#having a car would be a bigger problem to figure out rn

[devilsskettle]

i think everybody should think about how much of a privilege driving is before they judge people who don’t drive for being immature or whatever. like do you not realize that not everyone had a high school with driver’s ed or parents/older relatives who could teach them, not everyone had time to learn when they were younger, not everyone can afford a car and car insurance and any repairs that a car might need, not everyone lives in a place that is drivable anyway, and not everyone has good vision or a healthy enough brain and/or body to drive. and nobody needs to explain to you why they don’t drive! all you need to know is that the can’t, don’t want to, or it doesn’t make sense for them at this current time in their lives. fuck off!!!!! the response to inadequate public transportation isn’t that everyone should drive instead!!!!!! also everybody complains about bad drivers but people are incentivized to drive regardless of their actual driving ability because it’s shameful not to drive even if it’s a personal choice. and like maybe some people are just not self aware about their own driving abilities but some people just don’t understand that they are in control of a large machine that is dangerous if they don’t operate it properly and they have to be more responsible for the people they’re putting at risk because they don’t care enough to pay attention or follow the rules of the road or keep their tempers under control while they’re behind the wheel. anyway not everyone can or should drive, that’s all

[possiamo-andare]

Just You (1)

JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

MASTERLIST

word count: 3.1k

summary: A new girl moves to OBX and a love triangle ensues. Your usual yearning, fluff writing :)

a/n: gosh, it has been too long. university has me swamped but since it’s the holiday break, i will try and update as much as i can. as of rn my other fic, sweeter, is on hold, while i try to write more and get back into the groove of things :) love y’all <3 

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Many people do not care to know the difference between new and old money. To the working class, new and old money were relatively the same. To some extent, that was true. People that had either new or old money were rich nonetheless but when you grew up rich like Rafe Cameron did, the difference was all that mattered.

The main difference was how the money was procured. Old money was passed down. No one from old money had to work since they were born rich. Their manners were taught at a young age. New money meant that they had worked for what they had. At some point, they were not rich and now they were. They were not as defined and they had to be taught, at an older age, how to act. Rafe’s mother used to say you could see who was from old and new money from their ties. If it was a man, their ties would be neutral colours, nothing flashy. People from new money usually had something to prove and so they would buy extravagant things. For women, it was their heels. Women from old money had small heels that were polished as well. Women from new money had tall heels and they had never learned that they should polish the heel along with the shoe.

Growing up as someone from old money, Rafe had normalized that there was a divide between the rich people in Figure 8. Of course, there was a divide between the Pogues and the Kooks but that divide was course and palpable. This divide was subdued and rarely ever spoken about. Kooks that came from old money lived on the west side of Figure 8 while the Kooks from new money resided on the east. This unspoken rule proved to be useful since the two groups of rich snobs never liked to speak to each other anyways. This rule had been in place years before Rafe was even born and he had thought it would still be there even after he died. That is, until Y/N moved in down the street.

It was at the beginning of June when she moved in. The first sign that things would end terribly was when her family pulled into the parking lot. Her mother drove a beat up blue Camaro while her father trailed behind in a black motorcycle. Most people that lived on the west side of the island didn’t have flashy cars but they were well maintained and not so loud. Everyone knew they were from new money before they even exited their cars. And when they did, it was confirmed these people had just become wealthy.

Rafe’s family, like most on the street, watched from their windows as a tall, burly man with a long black beard and sunglasses opened the truck of his wife’s car and carried two large bags in the door. His two sons, both similar in size and features, followed after him. They carried two pink suitcases inside as the man’s daughter and wife stayed outside to open their garage.

Rafe’s eyes glanced over their house. It was one of the bigger houses on the block but it looked more like a huge cottage than anything else. His mind went to the thought of hippies invading their neighbourhood. He gulped. If they were some type of laid back, motorcycling hippies, he’d go crazy for sure. He knew Sarah would love them though; she always complained about how boring their neighbourhood was. But boring meant normal and that’s what Rafe wanted.

As his mother gossiped on the phone, Rafe watched the mother and the daughter laugh together. The mother looked like a hippie. Her hair was tied up on the top of her head and it had clearly not been brushed. She wore a light green skirt that reached to her ankles which then led to the flip flops that she wore. A white t-shirt was tucked into her skirt and she had big bracelets of all different colours dangling off her wrists. The daughter’s style was similar to her mother’s. She wore pink bootcut jeans and a white crop top, black chunky platform boots pulling the look together. Her hair was different from her mothers and was let down to blow in the breeze. They all looked like polar opposites from everyone else living in Figure 8.

At first, Rafe could care less about the girl or her family across the street. Granted, he would religiously watch through the window for when she would come outside to ride her bike around the neighbourhood with her brothers, and yes, he would sometimes wait until she was outside for him to take out the trash but he didn’t like her. If anything, it was the opposite. Rafe was too good for her. At least, that’s what he led himself to believe.

The first time he spoke to her was two weeks after she moved in. His mother had told him to stay away from Y/N’s family and Rafe had done an amazing job at doing so. Unfortunately, that all stopped when he had to pick Sarah up from school. She had thrown up in the middle of one of her classes and since both his mother and father were at work, the responsibility was on Rafe to pick Sarah up and make sure she was okay. Although reluctant to go back to his old highschool, Rafe knew he’d be in trouble if he was late in picking up his sister. When he entered the school's administration office, he finally came face to face with the girl he had been watching for two weeks now. Except, her back was turned to him as she argued with the secretary.

“That’s what you call a vegetarian dish?” Y/N raised her voice, not particularly enjoying being ignored by the school administration. When she first had come to this school, she had checked off on her form that she needed vegetarian dishes for lunch. Now, everyday since she had come, they had served her horribly chopped up lettuce with vinegar.

“Miss -” Ms. Buzden said, placing her phone on hold. It was the student’s lunch break so she usually called her sister during this time but Y/N was keeping her from doing so.

“Y/N.” Y/N smiled, finally happy she had caught the woman’s attention.

Ms. Buzden rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. “Y/N, dear, if you have a problem with lunch, please take it up with the lunch ladies.”

Y/N sighed, leaning against the secretary’s desk. “I tried to, Beth, but she told me to come here. I will not be ignored.”

Rafe was almost as surprised as Ms. Buzden was when Y/N used her first name. As he stood behind Y/N, waiting for his turn to ask where Sarah was so he could sign her out, he watched in slight amusement at the fact she was nonchalantly complaining to the secretary.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you dear.” Ms. Buzden forced a smile, finally looking over Y/N’s shoulder to Rafe. “Rafe, sweetie, you’re here to sign out Sarah?”

Rafe hesitated for a moment, knowing Y/N’s eyes were on his. He felt as if an imaginary spotlight had shown on him for a solo and he had forgotten the words. His eyes glanced toward Y/N for a moment but it did not help his stage fright. Her beautiful eyes were squinting in his direction and for a moment he thought he would faint underneath her stare. His eyes quickly returned to the secretary’s and nodded quickly. In an embarrassing turn of events, Y/N spoke before Rafe did.

“Hey, I know you.” Y/N’s bracelets clang together as she lifts her hand up and points at Rafe. “You’re my neighbour. You’re always watching me through your window.”

As the secretary busies herself with printing the paperwork, Rafe busies himself by stuttering and gasping for breath at the accusation she had just posed. In an attempt to save himself from anymore embarrassment, Rafe tries and fails at coming up with a good excuse. Instead, he denies the accusation entirely.

“I do not watch you.” Rafe stubbornly blubbers out. He’s trying not to seem so embarrassed but she’s caught him so off guard that there’s nothing else he can do.

Y/N snickers, watching the poor boy stumble on every word. For someone older than her, he was not very mature. “No, you’re right. Watching would imply a causal aspect to the activity. More like you stalk me.”

This time, Rafe boiled over with anger. How dare this girl accuse him of stalking her? Rafe did not chase after any girl, no matter how attractive she was. “That’s a bit arrogant, isn’t it? To think everyone’s eyes are on you?”

Y/N continued to smile, unbothered by Rafe’s obvious rudeness. She shrugs, looking back to the secretary for a moment and grabbing her terrible vegetarian lunch before looking back to Rafe. “Not everyone’s. Just yours.”

And with that, she leaves the office. And Rafe knows he is screwed, because he just met the love of his life.

~

JJ Maybank shared almost everything with his friends. Emphasis on almost. They had always relied on him to be the funny one. To always goof around and take nothing seriously. So, when his dad first started beating after his mother left, he said nothing. He felt it was an unnecessary burden to put on the people that truly loved him. Eventually, the bruises and scars were too overwhelming to keep a secret anymore and he began to confess all his issues to his friends. But even then, as JJ tried to open up to the people he cared the most about, there was one thing he could never share.

He was scared of love.

Not just any love, but specifically romantic love. Every time he felt himself begin to develop deep feelings for anyone, he soon backpedaled and left them hanging. It was too scary to give himself to anyone. It would be a lie if he said it had nothing to do with his mother leaving. He had always believed that there was no love greater than his parents when he was growing up and when his mother left, it shattered him. Of course, he never blamed her for leaving considering how abusive his dad was but it killed JJ to know she did not want him to come with her. He had begun to believe that she didn’t think he was important to bring along. He believed that if she truly loved him, she wouldn’t leave without him. That’s what scared him the most; the fact that someone can change their mind about love so quickly.

So, JJ ran at the first sign of love. And he never shared this with anyone. Until that day.

In early June, when Y/N had first moved to OBX, there was a Start of Summer Fair. Right after classes ended on the last day of school, people in the community organized a fair for everyone who was excited for the summer to start. It was exactly two weeks after Y/N had moved in. Exactly two hours after she spoke to Rafe. Funny how the world works.

Behind the fair, there was a small lake where rarely anyone ventured. It was usually muddy and no one in their right mind would go swimming there. With that being said, JJ wanted to go swimming there. He had spent a solid hour with his friends at the fair before becoming exhausted. It wasn’t so much that his friends were exhausting him but a girl named Anna was. He had gone out with her once and had never called her back (as per usual) but she had not picked up on the hidden messages JJ had given her. Instead, she followed him around during his entire time at the fair like a little lost puppy dog. Just as she announced she was going to the bathroom, JJ had almost died from boredom. Thankfully, her going to the bathroom let JJ slip away from his friends and sneak away from Anna.

“What do you want us to tell her?” Kie asked, watching as her best friend was breaking off from the group.

JJ shrugged, not possibly being able to care less. “I don’t care. For all I care, tell her I died.” A bit harsh, yes, but that’s how JJ operated. Abandon them before they abandon you.

The idea to hide near the lake hit him as soon as he left his friends. No one went back there, not if they wanted an infection. Although slightly disgusting, if that was what he had to do to get away and have a moment of peace, he would make that sacrifice. Unfortunately, he found no peace because the second the lake came into view between two thick trees, JJ saw a girl in the water. At first, he was going to leave, maybe even shout a quick joke her way for getting in the dirty water. But when he saw what she was doing, he became curious and couldn’t help but venture forward and investigate.

Y/N, too invested in what she was currently doing, did not see JJ approaching at first. Daisies had begun to grow around the lake, which was already odd on it’s own, but some of them floated on the surface level of the lake. Y/N thought a bunch of Daisies would be a good surprise for her mother so, in an effort to be thoughtful, she emerged herself, from the waist down, into the water. She was not afraid of the muddy water staining her white dress (she had worse stains on her clothes), even excited to show her mother the lengths she went to to get the Daisies. So, with one hand, she held onto a wicker basket full of Daisies and with the other hand, she grabbed a hold of the daisies in the water.

JJ watched in complete and utter fascination as this girl who he did not recognize, fearlessly went into the lake and plucked some Daisies to put in her basket. She almost didn’t even look real. He blinked quickly to make sure she was even actually there. When he opened his eyes and she was still there, he was glad he hadn’t imagined her.

Finally, Y/N sensed a presence that was not her own. Quickly turning to her right, she made eye contact with JJ and her face softened. He was the least threatening person she’d ever seen and something about him made her heartbeat pick up.

She brushed this feeling off and instead, with a small smile on her lips, spoke confidently. “Hello stalker.”

JJ blushed, shoving his hands into his pockets and taking a few steps closer to the lake. “I’m sorry. Was just wondering what you’re doing here. No one comes here.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Y/N quips backs, a playfulness in her voice.

JJ thinks he might faint. “Um, well, I’m hiding.”

Y/N giggled. “Me too actually.” She grabs more daisies and puts them in her basket. She looks back up at JJ and speaks to him again. “Who are you hiding from?”

JJ gulps. He doesn’t want to scare away this girl by telling her why he’s come back here. He knows anyone else would judge him but, as he looks at her, he can see she would never judge him. “I’m hiding from a girl.”

Y/N nods, not expressing any disgust and JJ’s heart jumps for joy. “I see. Ex-lover, I presume?”

JJ shrugs. “We only went on one date.”

“Must’ve been a terrible date.” She jokes, and JJ realizes that she’s completely stopped what she’s been doing to listen to him.

JJ shakes his head, focused on her cute round cheeks. “Not really. She was nice.”

Y/N pouts. “Then why are you hiding from her?”

JJ feels as though it is too complicated to explain. And besides, how would he start? He’s never told anyone why he truly has never had a girlfriend. But something about this girl makes him trust her completely. He knows it’s the arrogance in her eyes. “I’m scared.”

Y/N nods, as if she understands him completely and he feels as though she does. “I see. You know, when I get irrationally anxious over something like this, I play the What If game.”

JJ’s brows pull together in confusion. “What?”

Y/N moves through the water and closer to the edge where JJ stands. When she arrives at the water’s edge, she reaches her hand out for JJ to grasp. He hesitates first and knows it’s because he likes her so much already and this will be the first time they will touch. The first time he’ll feel her skin against his is beside this muddy lake. Eventually, he grabs her hand and helps her out of the water and he knows, the second his hand touches hers, she’s his dream girl. His hands are on fire and he feels a pit in his stomach grow as her hand grips tighter onto him. There’s a spark and he’s sure there has never been anyone else that made him feel this way.

“The What If game,” Y/N starts, placing her basket on the ground. She starts to ring out the water from her dress but continues to keep eye contact with JJ. “is really easy. Here; tell me a fear you have about falling in love but make sure it starts with ‘what if.’”

JJ thinks for a moment. There are so many and he doesn’t know where to start. Finally, he chooses his biggest fear. “What if she leaves?”

Y/N smiles. “What if she doesn’t though? But, what if she does and then you find who you’re actually supposed to be with? The game is to just rationalize every irrational fear.”

JJ nods, a small smirk growing at the corner of his lips. “You’re not one of those girls who believes every breakup brings you closer to your soulmate?”

Y/N laughs. “Yeah, I wish. I’m not your manic pixie dream girl - wait, what's your name?”

JJ extends his hand, ready to feel her skin again. “JJ Maybank. Yours?”

Y/N smiles and shakes JJ’s hand. This should be interesting, she thinks. “It’s Y/N.”

“So, Y/N,” JJ starts, her name feeling good coming from his mouth. “If you’re not my manic pixie dream girl, then what are you?”

Y/N smiles. She was right. This is definitely going to be interesting. “I’m just yours.”

~

tagging; @tovvaa​

[peachbearies]

omg ion know if ur taking. Requests rn but I was wondering just a cute lil imagine bout zion in which the reader and him are dating and it's they're one yr aniversary or sum idk lol but just zion being a cutie and telling how much he loves her and shiii (because we all know that his ass acts all big and bad but he is a 6'4 teddy bear irl) yaa ik that was supper cringey but shehej yee okay byee (ur an amazing writer btw I've read all ur work and may I saY I stan 💖)

Promise: Z.kuwonu

Requested

›› Synopsis: it’s your first anniversary with Zion, around this trademark period it makes you apprehensive but Zion reminds you how much

›› Genre: Fluff

›› Paring: Female Reader x Zion Kuwonu

›› Warnings: Slightly hinted nsfw, lots of cursing (I mean it Zion so…), a little glimpse of toxic behavior.

›› A/N: what?! This is not cringe at all baby! I admire cheesy romantic headcanons/ imagines like this. My likes and drafts are filled with fluffs or angst to fluff🤧. I’m sorry this is a tad bit delinquent And thank you for reading my work that means a lot I’ve been exploring a lot of vocabulary words to scrutinize my writing, this may be a long one I apologize I got too into it.

The marvels of what a year could do. From going through a hurricane of songster roaring at each other, the strikes of austere comments leading up to the thunderstorm of a anguish. Your ex-fiancé cheated on, with considerable women before you found out. The ring on your finger was nothing but a reflector and leverage for him, he wanted to appear a saint to the kingdom, but a devil in the moonlight. Apologizing and buttering you up like a slice of bread, didn’t make you dawdle.

Your lucidity and rectitude were more caliber than staying, so you moved out of your shared apartment a week later, during the rotation of moving haphazardly you’ve incoherent yourself from the boys' realm, nor have your inner circle heard of you. You dissipated from the earth. And if you had to be adequate, you relished it that way, what was anyone overlooking anyways? but you were silently asking for space, you would give your leg for it.

Zion stirring in disgruntle, pushing profanities in between his gritted teeth. Don’t get mistaken he wasn’t mad you were ignoring him, just by the way your handling things on your own, he knew it had to be really fucked up if you couldn’t come to him. The veins crawling up his proffered hands outstretched for the keys. The boys jumping up in fear he may do something reckless, Brandon putting his hand in front of the boys to halt them. “Listen—even if we stop him, say anything to him or follow him, he will remotely do exactly what you think he’s going to do, you know how much he cares about (y/n), all we can do is have faith in him” Brandon confirms, but deep inside that rickety heart of his fear was kicking his ass too. They all discern Zion, once the peak of anger overflows his eyes only opines vermilion.

Zion parked in the lot, not noticing your car ghosting its rightful place. His mind was set on figuring what was wrong with you. Climbing the flight of stairs, he knocks on your door, his foot tapping the pallid base. When the door swung open it was ex-fiance, their eyes met in pique just burning to throw punches and a few sparks of curse words. “What do you want?” Your ex tempts him.

For your sake, Zion never snapped in front of him the way he should’ve. “Not you that’s for sure” commenting on his current attire, which was shirtless and some sweatpants. “Where’s (y/n)?” He queries, a scruffy ‘tsk’ pass through his lips. “Not here, that bitch moved out after she broke up with me”

Zion looked at his watch the time read 9:35 pm. “Cool, all I need is nine minutes of your time” Zion tranquility explains to him. Swinging and docking him in the throat; the girl that was staying with him bolting into the living room finding the source of the thump. She screams for Zion to get off him, after give or take six punches, Zion walks away not giving him or her the slightest sight. “If I catch you or her around y/n, better make sure you have good health care insurance and dental”

The next day he waited outside your classroom leaning his foot up against the wall; few girls noticed him but that wasn’t on his mind. When your silhouette appeared, he excused himself in a rush to catch you. “Pretty rich seeing a smile from a ghost” your heart dropped; the voice you were scared to dump your problems on.

What lie could you conjure? “Hey Zion” you breathe, turning in his direction. “That’s my fault I’m sorry, dealing with classes and moving I lost track of time” which was half correct, but it wasn’t the biggest factor. Zion tilted his head, signature hand in hoodie pocket. Closing your eyes with a heavy sigh, you knew he didn’t believe you nor did he want to push you. “Zion—“ he groped your wrist pulling you to the parking lot, he leaned on his car's hood without saying a drop of words, he wants for you to stream all your worries.

“Well, that’s half the reason. Okay, I didn't mean to go completely ghost, life just wasn't easy for me lately, I didn't want to add more dead weight to your shoulder. Sorry” zion scoffs pushing himself away from the car with no hands. But they followed the path to your jawline. ”burden on my shoulder or not, they're made for you to cry on. Stop going through things on your own alright?, as long as I'm here you don't have to sink”

Ever since you and zion grew close, a year later and he still gazes at you like a diamond. Even after a year, the astonishment gets the better of you. The insecurities start raging in, fighting in a war of love and hate. Your phone was laid upon the cherry wooden table, the vibrations frightening you, the goosebumps crawling up your arms. The name it read was “Love🤍”

“Hello?” You answer still shaken up; Zion lets out a soft scoff that vibrates through your body “you’re still in bed mamas? you should be awake beautiful” rubbing your eyes slightly, the clock flashed the numbers ‘ 2:30 pm’ your groan only makes him smile bigger.

“Goddamn I love you, look how ravishing you are in the morning” Zion's eyes shimmering in adoration. Those eyes always reflected his emotions, deep down you knew Zion loved you wholeheartedly, but the fear of having something good taken from you. That is what kept you hesitant. “No, I don’t stop lying” you stroke his ego.

“Me? Lie? Babygirl, I can’t and won’t lie to you stop playing” Zion said in a low octave, your stomach stirred in feelings “do me a favor baby” “Which is?” You reply, Zion looks over on his nightstand smiling. “Why are you smiling? Are you being mischievous again?”

“Who me? Nah” Zion shrugs off. The ringing of the doorbell distracted you from his spreading grin “answer that” sighing you walk towards the door, propping your phone on the counter, Zion moans out loud. “Maybe I should’ve slept over last night! Who told you to look that good mamas?” Ignoring his flirty antics you open the door, glimpsing at fresh bouquets of your favorite flower and a self-care basket. “Baby!!!” You screech, Zion simpers at the brightest smile on your face. The sun doesn’t shine as bright as you did at the moment.

“Why?, why are you so loving to me” you start to happy cry “Nah baby none of that, I love you too damn much for you to self-deprecate” Zion shuts your negativity down. Flipping the card over you read the message. ‘You thought I’d forget the day you changed my life? I’ve always loved you and I’ll continue to love you, but it’s not your love that I adore the most, it’s those gorgeous eyes that look back at me. Like I’m some type of angel when we all know that’s you, it’s the way you’re compassionate about others, I love your free spirit baby you’re a dove to me, even though I get under your nerves, I wouldn’t want anyone else to deal with me or my problems happy one year’

You look up at Zion, his eyes were already glossing by admiring your figure. Oh, how you wish jumping through a screen wasn’t just a cartoon thing. “Fuck” you whisper covering your face “angel, you are beautiful” Zion reminds you “stop!!! I’m in my feelings!!” You Jokingly spat at him. “What you wanna do for our anniversary it’s up to you” Zion smiles.

“Can we go to a petting zoo then get tacos?” Your eyes sparkling as your lips turn into a pout, Zion looking up towards the ceiling as his Adam’s apple points at the camera. “Yes, how could I say no” twenty minutes later Zion was at your house, complimenting you the whole car ride. Protectively and passionately rubbing circles on your knees being careful not to raise his hand any further.

“Look! Rabbits” Zion follows your finger pulling you in that direction, you sit on the bench holding the rabbit in your lap feeding it the food. Zion takes pictures of you getting the best angles, falling in love with your beauty, even more, the way the golden light bounced off your skin. It made him think twice if you were real or just a lucid dream. Feeding the monkeys were the best part, they hugged you and Zion; even gave you two kisses. The giraffes were the most exciting to you, joking to your boyfriend “wow look something taller than you”. Walking into a blue-lit aquarium a class of fish surrounded the both of you. Your finger softly touching the fish that was pressed against the glass, it followed your every move. Never realizing Zion detached his hand from yours, it hasn’t hit you until a ring was slid on your finger.

“Not an engagement ring, but soon don’t worry this is a promise ring, and I promise that you’ll feel nothing but comfort and love with me” his fingers gripped into your waist “with a side of pleasure too” you smack his shoulder while smiling ear for ear. “You promise?” “Of course I do, I wholeheartedly promise, I will never hurt or disrespect you baby, you mean too much to me”

Once you were back to the apartment your body couldn’t even make it to the bed, but Zion helped you to the bathroom. To wash off the dirt and sweat, even helped you with your skin routine. His fingers padding over every inch of your back, your soft snores in the crook of his neck. “I’m so glad to be the girlfriend of your dreams” you whisper “oh lord she’s finally figured it out!!” Zion pushes your buttons “should I send you back home?” You test him, “you wouldn’t dare, you need me tonight” Zion teases his swollen lips attacking your neck upwards your jawline, a low gruffly growl trickles down your spine.

“So is this the side of pleasure?” You press your teeth into your lower lip “if that’s what you want”

“Well, you did make a promise” wasting no time Zion straddles you, your legs wrapped around his waist, giggling at how he fumbled to remove his shirt.

“You damn right I made a promise, and I’ll show you how serious this promise is” Zion kisses up your stomach “I love you”

Your hands cupping his jaw the breathing becoming erratic “I love you too”

[wetwellie]

Your Name AU

(because i’ve seen this movie a bajillion times and it makes me feel things and i am FEELING THINGS about zimbits rn) (It probably won’t work, but i’m gonna make it work)

 Bitty is a guy who is trying to peacefully spend his last summer before heading off to college in peace. 

He spends his days working his part time job at his Aunt’s produce stand. 

and Baking

and playing club hockey twice a week

Fairly peaceful

and...boring as hell

Until the dreams start

Jack has just started his third year at Samwell university

he’s still broken

still anxious

still the “golden boy” --even if he doesn’t feel like hes polished and shining

but he’s making do

and making friends

just a year or two left until

until what?

graduation? getting signed? 

wasting away? 

Jack doesn’t know. But he’s resigned to focus on hockey and let the rest of the world pass him by

Until the dreams start

Jack wakes up and it’s too hot

He shifts to get out of bed and finds that the covers he is tearing away from his body

are not his

or Shitty’s

or any of his roommates’

also. uh

those skinny legs and short shorts are not his

his hands look different too

and his face feels different

and the voice that calls to him from downstairs is not one he knows

huh

well

weird dream

hope it’s over soon

Bitty goes downstairs to eat the next day

His parents are both fairly silent

“I see you got over whatever mood you were in yesterday, young man”

“mood?”

“it doesn’t matter.”

That’s all he gets out of them

When he drives to the produce stand his cousins run up to him smiling

“I see that you actually remembered how to drive that thing”

“What?” says Bitty

“yesterday you were all over the place. almost knocked over the stand. if you were anyone else I’d think you were drunk”

“Aunt Judy figures you might have been possessed” the other cousin says

“With a fit of stupidity”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about” Bitty says

“It doesn’t matter. Just don’t ‘get lost’ or forget ‘how to drive stick’ again, Dicky” she says using finger quotes

Later in the day, Suzanne asks Bitty if he’s really feeling ok. 

She was really worried about yesterday’s behavior

Bitty replies that , despite evidence on the contrary, he feels normal

They finish up some jars of jam and Bitty returns to his room for the night

There is where he finds it

Tucked under his pillow there is a note in scratchy handwriting

“Who are you?”

Bitty wakes up cold, in a bed that is too big for him

an alarm he doesn’t remember setting, or ever having, is blaring next to him

he looks to see the time

4:30 am

oh. 

hell no

bitty gets up to unplug the dream alarm clock, and returns to sleep

Bitty wakes up 6 hours later with another man coming into bed with him

This man is naked

and moustached

one of those dreams? huh

never would he dream about this kind of guy though

because this guy doesn’t crawl into bed, like he thought

he wraps bitty in a burrito made out of comforters and yanks him onto the floor

“I know you needed to a break, but let the coaches know before you sleep through morning practice like that”

“practice?”

“yeah. and you’re lucky that I’m waking you up in time to go to your 11am.” 

“but it’s summer”

naked moustache man just looks at him and rolls his eyes

“we’ll grab lunch after class”

“Wait!”

“What”

“...where is my class?”

Jack wakes up the next day 

and is dragged to the doctor to test for a possible concussion

“the things you were saying and doing yesterday were crazy”

“you skipped morning practice”

“After class you threw down your notes and said you’d never major in History”

“You baked seven as an apology for skipping morning practice”

“And then you dropped into fetal position in afternoon practice when Ollie was about to check you”

“And you took, i don’t know, 7000 selfies of yourself and called yourself handsome”

“have you ever taken a selfie before in your life?”

jack just shakes his head

“yeah. like i said you’re getting checked for a concussion”

Did I hit my head? , Jack asks

“no. but it can’t be” Shitty pauses “It wouldn’t be your other thing would it?”

I don’t think so he says. 

Jack has never really had memory problems. and his anxiety and panic never particularly affected him in the way described

faintly, he recalls a young boy at one of his games right before the draft, voice broken as he says “Jack, don’t you remember me?”

it leaves his mind as quickly as it entered

because he had bigger problems to figure out

namely how he had new entries on the journal on his phone

it was a summary of all of the things that “Jack” did the previous day

“Thanks for a long day of being a Big Shot on campus, handsome!”

signed Eric

Eric?? 

Who the hell is Eric? 

it happens again 

Jack spends a day as bitty

and Bitty spends a day as Jack

and they wake up not remembering too much about what happens

the only thing that cements that it’s not just a weird dream is that

well...real life consequences

Jack becomes a lot more...spinny and less up for contact when he plays hockey

and ends up enjoying time with his teammates a lot more

and has a huge country dialect now

and one time someone came up to him speaking french and jack had no idea what was going on???

and he smiles sometimes??? 

and at the end of the day he’s almost always on his phone typing away

Bitty is able to kick ass into gear with hockey

but can’t bake worth shit

honestly, suzanne hasn’t seen anything of that quality since bitty was seven

AND he had to check a recipe

also, he’s started to bike to work

driving stick is impossible

he’s very serious on some days

he spends his evenings watching history documentaries and writing in a journal

Well. It seems like this is just gonna be life for a while, they both figure

best set up some rules

Bitty, as Jack, is NOT ALLOWED TO DITCH CLASSES

no use of the word y’all

no beyonce

no short shorts

don’t drop like a brick when someone comes to check you

seriously Eric it’s fine 

Eric it’s my body that would get hurt don’t worry

also please don’t drink or use drugs in my body

it’s a long story but again

it’s my body

Jack-as-Bitty is asked to be polite to his friends and customers

and please never bake anything ever

don’t leave the house dressed like some weird clothing outlet exploded

if you yell at my teammates i swear to god, mr. zimmermann. 

don’t disrespect senor bun

or anyone

stop frowning so much, even Coach has asked me about it and i don’t know what to say

don’t watch stuff on my netflix account. your history documentaries are messing up my recommendations

Despite the rules

They find ways to keep bothering each other

But also trying to make each other better

As captains of each others teams, both teams are able to benefit from their guidance

Bitty’s team gets a lot stronger technically

but kind of hate how much of a hardass Bitty is 3 times a week

The SMH is more in synch with each other than ever

and Bitty is able to help out a lot more

But Jack ends up having to put a lot of money in the sin bin for 

‘acting off’

Jack is very upset to find a picture of himself in the swallow, sitting on the roof of the Haus shirtless and wearing short shorts chilling

like

what the fuck Eric 

But they get a little routine down, and nothing changes except for minor nuisances

so whatever 

It all works good until one day, while Jack and Suzanne are bonding over making jam, Suzanne looks Jack right in the eyes and says 

“oh...you’re not my dicky. you’re dreaming aren’t you?”

Jack snaps awake in his bed

not Eric’s bed. His bed

Huh. weird. 

He goes to check his phone and of course, there is a long journal entry left over from the day he didn’t get

It’s all mostly ok until he gets to the end

“It looks like your first big hockey game is tomorrow night! Be sure to have fun. Enjoy it!”

“There’s a comet tonight for me. I’ll take lots of pictures so that you can see it next time we ...do whatever we do”

 Jack and the SMH win the game. and he actually tries to have fun. but the only person he wants to celebrate with is

well

he’s in georgia

bUT

Jack has a phone

He dials bitty’s cellphone number that has been saved in his contact

his heart is beating quite fast. 

and then he hears 

“We’re sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service”

 Jack stops switching after that

He should be relieved. overjoyed

but he’s not

he doesn’t miss the humidity

or the dirt roads

or the bugs

but he does miss something

and he’s forgetting all about it

so he tries searching online for the town

the town he can’t remember the name of

he doesn’t want to forget, so he starts drawing sketches of what he remembers

they’re not bad

pretty darn good, even

Not as good as Lardo’s, but she’s still abroad

He tries to call Eric’s number a couple more times. He gets the same results

 Jack can’t take it anymore

During the winter break, Jack flies down to Georgia for a weekend, rents a car, and drives himself in the general area he remembers the town

he stops locals and shows them sketches

“is there any town nearby that looks like this?”

they all respond in the negative

he does this for hours

the sun is starting to set when he resigns to give up

he pulls into a diner in the town he’s in, orders, and looks at his sketches again

maybe it’s possible that the town isn’t...even real?

it really could have just been his dreams

that is what he thinks when the server returns with some water

“Hey. that’s a pretty good picture of Godfrey”

 “Godfrey?”

“Yeah. I grew up there.” he says looking a bit sad

“Can you tell me how to get there?” 

The server pauses and gives Jack a mourned, but puzzled look “ it was about a 15 minute drive from here but-” 

“it was?”

“you didn’t hear about what happened?”

Jack shakes his head. 

“If you don’t mind,I’ll take you to it after you finish your dinner”

It’s all gone. 

Oh God. 

Everything from the small ice cream shop to the old creek where Bitty’s cousins would hang around

It’s all rubble

and mounds of dirt

Literal miles

Jack can’t breathe

he can’t

breathe

just breathe

just

breat--

[akaspiderman]

monumental rain

pairing: peter parker x female!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none

plot: The rain always marks something special in their relationship.

A/N: this was requested by @princeofsassgard, i hope this is what you wanted :) // i’m on mobile rn so i hope the read more works, if it doesn't, i’ll fix it later

“Are you sure you got it?” (y/n) asks, quickly glancing over at Peter.

“Yup. I got it, I’m fine.”

“But are you sure?”

“(y/n).”

(y/n) sighs, surrendering to him. Peter insisted that he could carry two of her reusable grocery bags despite her protests against it. He only let her carry the lightest one, which she swung between them as they made their way back to her dorm. Peter wasn’t struggling at all really, he was carrying them with ease. But that little voice in her head was telling her that she shouldn’t be forcing Peter to carry her groceries at all. He was practically her guest.

“You know, you didn’t have to come with me,” (y/n) says.

Peter quickly looks over to his left to see (y/n) with her eyes trained to the ground as she twirled the bag around. She was adorable, how could he not offer to carry her groceries? “Mhm, I wanted to keep you company.”

Her heart melts. Peter was so sweet, he always was. She’s known Peter for the longest time and she was sure that he’ll get tired of her. In (y/n)’s mind, their friendship was going to falter after high school. It was inevitable, Peter was going to move on to bigger and better things and she’ll just be a distant memory. But Peter kept touch, even if he went to college in another state.

That’s why (y/n) can’t get over him. Their friendship wasn’t one-sided, he put in effort too. Her mind blew it out of proportion again, telling her there was a deeper motive. That deeper motive was most likely non-existent, but she likes to believe they’ll end up together. Peter was just so caring and considerate that she would fall for him all over again. She was hoping that her long time crush will finally extinguish after he moved away, but no. It’s still burning and he keeps adding fuel to the fire.

Peter travelled back to New York for winter break and (y/n) couldn’t get enough of him. MJ was convinced that (y/n) spent more time with Peter instead of her family over break. She wasn’t wrong though, (y/n) would jump at any opportunity to spend time with Peter. He would disappear after break and who knows how long til she sees him again. Peter had a whole other life at MIT. He can be swept off his feet and she may never see him again. So she takes every chance she can to spend time with him, even if it was just telling him that she has to get groceries and him offering to come with.

“Hey, did you feel that?” Peter asks. Was he talking about the connection they had and how she wants him so bad? Probably not, but she can dream. After all, dreaming is what keeps the world going round.

“Uh, no.”

Peter holds his hand out, palm facing the sky. “Huh, I thought I felt ra-“

His sentence was cut short by the sudden downpour that took over. It was a light drizzle at first, the one Peter felt. It quickly intensified, taking both of them off guard. The sky was rapidly consumed with dark clouds that brought heavy rain that thudded against cars and sidewalks. The already fast pace of New York went into overdrive, as everyone tried to avoid the rain.

“Oh my god,” (y/n) shrieks as the rain starts to soak her coat. Lately, it wasn’t freezing so she wore a lightweight coat that provided no defense to water.

Peter laughs, throwing his head back to embrace the rain. The water works it’s way down his face, tracing every line. On the other hand, (y/n) stands frozen in place, shocked at the sudden shower.

“Come on, you can’t just stand there,” Peter says. He switches one of the bags over to his other hand, using the free one to grab her wrist.

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god,” Peter whispers. He made about five steps of progress before he comes to a halt. It dawns on him, he’s holding her hand. Technically, it was just her wrist, but same difference. It was enough for his heart to stop.

(y/n) stood still, not wanting to break the moment. He was almost holding her hand. She would do anything to preserve this moment, even if they got caught up in a hurricane she would do her best. Peter was here and he was so close. He had this way of making her feel so bubbly, she could break out in song and dance through the rain like it was nothing.

They probably could have stayed on the sidewalk forever, time seemed to cease. The rain was no longer a problem, they would bask in this moment as long as they could. Both of their minds were more concentrated on the almost hand-holding rather than the brewing storm. They only snap out of it when someone brushes past (y/n). She stumbles a few steps closer to Peter with someone shouting “Get out of the way!”

(y/n) scoffs, reality settling back in. “That was rude.”

“Hey! Hey-“ Peter starts, turning back to the crowd looking for him.

“Pete, he’s not there.”

“I, uh, know but he shouldn’t have pushed you.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes. “You’ve been gone for too long, you forgot how people act in New York.”

Peter shakes his head, chuckling at her comment. He starts tugging her along again, the butterflies coming alive in his stomach when she doesn't pull away.

(y/n) laughs as he drags her through the crowd, water splashing onto her jeans from forming puddles. “You know what this reminds me of?”

Peter looks behind his shoulder. He cocks his head, eyebrows scrunched as if he was pondering the meaning of life. “Mhm, nope.”

“Remember when we first started getting close? We got paired for that science project an-“

“And you were over at my apartment for the third day in a row because you didn’t do any wor- Ow!” Peter says.

(y/n) lightly swung her grocery bag at Peters leg. “I was a stupid sophomore, leave me alone.”

“Um, sure.” He receives a dirty look from (y/n), but she still lets him drag her around. “Anyways, you had to walk home right? But, uh, it started raining and I felt bad. So I walked you home with an umbrella.”

“History repeats itself,” her voice going soft. That memory had a special place in her heart. It was the moment where she saw Peter as someone she would love to get to know. She wanted to know why he did that. She barely did any work because it was too advanced and Peter had to do most of it, but he still walked her home. Peter always clammed up around her and she saw the way he relaxed when he was with Ned and MJ during lunch, she wanted that. She wanted to understand him in every way. That was the day (y/n) pinpointed to the beginning of their friendship. It was monumental.

“You and I have a thing for the rain huh?” Peter continues. “Remember, uh, I think junior year, when it was raining and we were taking the bus to your apartment and you slipped?”

(y/n) lets out a soft laugh. “How could I forget?” When the bell rang to dismiss them, it was pouring. Everyone was running to make it to the bus the least soaked, including them. They were studying for finals and were on their way to her apartment. (y/n) was running so fast and she slipped on a sidewalk puddle. Peter somehow managed to catch her from hitting the ground. She wasn’t sure how he did it, but she was in his arms. Her heart skipped a beat and she was a goner for him. Her crush for Peter bloomed from that moment.

“Another rain story for the book.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?” He looks back at her again. Her hair had fallen all over her face from the rain and she was completely drenched.

“You should visit more often.”

“I was in New York three weeks ago.”

(y/n) sighs. Peter was never here enough. Thinking about him leaving physically hurt her heart. There would be no one to drag to the market and no one to waste her time with. “Well, I miss you.”

A smile takes over Peter face, it made up for the loss of sunshine the clouds took away. “I miss you too.”

“Then stay.”

“What?”

Panic shoots ups her spine, her eyes wide. Maybe she was completely misreading the situation. Yes, he was almost holding her hand and carrying groceries but that can be friendly. He was just being friendly. They shared hugs and she would lean on him if she was feeling risky, but that was normal. Every single they did was normal, not some secret message that they both loved each other.

(y/n) rushes past Peter with her cheeks ablaze. She was the one doing the dragging now, or at least attempting too. Peter refused to move, his feet firmly planted on the ground. “Are you alright?” he asks.

“Mhm. I’m doing great, splendid. I mean it’s raining a lot and that kind of sucks, but we have a thing for rain. I’m wet so that sucks. Wait, not like that. Wait, you weren’t thinking about it like that but now you are. Never mind, just rain,” (y/n) spews out with a nervous laugh.

Peter shakes his head because he sees where this is going. (y/n) had a nasty habit of saying too much when she was trying to act natural. He figures if he keeps pushing her, something is bound to spill. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. Just me and the rain and you. It’s really nice, the rain. Kinda sucks that we’re getting drenched and the fact that I chose to go to that organic super store that’s really far from my dorm apparently. Speaking of dorms, why do we have to stay on campus freshmen year, huh? That doesn't make sense. But we should go before we get pneumonia.”

Peter held his ground as (y/n) repeatedly tried to pull him forward. “Right.”

“I’m fine Peter. Maybe the problem is you. You’ve been gone for too long and forgot how I act. This is how I always act. Now let’s go. Why aren’t you moving? I’m actually pulling so hard.”

“You’re just acting kind of, um, weird.” (y/n) has taken on a new approach, she wrapped her other free hand on his wrist, using both of her arms to make him budge. His arm was going to be pulled out of its socket at this rate.

“MIT is definitely getting to you. This is who I am. We have to go, we’re literally going to get hypothermia. Why is it even raining during the winter? Global warming sucks. Are you working on fixing global warm at MIT?”

“Probably? (y/n) stop freaking ou-“

“I’m not freaking out! You’re the one who won’t move in the rain after I said I miss you. All I said was I miss you! It’s not like I confessed that I love you.”

(y/n)’s eyes widen, because oh no. She did not just say that. But by the way her heart was thumping and the air was knocked out of her lungs, she definitely said that. She whips around, letting the arm clutching him go. Peter still held onto her wrist and she swore he could feel her burning up. There was no way she could brush that one off. She could’ve played it off and pretend it was a joke but it’s too late. She waited too long to say she was kidding. All she could do was face Peter.

Peter stood there, his arm no longer being pulled from his body. (y/n) had her back to him, but he could tell she was waiting for him to say something. It was his cue after all, this was the part he either breaks her heart or makes her day. But instead, he was frozen in shock at the confession.

“The bread.” (y/n) says, hoping that Peter won’t mention it again. She figures he was going to ignore it by the lack of response. She laughs a bit to mask her heartbreak, but that’s what she expected. Peter barely talked about his friends at MIT, so there probably is some gorgeous person waiting for him. (y/n) can’t be hurt by that, Peter is amazing. She should’ve foreseen someone snatching him up. At least if she lets out a few tears the rain will wash it away. “The bread Peter! It’s going to be soggy, we have to go back. Like right now.”

“Wh-what did you say?”

“The bread will be soggy.”

“No, um, before that.”

(y/n) feels herself deflating. She threw her friendship out the window. Peter will probably never want to talk to her or see her again. They weren’t even dating and she said I love you. The way she said it could not be passed off as a friendly one. She swallows her pride and turns to face him. “I’m sorry.”

(y/n) tries to tug her arm out of his grasp. It didn’t feel right anymore. It kind of hurt having him that close to her but she can never get what she wanted. But he doesn't let go. “Peter, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, um-“

(y/n) lowers her head. She kicks at some small puddles that form, she can’t make eye contact with him. There was no way she could. “It’s alright if you don’t want to be friends anymore. I get that it’s stupid and I had no right to say that. I’m sorry for dragging you out here to help with groceries and stealing all your time here. I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s fine beca-“

“You don’t have to feel bad about it. I totally get why you wouldn’t wan-“

Peter lets out the smallest laugh, shaking his head. “Hey, look at me.”

(y/n) raises her head, but she keeps her eyes pointed towards the sky. The rain splashed onto her face, it was almost refreshing. The rain proved useful, masking the few tears that started to form. She refuses to cry here, not in front of Peter. If she knows anything about him, it’s that he’ll feel guilty. There was no way she could do that to him. He needed a break, not another problem. If she laughs it off, he won’t think much about it.

Peter places a hand on her face, pushing some strands of hair to the side. He was hesitant doing that, unsure if he had permission to. His hand pulls away from her face and her attention follows them. She looks at him instead of the gray sky. Peter takes in a deep breath, hoping for the best. “It’s, it’s fine because I like you too. You’re just amazing in every aspect and I feel so happy with you. It’s almost tempting to stay here. I like you. I don’t know if I can, um, say I love you but I like you a lot.”

A flood of relief washes over her, followed by bliss. He likes her. Her free hand flies over her mouth, trying to cover the joy that was spilling out. He likes her. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Peters eyes crinkle from the grin he gives (y/n). She turns into a giggling mess, her happiness couldn’t be contained. He likes her and she likes him. Her heart was fluttering at the idea that they could become something more than friends. “I have no idea why I said that, but I’m glad I did.”

Peter beams at her. Maybe he was soaked and most likely will be sick tomorrow, but this made it worth it. “Me too.”

(y/n) feels the rain falling over them and she knows what she has to do. It was bold for her, but the adrenaline from her newfound relationship kicked in. She leans over to kiss his cheek, lingering just for a few seconds before pulling away to see a bright red Peter. “I’m sorry, was it too soon? Oh my god, did I ruin it?”

“No! No, it was perfect. You saw the rain and took the chance. I’m, I’m glad you did.” He lets go of (y/n)’s wrist to slide his hand into her hand, which she eagerly accepts. “We should probably go before the bread gets more soggy.”

“Will you ever let me live it down?” (y/n) laughs, shaking her head. She glances down where their hands meet and it was a feeling she would love to get used to.

Peter swings their arms between them, creating a rhythm that matches his heart. “Uh, probably not. You told me you liked me and then changed the subject bread.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, but she can’t be mad at him. He likes her. Peter wasn’t expecting to confess his crush on her in the middle of a sidewalk while carrying groceries that had to be soaked by now, but somehow it was perfect. They didn’t mind the rain. If the rain marked milestones in their relationship, bring on the rain. 

tagging some mutual who may like it, sorry if you don't: @tomshufflepuff @hollandsosterfield @dudewherearethepeaches @theamazingspiderlingg @saygoodnight-n-go

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could you talk about johnny and sue's relationship and their past? i keep getting conflicting stories from people and i can't read many comics rn so i can't go and read to find out more about their dynamic and history and such, id really appreciate it

Sure, I can do that. I’ll be totally honest here: aside from Fantastic Four #31-32, in which their father first (and last) appears, there just isn’t a ton of information about Sue and Johnny’s past before the Fantastic Four, and a lot of what we do have does contradict with itself on some level.

So, to start with: Sue and Johnny Storm are the children of Dr. Franklin Storm, a famous and successful surgeon, and Mary Storm. It’s not exactly clear how much of an age gap exists between Sue and Johnny, and it varies by universe – for 616 I usually figure Sue is about eight or ten years older than Johnny. To me, a bigger age gap makes more sense than a smaller one when you take into account their dynamic.

In Fantastic Four #528, while ruminating on the nature of their powers, Reed thinks about how Sue told him that Franklin and Mary had a troubled marriage and were, at the least, emotionally neglectful of her. However, the picture Fantastic Four #31-32 paints of the Storm family’s early days seems to be a much more picturesque one. I don’t think either of these versions are invalid, and one isn’t necessarily more definitive than the other, one is just older and one relatively more modern. That’s the joy of comics; two or more different versions of the same thing and you have to choose or combine them while assembling your timeline, desperately wondering why you didn’t take up a hobby like collecting nice rocks. 

One night, Franklin and Mary get into a car accident. Mary dies; Franklin survives. In his grief and guilt, he loses the family fortune gambling and ends up killing a loan shark. He goes to prison. If you sent this ask because you saw another anon and I talking about Sue’s tendency to obscure information because she feels by doing so she’s protecting Johnny, this would be the big example of that. Rather than tell Johnny their father went to prison, she instead opts to tell him that their father is dead. Before anyone asks, I don’t know how that’s supposed to be better, either. It was the 60s and things were operating purely on the Drama Factor and now we’re paying for it. So anyway, Johnny would continue to believe his father was dead up until Franklin Storm dramatically and for literally no reason breaks out of prison and shows up at the hospital in a timely fashion to operate on Sue after she’s injured during a Fantastic Four fight. Franklin Storm would be then be re-arrested, replaced by a Skrull, and ultimately die saving his children from a Skrull bomb. Like I said: drama. 

But to backtrack: Franklin Storm goes to prison, but what of his children? This is where things get messy. It’s not really clear what goes on with Sue and Johnny between this point and the night Reed, Sue, Ben, and Johnny steal a rocket and get themselves bombarded by cosmic rays. Sue and Johnny have an aunt named Marygay Jewel Dinkins, because this is Marvel and how cool are you really if you don’t have an aunt, and despite being the recipient of the Best Name Ever award, she appears in a grand total of three 616 comics and like one What If. In some versions of canon, Johnny and Sue live with her at her boarding house after their father’s incarceration. This boarding house is the setting for where Sue first meets Reed when John Byrne retold their origin story in his Fantastic Four run, retconning in a large age gap between them by putting Reed in grad school and having Sue, age 12, develop a crush on him. This isn’t the first origin story for Reed and Sue – Stan Lee and Jack Kirby had them living next door to each other as children – but it was one that stuck for years until Matt Fraction updated it in his 2014 run, keeping the boarding house while establishing that Sue was over the age of 18 when she met Reed for the first time when he rented a room at Marygay’s boarding house. Anyway, the Marygay story makes sense, with Sue and Johnny going to stay with, presumably, their closest relative.

There’s one problem with it: whenever Johnny talks about his childhood, he credits Sue and Sue alone with having raised him.

(Fantastic Four #514)

Spider-Man/Human Torch #1 – Johnny staring wistfully as Peter embraces his aunt and thinking about how it was just him and Sue seems like an odd take if Marygay was very involved in Sue and Johnny’s lives. She’s almost never mentioned by either Sue or Johnny post-Fantastic Four-hood, and in Johnny’s Strange Tales run, we see him and Sue living together in a house in Long Island. It’s possible Sue and Johnny did live with Marygay for a while, but that they had a bad relationship with her, or a number of other options. Like I said! There are inconsistencies here.

Anyway then at some point Sue and Johnny met Reed and Ben and they all stole a rocket together, because that’s what families do. 

Sue and Johnny have a very close relationship. I would characterize it as normally very good – they love each other a lot and, like above, Johnny credits Sue singlehandedly for raising him. He definitely looks up to her. On Sue’s part she’s very protective of her family, including Johnny. He’s very much the team baby – there aren’t a lot of team babies who are team babier than Johnny – and it’s a role he’s clung to and rebelled against in equal measure, which I think factors into how the others, Sue included, can treat him like a child. Like any good relationship, it can be complicated. 

(Fantastic Four #554) But they do love each other a lot.

[thoughtsofdarc]

The Butterfly Effect - Part 7 - The First Time

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1740

A/N: No notes this time... Just enjoy. (She writes in the Authors Note section) 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - 

"Wow, Nat!! That's the one!" I'm looking at my best friend, who just came out from the changing area in a white satin dress, hugging her curves like it was painted on her. She looks stunning in it, with her red hair flowing over her shoulders, angelic even and I can't help but to get teary eyed.

"My little girl is getting married!" I say and hold her hands in mine. I take a good look at the stunning dress, before I sniffle a bit.

"Shut up Y/N! And stop crying or you are going to make me cry too!" It's too late, there are already tears in her eyes. Her bright smile tells me, that this definitely is the dress.

We look at each other, all giggly and bright smiles, with tears down our cheeks. This must look ridiculous I think to myself and giggle again.

 Nat turns to the friendly woman who has used the last hour and a half, paitently finding dress after dress and helping Nat put them on and take them off.

"This is the one" She says breathlessly and the woman nods with a knowing smile. Something tells me she knew that Nat would pick this, even before she did herself.

 "Very good choice Miss Romanoff. You look absolutely stunning, no doubt you will make your man speechless when you walk up the isle" The woman writes down some info as she speaks, but without losing focus on the bride to be.

 "Thank you" Nat says, smile even bigger than before if that's even possible, before she walks down the little podium and goes out back to change into her own clothes again.

 That was the last thing of the day... Next step is to meet the guys for dinner, and all of a sudden I have butterflies in my stomach. This almost feels like introducing the new boyfriend to your parents, except, in this case the parents are Nat and Clint.

 "We're going to be about 20 minutes early before the guys get there. But that's good I think, cause you look like you could need a drink" Nat's eyes are playful and her crocket smile tells me, that she enjoys this a bit too much.

I love Nat, but she has this thing where she loves to put me in situations where she can mock me, and it's a huge success if she can make me blush too. I know its all love, but today I just really want her AND Clint to behave... I don't want them to scare off Bucky.

 "Nat, please!" I look at her with pleading eyes and she watches me carefully.

"This really means a lot to you, doesn't it?" She asks and I nod, just now realizing how much.

 Natasha stops walking and put both hands on my shoulders while she looks into my eyes, sincerity oozing from her.

"I promise to behave and Clint has promised too. I've seen how happy you have become Y/N, and anyone making my best friend this happy, is already accepted into our lives"

I sigh in relief, not realizing that I've been holding my breath and she chuckles as she brings me into a big hug.

"Now let's go get that drink before the guys arrive, okay?"

And just like that, I feel so much better.

 At the restaurant we go in and walk up towards the bar, but I stop dead in my tracks and so does Nat. At the bar is Bucky and Clint having a beer, laughing over something funny enough to make Bucky tilt his head back and Clint scrunch his nose. We can hear the laughter all the way down to where we are standing, and Nat looks at me with wide questioning eyes. I return the look and shrug. I don't know what's going on.

 As we get nearer Clint spots us "There's my wife to be and her friend!" he says and gesture towards us. Bucky turns around and a smirk settles on his lips.

"What a coincident... There's my girlfriend and her friend" he says and Clint looks surprised.

 Bucky takes the last two steps towards us and embrace me in his large arms to hug me tight

"Hi Snow White" He says lowly just for me to hear, before he place a kiss on my lips.

 "Wait... You're Bucky? I thought your name was James?" Clint looks utterly confused.

"And I thought you were only going to be here in twenty minutes" Nat says as she place a peck on poor confused Clint's cheek and wrap her arms around his waist.

 "How do you know each other?" I look from one man to another and Bucky chuckles at my confused face.

 "Clint here is a customer at the garage, Doll. I've been fixing his car for years now" My eyes widen at the info.

"Wait, so you're the James that is trying to convince my Clint to get a bike?" Nat says even more surprised "Y/N, I don't know if I like this dude anyway"

 The words are said with a playfull smirk, but I didn't see because I was staring at Bucky. When I look back at Nat with a horrified look in my eyes, all three of them burst out laughing, jokes on my expense already flowing. Great, now there's going to be three to one in their favor, just my luck.

I scoff at them, but on the inside my heart does a little extra beat in pure happiness.

 The evening flows without problems. Both Nat and Clint loves Bucky and vice versa.

Clint even follows me to the bar with the excuse to help me get new drinks to the table. He throw his arm around my shoulders and kissed my hair, like the brotherly figure he has become, and says "He's a good guy Y/N. I'm happy for you"

I have to clear my throat for the lump that was forming, before I could tell him thank you.

 Ending the evening, Clint and Nat offers to take me home, but seeing me eyeing up Bucky sitting sideways on the parked bike, they chuckle and Nat gives me a hug goodbye as she whispers "I understand... Go with your prince charming. We'll talk tomorrow"

 When we've waved goodbye to the two of them, I turn to look at Bucky with a relieved smile on my face, as I put my arms around his neck and he put his around my waist.

"That went well, didn't it?" He smiles at me, his blue eyes holding so much love and... Something more.

"Very well" I hum before I press my lips to his.

 What was supposed to be a quick kiss before we drive off, gets deeper and more passionate. It's only when an elderly couple clear their throats when they walk by, that we break it off.

 "Wow" I whisper breathlessly, making Bucky chuckle.

"Wow indeed" He agrees "So... how about I get you home Snow White?"

He reach out the helmet that has become mine and I take it, as I look deep into his blue eyes that are now several shades darker with blown pupils.

"Sounds like a good idea, Handsome Park Guy"

 The trip home feels like it lasts forever, but also ends too soon when Bucky stops and parks the bike outside of my door.

 He too hops off of the bike and he follows me to the door, where he brush away a stray lock of my hair and yet again wrap me in his big muscular arms.

"I love you, Doll. You know that, right?" He looks utterly adorable and freaking hot as he stands there, his hair supposed to be in a low bun, but half of it loose after the ride.

 I smile up at him, a little shy, but very happy "I know. And I love you too"

 The kiss he presses to my lips takes my breath away and I can't control the little whimper escaping me.

The sound apparently appealing to Bucky as he growls and push me up against the door, pinning me against him and the cool, shiny wood. I can feel the doorknob pressing against my back, but right now I don't care the least.

 I loosen the rest of his hair from the bun and run my fingers through it, grabbing a fistful and tugging lightly, as if I could make him be closer to me like that.

In return he growls again, this time even deeper. His hands wander over my body and find their way up under my shirt setting my skin on fire with his touch.

 I break free of the kiss, taking a deep breath, as if I've been under water and just came up for air.

His hands slow down, but stay on my skin and his weight is still pressing up against me. He rests his forehead against mine and sigh, lustful, happy and maybe a bit frustrated.

 "So..." I start, making him look at me "You want to come inside?"

"Fuck yes!" He breathes out as the rest of the blue in his eyes turns black, leaving no doubt of his state of mind.

 I only just get the door closed behind us before he's all over me again and I giggle, as he lifts me up and sets me on the dresser in the hallway.

 He shrugs his leather jacket off and then mine, all while he kisses me desperately and I return it fully.

After both jackets hit the floor he takes a hold of the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, only releasing my lips shortly before they are back on mine.

His big hands slows down and settles on either side of my ribs, his large fingers spread out and his thumbs slowly caressing just below my bra.

 He pulls back to look at me "Bedroom?" he asks and I nod eagerly afraid my words will fail me.

Bucky ready himself to lift me off the dresser and to the bedroom, when suddenly he chuckles.

 "What?" I look at him confused.

"Blue butterflies" He replies and looks down. I follow his gaze and can't help but to chuckle too when I notice the tiny sparkly blue butterflies spread out on my bra.

 "Blue butterflies" I agree in a whisper before our lips meet again.

Part 8

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dinners with dad (or, forced attempts in parenting) // a queen sugar fic, part 2

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about... Micah goes to eat with Davis again, but the subject of birthdays brings back memories of birthdays past. + read on ao3

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To Keke // June 14, 2016 (4:31pm) Micah: he keeps asking me questions. what do I want for my birthday, what is the family doing, if we should have a celebration of our own Micah: as if I want to spend my birthday with him

To Micah // June 14, 2016 (4:33 pm) Keke: You could do it the day before? He just wants to give you your present and see you smile at him

To Keke // June 14, 2016 (4:34 pm) Micah: If that’s all he wants, then we could do that rn. skip the bullshit and just swap Micah: uggggh Micah: what if you just crash Boogie’s car into the diner? Micah: that’ll shut him up! Micah: then he can’t talk about the divorce, or what my mom’s feeling about the divorce, and I don’t have to go full Hermione on him

To Micah // June 14, 2016 (4:34pm) Keke: Full Hermione? Keke: You gon punch your dad in the face?

To Keke // June 14, 2016 (4:36pm) Micah: no punching, just screaming I’M NOT AN OWL Micah: but seriously, save me

“Micah.”

To Keke // June 14, 2016 (4:37pm) Micah: Drive the car into the diner, run me over in the process Micah: pls

“Micah.” Davis sighs. "Come on, son, I’m talking to you."

That’s the problem. Micah stuffs that comment into the back of his mouth though. Glances up at his dad while he tucks his phone back into his pocket. “And I hear you.” But he’s not apologizing. There’s no point in saying he’s sorry when he’d much rather be working the farm with Ralph Angel than having this late lunch with his dad. But he’d already promised his aunt Vi he wouldn’t go off on Davis in public again. She’d claimed it was bad for business.

Davis crashes his jaw from one side to the other. “You don’t want to talk. That’s fine. We’ll just eat, and then I’ll drop you back at your aunt’s.”

“Thank you.” Micah’s phone jumps in his pocket, but he doesn’t pull it back out. Just grabs his fork and digs into his spaghetti. The second the sauce hits his lips, his lips quirk up. Vi always puts a little sugar in her spaghetti sauce, and as long as she keeps on undercutting the chefs in the kitchen, he’ll keep coming to the High Yellow. Or as long as his dad tries forcing these meals.

“Was that Keke? I saw her name on your phone in the car.” Davis smiles. “You two still talking then.”

They are, but, honestly, “I thought we didn’t have to talk anymore,” Micah says. Didn’t his dad just say that? “I’ve got a headache anyway.”

Davis sighs. “Fine. Fine, son.”

Micah glances back down to his food, but he can still see the way Davis twists the fork around and around without eating. The tension in his dad’s muscles along his arms. The throb of the veins in his dad’s neck that are just at the edge of Micah’s vision. But Micah doesn’t have to feel bad about that. He doesn’t have to tend to his dad’s feelings when his dad couldn’t be bothered to do the same thing for him and his mom. He doesn’t have to be the bigger person with a dude who is literally two feet taller than him. He doesn’t.

(Right?)

His phone buzzes again.

To Micah // June 14, 2016 (4:42 pm) Keke: I’m just saying, give him a chance and then call me when you’re done Keke: You can yell all about how awful he is

To Keke // June 14, 2016 (4:43 pm) Micah: I’d much rather talk about what you and me are doing for my birthday

To Micah // June 14, 2016 (4:44 pm) Keke: And what do you have in mind?

A nice lunch, just them and his mom so his mom gets to see Keke as a full person instead of just a different girl that Micah’s interested in. And the lunch ends long before the family thing so he borrows the keys to his mom’s Range and takes Keke on a ride through the city. They stop by Grandpa Ernest’s house and settle under the tree — no, they stop at Vi’s house and go by the garden where they first met. He can show her the flowers that have taken root and point out that they’re a lot like this garden. They might be budding into something new, but they’re already something pretty great to look at. Then she’ll get all happy since he’s so sweet, and they can maybe do a little something before he has to take her home.

“You’re smiling pretty wide over there,” Davis says. He keeps his eyes low on his plate — he got the alfredo since apparently he doesn’t want the house speciality. “We don’t have to talk. I just — I remember being that happy over messages. I used to read the ones from you and your mom before taking the court. This one time—“

“Before or after the affairs?” Fuck. Shit. Micah’s supposed to hold it in today. “I mean, if you’re smiling over Mom, then before, right?”

Davis gives his fork another twist. “During.” He shifts it from one hand to the other. “But, one day, you two were in the group chat, just trying to drag me into some fight about whether or not you should be able to have a party at the house or take a few friends to Aspen for your birthday. Your mom figured you’d make less of a mess if you were somewhere up in the mountains.”

Of course the house in L.A. — their house — is in the mountains too. Micah used to fall asleep staring at the skyline and all the lights. Every once in a while, a helicopter would fly above them, rattling his cracked window, and now it’s just… quiet. The land is quiet. People might get their starts early, but there’s so much space between houses that people don’t make that much noise. No sirens, no gates swinging open, no camera crews.

And that year Davis is talking about was two years ago. Micah wanted a chance to be a normal teenager. You know, throw a big party, snap at his friends who get into the liquor cabinet, tape off his parents’ room so no one went in there to do anything gross. But his mom didn’t like the idea of just anybody being in their house, especially since so much of the house was glass and expensive furnishings. (“Do your little friends have the money to fix it all back up, or were you expecting us to pay for it?”)

“Yeah, I joked that I didn’t need a present if I could throw the party. The expenses could be my present.” He drew up a budget and everything, but Charley wasn’t having it.

Davis nods. “So I left the group chat and talked to your mom separately. Full on begging her to come on the road for a few days and let Rocky keep an eye out. We could hide the really good stuff. Put a brand new, reinforced lock on our room. Even tell the neighborhood watch to be ready for a ‘teen party.’”

“Wait, what?” That doesn’t make any sense. His dad got sick a week before his birthday. And his mom flew out to help Davis so that he wouldn’t have to leave the road or ride the bench. And she went to meetings. It was Micah’s idea to push the party up and capitalize on the moment.

“Oh yeah, we planned all that. Why do you think we got the pool cleaned before we left?”

Because it was summer and people just did that. “How was I supposed to know you threw me a party?”

“Because we love you. And you really wanted to do it big for your first high school birthday. But, hey, what do I know about what you really want, right?” Davis switches his fork back to his right hand and picks up a bite of food. “Keke’s waiting.”

“Right.” Micah hits his home screen with a shaky thumb. 

To Keke // June 14, 2016 (4:50 pm) Micah: Lunch with me and my mom. That’s what I want.

Then Micah clicks over to another chat.

To Mom (Charley Bordelon-West) // June 14, 2016 (4:52 pm) Micah: You and Dad knew about the party? 2yrs ago?

To Micah // June 14, 2016 (4:53 pm) Mom: That’s what you two are talking about? Mom: Why do you think we got the pool cleaned?

Damn. They really were good together. And now, they really won’t be together ever again.

Like, obviously his dad really fucked up. His dad deserves to be alone after what he did. Davis deserves to spend the rest of his life without anyone to come home to, and nobody should trust him after he left Goldie with all the guys from the team when that’s not something Goldie wanted to happen. Money doesn’t equal consent. Micah gets that. It’s just… they threw him a party. They raised him, together. They used to tag team parent him all the time. Like this one time when he was so mad that his dad couldn’t come to his game because of a press event, and his mom knew so she got his dad out of the event with a press release and an advanced Q&A thing, then when Micah ran out onto the court and looked over, he saw both of them cheering in the bleachers. His dad even still had his suit on.

Or when his dad helped him get ready for his first date. Micah couldn’t stop fidgeting and changing and staring down every single shirt in his closet to find one that wouldn’t make him look like the dorky kid from the back of the classroom. And his dad told him all about the first date that he and Charley had — how Davis was still trying to front and pretend he was this really smart, educated dude since he thought that Charley wanted someone like that. Thought Charley would respond better to somebody going places than somebody who mostly just had basketball going for him. But Charley’d caught Davis in his lie and told him that she didn’t have time for games, not if she was going to be taken seriously out there. She needed a partner, and if Davis couldn’t be an honest one, then there was no point in wasting their time. And she’d dropped a twenty on the table to pay for her food and walked out of the restaurant. Davis could barely drop more money on the table before he sprinted out after her. And Davis got this dopey smile on his face when he talked about his speech to win Charley back. But he’d given a speech about trying to be the kind of guy she deserved, and she’d eventually told him to just be himself. And then the real Davis — the Dad Davis who was helping Micah get ready — pulled out this plain green shirt that Micah spent most of the time lounging around in and told him to wear that. And Micah did. And he had a really great date.

“Dad?” Shit. He probably shouldn’t even say anything. He’s just caught up in nostalgia. It’s stupid. “Breakfast wouldn’t be so bad. You know, on my birthday.”

Davis’s whole body goes soft while his eyebrows lift up. Eyes brighten to the point where Micah needs to glance away. “I would really like that, son. Anywhere you want.”

What if he wants to go back to L.A.? 

What if he wants to go back in time to before they knew about everything and everything changed? What if he just really wants his family back?

Micah clears his throat. “I’ll think about where. Let’s just finish this, okay?”

“Okay."

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[now there’s a fic tag + here’s part three]

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Riverdale Ep. 9: La Grande Illusion

Holy.

HOLY GUYS, HOLY SMOKES!!! Big ass long toothed meta puke about episode 9 bitties below. Spoilers, flails, a lot of screaming. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 

OK so, the opening --

as a Canadian, this hella spoke to me on a whole other level. Hahahaha (I’m laughing but maple syrup is no laughing matter. THIS AIN’T NO GAME. $50/L ain’t no joke, what are we giggling about here? No smiling.)

Then right after that AGGGHHHKKKK--

OMG BUGHEAD RIGHT IN OUR FACE STRAIGHT OUT OF THE GATE <3 <3  “We’ll figure it out . . . come here.” That sly little glance. I’M DEAD. I’M DEAD OK? This is a long way from “Also?” . . . *almost choking* so I’m just gonna go ahead and assume that THE BOY HAS HAD PRACTICE SINCE THEN. ON THAT BED. WHY NOT. I’m just gonna go over here and die now.  Oh, wait what? That wasn’t the end of the episode? I got what I came for in the first two minutes. 

. . . HA LAWD THERE’S MORE?!

Also here’s my bonus not-so-mini meta rant about Mama Cooper coming in and bustin’ up the party when they were so blatantly kissing ON BETTY’S BED, and Alice doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Remember when Alice was lecturing Betty about Archie and forcing her to get in the car because she didn’t want her associating with him? Didn’t even want to hear that her daughter was friends with Archie and tried to ban it. I thought it was because she didn’t want Betty getting knocked up but now here’s Jughead, in Betty’s bedroom, ON HER BED, KISSING HER. And Alice does not care. 

Was it because Alie thought Archie looked too much like Jason? I have no idea. But Alice has been so uptight about Betty “not growing up too fast” like Polly, wearing makeup and seeing boys. But SHE’S FINE WITH JUGHEAD. Inexplicably in her daughter’s room on her bed making out with her. 

So this tells me she must actually know Jug quite well seeing him and Betty have been friends for so long. She approves because we already know that if Alice had a problem, SHE’D VOICE IT. But she trusts Jughead not to take advantage of her daughter and respect her because she must know how much Betty means to Jughead AND AUHMUHGOD AND- *Megaphone* ALICE COOPER TRUSTS JUGHEAD WITH BETTY. THAT IS ALL. 

Jesus Christ, my SO is going to come home and find a body on the couch because THIS SHOW IS GOING TO END ME with cuteness and feels. MOVING ALONG HERE . . .  (Wait wait wait before we do does anyone else here sporadically burst out laughing because Betty’s mom is named Alice Cooper and, well, you know . . . Alice Cooper? 

No? Just me? OK actually moving on here . . . 

Can I just say how much I appreciate this adaptation of Veronica Lodge? The scenes with her and Ethel -- wow. I can’t bow down to the writers enough for doing such a justice with her character in this adaptation. She is powerful, witty, intelligent, moral, considerate, and she has a huge heart. While she always had a big heart in the comics, she was prone to selfishness and snobbery. Putting Veronica’s family in the situation they created with Hiram has resulted in such an empathetic and generous Ronnie. My heart is full with how precious and strong her character is on this show. <3  Veronica and the news about Ethel’s dad. HOLY. SWEET. LORD. OK I am actually having trouble seeing what I’m writing because I’m still cryin’ RN seeing that girl break down. And Betty crouching down on the floor to hold her . . . MY HEART. Then her and Betty going to visit Ethel’s dad at the hospital . . . damn. That takes a bravery I can’t even comprehend. I’m glad that Ethel and Ronnie are bigger than their parents and decide to stay friends. <3 

And MY GOD, Hermoine Lodge is being put through the ringer this episode and I just want to fucking hold her. X_X Fred dumping her kind of destroyed me a little inside. *Smoking wreck*

Alright switch it up again -- the ArchiexCheryl/Blossoms arc is disturbing as hell. O_O Them literally preying on Archie’s vulnerability and desperation to solidify his career in music and protect his father by reigning him in and bribing him? FUCK. -_- Just . . . fuck. Archie tried to put up a good fight here. We saw how this conflicted with his morality and I felt bad for him. It’s difficult to say no when your future and your father’s are on the line. -_- Oh, Archie. I’m still trying to root for you, bud.  (A CHERRY ‘84 GIBSON LES PAUL I’D BE A SLUT4BLOSSOM, TOO.) But . . . “I swear Archibald when the light hits you just right . . . “ I PHYSICALLY SHUDDERED. (P.S: WHAT👏IS👏GOING👏ON👏WITH👏POLLY? Her infiltration scheme got me SHOOK, good LAWD) Also . . . Cheryl by the pool in that diamond choker and blue dress? Holy hot mother of God, I gotta fan myself over here. SO HOT I -- woah. WOAH. Archie and Cheryl now? -_- *Facepalms so hard my hand goes through my face to the back of my skull* Archie. Archie ARCHIE -- oh. O_O Oh. He . . . he made the right choice. GUYS he did the right thing.  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ARCHIE ANDREWS MADE THE CORRECT CHOICE ON RIVERDALE CAN I GET A FUCK YEAH

Hal firing Alice and her firing a rock through his window and walking off like a boss? HAHAHAHA Not going to lie . . . I am living for this psycho Alice shit.

ALICE WRITING FOR THE BLUE AND GOLD DAUGHTER-BOYFRIEND-MOMMY TEAM OMFGGGGGG I AM A CORPSE WRITING THIS RN-

WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR MORE BUGHEAD. (Saving the best for last)

“Betty don’t do that. Don’t give up. . . . you’re so much stronger than all of the white noise. You’re stronger than your mother. You’re stronger than your father. You’re holding this family together. So don’t. Don’t let go.” “I won’t.”  THE WAY THAT HE TAKES HER COLLAR BEFORE PULLING HER IN FOR A WARM HUG. SO BEAUTIFUL TAN OUTTA TAN HELP ME 

Every time Betty starts to spiral Jughead is right there for her saying exactly what she needs to hear. And watching this scene reminded me of those stressful times in my life when I’d start panicking because I’m overwhelmed with school or work or life in general and the SO would just come over and hold me and say exactly what had to be said to calm me down. What I’m trying to say is, Bughead feels so genuine. I am actually taken aback by how authentic their interactions are as a healthy couple. 

Last thoughts:

HIRAM LODGE. I HAD SUSPECTED HIRAM LODGE AND NOW HE’S ON THE BOARD.

CHERLY BLOSSOM HAS GONE FULL DARK NO STARS.

Favorite quotes: “Cheryl . . .” -- “That was a joke, you hobo.” “The ice woman cometh.” “I talked to Valerie and she’s cool with it.” -- “Cool with you being a jigalo now?” “He’s also pimping himself out to Cheryl.” (Jughead was savage fire with the male escort quips) 

But Valerie takes it with the quotes of the episode for me, folks:

“Wouldn’t you rather earn your place at that table?” . . . “Sorry Archie. Unlike you, I won’t be bought.”

This girl is so worthy. #SORRYARCHIBALD.