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novanekoma · 4 years

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I miss you

pt 2: here

☼ I miss you

☼ tetsuro kuroo x reader

☼ song: Betty by Taylor Swift

☼ summary: main lyric of inspiration: I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you

☼ status: ongoing, maybe? I have an idea of doing one from the reader’s pov, if anyone is interested

☼ genre: angst, teenage love,

☼ warnings: mentions of cheating, cursing, some slight suggestive themes, hints of cliché moments

☼ word count: 3.1k

☼ disclaimer: haikyuu, the music and any other assets used in this fic, DO NOT belong to me, all credit goes to their respective owners

☼ A/N: So… as I was working on finishing the first part of always you, taylor swift released a new surprise album and I cannot get the song betty out of my head! it just squeezes my heart and is absolutely breathtaking. Especially when I found out that cardigan and august are linked to this song, I immediately got an idea for this fic and I was going back and forth between whether I wanted to write it about bakugo or kuroo, but in the end my main squeeze kuroo won. I hope if you take a chance and read this, that you enjoy it!

Also thank you to all the new followers! I appreciate everyone who has liked and reblogged always you ☼ I will have the first part up soon!

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"God y/n, I don't know how it happened I- I-"

"Kuroo-"

"Please, you have to know I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"I know you are, but right now, in this moment, it's just not enough."

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betty, I won’t make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom, but I think it’s cause of me

Kuroo let out a small sigh, the ticking clock of the classroom echoing louder in his ears as each minute passed. The teacher droned on about something that he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to, he was passing with flying colours anyway. Instead, his focus was on the empty desk by the window a row in front of him. A newly empty desk, one that had previously been filled by a certain someone. A memory of you sitting there, turning back to smile at him during class flashed in his mind.

His hand slipped into his pocket to bring out the photo that had been by his side for the last couple months. The photo was slightly withered, his index finger moving to play with the crease forming at the bottom of the polaroid. A little caption scrawled underneath in your handwriting, July 13th kuroo x y/n; you with an elated smile across your face as he pressed into your side, an arm thrown around your shoulder as he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. He remembered the way you giggled and the pretty red blush that spread across your cheeks as he stole more kisses from you that day.

betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house it’s like I couldn’t breathe

The bell was what broke him from his thoughts, the piercing shriek that indicated that class was over, and thankfully so was the school day. Kuroo quickly packed up his things, carefully placing the photo back into his pocket, before slinging his bag over his shoulder. He tried to leave the class as quick as possible, being one of the first out of the classroom- and his breath caught in his throat once he made it into the hallway. His eyes quickly spotted you coming out of your new classroom, naturally being drawn to where you were. You were laughing at something one of your friends was saying as you exited the classroom, completely missing him, or ignoring him, as you continued down the hallway.

you heard the rumors from Inez you can’t believe a word she says most times, but this time it was true the worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you

His heart clenched as his eyes followed you, memories of you walking down that same hallway with your hand entwined with his as you planned your weekend together flashed through his mind, the little dimples on the apples of your cheeks deepening as you smiled at him was the image he was stuck on as you disappeared around the corner.

Coming around that same corner was her, memories of secret meetings and tangled bedsheets bubbled up, God what an idiot he had been. He shook his head, hand clenched in anger as he thought back to where it all went wrong. Kuroo quickly turned on his heel before she noticed him and made a break for the gym where volleyball practice was being held.

Shouts of, “Kuroo!” echoed as he walked into the gym, his team already beginning to warm up as he made his way toward the change rooms. He used to love this place, being here and practicing new plays with the team, but the gym was also where you two went to steal a moment alone together. Memories of stolen kisses and make out sessions locked in the storage room, sweet words and laughter rang through his mind as a familiar warmth that always came with thoughts of you spread through his very soul.

betty, I know where it all went wrong your favourite song was playing I was nowhere to be found I hate the crowds, you know that plus, I saw you dance with him

The memory that hit him the hardest was the moment he almost let you slip away, it happened here in the gym during one of the Nekoma vs. Karasuno practice games where their captain Daichi, started flirting with you. He could recall the exact moment he saw you two together, you were collecting a stray nekoma ball when Daichi caught your attention. Kuroo remembered the way he tensed when he saw the dimpled smile that was usually reserved for him being used on the brunette male as he made you laugh and stood closer to you than Kuroo was comfortable with. Kuroo ran a hand down his face, letting out a deep breath as he shoved open the door to the locker room.

Tying his volleyball shoes up in the change room was Kenma, his best friend, who was surprisingly on time for practice. As Kuroo got ready for practice, the tactical pudding head scrutinized his best friend.

“You’re still thinking about y/n.”

It wasn’t a question, Kenma could already see it in Kuroo’s eyes. He knew his best friend like the back of his hand and there was a hidden anguish in Kuroo’s calculating gaze. The darker haired boy didn’t say anything, which only confirmed the blonde’s statement.

Kenma sighed, blonde hair falling over his face as he stood, “You fucked up.”

The older boy harshly put his gym shirt on as a glare was sent Kenma’s way, “I think I fucking know that,” Kuroo spit, not meaning to get so angry with his friend, but god he knew, he fucking knew how much he messed up. Every time he thought about it, all he wanted to do was rip his hair out in the frustration that came along with it.

There was a moment of silence as the two stared at one another.

“Now that you’ve processed it, what are you going to do about it?”

Kuroo sighed, plopping down on one of the benches, his head falling back and hitting the wall behind him as his eyes closed.

“What the fuck can I do? y/n won’t even look at me, let alone talk to me,” he muttered. Not that he could blame you, if the roles were reversed… he moved an arm to cover his eyes as his heart clenched again. He would not let the tears out here, not before he had to run practice.

Kuroo felt movement beside him and looked only to confirm that Kenma came to sit next to him.

“You fucked up, badly, but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”

Kuroo laughed scathingly, “Then what kind of person does that make me?” he muttered sarcastically.

“One that made a mistake,” Kenma started, “One that’s sorry. One that has learned from his huge fuck up, but is about to let the best thing that’s ever happened to him slip away because he's not willing to fight for them.”

Kuroo didn’t answer, not willing to fight? After what I did, I don’t deserve to.

Another beat of silence.

“You know, y/n is throwing a party for all the third years, one last welcome back party since you’re all graduating. ”

Kuroo peeked an eye out, but all he saw was the blonde boy leaving the change room.

but if I showed up at your party would you have me? would you want me? would you tell to go fuck myself or lead me to the garden?

in the garden, would you trust me if I told you it was just a summer thing? I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you

The scheming captains thought’s began to circulate, what if… god there were so many. He shook his head, composing himself before leaving the change room; he just missed you so fucking much.

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Lately, the walk home was always the worst for Kuroo, before you quit being the manager, (which he knew was his fault), this would be a walk you would take together. Kenma lagging behind as he usually did while playing a game as the two of you walked a little bit ahead, laughing and making jokes with one another as you walked hand in hand, stealing a kiss every so often as you paused to cross a street or wait for Kenma to catch up. The pure love and adoration that he would bask in, knowing you saw the same thing reflected in his own gaze.

Of course, it had to be on this walk where things went wrong.

I was walking home on broken cobblestones just thinking of you when she pulled up like a figment of my worst intention she said “James, get in, let’s drive” those days turned into nights slept next to her, but I dreamt of you all summer long

A different set of lips moving in synch with his, a different pair of hands roaming his form as they tumbled in her sheets. Never going too far, just far enough. Lithe fingers running through his dark hair, tugging on the long strands, moaning his name as he peppered kisses along her neck, the bite marks he left on her skin as she left angry red scratches down his back. The guilt of what he was doing to you pushed further into his mind as she kissed down his chest, leaving her own marks to claim him as hers, even though he belonged to you.

As he lay on his bed, Kuroo roughly wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. The picture of the two of you clutched to his chest as he stared up at the ceiling. Not stopping the thoughts that infiltrated his mind, the sinful things he did toher when he was supposed to be loving you. They tore it his heart bit by bit as he thought about all the times, each day he allowed himself to sink further into the betrayal. He was just as disgusted with himself now.

Even with those thoughts, he fucking missed you. The memories he wanted to remember were the ones of you kissing his neck, pressing the sweetest kiss on the spot just under his ear, the one you knew drove him absolutely insane. His hands running down your form, memorizing every curve and dip of your body as you pressed closer to him, arms tightening around his neck as your lips moved in perfect chemistry. The way you would arch into him whenever he pressed a kiss to the center of your collarbone, leaving little love bites as he trailed the skin up to your neck

Kuroo threw his arm over his eyes again, letting the tears slip out.

He missed you so fucking much, he missed the way you laughed at his science jokes while you studied together, he missed the way you bit your lip in concentration as you tried to solve a problem and the way you would get so focused you barely processed what was happening around you. He missed the way you held out your hand from him whenever you walked somewhere together, the way your fingers fit perfectly with his. The way you turned red when you walked hand in hand to the gym for practice and the whole team would tease you, no matter how many times it happened. That pretty red blush spreading across your cheeks, your dimples deepening as you smiled up at him, only causing the teasing to get louder when he would lean down to kiss you, because you looked too damn cute not to.

He missed the way you would cuddle up next to him as you watched movies, the reactions you had when certain scenes flashed across the screen. He missed how the two of you would play games together with Kenma, the way your brow furrowed whenever you tried to make a tarantula island, and the triumphant grin that graced your lips whenever you caught one, your eyes shining as they caught his, practically vibrating with happiness and excitement.

He missed the way the two of you would just lay together, talking about everything and nothing all at once, you tucked into his side so perfectly as your hands lay together on his chest. Your head tucked under his neck as you talked about the future and all the thing you were going to be and do together. The way you kissed him sweetly and told him to get home safe, watching from your window until he disappeared down the street because you wanted to make sure he was okay walking home.

A person who is going to let the best thing that’s ever happened to him slip away…

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“You look fine.”

Kenma didn’t even look up as he continued to play a game on the switch, his dark eyes trained on the screen. Kuroo ran a hand through his hair, taking one last look in the mirror before looking at the blonde on his bed.

Kuroo let out a breath, “I’m ready.”

Was he really about to do this? Today was the day for the welcome back party, Yaku and Kai were already there. They sent text of encouragement and let him know there was a rumor going around that the Karasuno third years would also make an appearance.

Kenma nodded his head, looking up from his game to meet Kuroo’s eyes, “Then get going.”

betty, I’m here on your doorstep and I planned it out for weeks now but it’s finally sinkin’ in betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again

“Tetsu! Stop!” You were laughing as he brushed his fingers over your waist, tickling your sides and making tears of laughter stream down your face as you tried to push him off.

“Sorry? Keep going? If you insist,” he teased, digging his hands into your sides even more, causing hysterical laughter to fall from your lips. Your stomach was hurting from laughing so much, your face pink with mirth as you reached up to place your hands on his chest in a weak attempt to push him off. The grin on his face matched yours and when you reached up and swiftly tugged his face forward, successfully stopping his tickling attempts in order to kiss the breath right out of you. Only for you to turn the tables and flip him onto his back.

“I think I won that round,” you said, grinning proudly down at him as you straddled his waist, knees on either side of him.

He laughed, “I don’t know kitten, from this position, I think I’m the real winner here,” moving his hands onto your waist and squeezing your hips as if that proved his point.

Your face immediately went beet red and Kuroo took the time to memorize the expression on your face, the smile you had on despite the blush you were trying to control. He loved when you were flustered, that he could make you feel that way, you were the cutest thing…

“Tetsu!”

You laughed against his lips, his arms had snuck around and tugged you down towards him so he could kiss you again.

“I love you Tetsu”

“You have my entire heart y/n”

Each step toward your house, each thought, each memory of you, fueled Kuroo’s resolve. Thoughts of you swirling in his mind, he knew he had to at least try, you meant more to him than he could describe.

the only thing I wanna do is make it up to you

God, he could imagine it now, the best possible outcome. Apologizing to you, grovelling, explaining and doing everything in his power to show how much he loved you, wanted you. He would do anything and everything in his power to show you that he wanted your forgiveness, that he would work every single day to get your trust back, to earn the right to call you his again. You were worth that, he knew that now more than anything.

“Hey Tetsu,”

He hummed his response, arm tightening his hold around your waist as you leaned back in his chest.

“What do you want to do after graduation?”

“As long as your there, I don’t care”

You twisted to give him another dimpled smile, “Sap,” he could hear the love in your teasing tone.

What he wouldn’t give to be able to go back.

so I showed up at your party yeah, I showed up at your party

He could see your house coming into view, lights on and the faintest sound of music playing through the streets.

yeah, I showed up at your party will you have me? will you love me?

His heart beat faster as he got closer, his mind racing at the thought of all the possibilities of what could happen. His feet carrying him up the path towards the familiar porch where he would kiss you goodbye until he could see you again.

will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends? if you kiss me will it be just like I dreamed it? will it patch your broken wings? I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you

His breath caught in his throat as he reached the door. This was it, there was no turning back. He took a moment to collect himself, breathing, ignoring the music and the people he could clearly hear on the other side of the door. Picturing your face on the other side of the door, running through his apology, again and again, practicing once more what he would say when he saw you. He reached a hand up and pressed the doorbell, the sound vibrating through his nervous form.

standing in your cardigan kissin’ in my car again stopped at a streetlight you know I miss you…

“Kuroo?“

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ohshit-itsyagorl · 4 years

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Four Dipshits and a Michelle

Part 1

Hey, Loves! This is a fanfiction I’ve been working on recently. Hope you like it!

Summary: Michelle never believed in soulmates. But what happens when she turns seventeen and gets her mark? What happens when she inevitably finds the person with the matching tattoo? And what is she supposed to do with Peter Parker. Her best friend in the whole world. Her crush. Someone she feels drawn to for some inexplicable reason.

Michelle Jones never understood the infatuation human society had with soulmates.

As a little girl full of hopes and dreams, she admits she was rather fond of the idea: someone out there who was perfect for her, someone who she could share her life with, her soul-bonded partner.

Until her mom got sick. And her dad started treating his wife like his own personal punching bag and then left them with barley enough money to get by. And that sucked, but Michelle could deal with it. She really could.

(But she was not okay.)

But after that initial honeymoon phase, after seeing a relationship that was supposedly written in the cosmos fall apart, she was wrenched back to a sad, logical reality.

After giving up on her soulmate, she found it grating how often it came up in seemingly normal discussion.

This, Michelle thought, was rather ridiculous, considering they were all freshman in high school, and wouldn’t be turning 17 for at least two years, three for most of them.

When she woke up on the morning of February 27th, she was not expecting the day to be anything special or different.

Trudging to the bathroom, half asleep with hair in her mouth, she thought she might pass out. Damn her for opting to take the PCB (physics, then chemistry, then biology) route instead of being normal like almost every other kid at Midtown Tech.

The only bonus to PCB was that she had the same kids in her science class every year. Betty and Cindy and Ned and Peter. The only downside was Flash, who was insufferable on the very best of days. He was also on the PCB track.

(Ugh.)

Point was, Michelle had stayed up super late the previous night studying for a massive test with Peter and Ned, and she was absolutely exhausted.

(Physics could be a bitch sometimes.)

“Hey, Sweetie, how did you sleep?” Her mom was laying on the couch, nose shoved into her book, right arm hooked up to an IV. When Michelle didn’t answer immediately, she looked up and let out a soft oh. “Rough night?” She asked.

Michelle sighed. “Yeah. Big test today. Studied with the losers last night.”

“Well, good luck, honey.” MJ started walking toward the door. “Oh, and, Michelle? Don’t call your friends losers.”

Michelle ran a hand through her hair, the chocolate curls a tangled mess perched atop her head.

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“Hey, MJ.” Michelle looked up to see Peter waving at her, toothy grin and glasses and a dark blue sweater. She narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. Too early, Idiot.

Physics went as well as could be expected. Lunch was a different story.

“I can’t wait,” Betty said dreamily. “I wonder what they’ll look like.”

“I wonder what my soulmark will be,” Ned said, looking up from his English notes. “With my luck, it’ll be worse than that senior with a foot tattooed down the right side of his face.”

Michelle snorted. “Yeah, maybe it’ll be a giant dick or something.”

“Maybe yours’ll be a unicorn, MJ. You know, to match your personality,” Ned fired back.

She stiffened, looking around at the group. ‘‘I don’t want a soulmate,” she muttered.

“What? Why not?” Cindy exclaimed, her eyes almost comically wide.

Peter looked up at that. His glasses had fallen down his nose considerably, and he shoved them back up his face. Dork.

Michelle shrugged. “I just don’t. They’re pointless.”

“Well,” Peter started, “maybe one day you’ll change your mind.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not likely, Parker.”

“Tell that to your soul-bonded partner.”

A soft chorus of oohs echoed from the Table around her. She needed new friends.

“Whatever. Even if I find my soulmate, I’ll just avoid them like the plague. Shouldn’t be that hard with all my practice when it comes to you lot.”

Peter let out a small uh-huh, and went back to whatever the hell it was he was doing.

It wasn’t like she and Peter didn’t argue. As best friends, it was kind of part of the job description. But Peter and Ned already knew how she felt about soulmates and soulmarks. Michelle was surprised he had pushed her on that front. Weird.

She cleared her throat.

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Sophomore year rolled around, and with it came Academic Decathlon. Michelle befriended Liz almost immediately. She was so nice, and perfect, and smart.

About halfway through the year after a field trip for AcaDec, Peter missed school for over a week. Something about catching a bug on the trip. On day 10, Michelle went to his apartment.

May opened the door. “Oh, hey, MJ! Peter is in his room. He’ll be glad to see you,” she said, a smile gracing her face.

Michelle walked past May with a small nod of acknowledgement. When she entered Peter’s room, she was fairly surprised to see that he, in fact, did actually look very sick. He was on the floor covered in sweat and shaking.

“Ohmigod, Peter! Are you okay?”

“Oh, MJ. Didn’t know you cared. How sweet of you,” he managed through chattering teeth.

“I don’t, Loser. Here,” Michelle leaned down, “let me help you to your bed.”

“No!” Peter scrambled backward over a pile of schoolwork, the pages sticking to his hands. The sweat, probably, thought Michelle

She quirked an eyebrow.

“I, uh—I don’t want to get you sick, is all,” he explained.

“Whatever, Loser,” she said. “I brought you your schoolwork, so… here you go.” She dropped the stack onto his unoccupied bed, spared Peter one more glance, shrugged, and turned to walk out of the room.

“MJ, wait. Thank you, for, uh, for the schoolwork.”

She flipped him off on the way out the door. Weirdo.

Peter started changing after that. He started filling out his shirts more. She figured he had started working out or something.

Not that she was looking at him. Because she wasn’t.

He no longer wore glasses, and dropped out of marching band and robotics club. He disappeared at nationals, showing up only for the ride home after the fiasco at the Washington Monument (of all the times to gain a rebellious streak AcaDec nationals was not the time or the place). Michelle glared at him nonstop for a week after that.

People started avoiding the topic of soulmates and soulmarks around her, knowing it was a touchy subject.

Over the course of the year, Michelle grew closer to Peter and Ned than the other kids in Acadec.

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“MJ?” Peter looked back at her from where he was squatting down in front of the DVD player. He was wearing sweats and a math pun t-shirt that stretched tightly across his chest. His arms across his legs were lithe and muscled. How had she never noticed before…

And she was staring. Michelle blushed furiously. Peter smirked. She flipped him off. He chuckled.

“What do you want?” She asked. His hair was gelled back like every day, but it was a bit mussed, falling onto his forehead. Her blood heated. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, wondered how soft it would be.

Peter ran a hand through said hair, biting his lip. “Have you—uh—have you ever seen The Princess Bride?” He asked.

MJ rolled her eyes. This boy. “Bits and pieces. I was never really interested in that mushy, gushy, sappy shit. Besides, we are not watching that.”

“Uh, yeah, we are. It’s simply tragic how your previous social circle failed you,” he said, scrunching his nose up. It was cute annoying.

Michelle squinted at him, mouth becoming a thin line. He smiled back innocently. She flipped him off. Again.

She relented in the end.

Peter hopped up next to where she was sitting, stretching his arms up and over the back of the couch. Michelles’s eyes snagged on the bit of exposed skin where his shirt had ridden up. Were those… abs? She shook her head, looking back toward the now-glowing TV screen. Her nerdy best friend Peter Parker could not have abs. But.

Michelle had to admit that the movie wasn’t actually as bad as she had initially thought. The reason for that was mostly Peter. The absolute dweeb was acting out the fight scenes with himself. Watching Peter try and punch and defend himself at the same time was pretty funny.

MJ looked over at Peter during the end of the movie. He was looking at her.

“Why don’t you believe in soulmates?” He blurted, then proceeded to clap a hand over his mouth. “Shit, I’m sorry. You really, uh, really don’t have to answer that.”

And maybe it was the laughter they had shared together. Maybe it was the way she felt safe around him, or how his hair curled behind his ears, but, “My parents were soulmates. It—it didn’t work out."

That was all she was willing to share.

Peter nodded, swallowing thickly and looking back to the movie. “I think Ned’s right,” he said. Michelle raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat, “Your soulmark is definitely going to be a unicorn. Or a pegasus. Or a rainb—”

“Shut up, Parker.”

Peter raised his hands defensively, grinning.

They talked for another hour, but Peter couldn’t seem to drop the conversation about soulmates.

“Hey, MJ?” He said, giving her a curious look.

Michelle hummed.

Peter ran a hand through his hair. With all the posing while acting out the movie, it looked like he had just gotten out of bed. Maybe even just had—

No. Best friend. Peter was her best friend. Nothing more.

“On your birthday,” he ventured, “when you get your mark, will you tell me about it? We could, like, make fun of each other’s or something. Once I get mine, that is.”

Michelle hesitated. Then: “Sure, okay. Yeah, that sounds good.”

Peter beamed at her and her heart did a backflip. It was worth talking about her soulmark to see that smile, different from his usually timid upturned lips. She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Awesome! What are best friends for if not to make fun of shit,” he said.

Best friend. The words stung a bit, even if they were true.

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Junior year came faster than any of them expected, and with it, standardized testing. Michelle was sad that Liz had moved away the year prior when her dad was caught selling alien technology illegally, but she was excited to be team captain this year. She, Peter, and Ned had all celebrated with aLord of the Rings movie marathon, but over the past few months, Peter and Ned had been sharing hushed conversations. MJ wasn’t sure what was going on, but it made her feel kind of shitty—like she was being pushed out of their friend group.

But then Peter would shoot her a shy smile, and she would feel a little better. There was definitely something going on, though.

Betty got her mark over the summer—a small cat’s eye in the palm of her left hand—but she had had no luck finding the person with the matching tattoo, much to her chagrin.

Michelle truly felt like she was rocketing toward her birthday. Somehow, she and Peter had found a way to turn her soulmate into a bit of a joke, which helped. A little.

That’s how Michelle found herself on the phone with Peter, wearing a tank top and shorts in the middle of winter, watching the seconds tick down to midnight.

“I’m so excited,” Peter said over the phone. “I can’t wait to see if it’s a unicorn or a pegasus.”

“Can it, Parker,” Michelle snapped. She was strangely terrified, though she wasn’t sure why.

“Okay, Magic Princess Unicorn—”

“I mean it, Pete.”

“Ten seconds, MJ.”

“Shit,” she whispered, hands shaking as she hastily put Peter on speaker, and set down the phone, turning to face the floor-length mirror.

“Do you see anything?” He asked. Did he sound… nervous?

Michelle scanned her arms and legs in the mirror, turned around and did the same on the back. “Fuck.”

“What?” Peter said, voice crackling over the phone. “What is it? Is it a Unicorn?”

“No,” Michelle gasped out. “I don’t see anything.”

It was true she didn’t want anything to do with her soulmate, but it did hurt that she didn’t even have one.

She let out a sob, then slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

“MJ—MJ, calm down. It’s probably just somewhere else. Try taking your clothes off.” Michelle felt her toes curl into the carpet, her breath hitched. “Fuck,” Peter said. “I didn’t mean it like that—fuck, that came out wrong.”

You don’t need to apologize, Michelle thought. Instead, she nodded, then, realizing he couldn’t see her over the phone, she cleared her throat and said, “No, I get it—what you meant, I mean.” She cringed, Christ, she was absolutely horrible at this. “God, I hope it’s not on my ass.”

Peter let out a bark of laughter. Michelle smiled, then remembered her situation, frowned.

“Stop frowning, you’ll get premature wrinkles,” Peter said.

Michelle frowned deeper. “How do you know I’m frowning?”

“I know you, MJ. Now stop frowning. There’s only one way to know if you have a tattoo on your ass,” Peter said, choking on the last word. “Just check.”

Michelle loosed a breath. “Okay. I guess you’re right.”

She turned back toward the mirror, reaching for the waistband of her shorts and underwear, pulling them both down at the same time. Nothing on the front. She shimmied around a bit, before giving in and stepping out of her shorts. She glanced over her shoulder into the mirror. Nothing.

She took off her tank top next, checking her back first, since she was already facing in that direction. Still nothing. She turned around and ran her fingers over her stomach. Nothing there, either. Goddammit.

She slowly reached back to unclasp her bra and let it slide down her arms. “Mother fucker,” she said quietly.

She’s not sure how, but Peter heard her. “MJ? What’s the status? Did you find it?”

“Yeah, I did. And I fucking hate the universe.” She hissed.

Peter laughed nervously. “Well, what is it? Where is it?”

“Like hell I’m telling you!” MJ screeched.

“C’mon, Michelle, we had a deal!” Peter said. She could picture him laying down in bed, then sitting up abruptly, hair mussed like that night they had watched The Princess bride together. And that strip of skin she’d glimpsed and—fuck, she was thinking about him while she was naked.

“Peter, I literally had to take all my clothes off just to find it. I am not telling you about this ever. God, this is so humiliating.” Michelle looked in the mirror again and winced. Staring back a her was her naked body, dark skin gleaming in the moonlight, curls coming down over her breasts. She moved her hair out of the way to get a better look at her mark, and… there it was. A fist-size black spider sitting in the middle of her left breast, right over her nipple. She groaned, burying her face in the crook of her elbow.

“Oh, c’mon, M. It can’t be that bad,” Peter said.

“It’s bad, Pete,” Michelle sighed. “Well, at least this way my soulmate won’t be able to see my mark.”

Michelle stroked a finger over one of the spider’s legs and shivered. Peter swore over the phone.

“What?” Michelle asked.

“Nothing,” Peter said, though his voice was shaky. “Just got a shiver. That’s what I get for not wearing a shirt.

This boy.

And now she was picturing him shirtless. Fuck. With that mussed-up hair. Double-fuck. She looked down to find that the hand near her breast had grabbed on, kneading the soft flesh. Holy mother of god, an infinite amount of fucks. But it felt good. Really good. She let out a quiet moan.

“MJ? What’s going on, are you okay?” How the ever-living hell did Peter keep hearing her? She could barely hear herself.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she managed. Thankfully she sounded normal, if not a little breathy. “Just a little messed up after seeing the mark, you know? I wasn’t expecting to feel so… attached to it.” Because that’s what it was, she realized. She could already feel her connection to someone else, and she hated herself for loving it, for craving that sensation to be stronger.

“Okay. We should probably both go to sleep anyway,” Peter said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” He sounded worried, but he was willing to give her space. That was one of the things she valued most about their friendship.

“Yeah,” Michelle said. Then, when she heard him start to shift, presumably on his bed (God help her), she interrupted, “and, Peter?” He hummed in response. “Put a shirt on. It’s cold out.”

He grunted. “Yeah, will do, M.”

Somehow Michelle got the feeling he wasn’t going to put on a shirt. Idiot.

Part 2

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #spideychelle #soulmate #soulmarks #peter x michelle #michelle jones #eventual smut #masterbation #best friends #au #peter parker soulmate

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 37)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:2041

Warnings: Language, fighting, sad moment, angst

Song for this part: Better- Betty Who

Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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As soon as Shannon’s parents left, you and Shannon head to the apartment.

Once you’re there, memory lane hit you like a semi-truck. You took a look around the apartment you two purchased what seems like lifetimes ago. Your eyes traveled over pictures of you two graduating, the first day Shannon took a job with Stark, your first patent in physics… Pictures and paintings you two had bought together, that super comfy blanket you found at the mall… Every little item was a new memory.

“Wow. I forgot just how good we were at decorating,” you said in a sort of amused, awe inspired tone.

“Yeah, with your color palette and my great knack for finding unique items, this place really looked great,” she agreed.

Next, you wanted to see your bedroom. You wondered if it would be exactly as you remembered it.

When you opened the door, you were stunned to find it was. All the brainwashing and time away couldn’t even change that. The black and purple comforter was still on your bed. Your walls were covered with your favorite movie posters and whiteboards. The dresser was covered in papers and pictures of years past.

“I had your bed sheets washed periodically,” Shannon suddenly said from behind you. You turned to face her.

“Ah, yeah, thank you.” You tucked your hair behind your ear and looked around. You went to your closet, surprised at how many bright colors were in there. Now, you mainly opted for black, red, green, and purple. “I don’t even know what to take… Actually…” an idea struck in your mind. “Shannon, you said that I could have this apartment, right?”

“Of course, Y/N. There’s not much else I can do with it. I mean this is our home.” She waved her hands around the place. “I think it’d be more suited if you had it, it’s all paid off so no need to worry about much there.” She smiled knowing her friend would stay close to her even if it wasn’t a floor away.

You chewed your lip, hoping this didn’t sound awful. “Well… instead of me taking stuff back to the cell -- because I’d really like to stay out of it, and making it feel like home feels awful -- what if… well what if you took some of your stuff back to the tower, with Tony? I mean, you’re engaged now, and Loki and I would like a place all to our own. I’m sure he’d want to go get some things… What do you think? I mean, I don’t wanna sound like I’m kicking you and your stuff out…”

“Um… yeah sure I can probably get Stevie to help me pack my things and have it out in a few days,” she said trying not to sound hurt. “Well I guess I leave you to it then, I’ll be in my old room collecting my things.”

Shannon walked out of the room slumping her shoulders a bit. She knew it was childish to feel hurt because she’s not living with her bestie/sister. But it hurt knowing she no longer had a place in their home. She entered her room and was flooded with emotions and memories of when it had been just the two of them here. Shooting a quick text to Steve, she got to work placing her things in her suitcases.

Seeing your best friend this hurt made you feel worse than when you two were physically fighting in New York. You sighed and went into her room and sat on her bed.

“You know… you don’t have to just rip all your stuff out of here,” you said, looking up at her. You took the sweater she had in her hands from her gently. “What if… we did this? Loki and I will share a bedroom, we don’t need the second. You’re welcome to stay here any time, as long as you call ahead? Just to make sure you know… it’s a good time? This was your home for years, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m booting you out.” You reached over and gripped her hand, smiling up at her.

Shannon had been concentrating on packing so she wouldn't let the little tear slip out. She looked up at the ceiling and then at you. “It’s okay, Y/N. I get it, you want a place to create new memories with Loki.” She stopped packing and sat down next to you. “I shouldn’t have assumed everything would be like before everything happened.” She went on to say how she understands that you’re both different people and that’s fine because you two are adults.

The rest of the day was just you two talking and remembering things that were once forgotten and after eating dinner together and watching some movies like old times, Shannon excused herself for a moment. She headed to her room and made a call to the tower.

“Hey babe, I’m still at the apartment with Y/N. I just wanted to let you know that we’ll be home soon and that she’s decided that she would like to live here in the apartment with Loki once he gets out too.”

“You had me worried for a moment. I thought you were going to say that you two will be staying the night there.”

“And what if we had decided that huh? We’re adults plus I figured she wouldn’t want to sleep away from him.” She walked around looking at all the things she had left in her room. “I was wondering if you could have someone come help her redecorate the place to their liking?”

There was silence on the line. “If that’s what you really want then sure we can have that done once he gets out of the cell too.”

“I’ll see you at home soon enough.”

“See you here.”

With that Shannon went back to the living room. And they finished watching the last movie they had picked.

You turned your head to Shannon lazily on the couch as the movie started to end. It was one both of you had seen at least twenty times. “This has been the best possible day for me being released.”

“Yeah?” Shannon asked, happy to hear that.

“Of course. I became your maid of honor, we went wedding dress shopping, we went out to that great lunch spot, I got to see Lucky, and Diane and Tom… You and I got to spend the whole day together…”

“Yeah, yeah it was nice, wasn’t it?”

“Mhm. And I’m sorry about the whole apartment thing,” you apologized again. “It’s just…”

Shannon held up her hand. “I get it. You and Loki have never been alone. This is a place for you to start your lives together. Tony and I have the whole tower, and I have my old floor. If you and I need time away together, we can do it on my old floor.”

“You’re sure?” you asked, still worried you’d hurt her feelings.

“I’m positive, hun.”

At that, you smiled. As soon as the movie ended, the two of you picked up all the food and plates you’d accumulated during the day and cleaned the apartment.

“Well, I better get back to Loki before he thinks I’ve abandoned him.”

She laughed. “No, we wouldn’t want that.”

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Back at the tower, you and Shannon parted ways, bidding each other goodnight while she went upstairs to Tony and you ventured downstairs to Loki.

As soon as your eyes landed on him, your chest filled with warmth, then a bit of chagrin when you remembered where you two were. You walked up to the cell door, put your hand on the scanner, and entered.

“Hi, darling,” you greeted as you walked into the living room. It was odd, to say the least, having the freedom to come or go as you please in this place. “Happy to see me back?”

“I am,” he admitted to you. “How was your day out?” he asked, putting his book down.

“It was… a little overwhelming, but overall it was great.”

“Did they give you any stipulations or anything like that?”

You got up and headed to the kitchen, readying to make some coffee for yourself. “Uh, actually, yeah. I have a parole officer. I have to report to him a few times a week, work with him… you know…” you said, dancing around the topic.

“That sounds stressful.”

“Actually, my parole officer couldn’t be more laid back,” you assured.

“Oh? Is that so? Well that’s good then.”

“He can have a bit of a temper,” you added with a bit of a smirk.

“Well just stay on the right side of that,” he encouraged as he reached around you to grab a mug and pour himself some coffee.

“Yeah, I think I can. We’ll be working in his lab. He wants me for my physics brain so…”

“Oh, he’s a scientist? I thought on Midgard they had officers dedicated to this sort of thing?”

You slowly nodded. “Well.. Yeah, they do. But I’m sort of a special case. A normal cop can’t exactly control me if I get out of hand so--”

“Is your parole officer Bruce Banner?” he asked point blank suddenly, cutting you off.

Shit.

You pressed your lips into a thin line and that was all the answer he needed. A man as clever and witty as Loki would of course see through the thin veil of truth you’d weaved.

“Yes… he is but--”

“Are you serious? They stuck you with that animal?”

“Bruce is not an animal,” you calmly retorted.

“I beg to differ, or do you not remember the broken ribs and mangled face I acquired last time we met?” he demanded.

“I do, but… my love, we kind of… we brought that on ourselves, did we not?”

“I want you to demand someone else,” he ordered. “I don’t want you working with him.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Loki, I’m not going to do that. Bruce is highly respected in my field and if this goes well, he could really get me back in. A foot in the door doesn’t even begin to explain just how much working with him would fatten my resume. I could work for virtually any company.”

“I don’t care. You would be willing to work with the man who nearly killed me? Your career means more than my life?”

A bitch face clouded your expression. “Now, Loki, that isn’t fair. I’m not choosing one or the other. As long as you don’t piss him off, he won’t do it again.”

“Ah, right, don’t raise his blood pressure or we could all die. It’s amazing to me how I’m the one in a cell when he’s the one that can’t be around loud noises or he could kill hundreds of people because he got shocked.”

“He can’t help turning into a monster but--”

Loki stared at you. “But what, darling? Go ahead and finish that sentence. Let me guess: but I can? Is that where you were going with that?”

You stared at him, your face even. “No,” was all you said to him.

“This is amazing. You’re out of this cell for less than twenty-four hours and you’ve already turned on me.”

“Turned on you? I came back to you. I came back to this cell, which I fucking hate by the way, just to be with you, to spend the night with you.”

“Well who asked you to do that?” he asked with a cold smile. “Please, don’t let me burden you,” he coldly replied before walking into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

On that note, you let out a huge sigh. Well, what to do now…

You went into the office and tapped on the tablet, pulling up your only contact and calling it. After three rings she picked up.

“Hey,” you greeted, not hiding your sadness.

“Hey, hun. What’s up?”

“Can I come up?”

“Sure thing… I’ll meet you on my old floor, yeah?”

You nodded and ended the video call. Leaving the cell for the second time today, but no intention of returning in your mind this time.

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anactualcaseofthetruth · 5 years

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Call Me A Safe Bet, I’m Betting I’m Not - Chapter 15

(AO3 Link- Chapter Fifteen)

Even though scientists are still quite baffled after multiple millennia of medical and technological advances of exactly how the soulmarks work, there has been enough research and study that we now know when and how to expect them… There has yet to be one soulmate coupling occur before the female has experienced a menstrual cycle and the male to begin producing sperm. In short, soulmarks have never appeared before entering puberty…

There are many, many more cases in which two people have insisted they are soulmates only to not mark with one another. All in all, only about 3% of couplings are correct in predicting they are soulmates before marks form.”

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Betty Cooper is four years old when she meets Jughead Jones. She knows he is her soulmate, he’s not so sure.

Chapter 15

folie à deux

fo·lies à deux [fo-leez uh doo]

noun, plural

Psychiatry

1.the sharing of delusional ideas by two people who are closely associated.

A folie a deux is a mental disorder that two people share and experience at the same time.

Folie à deux means "shared madness," or "madness for two" in French.

Folie à deux is particularly common among soulmates with combined mental illness, moreso than with those who are not soulmates. It makes some relate it back to the time of Ancient Egyptians who had soulmates that seemingly knew when their mate was in danger or pain. Are these stories simply a product of the first accounts of folie à deux and not a psychological link?

Psychiatrists and the like are torn on the issue..."

From Spotlight: Psychiatry & Soulmarks, 2018

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When Betty wakes it’s not because of her alarm, or even because of a subconscious worry in the back of her head that it’s a school day and Jughead needs to go before her parents find him naked in her bed.

No, Betty wakes up because of the steady thrum deep in her pelvis, an ache deep in her bones, a need for Jughead that she’s decided is simply a part of her now.

It’s been this way since their first time—they can’t, or maybe won’t, go long without at least touching each other. But more often than not they need more, only going completely without being completely part of one another when she’s on her period (and even then, heavy make-out sessions ensue and it’s sometimes hard to stop).

She wants to ask her mom if it’s normal to feel like this, to always be ready and so willing, to yearn for her soulmate this much, but she can’t. If Alice knew what they were doing, it would probably be the straw that broke the camel’s back given the Polly situation. Seeing as she already had one daughter unwed and pregnant, it wouldn’t be a stretch to see Betty the same way, even if Jughead is her soulmate. It’s not like she and her mother are as close as they once were.

Betty feels as if her home life is at a stalemate—she refuses to play the role of the perfect doting daughter as long as they refuse to admit what they did to Polly is wrong and attempt to do something about it.

Betty’s tried to take a page from her soulmate’s book and do research, but it’s just universally common that once teenagers do ‘it’ that it’s all they want to do. There is the historical data from the ancient Egyptians, but that is more of a psychological link, and while that’s something Betty is definitely interested in exploring, she also just wants to know if there is always going to be a wet spot in her underwear from the constant wetness she seems to be dripping.

Without even opening her eyes to look at the time or her phone or listen for the tell-tale signs her parents are awake, footsteps or water running or muffled conversation, Betty simply takes Jughead’s hand from it’s resting place in between her bare breasts and slides it down her stomach until she’s pushing his fingers between her slick folds and gasps as they touch her already sensitive clit.

“Jug—Juggie,” she breathes while nudging up at his chin with her head and tapping down on his fingers to stimulate herself.

He groans, or perhaps moans, and she knows he’s awake when his fingers press down hard on her clit, making her pants quicken. “Betty,” he says, his tone low and full of gravel and his breath hot on her neck.

“Juggie,” she sighs and keeps working his fingers against her.

“Elizabeth Cooper,” Jughead’s suddenly full of life as he rolls them over so she’s belly down on the bed and he’s hovering over her, both of their hands pinned by her head.

“Y—yes?” she gulps against the pillows.

“Were you just fingering yourself with my own fingers?” he asks in her ear, his tongue jutting out to lick at her lobe.

“Yes,” she repeats and arches her back to try and give some relief to her hardened nipples, but the friction only makes it worse. “I—I need…” she stops to wiggle her ass up against his cock. It’s warm and hard and she wants it inside her.

“I know what you need, but it’s only polite to ask for it, don’t you think?” he questions as he mouths at her neck and shoulders—any skin he can get in contact with really.

“Please?” Betty offers weakly, her pussy clenching around nothing and hating every second of it, especially when he’s so close to her.

“Alright, you need to stop that,” Jughead orders, his hands moving to steady her hips, and she only realizes now that she had been bucking up against his dick. “Jesus Christ, Betty, you’re going to kill me, you know that?”

“So you keep saying… Now, could you?” she stops and struggles against his hold on her hips, letting the action do her talking.

“I don’t fucking think so,” Jughead growls and he’s squeezing so hard she’s sure there will be new bruises adorning her skin by the end of the day. “You wanted my fingers so you’re going to get ‘em.”

Before she can even respond his fingers enter her from behind and she buries her moan into her pillow as the two digits pound into her. “Juggie, fuck!”

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you want to cum on my fingers, baby?” he demands to know, his mouth next to her ear.

“N—no,” she manages after a few more pumps.

“No?” Jughead stops immediately and bites her shoulder, hard.

Through the course of their experimentations, they’ve discovered he has a kink for marking her. She’s found that she likes it when things get rough. Like always, they’re very good at giving the other exactly what they want.

Betty bites her lip to stop herself from crying out. “No,” she repeats defiantly.

“I want you to beg for it, Betty,” Jughead says as his wet fingers reach forward to tweak her nipple.

“Ah,” she squeaks and gets up on her elbows to get a better look at him. “I want you inside me.”

“You can do better than that, Betts,” he insists, his other hand moving to grope at her free breast.

“I want your cock inside me,” she says as she grabs onto the hand with fingers slick with her juices and takes them into her mouth.

“More,” Jughead urges, his dick twitching against her ass and his mouth open as he watches her lick him clean.

“I need your cock buried so deep inside my pussy I don’t know where I stop and you start. Juggie, please,” she pleads and slaps his hand onto her breast, and he’s mesmerized by the jiggle and by how she’s fondling herself with his own hand.

“Fuck, yes,” he swears before taking his hands back and gripping onto her hips to pull them off the mattress so he can get a better angle for his dick to slide in.

She squeaks as he gives her what she wants and is driving into her, his thrusts deep and strong. Betty feels the euphoria taking over, the trickle of pleasure seeping down her spine until it’s curling at her toes and has her hands gripping at the sheets. “There, there, there,” she chants against her pillow as she buries her face to keep her voice down.

“Fuck, Betty, your—your,” Jughead stutters and takes a handful of her hair and tugs, hard.

Her head is lifted off the pillows and she thinks she’s crying from pleasure, but it could also be the pain, but either way, it’s glorious. “Juggie, yes!” she yowls. “Almost, almost.”

“Your pussy is so fucking perfect, Betty, it’s—fuck, it’s everything,” he grunts as he pounds into her.

Her alarm startles them both, but with Jughead’s free hand he smacks it so hard it falls off her bedside table.

“So close, just—” they are cut off by a knock on her door.

“Betty! Betty, are you awake?” her mom’s voice comes calling through. Panicking, Betty clenches down even harder on Jughead’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck, Betty, don’t, I’m gonna,” Jughead sputters and pulls out before he empties himself inside her. “Jesus Christ, your alarm just went off,” he groans grumpily while hastily searching for any remnants of his presence around the room.

Betty is off the bed just as quickly but crumbles down to the floor when her legs give out. “One, one second, Mom!” she yells, her voice too-high.

Her mom knocks again. “Betty, are you okay in there? Why is your door locked?” Alice questions as she attempts to turn the knob.

“One second!” she screams more harshly than intended. “Go!” she mouths to Jughead, who is stumbling for the bathroom, one hand around his dick almost protectively, the other fisting his clothes. “Don’t you dare!” she whispers while tugging on her pink bathrobe.

“What?” Jughead asks, almost entirely in the bathroom to get out of sight.

“That is mine, don’t you dare touch it!” she warns with a pointed look towards his boner.

“Handle your mother first, will you?” he insists before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

“Betty!” Alice’s shrill voice cuts through the air.

“Mom, what?” Betty asks as she opens the door, the pink robe tight around her body.

“Why was your door locked? You know I don’t like it.”

Betty sighs. “I’m a teenager, Mom, I need some privacy. Anything else?”

“I heard a noise,” Alice tells her as she looks around the room for evidence of Jughead, no doubt, but they aren’t that dumb.

“My alarm, Mom, then you scared me and I fell out of bed,” Betty says while trying to keep her composure. “I’m not Polly, I never have been, and I don’t need you looking over my shoulder at every turn. Okay?”

Alice seems to bite her tongue. “Your father and I are heading into work early. I didn’t want you to be worried when you came downstairs to neither of us home,” Alice informs her stiffly.

“Okay, noted. I’ll see you after school,” Betty replies before closing her door and re-locking it. She listens for the footsteps of her mother walking away before heading to the bathroom. She finds Jughead sitting on the closed toilet, his clothes in a pile on his lap, and his phone in his hands.

“Coast clear?” he asks while standing, his clothes falling in a heap, and his hard cock once again on display.

“Well if it wasn’t, my mom would definitely know what we were doing,” Betty answers and drops her robe.

Jughead shrugs and grins sheepishly. “I figured I would have heard yelling if she actually expected anything.”

“I think you broke my alarm clock,” Betty informs him as her eyes go from his dick to his eyes and back.

“This is the only alarm clock you need,” he jokes and pulls her closer for a kiss as she rolls her eyes. “I was a good boy and didn’t touch myself once,” he says against her lips.

“Hm, I think that deserves an award, don’t you?” she asks under heavy- lidded eyes before leading him to the shower. “We do have to get ready for school, but we can multi-task.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Jughead says into her neck, and Betty only giggles in return.

“Ow, V!” Betty exclaims hours later during lunch.

“Stop moving!” Veronica responds and adds a tug in for good measure.

“I never would have let you braid my hair if I knew what a perfectionist you were about it,” the blonde grumbles with a frown.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Veronica ignores her as she carefully takes each strand out of the French braid, removing bobby pins as she goes. “Showing up to school with wet hair is not a good look. You’re lucky I had enough time to work my magic before first bell.”

“So lucky,” Betty mumbles with a roll of her eyes but lets her friend continue her painstakingly slow process. It feels like she’s prolonging it on purpose. “And technically my hair was barely damp, you just wouldn’t shut up about how it looked ‘lifeless’ and insisted you had to do something about it.”

“Details. Anyways, isn’t the honeymoon phase supposed to be over by now? It’s been, what, three months?” Veronica asks after a few silent moments. “And you two are still going at it like rabbits.”

“Sorry?” Betty offers but bites her lip to hide the smile threatening to form.

“No, you’re not. But you should start watching yourself. If you guys keep coming to school all ruffled and Jughead keeps smiling so much someone is going to get a clue, and that clue is going to make it back to your mother,” Veronica insists.

“I know, we just can’t help ourselves,” Betty admits.

“Okay, turn,” her best friend orders and she does as she’s told. One always does when told so by Veronica Lodge. “Hold still, I gotta dig for my hairspray.”

“Hairspray? You carry hairspray with you?” Betty asks in a laugh.

“Yes, it’s a must. You think my hair looks like this naturally? No, the frizz is real, B,” Veronica tells her almost solemnly. “Cover your eyes.”

Betty does one better and uses both hands over her whole face and lets Veronica work her magic, and it feels like the brunette is doing each strand individually.

“Any time now, V,” Betty sighs a minute later.

“Ta-da!” Veronica finishes with a big smile. “Beautiful! Here, look.”

Betty takes the compact handed to her and can’t help but smile at her reflection. Her hair is now curly, and looks effortlessly so, giving her fullness and honestly, makes her look like her mother during her younger days. Of course, her outfit adds to that as well. A black sheer top with roses decorating it, and because she’s at school, a black tank-top and bra underneath. Her jeans are high waisted and holey, definitely not Alice Cooper approved. Her make-up is darker than usual and she’s wearing a pair of black boots she found in the attic.

The curls just add to it. A whole new Betty Cooper. Or maybe, just a different version?

“It looks amazing, V, thanks!”

“Never get a perm though, it would ruin you,” Veronica advises with a wink. “But in return for my services, I request that you dish. How is it going? I know it’s good and blah blah, but you really never get tired of it or just say you have a headache?”

Betty pinkens and looks down. “No, I don’t. I actually think I’m worse than Jug,” she admits.

“Wow, really?” Veronica asks while leaning in.

“Yeah, I just—it can’t be like this for everyone, can it? You didn’t always want to do it, did you?”

“I mean, no,” Veronica answers honestly and laughs a little. “It wasn’t until later I wanted to do it more - after I’d gotten good at it, you know? The first couple times were mediocre at best, I don’t think I was ready down there. The guy was too eager. It felt good but I didn’t come. Eventually, I learned what I wanted and once it started to feel better for me, I wanted it more. But even then, I could have gone without. I’m not an addict like you two.”

“I know I’m lucky to have Jug and that a lot of girls’ first times weren’t like mine. He made sure I was ready down there, you know? I wanted to get right to it, he’s the one that slowed it down and gave me an orgasm before and—”

“I know, I know, you two make me nauseous,” Veronica cuts her off with a hand wave. “I already know about all that. Is it the same now? Or did does it feel like the first time every time?”

“No, it’s definitely not the first time. It’s different, very different, it’s like…” Betty stops to gather her thoughts. “It’s like you said, we’ve gotten better at it, figured out what we like or what doesn’t work. I’ve gotten a lot more confident and so has Jug, and that helps a lot.”

“I can’t picture Jughead sexually at all,” Veronica says aloud with a wayward look on her face. “I just feel like he’d wax on about Capote or Edgar Allen Poe or something.”

“No, but he did bring up Kerouac once,” Betty tells her and the two laugh. “But, really, he’s so giving. One time we were, you know, and he like threw me on the bed and held me down, and—you don’t need details, but—”

“No, I’d like details. I’m going through a dry spell over here, literally,” Veronica cuts her off and they both giggle.

“You’re lucky I love you and you’re my best friend,” Betty says, already turning pink just at figuring out how to put it into words. “You know how my life is. Living with my parents and dealing with all the Polly stuff. My parents have always tried to control everything in my life, school, extra-curriculars, hobbies, my future. It’s why they practically pushed Polly out of the house, they couldn’t control her anymore. When Jug and I are together that way... I’ve learned that I can give up all control. I trust that he’s going to take care of me and give me what I need. Like this morning, I started it, but he finished it. I was a brat on purpose, and he took control - on the rougher side. He rolled me over and held me down and—” she stops to clear her throat though her heart is racing happily as she describes this. “I like disobeying him when he tells me to do something. I’ve never been a rule breaker, so it’s exciting. I like when he punishes me for being naughty.”

“You dirty girl!” Veronica teases.

Betty’s so pink she feels like she’s on fire but continues. “And Jug, he likes being in control. I think maybe it’s psychological for him. He’s never felt like he had control over his life because of his childhood and our marks. When we’re having sex, making love—whatever you want to call it—I can let it all go and give it to Jughead. He’s there and will take care of me. He’ll never hurt me unless it’s in a way I want him to. In a way I let him. I get what I need and he gets what he needs and thankfully, it gets both of us off.”

“Only you would look for meaning behind your kinks. I like it,” Veronica comments, with an endearing eyeroll.

“Jughead also likes marking me,” Betty adds on, proudly grinning as she looks around before she pulls on her top to show the angry red bite. “Probably because he loves our soulmark so much.”

“Wow! You and Mr. Beanie certainly know how to get freaky, I like it,” Veronica says with wagging eyebrows and Betty uses her always-cold hands to pat down her warm face. “Now, motherly moment coming—you two are using protection, right?”

“Yes, Mom,” she answers. “I’m on the pill, and we have condoms. Although, it is a good thing my mom interrupted us this morning because we were both so close and hadn’t put one on yet.”

“Wait, your mom interrupted you? And you didn’t tell me this first? What happened?” Veronica demands.

“Well, we were going at it, and she knocked on the door and made us both very grumpy,” she begins. “Once she was gone, we showered together, but again, no condoms, so he ate me out until I literally cried. It’s why the shower was so long and my hair was still wet. Then, we did it on my desk. With a condom.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look at Jughead the same way again,” Veronica admits. “But, I’m happy he makes you happy and is skilled, I guess,” she adds on with a laugh.

“He is, very much so,” Betty confirms, a smile spreading across her face. “What about you?”

“What about me? I just told you about my dry spell.”

“I meant you and Archie,” Betty explains. “Nothing there?”

Veronica stiffens. “No, I—it’s just…complicated.”

“I’ve left you alone about it, but you’ve known each other for a while now. Do you think you like him like that?”

“I don’t know, he’s cute, he’s sweet, but I don’t know,” Veronica sighs and picks at nothing on her dress. “I’m happy he broke up with Grundy, but I kind of wish it was because it was something he realized was wrong and not because of me, which I don’t think is how that happened.”

“Yeah, I’m happy she’s gone too, but he made me promise not to blow that whistle, unfortunately. It’s wrong, what she did, and she deserves punishment,” Betty states and both girls look down at their food—Veronica’s almost gone, and Betty’s barely touched.

“Then there is Daddy’s case, which isn’t going well. They want to go to trial, but they’ll crucify him on the stand, and—I know what he did was wrong, I know he can be a bad guy, but he’s my dad, you know?” her friend goes on.

“They still aren’t offering any deals?” Betty asks quietly.

“None Daddy thinks are ‘fair’ to him,” Veronica says with air quotes and all. “My mom is my main concern right now. Her weight is up and down, her drinking has increased to ‘disgraced celebrity’ status. They are rebranding Lodge Industries, but it’s a slow process and cousin Andre is Daddy’s puppy, which isn’t helping since my mom’s ideas are going completely out the window.”

“You know I’m here for you, right, V? Always,” Betty assures her.

“I know, thank you,” Veronica murmurs. “Archie just isn’t my main concern, you know? I appreciate that he’s keeping it quiet, but I just can’t with him right now.”

“You don’t have to be with him to talk to him, you know,” Betty reminds her. “He can be just your friend. He’s a good guy and he worries about you.”

“I know, I worry about him too. Stuff with his parents are hard right now too, it’s why I think it’s best if we keep our distance,” Veronica says solemnly.

“That’s up to you, but you can rely on each other. The mark doesn’t have to mean love or a relationship, it can just be a really good friendship,” Betty adds on.

“I hear you, B, okay?” Veronica insists.

“Good, because I think he could use you. Both of your parents are separated right now, it could do some good to have someone to relate to. He doesn’t like talking about it with me and Jug because of my stuff with my parents and how messed up Jug’s are,” she continues. “Maybe if he talks to someone going through something similar, he’ll actually open up.”

“Know when to drop it, B,” Veronica advises with a thin line of a smile.

“Got it,” she nods.

The blonde picks at her salad, but doesn’t take a bite, and lets Veronica get her thoughts together without pushing.

She thinks about Grundy, how it makes her stomach churn that she got away scot-free when she really should be rotting in a jail cell, but—she understands Archie’s side. If it were to come out, there would be a trial, he would be at the center, his parents would be devastated, it would be impossible for him at school. She also thinks about what Grundy could be doing now, if she has her sights set on another young boy, or if Archie was a one-time fluke.

A Serpent good with computers—Joaquin, Betty thinks his name is—looked into her past for them. What Archie told them is true about her abusive ex-husband she left and after seeing the police reports Betty understands why she changed her name and ran, but to do what she did to Archie is unforgivable.

Her and Jughead have discussed continuing to look into it, to make sure it isn’t a pattern. Apparently, Joaquin has some kind of alarm set up for any suspicious activity, but it’s on the backburner with everything going on in the South Side.

Jingle Jangle is everywhere, even trickling in on the Northside, but the Serpents are outnumbered by the Ghoulies and have no idea who the supplier is, just that the Ghoulies are dealers.

Betty winces and shuffles in her seat.

“You okay B?” Veronica speaks up, looking up from her now empty place. “You barely ate.”

Betty automatically smiles. “I’m fine, just getting my period and you know what that means for me—”

“Cramps,” Veronica finishes her sentence. “I feel so bad when you get your period, your cramps suck.”

“You’re telling me,” she mumbles just as Kevin comes up. “Hey, where have you been?”

“Getting the scoop,” he answers like she should have known all along.

“Of course,” Veronica says and they share a smile.

“But is this like the scoop about what’s actually in the mystery meat, ‘cause sorry Kev, but that just isn’t going to make it into the paper,” Betty reminds him.

“No, although I stand by that disgusting tell-all,” he insists. “I just talked to my dad, there was a raid at Southside High, they are shutting it down, a bunch of people are going to jail, and the schools are merging.”

“What?” both girls echo one another.

“Yeah, it’s related to Jingle Jangle, apparently,” he goes on. “They got a tip that one of the teachers was a big player, if you know what I mean, and was using some Ghoulies to get the supply out during school hours. It turns out it was quite a few teachers, and many, many Ghoulies. With the place so understaffed to begin with and the numbers dwindling, they went to Mayor McCoy who made the call.”

“Is that it? For Jingle Jangle, is the whole operation shut down?” Betty demands.

“No, my dad said the guy isn’t naming names and was just a dealer with a big circle. They are still trying to figure out who the real supplier is. They called him the Sugar Man, and I wanna know how exactly that name came to be, personally,” Kevin tells her with a grimace.

“I gotta find Jug,” Betty states and grabs her backpack before taking off.

“Bye?” Veronica calls after her, but she’s already gone.

Betty finds him with Archie in the student lounge, where the two were supposed to be talking about their feelings and such since the red-head hasn’t been opening up since his parents announced their separation. Divorce hasn’t been brought up yet, but he’s worried, rightfully so, and struggling. He broke up with Grundy less than a week after he marked with Veronica, and then she quickly resigned without a further word to administration or him, then disappeared.

She figures they are done because Jughead’s eating, of course, and Archie has his guitar out, probably to show Jug some new melody.

“Hi, I need you, now,” Betty interrupts while grabbing Jughead’s arm.

“Wow, Betty, too much information,” Archie jokes and Jughead laughs a little too.

“Not like that, shut up,” she orders while tugging her boyfriend until he’s standing.

“Ow, Betts, what’s up?” he asks. “Uh, see you later, dude,” he calls to Archie as his soulmate pulls him towards the Blue and Gold office.

“Sorry!” she calls over her shoulder but doesn’t answer Jughead’s question until they are behind closed doors. “You need to call your dad. Kevin just talked to his dad and—basically, there was a big Jingle Jangle bust, a bunch of arrests, and they are shutting the school down.”

“What? What about the kids there?” her soulmate asks, his phone already out.

“They are going to be bussed here, I guess. Kevin said they are merging the schools,” Betty tells him. “They arrested someone called the Sugar Man? And a ton of Ghoulies. But he’s just a dealer, they still have no idea about a supplier.”

His phone is at his ear now. “It’s Riverdale PD, Betts, they aren’t exactly the best and brightest,” he mumbles.

“I wonder who the tip was,” she sighs while sitting on one of the desks. “We thought a dealer could be someone with power at Southside High, a teacher makes sense, and Ghoulies as his gophers, that’s just smart. Kids would be more willing to buy from another kid than a teacher.”

“It was probably a Serpent,” Jughead answers before cursing. “Voicemail. My dad’s at work. Damnit.”

“Hey, we have time, Jug,” Betty reminds him while pulling on his hand. “School’s more than half over, we’ll go by your trailer right after and talk to him. What makes you think it’s a Serpent?”

“They’ve been trying to figure out a short-term solution. Pea says it’s been running rampant there, that kids are snorting it in the halls and passing it around like candy. They’ve been trying to cut it back, figure out who is giving the Ghoulies their stash to stop it,” he answers. “I didn’t know they decided anything though.”

“Hey, this is a good thing,” she tells him softly with a hand on his cheek. “We may not have busted it wide open, so to speak, but it’s a step in the right direction.”

“I know,” he murmurs and kisses her gently. “I think I should spend the weekend on the Southside, try to blend in, get some leads, you know?”

“Blend in? Jug, you’re the Serpent Prince, you’re not going to be able to blend in,” she insists with a ‘duh’ look. “And if you’re going, so am I,” she states and hops off the desk to stand before him defiantly. Jughead opens his mouth to argue with her, but she shakes her head. “No, you’re not going alone or leaving me out of it. We’re a team, remember?”

“It could be dangerous, Betts. I’ve been jumped twice there now, I don’t want you mixed up in it,” he maintains.

“Exactly. We’ll lose the beanie and your jacket and add some flash and spikes. You’ll blend in a lot better with us posing as a couple looking for Jingle Jangle and a good time,” she goes on. “And that’s the end of it. No keeping me safe or whatever.”

“Are you done telling me what to do? Because I thought that was my job,” Jughead whispers with a hand along her neck.

Betty smiles and leans up, but the bell rings before their lips can touch. “It’s probably better this way, don’t need another replay of this morning.”

“I don’t know, I think I’d like one,” he sighs.

“I’ll do my best,” Betty says with a wink while dragging him out of the office before he convinces her otherwise.

“I know you’re not into labels, and being called a hipster would definitely offend you—”

“No,” Jughead cuts her off easily.

“Come on, you don’t even know what I’m gonna say!” Betty insists, her pout in full force.

“I do, and the answer is no,” Jughead replies, keeping her close as he eyes everyone they pass warily.

“But you look so good in glasses, who knew?” she asks and beams up at him.

“Kevin, apparently,” he mumbles, already filled with regret. When they decided to go incognito on the Southside to get some intel Betty insisted he needed more of a disguise than just no beanie. So Kevin grabbed a pair of glasses from the theater department, meaning the frames don’t have prescription lenses. They are round and a bit old-timey, but Betty likes them. Probably too much. His hood is up, so his head is still covered, but so far the disguise seems to be working.

“What if we did a professor-student type roleplay? Oh! Or like a sexy librarian and I haven’t returned a book in a year,” Betty suggests, letting Jughead lead the way since she doesn’t frequent the Southside, at least this part of it.

Jughead stumbles a little. “Shouldn’t you be the sexy librarian in that scenario?”

“We can be progressive about it, boys can be sexy librarians too,” she insists.

Her soulmate’s head swivels, keeping vigilant, before boxing her in against an old brick building covered in graffiti. “Betty, listen,” he begins and looks over his shoulder once more. “We have to remember where we are. If one person spots me—”

“I know, Jug,” Bettys cuts him off, her voice low.

“My dad doesn’t know we’re doing this,” he reminds her.

“I know because we both know he wouldn’t have let us do it,” she continues.

“I only told Pea, Fogarty, and Toni, and they all told me I was crazy, then yelled at me when I said you were coming with me,” he goes on.

“I’m glad they care about my well-being,” Betty comments.

“Betty—”

“Jug, stop. I get it. We’re deep in enemy territory. We have to be smart and anonymous,” Betty says, her face serious. “But shaking in our boots doesn’t make the matter any easier, and a panic attack will just cause a scene. So why don’t you just let me keep things light and seduce you, hm?”

“Seduce me? Is that what you were doing?” Jughead asks, a wolfish grin overtaking his lips.

“Starting to, at least. I was being very serious about that sexy librarian thing,” she insists.

“Noted, but this is weird,” he responds, checking over his shoulder once more.

“We can do a role reversal at a later date—”

“No, not that,” Jughead stops her and tries not to smile, but fails. “Usually this area is crawling with Ghoulies, and I’ve only seen a few, and none of them dealers,” he explains.

“Well, Kevin said a ton were arrested, and a bunch of Jingle Jangle was seized, so maybe they are just low on supply and dealers,” Betty suggests, her eyes scanning the street too. “Or they could be worried about getting picked up, I have seen more squad cars than usual.”

“Yeah,” Jughead mumbles and pushes the glasses up his nose, making Betty bite her lip. “Stop, we need to be serious.”

“I am being serious,” Betty murmurs and gets up on her tiptoes to brush their noses together. “Jingle Jangle causes euphoria and lowered inhibitions, right?” she asks, pulling on his neck to bring him closer.

“Yeah, it’s like a new version of ecstasy. Riverdale’s very own love drug,” Jughead tells her.

“So, being close like this just makes it seems like we’re looking for a good time,” she counters. “But enough Southside kids are addicted, there should be some kind of way to get it around here.”

“Yeah, and if you��re a Ghoulie you probably know, but I’m not, I’m a Serpent, Betts,” Jughead says, his tone edgy and irritated.

“Not everyone is a Ghoulie, Jug, some kids are just trying to get through. Think, how would they get it?” she asks.

“Uh, somewhere kids hang out where you wouldn’t automatically look like you’re doing a deal. Somewhere crowded, somewhere it’s not suspicious for Ghoulies to be,” he answers and pauses before his face lights up. “The Dead.”

“The what now?” Betty questions.

“The House of the Dead, their Whyte Wyrm,” he explains excitedly and pulls on her hand to get moving, but Betty stands still. “C’mon.”

“Uh, Jug, that’s… I get why that’s a good idea, but trying to get a deal on a street corner is a little different than walking into their headquarters,” she points out. “I know you’d do anything to keep me safe, but—”

“No buts, I’ll keep you safe, end of story,” Jughead assures her. “We won’t go in, I promise, we’ll just see if we can find a dealer. If we can’t, we’ll just call it quits and check out the bonfire at the Pit before heading home.”

“Fine, but I still am hesitant to go anywhere called ‘the Snake Pit’ just FYI,” Betty says as Jughead pulls her away.

“Yes, as you’ve said, but it remains just a nickname for an old abandoned warehouse we have bonfires in,” Jughead tells her as he throws an arm around her shoulders to guide her toward The Dead, something she hopes they don’t end up by the end of the night.

It takes less than ten minutes to get there, but with how nervous Betty is getting, it feels like ten seconds, and fear trickles down her spine.

These are Ghoulies. Gang members who use any blunt object as a weapon, steal cars for fun, race them for sport, often crash them ‘cause they are so high and run hard drugs as their main income. These aren’t Serpents who try to run legit businesses, who basically outlawed drugs besides weed on their South Side turf, protect the streets, and try to stop kids from turning to a life of crime.

“Betty,” Jughead turns on her, clutching at both her hands. “You’re clenching, babe,” he points out, and it’s only then that she notices the stiffness of her fingers. “We’re leaving.”

“What? Why?” she asks.

“Your hand just squeezed mine so hard it almost cut off circulation,” he tells her. “You’re not comfortable, and I’m not making you do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“No, I’m nervous, but I’m fine. I’m allowed to be nervous,” she insists.

“I don’t know…” he trails off and looks back at the macabre decorated building. There are graffiti skulls and grim reapers all over it, smoke leaking out of every crack, and people so skinny they could pass as skeletons loitering out front.

“Juggie, I promise you, I’m alright,” Betty states while biting her lip and looking up at him. “Well, besides the pain emanating from my lower half,” she grumbles off-handedly.

Jughead immediately moves closer and sets hands on her hips as he looks from her abdomen to her eyes. “Betty—”

“Cramps, Jug,” she answers before he can ask and winces as his hand covers her stomach. “Ah, I wouldn’t… it’s sensitive,” she explains.

Jughead retracts his hand. “Maybe we should just go home. You don’t feel good and—”

“No,” Betty cuts him off. “We got this far, we’re going through with it. Plus, we told everyone we’d meet them at the Pit to tell them what we found.”

“Which is nothing,” Jughead points out.

“Yet,” she corrects.

“Promise you’re up for this?” he asks with a pinky out.

“Really? Jug, we haven’t pinky promised since we hit double digits,” she reminds him, but he just raises his hand, and an eyebrow, higher. “Fine, fine, pinky promise,” she says with a roll of her eyes as she loops their fingers together.

“How about we make the Pit a quick stop, then we head to your place, take a bath, and watch Netflix? One of those cheesy movies I never say yes to, and cuddling, of course,” he suggests as he presses her against the wall with hands low on her hips.

“Practically naked cuddling?” Betty asks before reaching up to nibble at his bottom lip. “It’s not sex, but I still crave your skin against mine.”

“Anything you want, baby,” he murmurs before capturing his lips with hers and, despite the pain, Betty smiles into it.

They are so lost in each other they don’t notice the shadow-like figure approaching them wearing a hoodie with skeleton bones on it, and a face full of piercings. “You two lost or lookin’ for somethin’?” he asks, interrupting them.

Jughead instinctively pushes Betty behind him, and she manages to hide the wince. Her cramps, once dull, are now becoming more sharp, persistent and centered on one side of her stomach, but her cramps have been horrible since her first period, just as her mom warned her during that first one.

“Little bit of both, depending on what you’re offering,” Jughead answers, and Betty plays the part of horny girlfriend, not that it’s hard, by wrapping her arms around him from behind and even slipping her hands under his shirt to play with his happy trail.

The Ghoulie nods at her knowingly and gives Jughead a deliberate grin. “I might have what you need, but uh,” the guy says while rubbing his patchy chin, “supply is low, demand is high—”

“How much?” Jughead cuts to the chase and the Ghoulie looks satisfied with himself, like he’s going to take Jug for all he’s worth, but he doesn’t respond. “Look, man, we’ve been out here all fuckin’ night looking for a fix and if you’re just playing with us, you’re not gonna like how—”

“Baby,” Betty stops them and looks up at Jughead with big, needy eyes. “Don’t mess this up. He’s the only one we’ve found with a hookup tonight. You promised. You said we’d find some and—” now she’s cut off by Jughead’s lips. “I need it, baby,” she practically moans.

“Lemme guess,” the Ghoulie speaks up with that same grin on his face. “You two have fucked on JJ?”

“How does that—”

“And now you’re hooked,” he continues, ignoring Jughead. “First mistake, man, it changes everything. You think you’re the only one to fuck and feel the high? It gets ‘em every time, it’s how I stay in business. You need some? Like I said, I’m low on supply and high on demand. The deal is a c-note for two sticks, fifty for one, but from the looks of you two, you’ll both need the dust. That’s the best I can do for now.”

“When will that change?” Jughead asks as Betty digs through her purse. She definitely doesn’t have a hundred bucks, but she did come prepared. “We heard about the bust, but one will only last…” he trails off to look at Betty and take the bills from her hands. “Fuck, it will barely last.”

“We’re working on it, this shit comes from high up, but it’s not something that can be rushed. As they say, all good things take time,” the Ghoulie tells him, passing the pixie looking stick to Jug and winking at her.

“When?” Jughead presses, holding the green tighter between two fingers as the gang member tries to take it.

“You need more, you know where to find me, and you know how much it will cost you,” he answers as he takes the money. “Until then, the big man upstairs thanks you,” he says and scurries off like the rat he is.

“Ugh, finally, that whiney girlfriend thing is only something I can do for so long,” Betty sighs.

Jughead pockets the Jingle Jangle and wraps an arm around her shoulders as he leads her away. “So about that roleplaying thing, can we add like, you’re a sex addict and I’m your fix?”

“That’s not roleplay, that’s getting to be real life, Jug,” Betty reminds him.

“Mm, maybe, but I’ve been studying knots and tying you up and making you beg for my dick—whoa, you alright?” he asks when she trips at his words.

“Yes, but that was a lot to unload in one sentence, Jug,” Betty breathes honestly as her breathing picks up. “You’ve been studying knots? Really?”

“It’s fascinating, and I’m kind of into it,” he admits. “Maybe I shoulda been an Adventure Scout, huh?”

“I don’t know about that, but the knot thing has me interested too,” she tells him. “Can we hurry up? I’m fucking freezing here, like getting chills.”

“On it,” Jughead says and picks up their pace.

It takes almost half an hour to get to The Pit, even with their fast pace, and the mid-January weather isn’t being kind. When they do arrive Jughead practically pushes his way through the leather masses to get Betty front and center of one of the bonfires.

She’s instantly grateful and kisses Jughead on the cheek as she is enveloped by the orange glow.

“I need to find Pea,” he says as he rubs her up and down to get her warm, all while looking over her head for his inner-Serpent-circle. “Tell him we didn’t find much, but the Ghoulies are still holding and dealing.”

“And that there are plans for more to be coming in. Clearly the raid didn’t set them back too far,” Betty adds on with her hands out closer to the fire.

“I’m trying to remember the shit he said, like ‘the man upstairs’ and that it comes from ‘high up’ whatever that means,” Jughead mumbles, probably more to himself than her.

“Any ideas?” she asks and actively stops her teeth from chattering. She still feels frigid.

“Nothing worth sharing. Where the fuck are they? Fangs and Pea are always together, and Pea is so fucking tall—”

“Go,” Betty urges and bumps his hip with hers. He looks down at her worriedly. “Jug, go, I’m going to ignore you for the heat anyways,” she assures him. “Go get them.”

“Alright, be right back,” he mumbles against her forehead before kissing it and disappearing into the crowd.

Betty slumps as soon as he’s gone and puts a hand to her forehead—it feels considerably warm, but her hands are also freezing, so. As she’s breathing in and out evenly to calm her stomach, someone comes up behind her.

“Rum punch?” a girl asks, making Betty jump. She looks familiar, but Betty doesn’t recall her name.

“What?” Betty counters, having trouble focusing between the pain, the chill in the air, and her churning stomach. She hates the periods that do this—make her sick. The girl holds up her cup, reminding her what she asked. “Oh, um, no thanks,” she answers with a shake of the head.

“You sure? It’s Topaz’s grandmother’s recipe. You can barely taste the rum, but after two cups you end up on your ass,” she tells her like that’s supposed to make her want some.

“No, thanks though,” Betty insists. She’s never been a big drinker.

“You’re Jug’s girl, right?” the girl asks, as everyone often does. “His soulmate?”

“Yeah, Betty,” she answers. It was a bit of a surprise to the South Side, Jughead having a soulmate. After all, more than half the area is made up of ‘unnatural’ children.

“Peaches,” the girl introduces herself and Betty must make a face, because she follows it up with, “nickname, of course.”

“Not surprising since I know Fangs and Sweet Pea,” Betty insists and the two nod, but before they can go on everything suddenly gets louder and when Betty looks towards the doors all she sees is a sea of blue. Bulldog blue, as in Riverdale High kids. “Shit,” she mumbles and starts making her way through the crowd.

She thinks she can hear her heartbeat in her ears, a loud ‘whomp, whomp’ but it could also be the beat from the metal music filling the warehouse.

They’d been so preoccupied with finding out what’s going on with Jingle Jangle they forgot about the schools merging and what that could cause. Northsiders look down on the South Side, especially the Serpents. The Ghoulies used to be even further down the totem pole but with them now having Jingle Jangle they’ve moved up.

This is not going to end well. Jughead has steered clear of the Bulldogs, having Archie on the team has helped keep the peace, but with more Serpents coming to school who knows what will happen.

By the time Betty gets to Jughead Reggie is spewing his regular crap, and Jughead is already getting irritated. “…the fuck outta here, Reggie,” he’s saying when Betty loops her arm through his to be his anchor.

“We’re just being friendly Jones,” Reggie responds and looks her up and down. “Mm-mm-mm, Mini Coop, looking fucking good as always,” he goes on.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut, Mantle,” Jughead warns, his tone low and menacing. “You might have the numbers at school, but I’d take a good look around right now to remind yourself where you are and who has more people behind him.”

Betty notices Fangs and Sweet Pea getting closer to Jug, their fists wrapped around something, but her concentration is broken by Reggie.

“Calm down there, Serpent Prince, we’re just being the Welcome Wagon, that’s all,” the football player insists.

“You don’t get to call him that,” Toni speaks up, coming forward, and Betty notices something in her hand too. But this one she can make out. “You don’t know what it means, what being a Serpent means, so keep that shit out of your mouth.”

It’s a switchblade. She looks to see that was what was in Sweet Pea and Fangs’ hands too.

Betty tugs on Jughead arm, but he doesn’t falter in his staredown with Reggie.

The warehouse starts to swim around her, the orange of the fire too bright, the floor moving underneath her, and her stomach feels like it’s being ripped open.

“Jug,” Betty breathes before crumbling to the ground.

“Betty!” she hears Jughead practically scream, but her eyes are closed and she can’t find the strength to open them.

Notes: Don't be mad, all will be explained ;) Hey, it only took me a month to update this time!!! And I've made an 'endgame' timeline - named after Avengers not Riverdale (which can they please stop saying?) and this story is going to 18. I think I might cry when it's over. No worries, there could be codas, or epilogues, or other literary devices. I have a hard time letting go, after all. As always, a massive thanks to @jandjsalmon <3

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Unforseen Chasm (part 37)

Part 37 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2041 Warnings: Language, fighting,sad moment, ANGST!!!!!! the angst gets me sad so you know its good lol song for this part: Better- Betty Who Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.