted that he could not hold his form on his own yet. He needed to share the boy's body, needed to find his strength still.

"Al!" I couldn't contain myself anymore. I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him far too tightly I knew. "No one has called me Betty in at least a century," I cried, tears streaming down her face. "Alastair, oh Al. You and him made it off the Titanic safely," I whispered.

"Well, yes, I should say so, Betty. It is 2022." He hugged me back just as tightly before holding me at arm's length. "I take it we failed, then? Are you still cursed?"

"We're all cursed, but we can fix it. There is still time to fix it." She put her hands to they boy's face, seeing both one of her oldest friends and the young man I had watched over for years until he and Al were together again.

"We just need to wait for the Morrigan to come. Someone's going to need to die first."

I awoke with a start. A dream? A prophecy? Something new to torment me deeply?

[wendydarlingfics]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones Additional Tags: Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Falling In Love, Drabble, No Dialogue, Internal Monologue Summary: Betty has some thoughts as she sleeps next to Jughead.

[gumycandyyy]

Heyo I'm here to request that Male Reader x Winter King you wanted-

Anyways, can you write for a male Reader that used to be Simon and Betty's friend before the crown and the Mushroom War, who randomly shows up in the Land of Ooo? As in, Simon thought that they had died a long time ago, alongside Betty, but the Reader had survived through some odd means and got reunited with him?

Lol, if that's too much, then I'm sorry. It could be a fic or Headcanons, whichever you prefer!

⠂"ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ."⠐

⠂"ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ."⠐

AHJFHJGSKHA HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SIMON?? I LOVE THIS WET CAT.

Winter King actually isn't this one, because I wanted to focus on Fionna and Cake ver. Simon

Male reader

Platonic/Romantic (I'm leaving it ambiguous, because I mean, c'mon. It's Simon.)

Type: Headcanons (With a drabble and oneshot mixed in)

Summary: An old friend shows up after a bunch of time-related shenanigans, and is finally ready to settle back down in Ooo. Though this sudden happening is quite a shock to Simon.

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-You used to be an old family friend of Betty's, and met Simon through her.

-Y'all were really close, and they invited you over for dinner every other weekend.

-But one day, you just...

-Vanished.

-Everyone thought you were kidnapped, and Simon and Betty were heartbroken.

-However...

-Through some odd means, you were kept alive for a thousand years.

-It all started one weird day when you bought a little doodad from a garage sale.

-the next thing you knew, you were in a big yellow cube with a pink wall guy.

-Apparently the little thing you bought was an item from another universe, and it was janking up Ooo.

-Aaaaand technically you just committed a serious crime by purchasing the little thing.

-And whether intentional or not, you now had to go on trial for this little accident. You tried to explain what happened, but you were found guilty.

-You were sentenced to a thousand years in some donked up time jail.

-Apparently, you wouldn't age in there, and a thousand years would pass on Ooo before you were set free.

-It was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

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-The time jail kept you from losing your sanity, and a thousand years later, you were released.

-You were teleported back to Ooo, which looked quite different than how you remembered it.

-It felt like an eternity since you've seen rolling green hills and a clear blue sky. An eternity since you've breathed familiar air.

-You heard something, about a hundred yards from you.

-You approached the loud noises to see some buff dude with a sick beard and robotic arm beating up some one-eyed monster.

-He punched the creature, and it was sent flying towards you.

-You ducked, and the dude noticed you.

"Ah, sorry man! Didn't see you there!"

-You assured him it was nothing.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

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You shook your head, then blinked confusedly. Well, technically you were. It had just been 1000 years. You tried to get your story straight, then told the guy.

"Woah, so does that mean you're technically a time traveler?"

You shrugged. Time travel hadn't been proven yet, has it? You weren't sure. You asked the guy his name, so you didn't have to refer to him as just 'the guy.'

"Oh, yeah. Name's Finn. Good ol' Finn the H."

"The H.?"

"Y'know, the Human?"

But you were human too. With all due respect, you asked him about his strange surname.

"Oh, uh.. My real last name is Mertens, but I like 'the Human' better. It's only recently other humans have started living in Ooo. So I'm kinda seen as 'that one human' y'know?"

You nodded, trying to make sense of what he said. what had happened that caused humans to leave Ooo? How was that even possible?

The two of you talked for a short while, and you learned a little bit about Ooo. You were used to knowing a lot, but you barely even recognized this place.

"Oh, you're from the 20th century, right?"

You nodded.

"I've got a friend from then, maybe you'd like to meet him? He's one cool dude."

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-You agreed politely, wondering if this 20th century man would help you adjust to life in whatever century this was. What century was this anyway? 30-something?

-Finn ended up taking you to a scrappy little bar filled with people that looked to be made out of candy.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"Nothing for me, Dirt Beer Guy. Maybe he'd like one, but we're just waiting for-"

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"Simon?"

You stared in disbelief at the face of your old friend, who looked at you with the same expression. He was carrying something under his arm, but he dropped it in shock.

"No way, you know him? That's awesome!"

Simon slowly walked up to you, as if afraid you'd disappear at any second. Tears welled up in the both of your eyes, and you had to suppress breaking down right there. It hadn't occurred to you that this 20th century man could've been Simon, but now that you were seeing him, you realized you subconsciously wished it would be him.

He spoke your name softly, not much more than a whisper, as if anything louder would cause reality to shatter, or one of you to wake up from a dream.

"You... You're really here, aren't you?"

You nodded softly, not daring to say a word. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and Finn looked slightly confused.

"Do you guys, uh.... Wanna step out for a minute?"

You agreed, still quietly, saying it would probably be better to not make a scene. Finn gave you a thumbs up and shooed you out, saying he'd wait for you when you got back inside.

You stepped out of the little bar with Simon, realizing it got dark out while you were inside.

"So..."

"How about we take a walk?"

You nodded, falling into step with Simon as you walked into a nice little forest. The small stream rushing by provided ambient noise.

"How are you here..?"

Simon asked, with an air of disbelief. He blinked, wiping his glasses and rubbing his eyes. As if you'd disappear once he'd open them. You explained what happened, and suddenly gasped.

"If you're here, that means Betty must be here too, right? Where is she?"

Simon sighed, bringing his arms up to hold himself.

"She's..."

"She's not."

You decided not to pry, but you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your gut. She was one of your best friends, and she was gone. But she was Simon's fiancee. It must have hit him harder, whatever happened to her. You'd ask later, when the emotional turmoil between the two of you wasn't so fresh.

You walked in peaceful silence between the two of you, listening to the sounds of the stream, or chirping crickets.

You took that time to study Simon, how his appearance changed, and things that stayed the same.

Same fashion sense,

same goofy circle glasses,

even the same walk you remember.

There was a white streak in his hair now.

Wrinkles on his face.

Something about him just seemed so...

Sad.

"You've gotten old."

Simon smiled, though it seemed bitter.

"We both have."

"I missed you, Simon. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, Betty, or any of our other friends."

Simon stopped walking, and you copied. He seemed as if he was about to cry again. To be honest, you were too. Talking about all of this while looking him in the face didn't fare well for your emotional state.

He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. Simon smiled bitterly through it though. He seemed to be so lonely. You wondered where he lived now.

". . ."

He wiped his eyes again, then looked straight at you with an unwavering gaze.

"You have no idea how much we missed you. Even years after you disappeared, we still looked. Even when the police failed, we still-"

He inhaled sharply, breath shaking. He turned his head away, as if ashamed of his emotions.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to provide comfort. Simon suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You returned the embrace, holding onto him just as tightly.

Simon's breath shook, and you softly rubbed his back. You had no idea what he's gone through, and you were genuinely unsure whether you were helping or not.

"Simon..?"

His grip on you loosened, and he looked up at you.

You said nothing else, but you gently rested your forehead on his. He sniffed, then took a deep breath. Your hands fell to his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. Simon closed his eyes, cherishing this small bit of comfort.

After a few moments, Simon pulled away, bringing his fist up to his mouth and clearing his throat.

"W- well, today was certainly... Eventful."

You laughed softly, agreeing with his remark. The two of you walked back to the little bar, realizing you'd gotten farther from it than you thought you did.

Simon cleared his throat yet again, once you reached the outside of the bar.

"Yeah, Simon?"

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

". . .Thank you."

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Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved writing this, and Simon needs a hug.

Your complimentary artwork ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

[fbfh]

Sweet Pea x soft!reader hcs

wc: 1.3k

genre: mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff

pairing: sweet pea x soft reader

warnings: reader is implied to be smaller than sweet pea but he's like 6'3 and beefy so it's not too out of the question, reader is called clingy needs attention and hates being alone by jughead but sweet pea LOVES that about you, size difference, protective sweet pea, sweet pea is a rottweiler boyfriend, kisses and cuddles, mentions of fighting and gang activity

song recs: fight for me - heathers obc, big boy - sza

a/n: been watching the anime my love story and it's feuling my sweet pea obsession lol. I've also decided that while horribly bad, riverdale is camp. If I convince myself it's camp I can drag myself through it. It's supposed to be bad and make no sense and of course there's a "goblin king" running around town causing problems because it's camp.

tags: @yesv01 @magcon7280

Okay so like I said in my initial drabble

When Sweet Pea first sees you he deadass thinks you’re an angel

You are so sweet and soft and perfect

The only way to describe you is angelic

He’s so wrapped up in how alluring and enamoring you are that he doesn’t notice you’re just as drawn to him

You immediately see past his gorgeous and intimidating exterior to the soft great big heart inside him

You see all his good traits and you’re not scared off that he’s a little rough around the edges

But Sweet Pea sees that you’re not rough around the edges

And he doesn’t want you to become that way

Especially not because of him

He feels so protective over you from day one

Even though he’s fighting his obvious feelings for you and ignoring your obvious feelings for him, he still tries to look out for you

Keeps an eye on you a little, just to make sure no one’s giving you any trouble

You’re friends with Betty so you’re sort of tied to the serpents already, but he doesn’t want to drag you any deeper into gang life than you already are

So he tries not to fall any harder for you than he already has

Even though Jughead is always bringing you up, telling him that Betty says you’ve been asking after him

He can’t even process that Jughead just said you’ve been asking after him and about him a lot because of how Jughead keeps describing you

He says you’re sort of clingy and need a lot of attention, that you get nervous in crowds and you’re really touchy and hate being alone 

That’s why your last boyfriend broke up with you

But the more Jughead talks about you and your apparent flaws, the more perfect you sound to Sweet Pea

You’re exactly what he’s been dreaming of

Someone he can go all in with, someone who wants him and needs him as much as he wants you and needs you

Which is obviously a lot

And now it’s getting harder and harder to listen to that logical voice that tells him he’s no good for you, that you deserve someone from northside who can take good care of you and not drag you into any more chaos than you’re already surrounded by 

But you’ve been writing his name in your diary over and over for weeks now, and it’s really just a matter of time before you end up together 

All your friends know this

Betty and Jughead and Toni know this

Even Fangs knows this

Everyone knows but you and Sweet Pea

You both still think it’s an unreciprocated pipe dream

Something to imagine scenarios about before you fall asleep

You’re more alike than you realize 

But soon you find your way to each other

You just can’t stay away anymore

And once you’re together, once you’re finally in his arms, neither of you ever want to let go

Sweet Pea is an amazing boyfriend to begin with

But especially when it comes to someone as soft and sweet and precious as you?????

He’s literally the best person you could ever hope for

He’s a classic rottweiler boyfriend 

AND he’s a gang boyfriend

Plus Sweet Pea’s just naturally a very protective person to the people he loves

So you can guarantee you’ll be safe with him

He won’t hesitate to stare down anyone he thinks looks at you too long

But he’s not going to start shit with you around unless he has to

If he does need to fight someone, he’s going to make sure you’re not there to see it

Even if he has to ask Betty or Veronica or Fangs to drag you into the other room and stay with you until it’s over

He doesn’t want you to see him like that

But he knows how to hold his own, and Fangs and Toni both reassure you there’s not a fight he hasn’t been able to walk away from

You’re always there to patch him up afterwards too

You touch him so gently

With more love and care and tenderness than he’s ever gotten from anyone before

It makes it kind of impossible to regret sticking up for you

Even if he did walk away with some nasty scratches and a black eye

You’re still not scared of him

You don’t judge him

Like at all

He always makes you feel so safe around him 

All he’s wanted for a while is someone to go all in with

Someone to protect, someone to take care of

Someone who needs him

And you do 

You spend more and more nights together before finally confessing that you can’t really sleep without him anymore

When I tell you his heart explodes when you say that?????

God as if you couldn’t get him wrapped even tighter around your finger

Surprise! Yes you can

He dips you a lot too

Mostly because he’s so tall and it’s so easy and it makes you so nervous when he pulls you close and leans over you like that

It makes you all dizzy and he talks so close to your face for a few moments before finally kissing you

GOD it makes your head spin

You can’t get enough

And he can’t get enough of the way you look up at him all soft and sweet

Like you’re not scared of him

Which you’re not

It’s still kind of new for him

But it’s something he really hopes he can get used to

He’s touchy too

He pulls you into his lap and rests his head on your shoulder a lot

Or wraps his arms around yours

Don’t even get me started on holding his big old hands with both of yours

It makes his stomach flip every single time

And SO MANY FOREHEAD KISSES

You kiss his neck and jaw a lot too

Mostly because it’s all you can reach half the time

And because you know it drives him completely crazy

If you ever worried about getting unwanted attention from guys, you don’t have to anymore

EVERYBODY knows you’re Sweet Pea’s 

And EVERYBODY knows not to fuck with him

Sweet Pea can be fucking terrifying when he wants to

Which makes things like him pinning you to the couch and tickling you until you tap out and you’re both blushing giggly wrecks even cuter  

You completely and totally have scary boyfriend privileges 

And you take such good care of him too

He really doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy and content and at peace

His friends can easily attest to the fact that they’ve never seen him this happy either

And your friends have never seen you this happy too 

Over all, you’re really just a fantastic match

You become the emotional support couple of riverdale high so fast

People get used to seeing him walk you to classes he doesn’t even have 

Seeing you ride around town on the back of his motorcycle together 

Because you belong together

You really do

Sweet Pea might not know what the future is going to look like

He might not know what’s going to happen tomorrow

But the only thing he does know about his future is that you’re going to be in it

And he’s going to be in yours

You’re starting to make him dream about a soft domestic life away from gangs and murder and conspiracies

He doesn’t know if that’s practical or attainable, but he hopes it is

Until then, he’s more than happy just getting to be around you

Getting to see you all the time and wake up next to each other on the weekends

He loves loving you, he loves keeping you safe and happy

Just like you love him and keep him happier than he’s ever been

Just being with you is more than enough

[rafferty3207]

Would you do a fluff Jamie tartt drabble involving him getting a forehead kiss from his girlfriend?

I am such a sucker for a forehead kiss!!

I had to do this straight onto my phone as I had no access to my laptop so proofreading does not exist lol

Coming Home

You were exhausted. The flight home had just been one delay after another, and that was before you had even gotten on the plane. After various planes, trains and automobiles, you were finally at your front door.

This was the longest you'd been away from Jamie since the beginning of your relationship. You'd only been going out a few months when you were invited to take part in this cool artist's residency in Colorado, which meant you'd been away for almost as long as you'd been dating. Of course you and Jamie had talked to each other every day, and you'd had to persuade Jamie not to fly out just to see you. But part of you was still nervous.

He had spent the last few months surrounded by beautiful celebrities and a-list parties, while you had spent almost all your time with a seventy five year old called Betty who made textile sculptures of vaginas. Betty was great, but it wasn't the same.

You tried to peer through the window before you went in. None of the lights were on, and you couldn't hear any overt affairs happening, so you put your key in the door and silently let yourself in. There was no sound. You checked your phone. The last text you got from Jamie was about two hours ago:

Cant wait to c u!! Xxxxxxxx

You had responded, but you had no reply.

"Jamie?"

You call out. Nothing. Maybe he was still out then.

It's not until you walk into the living room to drop off your bag when you almost leap out of your skin.

There he is, sound asleep on the couch, arms folded over his chest. It looks like he's wearing some form of suit, and there are your favourite flowers on the table. There's a big 'Welcome Home' banner on the wall, and the kitchen counter is covered in all your favourite snacks, and he's stocked the fridge with your favourite drinks. You try not to cry then and there.

You walk over and press your lips gently against his forehead. He is hot to the touch and you hear a rumble in his chest. He slowly stirs awake, eyes still heavy lidded and voice heavy with sleep.

"Hello, you." You say, stroking the hair out of his face. "Sorry I'm late."

He paws at your face.

"Am I still dreaming? Or are you really here?"

You chuckle.

"It's all real - now let's get you out of those clothes and in our actual bed."

You help him up but before you can move, he pulls you in for a hug. His head in the crook of your shoulder, he sighs. "I really missed you, y'know."

"I know, I missed you too. So much." You pull back to Ake a good look at him as you stroke his cheek. "But I'm home now."

"That you are. Now-" He suddenly picks you up and you squeal. "What was this about getting out of our clothes?"

[pettydollie]

♡☆ chris sturniolo masterlist ♡.｡.:*

chris sturniolo

mini masterlists dad!au zach sang show singer!reader daylight (discontinued)

thoughts [0-100 words] him dancing w u - wc: 78 do you still like me? - wc: 86 massages - wc: 44 why think when you can speak - wc: 45 trevor resting on ur stomach (preggo!reader) - wc: 39 goofies - wc: 78 doodling - wc: 66 fresh love photoshoot - wc: 93 bsf chris who hates ur bf chris running to u when he's abt to cry - wc: 84 reading to him :C - wc: 67 get away from me, baby! - wc: 84 chris' reposts (definition of "dont let them know your next move") - wc: 48 big belch - wc: 89 nick bagging chris’ girl drabbles [100-500 words] "my gf" summary: i think chris loves his gf take care - wc: 498 summary: tending to chris' wounds after a fight bruised - wc: 306 summary: you hit ur hand :( lowk inspired by that one scene in little women (2019) first date - wc: 475 summary: title - chris is just too cute you're all annoying - wc: 333 summary: clip from wednesday's (1/31) video unreal - wc: 440 summary: chris feels so unreal, you take it in as he lays next to you spit in my mouth! (vday special) - wc: 216 summary: playing 'try not to laugh at vday pickup lines with water in your mouth' boop 💋 - wc: 390 summary: chris loves betty boop so you decide to dress up as her as a little treat photography field - wc: 353 summary: making out with chris in a plains field lol giggly night - wc: 118 summary: chris makes you laugh in the middle of the night and he attempts to stifle your giggles but ultimately fails lol planning your future - wc: 292 summary: title skater!bf chris - wc: 290 summary: hanging out in an indoor parking lot how u met the triplets - wc: 210 summary: title (ft when u started liking chris) ur mad at him >:c (not really) - wc: 280 summary: you try to be mad at chris bcs u never are lol learning how to braid ur hair - wc: 161 summary: title and showing off ab it pussy - wc: 113 summary: nick and matt betting on your guys' relationship honey - wc: 349 summary: you get your wisdom teeth taken out and forget that chris is your boyfriend when he calls you 'honey' burgers - wc: 117 summary: chris makes delicious burgers thats all lol ditching chris for marylou <3 - wc: 113 summary: you were going to learn how to play fortnite but mary calls and you love her like a second mother so ofc u pick her soda?... - wc: 303 summary: shrek's three babies the triplets come into your room where you're taking a nap, asking if you wanna do the soda challenge for today's video. you dont even drink soda... feeding the ducks - wc: 306 summary: chris sturniolo is a stressed man, but he doesn't feel so when he watches you feed the duckies. kissing the tears away - wc: 112 summary: chris loving his little crybaby by kissing her tears all gone (and licking one)

oneshots [500-2k words] happy bday, cutie!! - wc: 651 summary: your friends and boyfriend surprise you c: reader on her period - wc: 654 summary: triplets are filming and ur hungry (ft a lizard mutant) crybaby - wc: 798 summary: this was such a random post anyways reader is a crybaby and gets really frustrated with bsf!chris- good girl - wc: 1.1k summary: crybaby&tutor!reader x whipped!chris bingo - wc: 522 summary: chris putting your little sister to bed boyfriend best friend - wc: 1.5k summary: your best friend chris doesn't understand boundaries, but neither do you. sometimes he feels more like a boyfriend than your actual bf. pretty please? (NSFW) - wc: 1.3k summary: you've been waiting for your boyfriend to come home all day. you're too impatient for him when he gets home.

fics ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ masterlist

headcanons bf headcanons singer!reader x chris gf with an oral fixation, more tall!gf short!gf long distance gf 'shy around others but comfy around him' gf

texts bf!chris

[infamous-if]

O kay okay okayaoakayasysayas Since Rowan isn't going to be a LI can we please get his POV reaction (deep crush stage) of MC going over to him to tell him that MC is in love with one of the other ROs? Pleasee I need the angst and I love Rowan and am sad we won't be able to romance him!!

I was listening to favorite crime and kind of went a bit overboard. Please excuse this lengthy and angsty-ish drabble. Aha.... 🤒 ill keep it short next time

The soft notes of Rowan's guitar--affectionally dubbed 'Betty'--rises above his head, filling the silence of his hotel room. He strums aimlessly, absently, his fingers having a mind of their own as they move, creating a random melody that's oddly soothing. Or maybe it's the very essence of his guitar--he always feels more grounded, centered, with Betty in his hands.

Rowan's gaze remains unfocused as he plays, his head tilted, legs crossed on the balcony that overlooks the sleepy streets of their latest tour stop. A soft, pleasantly warm wind curls around the messy strands of his hair, locks sweeping across his forehead like a caressing hand. As the melody takes hold, going from mindless practice to something that sounds like it can be the bones of a real song, he closes his eyes.

Rowan has never been a good singer, but you don't need to be a good singer to make people feel something. He's learned that from the best of them.

I wonder if MC would like this.

The thought of his best friend makes a low groan sound in his throat, and with a huff he pauses the recording of his phone. Suddenly Betty's romantic notes feel like a taunt, a blade to his heart with every reminder of what he and MC are not. They're not together. They're not anything more than friends.

They're not what he wants them to be.

He knows he shouldn't feel this way about them. They're friends. They've been friends since he still thought fart jokes were funny and he had no bass in his voice. That's all they've always been and all they will be: friends.

The word has never sounded so terrible.

Still. If only...

His phone buzzes with a text and he sets Betty down. That blade in his heart only twists when he sees who it's from.

Of course. Did my thinking manifest them? The thought induces both a laugh and a sharp hint of misery from him.

He reads the text: Open your door.

He turns his upper-body to face his door, bursting up once the realization flows through him. He glances at himself in the mirror on his way there, making sure his pajamas are at least semi-presentable. It's MC; they've seen him in worst states, but level of comfortability changes when you want someone to see you in ways they've never seen you before.

In other words, he needs to look good.

Rowan heaves a breath before swinging open the door, remembering to keep the easy smile on his face. MC still looks good even at twelve a.m. after an entire day on the road. It's almost unfair.

"Heyyyy." He grins, trying to appear light. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

MC rolls their eyes. "You're not busy, are you?" They lean over to peek behind Rowan's shoulder, their eyes settling on an abandoned Betty. "Working on something?"

"Nah." He scratches his neck, self-concious. "Just fooling around. What, you need to talk about something?"

MC pushes past Rowan's shoulder to breeze inside, throwing themselves on the bed with a huff. "Iris and Devyn are out and I need to talk to someone."

Rowan takes a seat next to them, snorting. "So I'm the third choice?Wow."

They prop themselves up on their elbows, strands of hair falling in front of their face. Rowan has the terrible urge to lean over and push them away. "You're not exactly the 'serious talk' kind of person."

"Serious talk?" He gapes. "Yes, I am! I'm capable of being serious, you know. I'm not an asshole."

With a laugh, MC rolls over on their stomach and groans into Rowan's pillow. Now his curiosity is officially piqued. What could have MC so...like this?

"What's up?" Rowan's following laugh is both nervous and amused. "Did something happen with Seven?" Seven and MC have been a bit...all over the place since the beginning of the tour. He hardly knows what to call it. "Or did Orion lecture you again?" Orion is another one. That man has been relentless since tour started.

MC shoots him a look before sitting up, copying Rowan's position. His eyes flicker down to where their knees touch, to the proximity that's gone from the size of the bed to none at all.

They've been close like this before. No, scratch that. They've been closer, but this is different. This is different because everything is different.

"You know you're my best friend, right?" MC says, putting their hands on Rowan's.

He clears his throat, the skin under theirs burning with their touch. "Yeah...?"

"And we can tell each other everything?"

"Yeah." He quirks a brow at them, trying to stifle their humor. "Are you dying? Please don't tell me you're dying. You haven't even gotten rich yet to leave me anything in your will."

MC laughs but it comes out a bit uncertain. High-pitched. Rowan knows them. The same way he knows Iris and Devyn. He knows all of them like the back of his hand. So it only takes him another second to realize it.

MC is nervous.

His heart does a weird somersault in his gut.

"I have a secrettttt," MC sing-songs. Even as a joke they still manage to sing with perfect pitch.

The four words are enough to shake his very world, but he manages an eye roll. "Fucking hell, we're not twelve. Just spit it out."

"Sorry." MC palms their face, a nervous laugh escaping them. God. This must be serious for MC to be nervous in front of him? Rowan has never really gave anyone the impression of a harsh judge. Hell, he's always been an open book. "I just...I'm in love with [RO]."

He wished he didn't rush them. He wished he didn't hear those words at all. He's half tempted to grab it from the air and shove it back into MC's mouth so they can pretend it never happened.

"What?" is all the fuzz in his brain can spit out.

MC throws their self back, a wildly breathless laugh escaping them. The sound is even better than Betty's notes. "WHEW. That felt good to say it. Is anyone hot in here? I know I am."

MC keeps babbling but all Rowan could hear is a white noise in his head. MC is in love with RO. MC is in love with them.

MC is in love with someone that's not him.

"I just needed to let that out." MC huffs, gazing around the room. "You should invite me next time you play. You know I like seeing you finger Betty."

Rowan can't even laugh at the dirty inside joke they've had between them since he bought Betty years ago. It suddenly makes him feel wholly small and largely ridiculous: Rowan will never be the person for MC. He will always be the goofy best friend that makes stupid, childish jokes about fingering his dumbass guitar and the one MC goes to when Devyn and Iris aren't available.

He's not even the second choice. He's the fucking fourth.

As if noticing the change in atmosphere, MC awkwardly purses their lips and says, "I should probably get back to my room and get some sleep. We have an early start tomorrow."

He blinks, managing a small nod. "Uh-huh." He runs a hand through his hair, feeling naked without his hat. "Right."

They stand and shoot Rowan a final look. "Thank you," they say after. a moment, "for being my friend."

He's really starting to hate that word.

But he smiles anyway. "Yeah. Ditto."

MC grins, spinning on the heel of their foot to leave the room. Rowan follows, waving lamely at them and watching as they disappear down the hall, whistling a merry tune. It's true; it does feel like a weight was lifted of their shoulders. They walk with a hop in their step. Rowan hates knowing it was RO that is responsible for that.

With a sigh he closes the door, leaning his forward against it. Spinning on his shoulder, he looks up at the ceiling.

"I need to get laid," he mumbles.

Though he has a feeling that won't do much to solve the problem in his heart.

[shayyprasad]

weighing scale

tw: eating disorder (purging, not eating), bodyshaming, ed shaming

btw, if it's requested, i can turn drabbles into full oneshots!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you guys are beautiful the way you are, and nothing anybody ever says or does will ever change that. remember that gaining weight is totally normal, and you can always lose weight, too, but please, do it in a healthy way. if you ever need anyone to talk to, and this isn't just for eds, i'm here, and you can reach out. if not, there are people who care about you and love you.

you're amazing you beautiful mfs

(also i'm sorry if this might not be correct for you, everyone has different experiences with eds)

(also, also, i did 1st person ... and this is just the way i thought when i was going thru this so i kinda made it relate w/ me??)

100.

98.

96.

she watched as the numbers went down, satisfied despite the fact that it was only one pound less yesterday.

90.

88.

even if it meant that she'd always be cold, or that her hair would fall out. it was a small price to pay to be beautiful. to be skinny. to be like all the other girls that peter liked.

y/n kept telling herself that. and it was enough to keep her going.

{four weeks prior}

(first person)

they had little packets for us to take home, like forms. something along the lines of "annual health check-up." the form was just... well, it wasn't a form, really, but more of an opt-out. the paper said they'd just check weight, height, and some other things, like make sure you didn't have scoliosis.

honestly?

i was just happy to be missing a good chunk of math.

everyone got called down to the gym by period, and mine was 5th period, right before lunch.

our class was waiting for them to call us down, so mr. callen just let us do whatever until then. i glanced over to see liz, kayla, and chloe in the corner of the classroom, giggling and pointing towards some of the boys, and eventually, mr. callen.

he was one of the youngest members on faculty, fresh out of college. and i'll admit, he's not bad looking. in fact, he's hotter than most of the guys. and if it wasn't peter that had my heart, maybe i'd think about someone else.

not that the whole peter thing was going great anyways, he seemed interested in liz. so maybe that was my hint to move on. but i don't know. i've just liked him forever, it'd feel wrong to stop now.

i'm just really loyal, i guess.

or maybe this is some weird first love/crush thing, because no matter what, i keep finding myself coming back to him.

it took me second to realize that i'd been staring at the same spot for a while now, so i probably looked funny. i re-adjusted my position and looked at the clock, noting there there was just a few minutes until we'd have to go down.

i looked by at the girls, then at the teacher. did they not realize that he had an engagement ring on? or where they just dense?

because honestly, i'm having a hard time figuring out which one it is.

liz pushed chloe over to the desk, giggling like a manic.

chloe bit her lip, trying to hold in laughter. "hiiii, cal. you know, like, cupid's day is coming?"

me, personally, i didn't really believe in the whole dumb blonde thing, but chloe was changing my aspect on this.

cupid's day was on valentine's day, and you could pay a dollar to have a rose delivered to someone. normally, the freshmen girls did most of the planning. freshmen girls were annoying. they were always together, and i didn't remember a time i'd seen one alone.

i didn't get any on my first year here. last year i got three. but it didn't really count, because mj got me one and betty did. i was hoping that i'd figure out who the third person was, but three weeks into that investigation, i kinda gave up. if they hadn't revealed themselves to me at that point, i'd figured that they probably wouldn't.

maybe junior year will go better.

if you were popular popular, you got at least seven, so it was kind of embarrasing to only get one. and it was probably even more embarrasing to only have, like, one friend. which was betty. but she hadn't hung around me that often since she started dating ned.

mj was an observer, and i knew that much. it was probably the only reason she got me a rose, because she felt bad. but then again, anyone could see how pathetic it was.

peter and i used to be pretty close, but then he met ned, so the attention he gave me got halved.

i would have tried to be friends with ned, because i know he's really nice, but i stressed out too much about it for some reason and gave up. social anxiety, perhaps? it didn't matter, it was too late to do anything about it now.

after that, peter started hanging around liz and some of the other popular kids, and entirely forgot about me.

did forget about ned, though. maybe beacuse i was a girl, and so peter got called "gay" a lot for that. i didn't have much of a chance compared to liz, so i just admired him from afar. it's not that we didn't talk, because we did sometimes, but... actually, i don't know what.

if peter wanted to, he would have.

and it's fairly obvious, but i'm delusional and chose to ignore that.

the intercom snapped me out of whatever zoning out i'd gone back to, "block d, block d. i-is this on? oh, it is? i- yes, block d down to the gym."

everyone got up and pushed their way out the door, i didn't have that type of energy, so i just waited for everyone to get their butts outta the way and then went myself. i followed them down to the hall, staying behind a little. when i finally got over there, i ended up last, right behind chloe, kayla, then liz.

for the most part, it only took a minute or two for each person, so the line didn't take that long.

well, i suppose that's subjective.

it took 15 minutes, but whatever.

when liz was inside, she didn't take care to close the door all the way, leaving it a couple inches open. that's on her.

that's on her for being irresponsible, so it's not really my fault if i accidently hear. i leaned in a little, suddenly very interested in the wall, with all it's cracks... and... paint, and...

"and step on the scale, please... that is," she paused, and you could hear scribbling of a pen.

"121.3 pounds. perfectly healthy. that's actually the average weight for girls your age," another pause, "make sure to give this form to your parents. have a nice day."

liz said something in return and i stepped back, done admiring the wall. "next!" the lady called in.

i stepped inside the room, and it smelt strongly of hand-sanitizer. "okay, honey, step up against the wall... height is... alrightly. now the scale, please."

i did as she asked, keeping my eyes trained on the numbers.

149.7 pounds. basically 150. that was more than liz's, right?

"149, okay, you're good to go-"

"is that around average weight?" i asked, and it was impulsive, i didn't even think.

"well, it's somewhere around that. you're perfectly healthy."

the intercom came on again, signaling my time was over, and the lady thought the same thing, because she ushered me out.

as i walked back to the classroom, i couldn't help but think;

149? no, 150? around average? so basically, i was above average. 30 pounds heavier than liz? no wonder peter likes liz better.

god, that's disgusting. i'm disgusting.

i trudged back to class, unable to stop thinking about it. and suddenly, an idea popped into my mind; why not lose weight? if i lost a little, maybe peter would care about me again.

that's genius. god, i'm a genius.

yeah. i lose a little weight.

when i got back, he'd already started the lesson, not that i cared. i spent the rest of that class figuring out the kinks, like how many calories i'm allowed to eat per day.

i settled on 800.

it seemed like a decent number if i wanted to actually make an impact with weight loss.

stupid kale smoothies weren't gonna get me anywhere, nor idiotic influencer workout routines.

before i knew it, the bell rung and kids were hustling through the hallways. i was kind of on autopilot as i walked to lunch, not really watching where i was going. i'd by mistake shouldered some people, and they gave me dirty looks. i shot them right back.

i couldn't help but silently, in my mind, judge everyone's body that i saw. and not just their body, but other physical features, too. it was automatic, i didn't even mean to. but i couldn't help it.

she's really fat. the gym exists for a reason.

how is she so skinny? i know she's anorexic.

and it just went on and on.

i didn't know what was going on. why this mattered to me all of a sudden.

it was like i didn't notice these things before, i wasn't looking for them, but now that i knew they were there, i couldn't help it.

i couldn't help a lot of things.

when i walked into the lunchroom, i saw peter sitting by himself, writing on some piece of paper, and if i knew him, he wasn't doing the homework due tomorrow.

he was doing yesterday's.

it didn't seem like i'd be bothering him if i went to go talk to him, so that's what i did. i figured since we hadn't talked in while, it would be great to now.

and it'd be a great distraction, too.

i sat down across from him, "hi, peter."

he looked up slowly, a smile rising on his face. "uh, hey, y/n/n," peter paused, "what, um, what did you need?"

"huh? oh, i didn't need anything. just thought i'd come by and annoy the hell out of you."

"just like old times," peter snorted.

"math homework?"

"yep. i have math-"

"-next period," i realized my mistake after i made it. "um, 'cause i see you when i'm walking to class."

in repsonse, he nodded like he was considering it.

i didn't notice i was hungry until my stomach growled, but something inside of me made the thought of getting food and eating it repulsive. i hesitated before grabbing on of peter's fries and popping it in my mouth. he didn't say anything, or really even care, and i didn't know if i liked that or not.

"okay. you have chem next, yeah?"

i blushed at the fact he knew.

"uh, yep," i snagged some more fries, feeling myself loosen up.

and then i realized, that's what this was; i was just in need of some time with actual people who weren't my parents.

i liked this. i liked talking to peter. it was easy. this was easy.

we laughed about some other things, like flash's new donkey haircut.

and i stole more fries. ned, betty, and mj (who normally sat two seats away) came over. the topic of cupid's day came up.

"how many do you think you'll get?" betty asked.

i looked up, "roses?"

"uh-huh."

ned spoke up, "you won't need to worry, bet, i'll get you a whole bouquet." he looked proud of himself.

"i'm not worried," she giggled, like the lovesick fool she was. it was gross. and yes i admit, it was slightly because i was jealous, but whatever. betty didn't have to act so idiotic and desperate.

betty's skinny, too.

"what about you, y/n?" peter said, locking eyes with me.

"i dunno. i never really get any."

something changed in peter's expression, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.

i took another fry. they were really good, for some reason.

"fattie," peter laughed, pulling his lunch tray back, "and then you complain about not getting roses!"

that caused a round of laughs in the small group, but my heart dropped to my feet.

i was right. i was overweight. even peter noticed.

freaking peter noticed.

god, i was ugly and fat, and even peter saw that.

of course he liked liz. he'd be crazy not to. she was curvy and skinny and petite and pretty and skinny.

she was skinny.

i didn't have her hourglass figure.

never did i ever want out of my own skin more.

"y/n?" pete frowned. "i-i'm sorry, it was a joke, i didn't-"

"no, no, not that. i, uh, i... forgot i was supposed to meet with a teacher. sorry. i have to go."

i didn't go to any teachers.

i did go to the bathroom.

and i hid in the handicapped stall. i didn't cry, or sob, or weep or whatever it was stupid girls did in hallmark movies or stuff.

i stood in front of the mirror and picked out everything i hated, making a mental list in my head.

i didn't finish that list, not even after 30 minutes when the bell rung.

-

the rest of the day flew by rather quickly, it seemed. i felt like i was trapped in a warm haze, but not the fuzzy, happy warmth. i didn't like the way i was thinking. it's like i wanted my brain to turn off, these intruding, ugly thoughts were taking up too much room.

i felt icky.

when i got home, i didn't have my normal after-school snack like i usually did. i went straight upstairs and did homework.

i finished two essays (one that wasn't due until two weeks, and one that was due two days from now), my math homework and studied for my math test, started my science project, and did my french flashcards (and studied them a bit).

i must have been locked in my room for hours, because by the time i got up, it was dark outside.

i wasn't a studious person, and the only reason i did any of this was to forget for a little while. to snap out of it. and for a while, it worked.

"y/n, honey!" my mom screamed from downstairs, and as i glanced at the clock, i realized it was time to have dinner.

but i wasn't hungry.

well, i was.

let me rephrase that; i didn't want to eat.

however, i didn't want my mother yelling at me, so i went down anyways. not that i was planning to eat.

"mom?"

"oh, hey. i already set the table, you seemed like you were working hard and i didn't wanna bother you. dad's working late. go sit down-"

"not hungry."

she frowned. "well, you have to eat something."

"but i'm not hungry," i said, hating how sharply it came out.

my mom gave me warning look. "look, i've had a long day, so don't start with me."

"mommmm," i whined.

"sit."

so i did. i felt bad about bothering her.

i ate. small, tentative bites, forcing it all down. we didn't talk.

silently, i put my dish in the sink, before heading upstairs. the food sat at the bottom of my stomach, like a pile of heavy rocks. i wanted them out.

so i turned on the shower and locked the bathroom door, kneeling in front of the toilet. i pressed my fingers to the back of my throat and kept them there for a second. at first, all i got was bile.

but then i threw up.

-

peter and i started talking more again. i think he got in a fight with liz.

i asked him if they were dating, and he said no.

i think he started hanging out with me again because i got skinny. i know for a fact that i'm skinnier than liz. i weigh less then her now.

the numbers told me that.

but i didn't listen.

i didn't stop, and how could i? when i'd gotten this far?

-

we got in a fight. not the yelling kind, though. well, kind of. i yelled a bit.

i thought he was complimenting me. he said i looked skinny, so i thanked him.

"no... i-" he paused, trying to get his thoughts together, "you look skinny, yes, but not in a good way."

"what? what do you mean? like, there's only a good way," i laughed, slightly nervous.

peter ingnored that. "have you been eating enough, angel?" his voice was soft, but there was worry in it. why was he worried? this is the best i've ever been.

"do you ask liz that, too?"

"i- what?"

"liz is skinny. you don't ask her that."

"that- that is different. y-you haven't been eating, have you? is-"

"god, parker! stop! it's none of your business!" maybe if i hadn't been so flustered, i'd have come up with a better comeback.

-

i was hunched over the toilet, but nothing was coming out. everything hurt.

my head. my stomach.

my throat was scratchy and raw.

i didn't hear the knocking on the door.

i don't really remember peter coming in. i thought i locked it. what was he doing at my house? i couldn't remember.

i wanted to sleep.

i think i was crying. i don't know. i only vaguely remember the hot tears.

i slightly remember him pulling me away from the toilet and into his arms. there were lots of holes in my memory for that day.

he stayed with me, though. one thing i'm sure about is that peter never left my side. i can recall bright lights. tubes. i was laying on something. white walls. white sheets.

what was engraved into my head was peter whispering "i love you" over and over again. in the bathroom. in the car. was it a car? as they hooked me up to cables.

all that mattered, though, was that i was skinny now. just the thought made me feel light and airy.

to think that all it took was a little motivation and a weighing scale.