#i’m lying tate is always first but still !

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he won the award for most boyfriend character evan ever played ୨୧

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"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Well, hello, hello, hello! This is so exciting! The very first fic of Multi-May! I chose to kick it off by doing a re-do of Lessons In Faking It. This was supposed to be a collab with an old friend, I was to do the set up and they were supposed to do part two but I wrote this back in August of 2021 so I doubt they are gonna get to it, so expect ME doing part two later this month! So let’s get into it.

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Part Two, "A Lack Of Climax In Act Three" is here!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.8K. Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Faking. Dating. Angst. Hurt. Toxic Shit. Angst. Talk Of Murder Plots. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Meanness. So Much Meanness. So Much Shit Talking. Threesomes. Face Sitting. Strap-On Sex. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Reclaiming. Sidney And Tatum Being Bitchy As Fuck. Apologies To Billy And Stu. I Love Them And Don’t Mean The Nasty Shit I Said.  

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You couldn’t have asked for a nicer day really. 

Currently you were walking in between them, Stu had an arm around your shoulders and your hand at your side as is Billy’s, fingers tangled together, you were all coming back from a little study date. The three of you had taken over a table outside the ice cream parlour next to the video store you all frequented, books sprawled out as you worked on your respective assignments. Easy conversation was shared as was laughter between melting bites of refreshingly cool and fruity sorbet. 

It was a nice way to spend a warm afternoon, right now Stu was talking to Billy about something in a shared class they both had that you didn’t, and you just listened.

“I’m not saying there isn’t any merit in analysis but I don’t care about what the flower choices in this stupid book means, ya know?” 

You rolled your eyes fondly, an action Stu definitely noticed but kept talking regardless, leaning down as he did so, “Why couldn’t the author be more forthright with that knowledge? If it was really fuckin’ important than the old prick would make it clear, not leave it up to high schoolers to parse in third period.” 

Stu complained further as he held up the book he and Billy were both being forced to read in English and Billy agreed, simply with a nod, “I hear you man, but do you think you might be a bit too worked up over this one?”

Stu gasped, smacking his own chest with the book, "Billy, baby, are you defending this piece of shit, sorry excuse for a storyteller? Over me?"

"I'm just saying you're talking like the guy was writing it to piss you off specifically, it isn’t personal." Billy said with a casual shrug. Stu asks you, "Are you hearing this?"

"Oh I'm hearing it, alright." The tone makes Billy snicker and Stu scoff, "Unbelievable. Both my boyfriend AND girlfriend are against me."

You squeeze Billy’s hand and that had him glance down to you, a soft smile on his face, he gave a squeeze back in acknowledgement and you leaned closer into Stu as well who pulled his arm tighter around you.

Hmm. Cute.

Soon you were where you needed to be and in the process of saying good-bye to them, telling them it was a good time and you’d see them soon. They lingered as they always did, drawing out hugs and both taking the time to be all sweet, pressing farewell kisses to your mouth that were still a bit sticky from your afternoon snack and then they were off.

Both gave a wave as they called out, “Say hi to Sid and Tate, yeah?”

You smiled and called back, an enthusiastic wave of your own, “Yeah of course. Bye boys!” 

Watching until they turned the corner and were out of sight, a sigh left you, shoulders dropping and your smile falling. You wiped over your mouth with the back of your hand, a slight sound of disgust leaving you as you tried to scrub off the feeling of their lips on yours.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you headed up Sidney’s driveway, one word muttered under your breath, “Idiots.”  If only they knew your true nature and what was in store for them.

They were just so unaware, if you had any semblance of a moral compass or a conscience you just might feel bad about it, or about what was to come. Good thing that petty things like that didn’t weigh you down. The door was unlocked with the key Sidney gave you months ago and you came in, shoes were taken off and you took a quick look around, they must be upstairs. In a minute’s time you were waltzing into Sidney’s bedroom.

You find Sidney on her bed, laying on her stomach, magazine open in front of her and Tatum sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder. As soon as you enter, both are looking up to you, Tatum nudged Sidney as she said,  “See, there she is.”

Tatum greeted you first with a smile, a warm and flirty call of, “Hey gorgeous.” 

Sidney followed up, significantly less pleased, “Hi.” She flipped the magazine closed then asked, “Took you long enough, what happened?” 

You dropped your bag and came over, hands already outstretched and an apologetic look thrown their way. “Hey. So sorry but you know how those two can be, they just don’t shut up, it took me a while to squirm away.”

A knee on the mattress you leaned down, you can recognize the look in the blonde’s eyes and you moved down to give her what she is silently asking for, just as she always did when you had been apart for an extended period of time. You pressed a kiss to Tatum’s lips, hands cradling her face, satisfying her adorable need for a kiss hello before releasing her, leaning down further still and brushing some hair aside before placing one on Sidney’s forehead. “Forgive me?”

“You’re lucky that you are so cute.” Sidney said with a shake of her head and a fond smile on her face, she sat up and you asked hopefully, “So all is forgiven?”

She slung an arm around your shoulders, not unlike Stu did earlier, as she said, “Yeah, yeah all’s forgiven.”

You moved closer into her, a kiss placed on her jaw as you said, “Thank you.” A hum of acknowledgement from her, obviously enjoying how close you were, clearly she had missed you too.

“Besides, how could we ever stay mad at you when you work so hard for us?” Tatum reached out, hand meeting your cheek and yeah she was right.

The reality is that your relationship with Billy and Stu was all a ruse, totally false on your end, you were actually with Sidney and Tatum, and your two girlfriends have a very particular ‘hobby’ that you helped facilitate. They had this grand plan and you were such an important and integral part to make sure it went off without a hitch. Sidney had beef with Billy and his family, with what happened with her mother, she wanted to ruin his fucking life, tear it all apart and with a twist of her ankle; crush the pieces under the heel of her boot until there was nothing but minor traces of blood and viscera smashed into concrete.

Tatum had always been there for Sidney, they had been friends forever and she had been in love with her for years, she was there for Sidney through it all. When Sidney spilled her metaphorical guts and told Tatum everything she was feeling and thinking, all the horribleness she wanted to engage in, the hurt and pain she wanted to inflict on Billy’s family at the end of a knife for breaking up her own family and destroying her life, Tatum simply asked her, “Well when do we start?”

Everyone needs a best friend like Tatum really. Was there anyone more ride or die than Tatum Riley? You weren’t sure, she was just so damn supportive of you and Sid, totally in your corner, would do anything for you both and you felt the same way, would do anything for them.

Maureen Prescott has a bad reputation, and not without good reason, not like you’d ever say that to Sidney, but she did fuck Billy’s dad while both of them were married to other people. Sidney’s dad found out and their marriage crumbled, Sid’s mom split, leaving her totally fucking heartbroken, she felt so abandoned and so angry. She placed that blame on Mrs.Loomis, was it fair?

Not necessarily but hey she was hurting and what kind of average person jumps right to murder anyway, the logic of, “If she kept him satisfied he never would have cheated and broken up MY fucking family” made sense to her. 

Since she lost her mom she felt it only appropriate that Billy lose his. They told you all the grisly details of it, the sounds she made, the small amount of fight she put up, Sidney gleefully telling you how she not only bled like a stuck pig but “-she looked and squealed like one too.” 

Tatum joined in to tell you that, “It was a great date night, we felt a lot closer after that.”

The plan went off perfectly, no suspicion on them and now that it was almost a full year later, nearly the anniversary of Mrs.Loomis’ death it was onto the next phase of the plan. 

Kill, cut, rip, tear and maim, a violent bloodbath and make it look like it, all of it, was the fault of one Mr.Loomis. You were brought into the plan to pile it on, really make it hurt, there to be with Billy and help make the betrayal of it hurt all the more before they killed him too. Getting to that point of your involvement and trust wasn’t easy but you more than proved yourself and earned it.

Sidney and Billy dated for a while but when shit hit the fan their relationship ended in short order, her mom bailed and Sid just couldn’t stand it, couldn’t tolerate being with him like that. She wanted to really make this whole thing as painful as possible and you pretending to be with him, pretending to care, fake dating him would be the cherry on top. Sidney was dying to see the look of betrayal on Billy’s face when he learns his sweet girlfriend was faking literally everything for months and not only that but was entangled with his mothers killers.

Tatum had dated Stu briefly herself but it didn’t last long, originally you were only supposed to get with Billy, the Stu thing just kind of happened and after a talk it was decided that hey it was even better to ol Sid and Tate.

You getting involved with both of them, forming that little triad, it would be all the more deliciously painful when you revealed that it was all for show, that you had been in on the plan. It would make it hurt so much worse when it all came crashing down around the pair of them.

Could anyone truly blame Sidney Prescott for wanting to rip Billy Loomis’ fucking heart out and crush it in her hands right before his very eyes? Well sure a lot of people could, but not Tatum.

Not you.

You hadn’t known them or been friends with them as long as they had been with each other but you were just as invested, cared just as much, were so into the both of them. When they shared the plan of what they wanted to do you were already in so deep, so utterly smitten with them both that when they mentioned they had wanted your help, you didn’t need much convincing.

The next feeling was a familiar one, Sidney’s arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, your back to her chest, her legs on either side of your hips, her face in the crook of your neck, snuggling closer still. “I hate when you smell like him.”

Ah yes, this kind of thing happens often. Both of them, but especially Sidney feels this intense need to reclaim you, this incessant urge to mark you as hers and Tatum’s again, make it so you smelt like them, could taste only them on your tongue. She craves to make you say their names over and over again in every fashion imaginable, like a sigh and a curse and just overwhelm you with feeling until there is nothing on your mind other than them.

Overloading you with sensation was their favourite pastime other than that aforementioned hobby.

You loved it too.

“What are you gonna do about that?” You teased and Tatum was closing in on you too, her hands resting on the tops of your thighs, “Ooh I think we both have lots of ideas to fix that little problem.”

You were very sure about that. A big grin as you say, “Oh I bet.”

Hands reach out, your fingers curling in the straps of Tatum’s tank top and using them to pull her to you, kissing her. You didn’t get a good feel or taste from that small peck earlier but now you realise the lip gloss she had on today tasted like peaches and it made you let out a small and satisfied hum.

Sidney’s hands started to wander, one sliding up your side leisurely, under your shirt and the other running down and touching your inner thigh, she had started to kiss the side of your neck, you could still feel how tense she was. She muttered out, “Hate his stupid fucking cologne.”

Tatum pulled back from your kiss with a laugh, you love her smile when she is like this, “God, right? Does he drown himself in the stuff or what?”

You couldn’t stifle your giggle, he kinda did. "Seriously what is that God awful scent he favours?" You ask and Sidney fills in the blank, quick wit as always, "Eau de asshole. Obviously."

Tatum was still so close, her nose on yours and you pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth between you both giggling over Sidney’s joke. Your mouth moved along her jaw and by this point, they always ended up doing this. Would talk down about Billy and Stu so much after you saw them, it was kind of part and parcel at this point.

Sidney’s hand had made it between your thighs by now, feeling you up over your pants, you pushed your hips up, tilting more into her touch, the light friction was good. She wasn't overly gentle with you, and knew just how to get to you. Her other hand was up your shirt, palming one of your tits through your bra and then came another part that you were all too used to, relaying what happened to them.

“What’d they have to say this time?” Tatum asked, tone much more amused, her hands were on your hips, you having paused your assault of affection, too caught up in the feeling which led Tatum to watch as Sidney’s hands worked you over. She loved to watch you both together, something about it was just so hot, and also made her feel so warm too, she took in the view and you started to reply to her question.

“Nothing interesting-” Sidney bit down on the side of your throat and it made your sentence stop with a sharp inhale of air before continuing on, “-stupid shit about assignments and classes, dumb jokes, dumber movie opinions, you know how it goes.”

Your head tilted back, exposing more of your throat to her and the hand between your thighs pressed a bit harder, focusing a little more and as her other hand was rolling one of your nipples between her fingers you completely forgot what you were talking about.

“I don’t know how you put up with it.” Tatum hummed and Sidney scoffed, “I dunno how WE put up with it back then.” 

She pulled back from your throat as she spoke up, “Truly, what would we do without you?”

You couldn’t help it, loved it when they praised you, would flourish under their attention, you let out a sigh and said, “Just be glad you don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

They both liked to hear that and Tatum hooked her fingers in your belt loops and tugged just like you had done to her top earlier, asking with no small amount of heat, “You down for some practice?”

Oh nothing sounded better. You needed this right now. You gave an enthusiastic nod, “God yes, please?”

“So eager.” You could hear the slight smirk in Sidney’s tone, she was loosening up just a bit, good, you were glad. It was hard to stay in a bad mood with the prospect of what was to come right there.

You might be wondering what ‘practice’ with them entailed, what is it that you were practising for exactly?

It all stemmed from your idea initially, that you should lead them on, get so close to them and then ‘lose your virginity’ to them the night of the party, again another layer, more chance to truly hurt them. So this fun little exercise began, that first night you remember so well.

Sidney between your legs, hands resting on your spread thighs as Tatum was beside you on the couch, alternating between kissing you and whispering in your ear as her fingers dragged over your exposed skin. The feeling her hands left in their wake was a lot to handle, you weren’t sure if you wanted to wiggle away or lean into it, Sidney was eating you out beautifully and there was your shared girlfriend, brushing some of your hair aside and whispering in your ear, “Feels good right?”

You nodded and almost whimpered, barely able to hide the sound and Tatum had her fingers under your chin, tilting your face to hers, God she was so beautiful like this, she spoke to you again, “You’re paying attention right?”

Another nod, you were certainly trying to. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and then Sid was doing something with her tongue that made your thighs tense and let a moan spill from your mouth, eyes unfocused and Tatum couldn’t be more into the sight, amused by how easily they could make you break apart for them. “Mmm good.”

Tatum kissed you and it was full of want, her hand still under your chin as her tongue got into the mix and you moaned into her open mouth as Sid started to ease two fingers into you. “Fuck-” 

You breathed it out against Tatum’s lips and she pulled back, praising you, “Yeah like that, remember how you moaned just like that.”

You ended up coming so hard that night on Sidney’s tongue and fingers, you were barely floating down from your high when Sidney was looking up at you, head leaning on your thigh, her mouth was still wet from you as she said, “If you are able to fake it half as good as that they will totally buy it.”

So to ensure that you, their precious little partner in crime/girlfriend/actor would be up for the role, a lot more practising and rehearsals would be needed. Something you welcomed openly, you couldn't help how much you got off on it when they were like this, giving you instructions and leading you, telling you how best to act and pleasuring you so amazingly, praising you all the while.

It was enough to make your head swim right along with making your cunt drip.

You were a quick study and took direction well, you were sure you had it down pat but you weren’t about to stop them, not when reaping the benefits felt so fucking good.

The time you were sitting on Tatum’s face, her hands on your ass, you were grinding down onto her mouth, the question fell from your lips without you planning on it, “Be honest Tate, fuck, how’s Stu’s tongue?”

Your curiosity was something that you couldn’t shake, he almost always had that damn tongue hanging out of his mouth and you know just why he did it, to get you and anyone else thinking about what he might be capable of. Worst of all is that it worked, you had been thinking about it. Morbid curiosity got the better of you.

She pulled back, head falling back against the bed and she looked up at you, breathless laugh as she made eye contact with you and she asked, “Honestly?”

You replied with a small smile, “Honestly.”

A genuine want to know and she said it in that way that only she could, this particular kind of fire and bite behind it, obviously truthful and drawn from personal experience and fact, “Overrated.”

She laughed again and so did you until warm breath fans over slick skin the only warning of her intentions of continuing her assault on you. Her mouth latched back onto your clit and that laughter from you bled into a moan as she sucked indulgently. You asked later on if she was being serious and she told you that, “It’s a damn shame truly, honestly with some good direction he might actually be worth a damn at eating pussy. But as it stands right now? Don’t hold your breath for a mind blowing experience.”

You loved when she was so harsh.

Loved it so much you would openly encourage her and Sidney bad mouthing them. A different evening, a late night date had turned to another ‘rehearsal’ and Sidney’s hands were on your hips, slowly pushing the dildo of her strap-on into you, throwing your head back with a bite of your lip and a moan, eyes rolling back. You recall Tatum telling you to do that a different session as she instructed you and then finished it off by telling you, “-guys love that shit.”

Tatum had your head in her lap, playing with your hair and she gave a low whistle, “Look at you! Like a duck to water, you do that move and he might just cum on the spot.”

Sidney laughed, rolling her hips as she sinks inside you again, “Seriously, have you seen how hot she is? Might make Loomis cream his fucking jeans before he can even whip it out.”

Christ when she talked like that it did something to you. 

Again you hoped you would be able to be convincing enough but they encouraged you so much and told you just how easy they would be to trick that any small and minute doubts you had kept melting every time you were sprawled between them.

The need overtook you and you looked up at Sidney as she started to move, hips pulling back before driving forward and it pulled a moan from you, a questioning gasp of, “Sid?”

She let out a hum, a harder thrust before she asked, “Yes, honey?” That somewhat sing-song and overly sweet tone, obviously enjoying herself, she was in a playful mood. 

Looking up at her with the question falling off your tongue, “Tell me about it again?”

A light laugh, the sound of skin on skin as she didn’t stop, pace steady as she fucked into you, each plunge of sturdy silicone making another shock of sensation rush through you, “Oh did my little comment get you wanting? You want me to be mean?”

Tatum’s hands were sliding down your body and soon her fingers were between yours and Sid’s bodies, starting to circle your clit, making you buck under their shared effort with another ample moan and a shudder.

“Want me to shit-talk Billy “I-think-my-dick-is-God’s-gift-to-women” Loomis, huh?” She bites out, feeling a little breathless as she slams into you over and over.

Fuck yes you did want that. You begged for it, insanely needy, “Yes! Please?”

“Anything for you.” She sounded so warm, so affectionate. Tatum above you pressed harder and couldn’t hide her own smile as she said, “Oh this’ll be good.”

“Want me to tell you all about how he acts like he is hot shit? About how he talks about how he is gonna get you off soooo hard when his fingering technique is like he is digging for change in couch cushions?” Tatum and you both laughed, yours much more out of breath and strained, almost hiccupping in pleasure.

Sidney’s grip on your hips tightened, she fucked into you harder and between her consistent and steady pace, as well as grinding into that sweet spot and Tatum not letting up on your clit you wouldn’t be lasting very long. They were just too good at this point, and knew your body so well.

“Want me to tell you all about how he will act all concerned, all “Ooo I don’t wanna hurt you” talking like he is packing heat but it is just average-” Another hard thrust that ended in a grind, her leaning down breathing the next two words right in your ear, “-at best?”

“Fuck babe tell us how you really feel.” Tatum teased, you were way too into this, were unable to stop the small moans and curses and whines that left you, squirming under them and their conjoined effort.

They could be so mean and you adored it.

Tatum had shifted, one hand still working between your thighs and her other wrapped around the base of her own strap, pushing it against your lips, “If you want her to keep going you better start sucking, they’re probably gonna expect you to take them both at once.”

A few light smacks on your cheek with the flushed pink silicone and then you opened your mouth and let her slide in with ease. Her hand threaded in your hair and she tugged, “Make eye contact as you do it, slut. Make it convincing, I wanna believe that you need this dick more than you need air, got it?”

A weak nod and you pushed down further, looking at her, eyes pleading for more and moaning around the false cock approaching the back of your throat. You slowly pulled back, cheeks hollowing as you sucked obscenely, starting a slow but passionate pace and Tatum said, “Shit. That is good. You play the part so well, they won’t know what hit them”

Sidney let out a laugh, feeling you start to tremble in her grip, could feel how close you were getting, nails raking over your hips, she practically purred, “You’ll knock em dead, such a pretty little actress.”

“Actress? Try porn star.” Tatum fired back pulling another giggle from Sidney. You shouldn’t clench down on the strap like that or moan at her calling you a porn star but fuck, it made you want to whine. 

But they weren’t the only ones who would talk shit. You joined in just as often. One night where you were focusing on them, putting those hands of yours to good use, you instigated it, your mouth pulled back from its place on Tatum’s chest and you looked up to her and Sid, taking in the sight of them kissing before saying, “Something happened with them today.”

You didn’t wait for a response, curling your fingers you pressed on and told them about your date earlier. 

Billy had sat you and Stu down, with a confession in mind, he opened up by saying, “You and Stu mean so much to me I…I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you were here for me. That I’m not doing this alone, you’ve helped me out more than you know or I could say and just..I love you, both of you, so much.”

He positively poured his heart out to you and Stu and my lord, you couldn’t have been happier. You were giddy to tear away and run back to Sidney and Tatum to fill them in, just as you were right now.

You put on your best impression of him and mocked him, how he said and what he said and they swear in that moment they fell a bit harder for you than they had already.

It was perfect. Everything was going swimmingly. Tatum and Sidney were transfixed by you as you regaled them, hands still on each other but not moving. Shared wide eyes and enraptured as they listened, barely able to breathe, almost no sound leaving them unless a particularly good thrust of your fingers drew one out of them.

“You should have seen him. He looked pathetic! He was almost crying, still whining about his mother.” Your mouth was on Sidney’s thigh, kissing up as your fingers slid into Tatum deeper, “He’s so weak.”

No this wasn’t perfect.

You were.

They were the ones who couldn’t believe their luck. Having someone like you so fully devoted to them, so invested, so ready and willing, yeah there was probably one person in Woodsboro who was more ride or die than Tatum Riley and that was you. Sick, twisted, equally as fucked up, you.

As your tongue stroked up over Sidney’s leaking slit, a slow circle over her clit before pulling it between your plush lips and sucking deeply, you looked up at them and gave your own confession, your own soul bearing admission. This one not mocking as you made fun of Billy, this one was your own and totally honest, “I love you both so much.”

Your girlfriends were confident in one thing at that moment. That yes you were perfect for them, an amazing accomplice and an even better actor but they just knew that with them?

You’d never, ever fake it.

[acaaciia]

your writing is actually incredibly like SO good my gawwwd i need Gekko smut. Like so bad

Strip Poker

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relationship: Gekko x Reader || Mateo x Reader

listed tags: smut!, dom!reader, oral!, reader insert, gn reader

trigger warnnings: 18+, smut! Minors dni, head giving, spitting

synopsis: A game of poker takes a turn when you decide to raise the stakes.

Inspired by Baby Tate’s song - Slut Him Out

author note: First request! I'm very honored lol. But, I've never written smut! before that wasn't a gag for franticfanfic, so I hope this is okay.^^

“Royal flush!” You announced. 

You displayed your hand of cards to the man in front of you, smirking as you watched him toss his cards to the carpet. “Time to drop em’.” you said, signaling to the last thing that kept Gekko from sitting in his underwear.  

“Aww man.” He exclaimed, “How do you keep winning?” 

You collected the cards laying on the ground, watching as the green haired man slowly got up from the corner of your eyes. “Beginner's luck.” You teased, shuffling up the deck of cards in your hand. 

Gekko grumbled, but said nothing as he turned his back to you. You could hear the sound of his buckle coming undone and him unzipping his pants. You couldn’t help yourself from stealing glances as he slid his pant’s down his toned legs, revealing the fabric of his underwear

Gekko turned around slowly, his anxiety peeking as he turned to face you. His face was flushed as one of his hands attempted to cover the front of his crotch, hiding away his bulge.You waved around another set of cards to the man, with an ‘innocent’ smile gracing your features.   

“How about another round?” You proposed. 

The man who was now left in nothing but his underwear, furrowed his eyebrows at the cards in your hands. His dignity was already low due to the amount of games he had managed to lose. He wasn’t sure he could take another round, where he’d end up having to find a way back to his own hotel room in his birthday suit without getting caught. 

“Come on [name], I’m down to mis pinches chonies.” He pleaded, grabbing a pillow from the couch to give him some form of decency, “You’ve still got everything, even your socks.” He pointed out. 

You merely shrugged your shoulders at the man. It was true, you had yet to lose a single piece of clothing. To be fair you hadn’t been completely honest when you had told Gekko that you had never played a game of poker in your life. You had, but you enjoyed the idea of him teaching you. Even so, to win this type of game required luck and you hadn’t expected to win every single round. 

It wasn’t your fault that he had suggested the two of you play a couple of rounds of strip poker while hanging out in your suite. You would be lying if you said the idea had unnerved you, no, if anything the idea of it sparked a flame within you. You weren’t dumb, you’d seen the way Gekko looked after training, the way his sweat dripped down his body to the point that he would get fed up with the feeling of his tank sticking to his body like a second layer of skin. Forcing him to pull the piece of clothing over his head and reveal his toned body. You had seen the same scene so many times by now, you were pretty sure your mind could play it on loop, down to the playful grin he always managed to flash at you when he noticed you eying him like your next meal. 

But this was different, more intimate. You would’ve been a fool to pass up an opportunity like this. You wouldn’t allow a shot like this to slip out of your fingers, not if you could help it. 

You stood from your spot on the floor, tossing the cards to the side. Your hands were quick to fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you pulled it over your head, leaving the man flustered as you started to strip in front of him. 

 “What if we raise the stakes then?” 

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“Miereda” Gekko moaned out, his breath caught in his throat. 

His body tensed and pleasure flooded his system as you spit saliva over the top of his dick, your tongue swiped it around forming an even coat before you took the tip into your mouth. Your mouth worked on the tip, licking around each crevice before going down lower to take in more. 

As part of your agreement you made sure not to break eye contact as you forced his cock further down your throat. Your eyes were steady watching every little reaction that presented itself on his face. The way his eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to keep his head down and eyes open. The way he bit his lip in a futile attempt to hide away any noises. This was better than anything you had ever seen. 

You weren’t the only one who thought they had the best view. No, if Gekko could read your mind right now, he would argue with you about that immediately. Never in the entirety of the time that he had met you, did he ever think that he would be living out the dreams he only ever played in his head when it was just him and his hand alone. Your head between his thighs, man it was a sight to see. Your gaze was intense but jesus, the way your plump lips slid around the length of his dick? 

Fuck. 

He was already in his own world as his pupils tried to focus on those beautiful eyes of yours, lost in the pleasure you gave him. But when you lowered your mouth even further on his cock to the point where he could feel the inside of your mouth convulse and tighten in protest, as you gagged around him.  He swore he felt his body shoot out into orbit. 

He was a goner, his eyes instinctively shutting as he felt the pressure in his abdomen building up like a dam that’s been waiting to break down. You were quick to slap the side of his thigh, reminding Gekko of his agreement as he forced his eyes to open and meet your own. 

He would have to thank you for that later. No matter how hot his face felt with the embarrassment of being put on display for you while he came, nothing was better than watching the way his semen dribbled down the sides of your mouth

You took your time pulling your mouth off of his dick. Your gaze never wavered, despite the tears that stayed in the corner of your eyes, as you finally pulled away. You were quick to open your mouth, showing off the mixture of saliva and semen that pooled in your mouth like it was some kind of trophy. 

 He knew he couldn’t expect you to swallow it. Honestly, he fully expected you to go out to the bathroom and flush it away. He wasn’t dumb, he knew there was no way it was in any way appetizing for you. 

Though he can’t say that he had anticipated what was to come next.

You gripped his thighs as you pulled yourself up from your spot on the floor to stand between his legs. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders while your other hand grabbed his chin, tilting his head back. The smile you gave him was devious, he knew you were plotting something, but with how beautiful you looked in the moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. You were just so alluring. 

Your thumb played with the bottom of his lip gently, that is until you forced it in his mouth to pull his jaw down. With his mouth open and on display for you, you spat into his mouth, returning all liquids that were in your mouth back to their original owner. 

His eyes widened as he felt the thick, salty, semen fill his mouth. Before he could protest your actions, you closed his mouth shut and wagged a finger in front of his face with disapproval. 

“Now, now, let’s not forget who lost the last game.” you teased, sitting yourself on his lap, “Plus I’d hate to just leave things here,” You hands lowered, circling the tip of his cock gently, sending a shiver down his spine.

Gekko rolled his eyes at your comment, he had previously considered that it would be a win no matter who won that game. But he would be a liar if he didn’t think that what you were putting him through wasn’t hot. He would swallow what little pride he had left along with his cum.. if it meant he could keep a good thing going. 

“Que maldita eres” he said, opening his mouth for your inspection.

[sunflowerharrington]

Reader find out the Evans have a crush on them What would reader do to drive each of them crazy?

Driving the Evans Crazy - Seduction 101 part One ( Season One - Five ) ( well technically it’s ‘what it would be like meeting the evans’ but same thing i guess <3 )

i got this ask in april, i’m so sorry darling, i hope you’re still here!

wanna be added to my ahs taglist? let me know! i will have separate ones for stranger things and ahs so please let me know!!

i got very carried away with tate, sorry! these are super unhinged, and not meant to be taken seriously. THESE ARE 18+ HEADCANONS MDNI PLEASE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, THANK YOU

pre-death tate langdon (one point is nsfw)

- tell him you like nirvana, even if you don’t, this will drive him koo-koo bananas (but afterwards you’d have to listen to them in case he ever asked you about their songs because you know damn well he will)

- you’re low-key scared when you find out tate likes you but you subtly find out some of his interests and you talk to him about them

- you slightly rig group assignments in school so you somehow are always working with him

- you invite him to go birdwatching with you after finding out he borrowed the book on birds from the school’s library (you borrowed it right after he did)

- stealing his sweaters when he’s “not looking” (he knows you’re doing this and it makes him fall for you even more ESPECIALLY when you wear his green striped one to school, acting like you just had the same one lying around somewhere)

- he hates seeing you in this fucked up world, but you’re there to remind him that there are good things in this world even if some of it is a little fucked up

- smoke together behind the bike sheds at school

- sucked his dick behind the bike sheds at school

- your first kiss (soft) happened not long after (i’ll do another post about this another time <3)

tate langdon (kinda nsfw)

- you found out from a sticky note he left in your room when he first ‘came over’ to greet you as his new next-door ‘neighbour’

- you’re pretty, it said

- you know when you just know that someone has feelings for someone? yeah, your intuition was telling you that tate liked you

- and he did

- spent all of his time watching you, learning what you liked and disliked, what music you were into, if you liked birds

- definitely wrote a love letter to you and left it under your pillow (you cried while reading it, multiple times, but who wouldn’t?)

- conveniently you ended up asking him to go on a date with you to the nearby park on halloween and he accepted since it was the only night ghost boy could actually leave the murder house

- he also bought you whatever you wanted from the corner store, and you got him to try some of the newer candies that came out because he said he never tried them before

- ate your snacks then went home

(i’m getting carried away here, LOL ANYWAYS)

- talks about you all the time, especially in therapy with ben (happy thoughts, sad thoughts, about how he wants to get you cock drunk every time he lays his eyes on you)

- you hold him when he’s crying

- you always listen to everything he has to say, especially when it’s him ranting about his mom

- and most importantly… you still steal his cute lil sweaters

- and then fucking violet came along after you chose to spend the rest of eternity with him

- BUT since you were here (and hopefully 18, if not, please leave this post) you agreed to have tate’s baby instead of the whole THING happening

the end x

pre-briarcliff kit walker

- you guys met at a restraunt, and you were the waitress who served him and alma

- (you thought he was cute so you gave him a little discount, shhh nobody tell y/n’s boss!)

- he became a regular there. without alma.

- aaand then he confessed and you were over the moon because you felt the exact same way

- you put that meal on the house but he said he wasn’t here for food, well he was, but not… food… if you’re picking up what’s being put down

18+ beyond here for kit, please go onto Post-Asylum Kit Walker thank you

- ate you out and fucked you in the restaraunt’s bathroom after that

- correction, made love, because kit is a gentleman

- fucked a baby into you almost asap because that man has a breeding kink and we all know it, and i’m not judging

- you both chose to name your son james and your daughter daisy

kit in the asylum

- you knew from the get go he was innocent

- you talked to him, lana and grace only

- got super jealous of how close he was getting to grace so you pulled him to the side, waited for sister jude to leave her office and then showed him exactly who he belonged to

- you got pregnant with his kids before grace could 🤪

- helped him escape to start a family with you (even though you gave birth to his child in briarcliff)(but it still works). again, james and daisy.

post-briarcliff kit

- you met him in a market when he was getting some stuff for his kids

- bumped into you and made you accidentally drop your bunch of sunflowers, he offered to pay for more and you accepted

- fell in love at first sight

- saw you at the market again soon after that and bought you more flowers

- you also fell in love with him, got married (to alma too), started a family of your own

- over the moon that your kids, james y/l/n and daisy y/l/n, get along with julia walker, alma’s daughter

fratboy!kyle spencer

- you were studying biochemistry in a nearby sorority

- and you guys met at a party (like the way he met zoe but he doesn’t die at this party because madison didn’t go)

- you thought he was so cute and the feeling was reciprocated

- kissed slowly, softly on the porch of the frat house you were at

- slowly built up into making out and moving somewhere more private (kyle’s room)

nsfw:

- asks for consent ten times a second, and you constantly have to reassure him that it’s okay

- you take the lead but you keep it soft and slow just like your makeout session

- you wear his shirt while you ride him, moaning his name in his ear

- he can’t get enough of you

- waits until you come to stop because he, like kit, is a fucking decent human being

- gives you his number before you go home and a relationship starts almost immediately

- it goes on after college too after you both receive your degrees and you get married

- you guys don’t have kids but you do get a golden retriever 🥺💕

franken!kyle spencer

- to seduce this smoosh-ball literally all you have to do is breathe

- that’s it, that’s the post

- only joking, sweetheart! here’s the rest:

- you were a new witch at miss robichaux’s and instantly became attracted to kyle (who wouldn’t be?)

- he was still attached to zoe but slowly started drifting more towards you

- MOMMY KINK, MOMMY KINK

- BUT it’s only because his mom was a piece of fucking shit that he wanted you to be like a mom to him but not the way mrs spencer was (i’m not even saying her name because that’s gross)

- you stopped kyle from killing madison and that one guy at the tree

- you couldn’t stop him with that poor dog however, rip

- loves you because you’re “pretty” and you “make spag oh’s” for him

- you help him with his abc’s and his numbers, kissing him every time he gets a letter and number right

- you literally can’t leave him, not that you wanted to, but if you did the entire coven would perish due to his amplified strength and the fact that delia and the girls wouldn’t want to hurt him

jimmy darling

oh boy, here we fucking go: lil lobster boy needs some love fr

- you were a new performer at the freak show

- a contortionist / dancer in this instance

- you became one of jimmy’s backup dancers and he instantly became attracted to you

- one night during cleanup after a successful show you showed up at his trailer in nothing but one of his gray shirts that you stole earlier on in the day, buttoned up all the way

- you knocked on the door, waiting patiently, only to feel two hands grab your waist, spinning you around and pinning you against the freezing cold door

- can you guess who it is? i bet you’ll never get it!

- you’re immediately thrown over jimmy’s shoulder, with him kicking the door shut and throwing you onto his bed

- he teases you about not wearing any underwear

- calls you his little cockslut

- always pulls out because he’s afraid his kids will get his mutation and he doesn’t want them stuck in the freakshow too

- you assure him it won’t happen, he’s very skeptical

- but he still keeps fucking you nonetheless

- when it doesn’t happen he’s the happiest man alive and proposes to you on the spot

mr march

why are serial killers so hot

- you checked into the cortez on, coincidentally, james’ birthday. halloween. the one day he can leave but chooses not to

- you instantly have him under a love spell whether you realize it or not

- *planning your murder as soon as you step foot in the cortez*

- he chooses to slit your throat to match his scars

- you’re his bride, his queen, before you even meet him

- and when you do meet him he’s showering you in compliments, buying you whatever you like whether it’s inside or outside the hotel

- spoils you rotten

- tells you he loves you after knowing you for a week

- but you feel the exact same way, instalove if you will. it’s real guys, look!

- you become y/n march soon after <3

- it’s never rough with james, he makes love to you, touches you as if you were a porcelain doll

- until you anger him, and then that’s a completely different fucking story babes

thank you for reading!

[muffinbeliever]

Glimpse of Us

It's the 45th anniversary of Star Wars, and Stiles can’t help but think of you. Based on Glimpse of Us by Joji.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (past relationship), Stiles Stilinski x Malia Tate

Word Count: 540

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, mentions of death, sad stiles :(

A/N: hi. i know it's been so long. im so sorry i just cant write on a consistent schedule idk why i like to think its my depression lol but here is a little angsty drabble that ive been working on for a while but i just never got around to finishing it until now. the pacing might be a little bit of... it honestly feels kinda rushed to me, but i hope y'all like it nonetheless <3

Masterlist

Stiles knew it was unfair of him to feel this way. Malia was a wonderful girlfriend— she grounded Stiles when he was being erratic and she was a master at cuddling. Despite her indifference for Star Wars, she always watched it with Stiles because she knew how much it meant to him. 

He knew he shouldn’t feel like this, but he simply could not help it.

“Stiles!” Came his girlfriend’s voice. “Come look at this!” He walked over to where she stood and looked at the magazine she held out to him.

“Happy 45 years of Star Wars, babe,” Malia said with a smile. It was a Star Wars-themed magazine with exclusive behind-the-scenes photos from the original trilogy. Stiles had already browsed the magazine online, but he didn’t say anything to his girlfriend. It was the thought that counted, right?

His lips quivered in their forced upturn as he took the magazine from her outreached hand and thanked her, but as he casually flipped through the book, his heart couldn’t help but clench in pain. Star Wars had always been his and your thing— the two of you spending your movie nights watching anything Star Wars related, which often turned into heated debates and nerdy inside jokes.

His eyes caught on a screen cap of the iconic Episode V scene where Han and Leia finally confess their love for each other, and his jaw clenched as the familiar burning of tears tingled behind his eyes. He will never forget you lying in his arms, the visible pain in your eyes as you bled out. He will never get over the fact that you had died by his hand, regardless of the fact that it was actually the Nogitsune that stabbed you, not him. It was still his hand, still his body. 

The Nogistune was especially cruel, hearing Stiles’ internal pleading as he begged the Nogitsune to spare you. He heard Stiles’ scream as the blade entered your body and left it with a swift tug. He allowed Stiles to take over for a brief moment, just to see the life fade from your eyes. 

I love you, he had said, tears flowing steadily from his eyes. 

I know, you whispered, your soft smile quickly turning into a grimace from the pain. 

He had wanted to say something, say anything to keep you alive, but for the first time in his life, his mind was empty, all of the thoughts scattered away. And he was helpless, as he clutched you in his grasp as you took your last breath.

He rapidly blinked away the building tears and took a deep breath before closing the magazine.

Star Wars was always your thing, but he couldn’t tell his girlfriend that. Instead, he flashed Malia a thankful smile, and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent that was just a little too sweet and a little too fruity. 

Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that’s where I find a glimpse of us And I try to fall for her touch, but I’m thinking of the way it was Said I’m fine and said I moved on  I’m only here passing time in her arms 

Hoping I’ll find a glimpse of us.

[c4llezz]

UNANSWERED THOUGHTS

Requested: Yes. Used a random number generator for this but Gowon and Feel like sh!t by Tate McRae. So could I req a Gowon x reader fic? Where maybe you and Gowon recently broke up and reader is reflecting on everything and feeling devastated?

GOWON X GN!READER

TW: mentions of alcohol, one swear word.

Genre: Angst

Word count: 900

Feel like shit- Tate McRae

Gif is not mine. Gowon looks so pretty in it 🥹.

Expect mistakes, happy reading!

Another night, another club you visited. Ever since your break up with Gowon two weeks ago, going out with your friends was now a routine to you, drowning your sorrows in alcohol was your new hobby, and the next day you’d regret everything you did just to do it again the next night you hear one of her songs. Her calls didn’t help you at all. Every night she’d call you and leave a voice message, you haven’t heard any of them but you were always tempted to. Maybe breaking up was not the hardest part after all.

You thought kissing someone else was going to help you, well you thought wrong. When you were sitting at the bar a girl came a little too close to you, she started touching your arm not so subtly and you just let her be, in no time her lips were in yours. The kiss was rough and fast, not like when you kissed Chaewon for the first time, gentle and slow, and even if her lips were soft, they were not as smooth as the ones of the black-haired girl in your mind. The hands of the woman went to your waist and that’s when you realized it was not going to work, those were not Chaewon’s hands. That made you start thinking (you seemed to do that a lot lately), were you going to find someone to kiss again?

When you arrive at your house, the first thing you did was take a shower just to get rid of the lavender perfume in your shirt, vanilla is definitely better. After your long shower, you got changed in your pajamas and looked at your phone, you were surprised when you didn’t have any missed calls from your ex, maybe she is still working, I’ll check later you thought.

You went to the living room and turned your tv on opening youtube. The first suggested video was one of her group songs you wanted to click on it just to see her again, but restrained yourself (a/n: boycott or else 😤) it was not going to help you get over her, it didn’t help your thoughts either. How are you Chaewon? Are you eating well? Are you feeling good or are you just as miserable as I am? Maybe I shouldn’t have ended things, maybe we could’ve worked it out. What if you were the one and I ruined everything? Why haven’t you called yet? I know I don’t answer but it doesn’t mean you need to stop. Should I talk to you? Do you want me to talk to you? I mean you call me every night so that might be a sign. But I don’t want to be disappointed again.

Your phone ringing interrupted your questioning, you ran to your bedroom hoping she was calling but the moment you saw the contact name you sighed. “Hello,” you said answering the call “I’m fine,” you told the person on the line “I already ate.”

“How did you know I was going to ask that?”

You rolled your eyes “Is the only thing you ask lately, mom. And about Chaewon.”

“Well, I’m worried for you! And I still don’t know what happened between the two of you” she said expecting to finally get an answer but you stayed silent “I want to help you Y/N” you still didn’t budge and she sighed knowing you were not going to say anything about it “Well…are you still coming to the family dinner on Saturday?”

“Yes, I’ll be there.” the conversation had just started and you already felt overwhelmed “I’ll go to sleep now, it is 1 am.”

“Ok, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Before you got into the covers you saw your cat lying next to a pink sweater, you frowned I don’t own any pink stuff. You walked and grabbed the clothing from the floor, and when you looked at it you recognized it immediately. Gowon use to wear it all the time, she must have left it the last time she stayed the night…you really need to clean your room. “Why are you not calling?” you whispered throwing the pink item under your bed. Did you give up on me like I did with our relationship? Did you find someone else already? Were you really the one? I mean my mom loved liked you and she doesn’t like anyone. Should I call you this time? Maybe you are waiting for me to call.

You unlocked your phone, your thumb hovering over her contact name. Fuck it. You pressed the call button regretting it almost instantly, before you could hang up she answered the call

“Hello?” she said, you could hear the confusion in her voice “Y/N?” There were so many things you wanted to say, to ask, but you couldn’t open your mouth “Are you there?” you wanted answers to all the questions that had been plagging your mind, but what would happen if you got back together? You were 98% sure it’d happen the same thing that happen before. Missed dates, missed birthdays, miscommunication and stupid fights, you didn’t want that. Calling her was a mistake

“I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. Your unanswered questions will stay unanswered, but that was better than another heartbreak…right?

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

~~~~~~~~~~

Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

~~~~~~~~~~

When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it. 

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay. 

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance. 

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

[jadedxrealityw]

-You Broke Me First- Draco Malfoy x  Female Reader

A/N: This image is based around the song You broke me first by Tate Mcrae this image with have two endings: angst and fluff

Summary: Draco cheated on you months ago with another Slytherin and you broke it off without second thought (as you should) but Draco wants you back

Warning: cheater Draco, yelling, cursing maybe?

House: Hufflepuff

     ♡~🐍~♡

    It had been months since you last spoke to Draco Malfoy. He used to be the person you loved and thought loved you too. You were surprised that he gave you the time of day, but with some chatting and a bit of flirting you fell for him hard. The day he asked you out would forever be a cherished memory. You were sitting alone on the courtyard when he came up to you with white roses. You’d never forget the nervous look he had until you said yes.

    Being official was the best part. He would show everyone your his with sweet kisses or a arm around you. No guy dared to get close to you and you kinda liked not having guys flirt with you anymore. On one of your anniversaries he bought you a necklace. It was a simple silver chain with a beautiful emerald in the middle. It was small and shaped like a teardrop. It had you and Draco’s name on the back of it. You adored it, you still adore it.

    When seventh year rolled around Draco started to become distant, push himself away from you or shut you out, leaving you confused and hurt. He wouldn’t sit or talk to you. At one point you thought it was something you had done, but it wasn’t it was never your fault. It was a late night and Blaise invited you too a Slytherin party, Draco wouldn’t give you the time of day anymore.

    Blaise told you that it was Draco who wanted you to come, it made your heart flutter in hope that he still cared about you. When you showed up Draco was nowhere to be found. Thats until a girl came out of one of the boys dorms screaming about how she claimed the Slytherin prince. She had hickeys scattered across her neck and was fixing her shirt, your heart dropped as soon as you saw your boyfriend walking out behind her, with his black button up undone and  messy hair.

    As soon as your eyes met he looked saddened, but looked away right after. Had your meant nothing to him anymore? Tears blurred your vision as you ran off. Blaise calling your name behind you, but you didn’t look back. There was nothing to look back to. 

   ♡~🐍~♡

   A week later Blaise had apologized for Draco’s actions and said he’d always be there for you if you needed it. You told him thanks, but he rarely ever talked to you after that either. You didn’t blame him. You wanted to be alone anyway. Draco made no attempt to speak to you. One day, you had gathered his things that he had left at your dorm room in a box. It contained his quidditch jumper, the notes he wrote you during class that you had kept and one of his many silver rings. He would put one on you and say one day you would be Mrs. Malfoy. What a cruel joke.

     You walked over to the Slytherin table during breakfast one morning and tapped Blaise’s shoulder he turned to look at you and gave you a smile. He took in the bags under your eyes, that were also puffy and red due to lack of sleep and crying. You gave him a half smile and handed him the box. After that you got up and left the great hall entirely.

     ♡~🐍~♡

     Back to the present. It would have been your fifth anniversary today, why you still kept count? You didn’t know, but it was stupid. Hogwarts was destroyed after the wizard war and it took awhile for it to be put back together, but it happened. You went back to Hogwarts for your 8th year. You were in the program for students who wanted to retake &th year because of the war. You made friends with Hermione, she was pretty sweet.

     One day you were walking around the halls when you bumped into someone “Im so sorry i didn’t-” your words were cut off when you came face to face with the man who broke your heart, with the man you were still unfortunately in love with. Draco Malfoy, why did he have to be the one you ran into on your what would have been anniversary “Malfoy, i’m sorry for bumping into you” you said politely before continuing to walk.

     “I’m sorry” you heard him shout from behind you making you stop in your tracks “I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me, i’m sorry that i cheated on you, it breaks me to this day and i’d do anything to fix it” your jaw clenched. He was broken? he had no fucking right to say that. You spun on your heels and walked right up to him 

     “You broke me first, Malfoy” she seethed in anger. He looked shocked. You had never once raised your voice at him and he had never seen you anger. You were kind and sweet. Your were his little Hufflepuff girlfriend. You were his everything. You were enraged, your E/C eyes bore into him. He looked around before grabbing your hand. He pulled you both into a empty classroom.

        ‘Maybe you don't like talking too much about yourself’ 

     You didn’t care, you needed all this anger out and he was going to listen and shut up “Y/N listen. I didn’t tell you a lot of things when we were dating, but i want to now” he said and stepped closer to you, but you just backed away “But you shoulda told me that you were thinkin' 'bout someone else” your voice cracked slightly. You were going to be a bit emotional about this and you had every reason to be. Draco felt a pang in his chest as you spoke to him. THe hurt coming off of your voice was enough to make him cry.

      ‘You're drunk at a party or maybe it's just that your car broke down Your phone's been off for a couple months, so you're calling me now’

     “Y/N i’m so sorry. Just let me explain so we can fix this. I want you back in my life. You were supposed to be Mrs. Malfoy remember?” he pleaded and went to grab your hand, but you pulled it away. He couldn’t just say sorry and everything would be okay. That’s not how this works. You turned your head away from him “I know you, you're like this. When shit don't go your way you needed me to fix it. And like me, I did. But I ran out of every reason” 

     Draco listened to you speak, a lump forming in his throat. “Now suddenly you're asking for it back?!” you exclaimed and pushed him away. He stumbled back a bit “Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?” and pushed him again. Tears ran down your face “Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had. But I don't really care how bad it hurts. When you broke me first” you choked out and pushed him one last time. 

       ‘You broke me first’

     You were in a full mania and back away, you laughed and wiped your tears from your face with the back of your hand roughly. You sat on top of a desk “Took a while, was in denial when I first heard, That you moved on quicker than I could've ever, you know that hurt” she swung her legs as she spoke remembering two weeks after you broke up he went out with Pansy Parkinson, you heard they broke up after his dad was sent to Azkaban. 

     “Swear for a while I would stare at my phone necklace just to see your name. But now that it's there, I don't really know what to say” you shrugged half heartedly as your hand fiddles with the necklace he gave around your neck, you never took it off, you just couldn’t. Draco looked at the necklace remembering when he bought it for you. It was a happy memory for him

     (the rest of the song isn’t needed so bleh)

          ♡~🐍~♡

     Angst Ending:

     You got off the desk and looked one last time at Draco who had tear tracks down his face, you reached behind your neck and unclipped the necklace. You dropped it into your palm and sighed. You finally had closure and got to say what you had wanted to. You walked up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked hopeful for a second before you placed the necklace into his hand and closed it. 

     “Please don’t do this” he whispered, more tears falling down. You shook your head and looked away, letting go of his hand “Goodbye Draco Malfoy, i wish you the best” you spoke politely, which broke his heart. You pushed open the classroom door and walked out. You walked down the hallway a heavy feeling being lifted off your chest.

     After that you felt free and happy without Draco, he still gave you sad glances sometimes, but with Hermione by your side she helped you with it and soon Draco Malfoy was a faded memory and you were stronger than ever. 

          ♡~🐍~♡

     Happy Ending:

     Draco walked over to you and you turned your gaze away quickly. He leaned in and you tried your hardest to not to look “My father forced me to become a death eater” he said making you gasp. He rolled up his sleeve to show you his dark mark and you covered your mouth with your hand. “He told me that people around me would be my weakness and darling. You are my weakness, because your the person i love the most”

     You felt your heartbeat quicken. He still had that effect on you “I needed to get you to leave me, but i couldn’t break up with you. You would know i was lying. You always know when im lying” he laughed quietly “So i invited you to that party so you could see. Paid some girl to pretend to have slept with me. I’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw me” He looked away as you processed the information.

     “What about that hickeys?” you asked, like it was the important part in that sentence, which it wasn’t “Blaise” “Blaise knew about this to?” Draco nods “He was a death eater to, after you left i was to be engaged to Pansy” he groaned. He never really liked Pansy, she was too clingy for him. “When my father was sent away i broke it off and came back here to find you” he spoke softly as he cupped your face with one of his hands “Your the only person i would ever want to be Mrs. Malfoy” he smiles. 

     You crack a smile and lean into his hand, you missed his touch so much. “Will you be mine again Y/N?” he asked, worry behind his tone. If you’d say no he would be broken inside, but he would accept it and leave you alone for the rest of your life. You pulled his hand away and scooted up on the desk, bending your knees and launching yourself at him. You wrapped your arms and legs around the Slytherin boy. Draco stumbled back before wrapping his arms around you tightly “I’ll take that as a yes?” “Yes! You idiot! Don’t you ever do that again Draco Malfoy!”

     “I won’t Y/N Malfoy”

          ♡~🐍~♡

A/N: This one lowkey broke my heart guys, like what in the fuck. Why did i write this? Anyway, if you have a request for Draco send it my way.

[noncanonimagines]

Something’s Gotta Give

Malia Tate x Gender neutral reader 

Warnings: N/A 

Requested: Anon 

Prompt: N/a 

Summary: Malia likes you, but each time she tries to tell you it goes over your head until she eventually blurts it out.  

Additional Notes: Thank you so much anon for the request! This is my very first imagine request which is super exciting. I️ really hope you like you 

Requests are open 

When you arrived at your locker that morning, your friend Malia was already standing there, a cup of coffee in hand.

“Hey, [Y/N],” she said.  

“Hey,” you replied, beginning to spin the dial on your lock to enter your combination.

“I️ brought you your coffee order,” she said, handing it to you after you opened your locker.

“You remembered?” you asked as you took it from her.

She shrugged.

“Of course I️ did,” she responded casually.

You took a sip as you reached for your notebook with your other hand. It was definitely just what you needed that morning.

“Thanks, you’re the best,” you said. She was always so thoughtful and you knew you were lucky to have her.

“No problem,” she replied.

Once you finished gathering your things, you shut your locker and locked it.  

“Here, let me carry those,” she offered, gesturing toward your books.

“Oh, you really don’t have to-“ you started.

“I️ don’t mind,” she interrupted.

With a shrug you handed her your books and the two of you walked to first period together.

When lunch rolled around, you took a seat next to her.

“Hey, [Y/N], I️ wanted to ask you something,” she said.

You nodded slightly, indicating that you were listening.

“Sure, what’s up?” you asked.  

She cleared her throat. She seemed nervous for some reason, but you weren’t quite sure exactly why she would be.  

“So uh, you know the carnival that’s happening this weekend? Well, I️ was wondering if you maybe wanted to go. With me,” she suggested.

You nodded.

“Sure, sounds fun,” you replied nonchalantly, taking a bite of your food.

Malia seemed to relax at your response. She also had a really big smile on her face. You weren’t sure why this carnival meant so much to her, but you were glad to see her happy.

It was right after your brief conversation that Scott and Stiles arrived to your table.

“Hey guys,” you said as they sat down.

“Hey,” they both replied.

“What were you two talking about?” Scott asked.

“Oh, Malia was just asking me to go to the carnival with her this weekend. You guys should come too! We could invite the whole pack it’ll be so much fun,” you suggested.

Scott nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, sounds cool,” he said.

Stiles, on the other hand, appeared a bit more skeptical. He flashed a concerned glance at Malia, and you couldn’t help but feel like there was something he knew that you didn’t.

“You’re sure you want us all to go?” he asked and you weren’t quite sure if he was addressing you or her.

You shrugged, slightly confused.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we?” you asked before turning to Malia. “Is it okay with you?”

Malia smiled tensely.

“Yeah, sounds great,” she replied through gritted teeth.  

—

The night of the carnival was chillier than you’d expected. You’d all been there for a while, and at that point the sun had set and the wind had begun to pick up.  

The wind chill wasn’t the only cold that you were feeling, though. Malia had been acting cold and distant the whole night. When you tried to ask her what was wrong, she insisted that she was fine, but based on how short she was being with you, you knew that she was lying.

You and the rest of the pack were walking together when gust of wind caused you to shiver and you grabbed onto your arms.

“Here take my jacket,” Malia offered.

You shook your head.

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” you said. “No, you’re cold. Here,” Malia said, taking off her jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you said.

Lydia glanced over at the two of you for a while, raising her eyebrows. She then looked away and took a long drink from her lemonade.  

Lydia then suggested various activities to different people, causing you all to split up. She went off with Stiles, Scott went with Kira, and Liam went with Mason, leaving just and you Malia together.

You suggested that the two of you split a funnel cake and she agreed, but was still being uncharacteristically quiet.

“Oh you got a little something,” she said, gesturing toward your face. “Here let me.”

She reached her hand closer to you, wiping off a bit of powdered sugar from the side of your mouth with her thumb.

“Thanks,” you said.

She nodded.

You sighed. You’d officially had enough.

“Okay, what is going on with you tonight?” you asked.

She shrugged and looked down at her hands.

“Nothing. It’s nothing,” she replied.

You didn’t understand what it could possibly be. She was always so blunt and straightforward about everything else. What could it possibly be that she wasn’t telling you?

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh c’mon. You’ve been acting weird all night. Just tell me,” you urged.

Malia folded her hands in her lap and let out a long exhale before looking up.

“There’s someone that I️ really like and I’ve been making it so obvious and either they’re somehow not picking up on it or they just really don’t like me back,” she admitted.

“Okay, so why don’t you just tell them?” you asked.

She nodded before making direct eye contact with you.

“Okay. I️ like you,” she said.

You gave her a puzzled look.

“Yeah, I️ like you too. But what does that have to do with anything?” you asked.

She inhaled sharply.

“No! Oh my God. I️ mean I️ like you like you. Like as in I️ have feelings for you. Romantic ones,” she said frustratedly.

Oh. That’s what she wasn’t telling you.

“Wait, really?” you asked.

“Yes! That’s why I️ asked you here tonight. I️ wanted to spend sometime with you alone, as in a date, but then you invited the whole pack,” she confessed.

Despite the chill in the air, your cheeks felt hot.

“I’m so sorry, Malia. I️ had no idea, but I’d love to go on a real date with you,” you said.

Malia smiled at you.

“Really?” she asked excitedly.

“Really,” you replied.

“And you seriously had no idea I️ liked you?” she asked.

“Nope,” you replied.

“God, you’re lucky cute."

[santastic]

the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

navigation || skz masterlist

Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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[multimetaverse]

Riverdale 5x03 Recap

Jellybean was born and raised in Riverdale though?? She only moved to Ohio after her mom left FP

Good on FP for doing what’s best for his daughter but probably should have told Alice beforehand that you’re skipping town

We’re ending this era of Riverdale as it began with Tom Keller as Sheriff. Hope he has a scene with his son tonight!

Jughead saying those kids almost looked innocent asleep was pretty messed up of him. 1) those are clearly homeless kids having to sleep in a fucking gym and 2) as bad as the voyeur vids were they still pale in comparison to the crimes that high school kids have been involved in over the years

Oooh man that Luke Perry is just brutal

It’s crazy to think of how far the show has come since that first scene of Cheryl and Jason Blossom in all white heading down to the river

Alice might be the most tragic living character on Riverdale, her life has just been wrecked over and over and over

It’s awful how realistic the army recruitment booth inside the school is. The Saved by the Bell reboot had a great joke about military recruitment of teens (it’s a much better show than Riverdale and I highly recommend it and it’s already been renewed for S2)

It’s nice that they brought Weatherbee back for the final high school eps

LOL at the Red Circle shade

The yearbook as a device to look back at some of the show’s history is clever. Also reveals how clearly chapter 79 which was supposed to be the S4 finale was also being written as a possible series finale

It’s very odd that Archie’s poor grades of all things are what the writers just to be realistic about. Nice of Weatherbee to let Archie walk with his friends though

Ladies and Gentlemen that could possibly be the last Varchie sex scene we ever see

Considering the US only abolished conscription after the Vietnam war, I don’t think those 4 students back in 1945 had much of a choice in joining the army. Although they lucked out with the timing since the war with Japan would end within months while they were still in basic training

Not Archie lying to both Jughead and Veronica about his post high school plans

FP telling Jughead he’s old enough to be on his own is rich considering Jughead was basically homeless and on his own in S1

Good on Cheryl for getting her red robe

Finally Tom Keller gets a scene with his son!

Omfg I can’t handle this Archie cover of Green Day

Yaas Penelope lurking in the bushes. I’m gonna miss that Queen, hope she gets out of jail soon enough

RIP Falice. It will never cease to amaze me that right when the obstacles that should have stopped Bughead such as their parents being in a relationship and their shared half-brother are swept away that Bughead is being broken up

Well good bye for now and maybe forever FP Jones. You were the best of the surviving fathers which is admittedly a hell of a low bar

Pop’s is rightfully restored to Pop Tate

Kevin mentioning Josie and the Pussycats threw me

I guess from now on we’ll always see Jughead without that stupid hat, that’s weird

These grad scenes have been surprisingly poignant but they fall flat when they include the wider group. How many lines have Kevin, Fangs, Reggie, and Sweetpea even had lately? Has Kevin done anything of note since Hedwig? We’re a long way from when he was Betty’s best friend. And what has Reggie been up to? I noticed his dad wasn’t at grad, is that because he’s dead? Is there ever gonna be a follow up on Reggie smashing his dad’s car?

Don’t have a great feeling about this vow

Archie sure knows how to kill the mood. The worst thing about Archie’s speech is its accuracy. The US military really does offer a path to a middle class existence especially for kids with no other options. The life outcomes for people without high school degrees are grim and Archie really is grasping the last, best way to try and turn around his life

This Choni breakup is so sad 

The CW is wildin out letting Betty take off her bra for sex. What a bizarre transition from tearful confession to sex. Perhaps the last Bughead sex scene we’ll ever see

Just realized that Vegas will very likely be dead by the time we pick back up in 7 years

These scenes would have more impact if the show had focused on the Archie/Jughead and Veronica/Betty friendship

Wow bringing the old car out for one last drive

These flashbacks are sad, especially the Luke Perry one

God I hope Nana Rose survives the 7 year gap

Jesus Christ, so Jughead had a home he could have stayed in but decided to squat at Archie’s instead??

Poor Jughead being the only one to keep the vow

Well this really is the end of an era. Riverdale will never be the same after this episode. From the promos we know that Veronica is married to a controlling wall street douche, Archie is wounded overseas, Betty is an FBI agent, and Jughead a writer. The crisis that brings them all back is Hiram dissolving the town of Riverdale for his nefarious ends

Veronica marrying a man who shares some traits with Hiram is not surprising though the fact that she’s married is interesting, both in that there’s no way that marriage will last and in how her husband is jealous of her past with Archie, it’s an easy way to start heading towards Varchie again if the writers choose. There’s no way that Betty would be get in to the FBI with a serial killer father and half brother but we’ll see what new killer the writers can come up with. It looks like Jughead is a tortured artist. I appreciate the costume designers for making Archie’s military uniform so retro that it looks like he’s being shipped off to Korea to stop it going the way of Red China 

Looking back it’s extremely bizarre that they did what they did with Barchie. It really served no purpose since they all would have gone their separate ways anyways

Well looks like Cheryl hasn’t been successful in thwarting Hiram. I would imagine that much of Veronica’s story after the time gap is her wrestling with whether to take on her father and to claim the Lodge legacy for herself once and for all. Archie had always been her guiding light in that regard and we’ll see if can play that role in the future

This 7 year gap brings the characters ages up to 25 which is much closer to the actor’s actual ages which will help in that regard. But time jumps are tricky and 7 years is quite a gap, double the length of time that these first 79 eps have lasted. Sadly, Riverdale was renewed for a 6th season but realistically the bulk of the series has now passed and whatever adventures the gang gets up to as adults will get far less time dedicated to them. Some sort of time jump was probably always necessary if the show lasted as long as it had but I’m skeptical that Riverdale can pull it off. Until next week Riverdalers

[mermaidssonshipss]

all my friends are fake

warnings: drug use, alcohol, fake friends, cussing, mentions of sexual assault/attempted sexual assault (there is one descriptive scene of the attempt that may be triggering, so please read with care).

pairings: jj maybank x reader with mentions of past rafe x reader (all characters are 18+ in this)

word count: 2,433 (okay well this is longer than i expected but still a blurb)

loosely inspired by “all my friends are fake” by tate mcrae

also i tried a different writing style kinda?? instead of referring to reader as “you” i’m trying out “her/she” and i think i like it. let me know how you feel about it?

Her eyes were moving across the room slowly, the drugs and alcohol floating through her system causing the movements to be slower than usual. Eventually, they fell upon Rafe, her lips turning up in a scowl as she watched the boy she once called her boyfriend press a neatly rolled hundred dollar bill against the expensive glass table in front of him, the white substance underneath passing through the crisp bill and into his nose. A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself off the crowded couch, stumbling slightly over someone’s foot as she maneuvered herself out of the large crowd.

Toppers voice could be heard, calling her to come over to him and meet some of his new friends. Her only response was to roll her eyes at the boy behind his back, acting as if she hadn’t heard him over the music. At every party Topper threw, he would show her off like a shiny new toy, his “best friend” who also happened to have the richest dad on the island. The low-cut ripped jeans she wore clung tightly to her legs, the feeling slightly uncomfortable now that she was hyper aware of the fabric scratching against her skin. She tugged at the bottom of her bright yellow crop top, letting out a huff as it just snapped back into its original place, resting above her belly button comfortably. As she passed through the crowd, hands grasped at her, caressing the exposed skin of her stomach and she let out an irritated sigh, pushing each of them away. Finally, she reached the door to the porch over-looking the ocean in front of Topper’s house and she quickly pushed it open, slipping through it and exhaling a loud breath as the cool summer air kissed at her sweaty skin.

Voices could be heard from under the porch and she raised her eyebrows, making her way to the railing to look under it. In the distance, her gaze fell upon 4 figures making their way to the house, and a small smile raised on her lips. The pogues always made an appearance at Toppers parties if they caught word of it, the tension in the air always thickening the second they were spotted, and she loved it. The pogues, to her, were a breath of fresh air on this shitty island, full of equally shitty people she was forced to call her friends. Every single person on this side was obsessed with money and status, and they didn’t care who they brought down in the process to achieve those things. She had always envied the pogues, though she acknowledged that life wasn’t easy for them and she was lucky, she wished she had real friends, ones that actually cared about her and not just her daddy’s money. Whenever she spotted the group, they had wide smiles on their faces, laughs passing between them easily as they just.. lived, without worrying about what everyone else thought about them, without caring. 

Eventually the four were out of her sight and entering the house, and she waited a moment before collecting herself and heading back inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of JJ.

She had been infatuated with JJ since she first moved onto the island, his blonde hair and care-free attitude immediately drawing her to him. He was the best surfer on this island, and he would do anything for his friends, which she admired. He was also the most attractive boy she’d seen, so she always went out of her way to catch a few glimpses of him. 

Suddenly, Rafe was in front of her, absolutely coked out as he stared down at the small girl in front of him, annoyance written all over her face. Of course, Rafe wasn’t the brightest boy she’d ever met, and he absolutely sucked at reading peoples emotions, so when he was pumped full of drugs, any logic he might have had sober was thrown out the window.

“Hey baby,” he slurred, his wretched breath blowing in her face. She gagged lightly, refusing to acknowledge him as she moved past his body and made her way to the stairs. Rafe was quick to follow her, his hand wrapping around her shoulder, almost causing her to fall down the stairs.

“Get off of me, Rafe,” she snapped, ripping her shoulder from his grip as she skipped the rest of the way upstairs. The upstairs of Topper’s house was always off-limits to other party-goes, and she always crept up them at one point, hiding in one of his guest rooms until she could sneak out without him guilting her into staying.

“Don’t use that tone with me,” Rafe’s voice was menacing as he spoke, both of his hands now grabbing her shoulders as he slammed her back against the wall, his body pushing her into the wall roughly. The back of her head smacked against the hard surface, her eyes going black for a moment at the impact, a ringing in her ears drowning out the party downstairs as she looked up at Rafe in disbelief.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She seethed, her tiny fists trying to push at Rafe’s chest and get him off of her, but he took one hand and held both of her wrists tightly, the other hand coming up and wrapping around her neck.

“You think you’re so much better than me, huh? Than all of us?” His voice was low as he spoke, but with each word his grip on her throat tightened, causing her to gasp for air, trying to wriggle her hands out of his vice-like grip.

“Rafe...” she managed to choke out, her eyes widening at the boy in front of her. He looked absolutely unhinged, his pupils blown wide, the whites around his eyes full of red veins, his hair all over the place, and she was terrified.

Eventually he let her wrists go, but the grip on her neck remained as he grabbed at her waist now, pushing her into the room across from him.

“What the fuck Rafe,” she screamed, her legs kicking violently as he raised her off the floor, his foot slamming the door shut behind them.

Her body was thrown on the bed and Rafe was quick to get on top of her, his legs pinning her down as he tried to rip her shirt off.

“I’ll fucking show you how good you are,” he muttered, his fingers ripping the fabric of the flimsy shirt when he realized he wasn’t gonna be able to take it off easily, “Stupid little slut, thinking you can just break up with me and get away with it? No one on this fucking island wants a dirty fucking whore like you.”

Her body was wriggling around on the bed underneath him, her arms slapping at him and trying to scratch at his face, her loud screams ripping through the empty room. Her throat was scratching at the intensity of her screams, at the way she was begging and pleading him to stop and get off of her. His hands gripped at the waistband of her jeans, her cries only growing louder, before Rafe’s body was suddenly being thrown off of hers.

She gasped loudly, propping herself up on her elbows as a mop of blonde hair could be seen dragging Rafe by the collar of his shirt.

“I’ll kill you right fucking now,” JJ’s voice was loud as he pushed Rafe into the wall, John B entering the room in a panic. He looked between her and the scene beside him before it clicked, and as Rafe went to punch JJ, John B stepped in, grabbing the lamp on the table by the door and knocking it into Rafe’s head. He stumbled for a moment before dropping to the floor, unconscious. 

JJ looked at her for a moment before his foot collided with Rafe’s stomach, the unconscious boy just flopping over onto his back fully, and JJ spit in his face before approaching her slowly, his hands raised in surrender as she looked at him with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he spoke softly before quickly pulling the short sleeved shirt he had on off and handing it to her shaking figure, “Put this on and we’ll get you out of here, okay?”

She accepted the shirt, quickly slipping it over her body, the shirt swallowing her up, the warmth and scent of it calming her down.

“What are we gonna do about him?” John B spoke from behind the two, his foot kicking at Rafe’s to make sure the boy was still passed out. He was. 

“I don’t fucking care,” JJ responded, slipping his hand into hers as she stood slowly, her eyes fixed on Rafe lying there, “I’m gonna get her out of here, take her home. Drown him in the bathtub for all I care,” she could hear the anger in his voice as he spoke, her gaze falling on his face as he looked at Rafe in disgust. He held his hand out towards John B, wiggling his fingers expectedly, and John B reached into his pockets, tossing him the keys to what she assumed was the van she always saw them in.

He muttered a quick “thanks” before looking at her, and she nodded at him, telling him she was okay, before they both made their way out of the room and down the stairs. He pushed her body behind his, his hand still holding hers as he intertwined their fingers and gave hers a gentle squeeze as she hid her face in the back of his shoulder, the two of them slipping through the crowd unnoticed. 

She let out a shaky breathy as JJ tugged her over to the van, opening the door for her to climb in. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to let the warmth of JJ’s hand slip from hers, before climbing up and getting in, JJ joining her a moment later as he shoved the key in the ignition and slipped onto the road.

“Thank you,” her voice finally rang through the silent vehicle, JJ jumping slightly before recovering, his eyes flickering over to her for a few seconds before returning to the road.

“Of course.” His response was simple, and she nodded her head before leaning it against the window, her hands resting in her lap as she tugged on the fabric of his shirt that was currently on her.

“How’d you... how’d you hear me? Weren’t you downstairs?” She let out a quiet hiccup as she spoke, wiping her nose as a few fresh tears fell.

“I mean I didn’t hear you, really. Saw you going up the stairs and I saw Rafe follow you and try to grab you,” he shrugged as he spoke, the hand on his lap itching to reach out and grab hers, “Something didn’t feel right. So I found John B and told him I was gonna sneak upstairs and check on something. Knew he’d come find me once he realized what I said, so if something was going on, I’d have backup.” Her head nodded as she listened to him, her gaze resting on the side of his face, making him slightly nervous under her stare, his heart rate picking up.

“I don’t think... I don’t think anyone else would’ve done that. They wouldn’t have stepped in. They never have before,” she whispered, tearing her gaze from the side of his face as she looked in front of her, the driveway of her house coming into view.

“Before? This has happened before?” He had parked the van now, his fingers digging into the steering wheel, watching as you nodded your head and shrugged, “I’ll fucking kill the bastard.”

“Don’t,” her voice was panicked as she rushed the word out, turning in her seat to face JJ who looked like he was about to explode, “It’s not... it’s fine. I’m fine. I have shitty friends, so what. I just need to be more careful around Rafe, I guess.”

“But you shouldn’t have to be careful. Thats not on you. He should be able to fucking control himself. And your friends should fucking say something, do something.” 

“They don’t care about me, not really, they never have,” she let out a dry laugh, and JJ looked over at the girl sitting in front of him, finally catching glimpse of who she really was. She looked back at him for a moment, neither of them speaking, before she coughed slightly and pushed the door open, climbing out, “thank you, again. I owe you, JJ,” her words were sincere, but JJ shook his head, also crawling out of the van and walking up to her.

“First off, you don’t owe me anything,” she had stopped walking, her arms crossing over her chest as the cold air licked at her arms, “And second, stop hanging out with them. Hang out with us. With me. Who gives a fuck what anyone else says, those people back there... they don’t deserve you. And if you keep hanging out with them, then I’m gonna have to show up at every party now to keep an eye on you, and we all know what usually happens when we crash parties on this side.”

She hesitated for a moment, thinking over what he was saying before deciding he was right. She was 18, she could make her own choices, and she was done pretending. All of her friends were fake, and she was ready to finally experience the kind of friendships she craved.

“Okay.” Her response caught JJ off guard, he was pretty sure she was going to say no, but he knew he had to say it anyway, just in case. A smile spread across his lips, his eyes lighting up, and the sight brought a smile onto her own.

“Okay,” He repeated, “Well. I’m gonna go back to the party and pick up the others and pray piece-of-shit is still knocked out so I can get John B out safely. You know where John B lives right?”

“Of course,” she nodded, watching the excited boy in front of her, and the events of the evening slowly started to become a distant memory.

“Cool. Be there tomorrow at 1pm. Welcome to the pogue life,” she laughed, agreeing to be there at 1, and soon JJ was heading back to the van, saluting her with two fingers before he took off down her driveway.

Maybe not all her friends were fake.

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep4 Thoughts *Spoilers*

Thoughts on Tonidale under the cut!! I’m literally so excited because they say this is a refresh and no bh or va as we all wanted!

- Seven years later and Archie is still dreaming about high school football. Never forget the highs and lows of high school football asdfgjkl; HE DREAMS OF CHERYL? Honestly I thought this was going to be a little cringe but this opening sequence was really, really good.

- SERGENT?! BRO-

- Archie reading to Jackson 🥺🥺

- Archie looks so fucking good though FUCK

- I wonder if Jackson will actually show up again in the season

- THE FIRST PLACE ARCHIE GOES TO IS POPS AS HE SHOULD!!!

- TABITHA AHHH. WHYTE WYRM BITCHESSS!!! MY OT3 IS TOGETHER AGAIN I MISSED TONI, SWEET PEA, AND FANGS!

- Knowing Kevin is on the other side of the stage alone and Archie didn’t go sit with him :( but that’s okay just LOOK AT HIS PUPPY FACE WATCHING TONI. ARCHIETONI BESTIES YUPPPP Toni’s smile at Archie 🥺🥺

- Of course the baby daddy’s a secret DAMN

- Pop Tate isn’t dead,,, Tabitha would be sad af. Plus I refuse <3

- Betty looks so good muah her breaking up with Jughead is the best thing to ever happen to her.

- “I caught serial killers in high school” and that above the face camera angle automatically makes me angry dhfjhsadfa. Why does her partner remind me of Charles. WAIT THAT TOUCH IGNORE THAT I COMPARED HIM TO CHARLES

- “Thai with friends” mmhm typical Betty lying hjkdfasf

- BETTY HAS A CAT? But does she always have to wear a FBI shirt to show she’s in the FBI lol

- Adult!Betty looks so fucking amazing though.

- Ahh yes Betty lying to people trying to help her smh off course

- TWO WEEKS IN CAPTIVITY? HE KEPT HER FOR TWO WEEKS? Her reaction to Archie calling her AHHHHH

- WAIT HE’S ACTUALLY HER BF?? I mean I think that’s probably against FBI protocol or something but idc her dating literally anyone but Jughead is so so satisfying

- The way I haven’t paid attention to the areas in the corner…

- “Little Chadwicks or Little Veronica’s” no❤️

- I’ve seen this scene so many times… anyways Veronica is still the baddest bitch we love the she-wolf of wall street.

- “The sex was amazing” lol meaning it doesn’t now.

- What accident… 

- HERMIONE?! I was surprisingly not expecting her omggggg awww

- “He’s vain, like Hiram.” So why didn’t Hermione tell her daughter that Chad was like Hiram and stop her form marrying him at all??

- CAN CHAD AND VERONICA STOP BEING KINDA CUTE?!??!

- HELICOPTER CRASH….

- The way Chad is on his knees for Veronica as he should be. WORSHIP HER AS YOU SHOULD!!

- NOT ANOTHER EGG ASDFGHJKL; wait but not her selling it IMMEDIATELY?? You have to wait for a little bit bc that’s rude. But it’s Veronica and it was from Chad so it’s okay 💞😂

- Jughead and Veronica both being in New York muah

- Petition for Jughead to never wear a robe again…

- JESSICA IS SO 💞💞💞💞💞 I feel so bad for her. But how did they get together in the first place…

- People still calling Jughead by his last name though is very interesting.

- This girl was reading Jughead’s book at a bar… lol yeah no

- Jughead immediately having sex with a girl he just met literally right after being broken up with… but also it’s hilarious because they have more chemistry than him and Betty ever did. GIRL TAKE THE S SHIRT OFF HE HASN’T WASHED IT IN YEARS

- SHE STALKED HIM ASDFGHJKL; GIRL- he thinks he’s about to die pls

- Jughead with messy hair ughhhh fuck- NOT HER BLACKMAILING HIM. He could literally just take the card away from her and she’d never know.

- Archie calling Jughead after Veronica I’ll take that as a crumb because I can

-  Archie thinking it was six years… did he actually meet up with BETTY only??

- SWEET PEAAAAAAAAAAA

- Kangs staying together they’re cute but how

- SWEET PEA DIDN’T GO TO COLLEGE MY HEEART NOOOOO :((((((((((

- TRUCKERS……… don’t tell me they’re running a kidnapping ring or something-

- Nana Rose still alive… how?

- Literally why is Reggie working for Hiram? It makes NO sense for Reggie considering Hiram left him to die when Fangs got shot… ugh

- Cheryl keeping tabs on Toni throughout the years mmhmmmmmm

- So Cheryl is replicating art pieces… is that how she goes to jail? If that’s even true?

- Archie calling Betty first muahhhh Barchie 💞💞💞💞

- Poor Archie it must suck to see a place he built bee all fucked up…

- Oh the fireman outfit makes sense now!

- Picken’s park rip

- Archie and Toni on a bike is everything I’ve wanted two ever see

- The way irl Hiram wouldn’t be able to stay mayor this long, it’d be four years…

- NOT THEE GHOULIES TAKING OVER HIS HOUSE

- Jughead is still bitter seven years later lmaoooo he looks so miserable

- Pop’s retirement party and Toni made it sound like he was dead djfhkafdskaf

- LOPAZ SITTING BESIDE ONE ANOTHER!! <3

- TABITHAAAAAAAAA I love her sm already

- This is why you don’t hop into random people’s cars or trucks

- BETTY’S MOAN IN THE SHOWER… BECAUSE OF ARCHIE YUP YUP!!

- Also The Walking Dead had the same villain for seasons (and he’s STILL alive for some reason that idk bc I stopped watching) and it decreased the quality of the show… if they don’t end Hiram FOR GOOD this season...

[scorpionwins]

I decided I must do the lord's work and replace Penelope with Hiram in the Midnight Club :)) because?? Me and @viknikisbae decided that Hiram and FP being besties in high school instead of Marty and Hiram, thus resulting in Hiram becoming Jughead's godfather, would be. Godly.

like, a Hiram and FP friendship low key gets to me; Because Hiram never had friends that didn't want something out of him before and FP had very few people in his life who actually stay

k so, in this AU, we already established Hiram pretends to me middle class to fit in better.

(the question is though, why? Wouldn't it make more sense for him to go to Stonewall? Though Hermione mentions that he's a self-starter, so that could mean Hiram IS in fact middle class or at least tries to make the climb. )

My best theory is that he's the Veronica of his time, eloping with his mother and running from his dad, despite living the silver platter life for most of his childhood) the thing is, he's a rich boy in mannerism, speech, demeanor, so it wouldn't take a genius to figure out he isn't from around those parts. But well,- FP tried a football scholarship for a reason.

FP gives the new boy in school a tour, when Junior year is about to start, and something about this kid seems... Odd.

"You from around here? Never heard peeps talk like you before. Maybe just Penelope. Spoiler alert, she's a bitch."

Hiram panics. "Lies! I speak the common tongue!"

".... Ooookay. I didn't catch your name."

Hiram remembers the sweet old man who gave him a lunch bag on his way to school, just because, all warm smiles and kind eyes. "... Ram. Ram Tate."

And like, FP feels a sense of comradery with this kid bc being part of the poverty-stricken population in Riverdale, in an upper class standardized high school, isn't easy work.

That whole "Guys like us, we get chewed up" speech he gives Jug? Imma need the same thing here

"Hey, you stand by me, and I stand by you, alright? Gutter rats stick together."

Hiram has mixed feelings about being labeled a rat, but he'll take it. Allies are important. "Agreed. Lead the way, peasant boy."

"Man, you're weird," FP laughs. "But I dig weird. Come on, let's ditch. I have a stash of Doritos in the janitor's office and a few expired cokes."

Hiram is NOT a normal teenager by any means, so he stares at this orange triangle-like supposed aliment. "What's this? Is this what poor people feast on? "

Their friendship grows over the summer; They laugh with one another and they have inside jokes, and special nicknames.

FP only refers to Hiram as 'Ram' and Hiram refuses to call his now best friend anything other than Forsythe, because the name is just too ridiculous.

But like. Emotional moments, too. We need that.

Like, a scene where Hiram and FP are drunk on the rooftop, at prom. He couldn't go with Fred, so he's not going at all.

And he's sad. He gets so sad when he drinks.

"Like, I dunno man. Maybe... Maybe I'm not like my old man, but I ain't any better. I'm barely making cuts, and Mantle's a jackhole, and... There's this voice in my head. It keeps saying 'You don't matter. Nothing you do or say or feel matters, and no one can be blamed for not giving a fuck about you. And that includes you.' Sometimes, I just... I just think it'd be better to let it win."

Hiram gets it. More than he though he'd do. He hums. "So then what are you left with?"

They want to dream together, escape Riverdale holding hands, not walking in parallel paths. But summer ends, and all good things end with it.

The lie is found out; Buf that's not what breaks them apart. What tears their friendship like an angry beast is that Papa Lodge is a horrible person, and Hiram doesn't have it in him to believe FP when his best friends tries proving it.

LIKE. It would be such a cool concept to me, if Hiram's dad was a bad person, but not a bad father. Hiram? Hiram was a kid, and couldn't process that. Couldn't accept that the man he loved and looked up to was made of deceit and lies.

"WHY would I lie about that Ram?! I'm not YOU!"

"because that's what you've ALWAYS wanted to do, wasn't it?! Making me think we're some kind of,- wonder duo, partners in crime, end of the line bullshit! But all of that changed the moment I say a little lie! Spoiler alert, Forsythe, lying is what I DO! "

"Why now, though?" Fred chimed in, standing by FP, strong, but still gentle. "Why would he lie NOW, Ram?"

"Because! He can't handle the fact that he's not better than me, always been jealous of me, and I won't ignore it any longer!" And he looks at FP like HE'S the one destroying them. "Our friendship was a lie. And it ends tonight."

Hiram sees the truth too late. His father finds him and his mother, takes them back to New York, and suddenly, its clear. The bruises on his mother's skin, the business meetings in the basement where only Papa Lodge walked out of, the crying people begging and drumming at their door.

FP was right. And now it didn't matter.

He picks up the Lodge family pistol, the same he picked years ago, when he was a man before a boy, and points it at the smirking face of his father. "No traitors among wolves; That's what you've always said, isn't ?"

"Aye, mijo. You're a man at least," his father chuckles. "Come on, get on with it. No emotion. That's what business is."

Hiram is 17 when he kills his first man; "And so, the golden prince of Riverdale chose guns over roses"

it really does make me sad that Hiram and FP are essentially platonic Tom and Sierra; They're best friends but their social status and economic differences put a damper on their friendship which is SAD.

Like, years later when Hiram is back in town and FP confronts him, I want him to say "You know, you're right; We aren't the sins of our parents. Some of us are worse.''

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Together Again

Word Count: 1,451

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate (briefly), Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little fluff at the end

Request by @lula132 : Hey! Could I request an imagine where reader and Derek Hale break up and they're sad and stuff, so the rest of the pack try to get them back together, please?

A/N: Requests are still open :)

Masterlist

You laid uncomfortably in bed, shifting your position every few seconds. It was about 3 in the morning, and you had to get to school by 5. You felt lonely and empty, but you tried to hide it. 

You decided to turn on your phone. You had three missed calls from Scott, from only 5 minutes ago. You saw he left you text messages.

(Y/N)! Help!

Stiles! We need you!

You read the texts, worried. You quickly got out of bed, changed your clothes, and left.

------

You looked at the location Scott sent you, it was the old Hale house. You wondered what they could’ve been doing there, but instead, you were too worried that something bad happened. You reached for the door, but right before you opened it, you heard a familiar voice.

“(Y/N)?”, Derek said.

Your heart nearly stopped as you turned to face him.

“W-What are you doing here?”, he asked.

“I, uh got a text from Scott.”, you replied.

“Me too.”, Derek replied, suspicious.

The two of you walked in and saw that both the boys were okay, including Stiles.

“Scott, what’s going on?”, you asked, annoyed.

“Well, you and Derek are both here! Now you can talk to each other.”, Scott said.

You heard Derek sigh. You felt a pang in your chest but ignored it.

Not this again you thought.

“It is 3 AM in the morning. If any of you guys are even a second late to school, I will give you a month’s detention,” you said, crossing your arms.

“What?! You’re not even gonna talk to each other?!”, Stiles exclaimed.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Stiles. People break up all the time.”, you said, annoyed.

“B-But-”, Stiles started.

“No buts. (Y/N), sorry that they’re idiots. You can go back home, there’s nothing to do here.”, Derek said.

“Bye. And see you both in class tomorrow.”, you said to Stiles and Scott before leaving.

You took a deep breath before sitting in your car. There was no chance you were gonna go back to sleep. Instead, you went home and prepared for the day.

-----

You walked into your classroom, to see your entire class there, except Scott and Stiles.

You walked over to Malia. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?”, you asked.

“I don’t know.”, she shrugged.

“Well, they have 59 seconds to get here before they get a month of detention.”

“Oh. Did they try to get you and my cousin back together?”, she asked.

“So you know.”, you replied.

“They’ve been planning it for some time. And, Derek is miserable without you. He might not admit it, but he is. And so are you.”, Malia said.

You sighed, before walking back to your desk. Scott and Stiles had 15 seconds to get there.

“We’re here!”, Scott yelled as the two of them ran into the room.

“We’re on time!”, Stiles said, out of breath.

“Sit down.”, you sighed.

Then, you began teaching.

------

“Scott, Stiles, stay back a minute.”, you said, after the class was released.

They both gloomily walked to your table.

“You guys need to stop this. It’s getting ridiculous,” you said.

“Okay, but-”, Stiles started.

“No buts. One day you guys are gonna be in serious trouble, a-and I’m not gonna believe you. You’ve pulled this too many times.”, you said.

“(Y/N), stop pretending that you don’t miss him. We all know you do. We can see it. And he misses you too. He just doesn’t wanna admit it.” Scott said.

“Don’t kid yourself. We were together, and then we broke up. It happens.”, you gave them a sad smile.

“Okay.”, they both replied, looking down.

“Thank you. And, go home and get some rest.”, you told them.

“You’re gonna let us go?”, Stiles asked.

“Both of you will go home, nowhere else. I’ll tell your teachers you weren’t feeling well.”, you said.

“Really? Thanks, (Y/N)!”, Scott exclaimed.

“School hours, boys.”, you reminded them.

“Right. Sorry, Ms.(Y/L/N).”, they both said before leaving.

You took a breath before moving on for the rest of your day.

------

It was nearly 6. You stayed back to grade some papers. You were finally done and you started making your way to your car. You then realized you had a flat tire, and you left your keys inside.

You sighed before heading back into the school. It was about to start raining and you didn’t wanna be out in the cold. 

You called for a replacement tire. You tried to open the door to the school, but it wouldn’t open. Then, you realized it was locked from the outside, and you were locked outside.

------

“Tell me again, why are we going to the school right now?”, Derek asked, annoyed.

“Stiles forgot his backpack.”, Scott answered.

“And you can’t take your jeep?”, Derek said, crossing his arms.

“It can’t drive in this weather.”

“I swear, is this is another attempt with (Y/N), I’ll murder you both.”, Derek said.

“It’s not! We promise. Besides, it’s 6. (Y/N)’s already home.”, Stiles said, before sitting back in Derek’s car.

“Right.”, Derek said, before driving off.

------

You waited and waited before getting a call saying that the roads are packed, and there was no way they could get it to you within the hour.

You stood there, shivering. It started raining harder.

------

Derek pulled up to the school, before noticing you, sitting on the ground outside, shivering.

“I told you guys, no more pranks.”, he said angrily, motioning to you.

“Derek, we swear, it wasn’t us. I-I don’t know why (Y/N)’s  here.”, Stiles said.

He listened to Stiles’ heartbeat, before realizing that he wasn’t lying.

“Go get your backpack.”, he said. He exited the car, running to you.

------

“(Y/N)!”, you heard Derek call. 

You got confused and got up.

“Derek, what are you doing here?”, you asked.

“A-Are you okay?”, he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said.

“What were you doing here in the first place?”, you asked.

“Stiles forgot his backpack.”, Derek said.

You sighed. 

“The school’s locked, Derek.”, you said.

You gave Derek a frustrated look. Now, you were both soaking wet and shivering.

“(Y/N), oh hey.”, Stiles said as the two of them walked to you and Derek.

“I’ve had enough of this. I told you guys already! Just leave it! Maybe we had something before, but it’s gone now! Understand what I’m saying! We are not getting back together. Stop trying.”, you yelled at them.

You couldn’t stand to look at Derek, not when you were about to cry.

“(Y/N), w-we didn’t set this up, I promise. W-We didn’t know you were here.”, Scott said.

You rubbed your head before looking down.

“Just go. I have to wait for my tire replacement.”, you said, your voice low.

“I’ll drop you home. Scott and Stiles are gonna wait right here, for your tire.”, Derek said, giving both of them a death stare.

They both nodded.

“Okay.”, you replied, your voice low.

You got into Derek’s car and drove off.

-------

Derek pulled up to your house.

“I can’t just leave you like this. You’re soaking wet and it’s basically my fault. Just come in for a few minutes.”, you said.

Derek agreed as the two of you walked in.

-----

You felt the tension between you and Derek. You gave him a towel and some clothes he left at your place.

“(Y/N).”, he said.

“Yeah,” you replied.

He looked down.

“Did you, uh, did you mean what you said before? At the school?” he asked.

“Yes. No. I-I don’t know.” you said.

“Oh.”, he replied.

“Derek.”, you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You looked down.

He walked to you, holding your hands up.

“I-I still love you.”, you whispered. 

“I still love you too.”, he said, holding your face in his hands.

“I-I thought you didn’t want me back.”, you said, your voice low.

“And I thought you hated me.”, Derek replied.

“I could never hate you.”, you said.

He wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m sorry.”, he said.

“Don’t be. You were doing what you thought was right.”, you gave him a small smile.

“And I still hurt you. I always hurt you.”

“No, you don’t, Derek. You care about you. You protect me. You could never hurt me.”

“I missed you so much.”, he admitted.

“I missed you too. I haven’t been able to sleep.”, you said.

“Me neither.”, you both chuckled softly.

“(Y/N), will you take me back?”, he asked.

You didn’t say anything. Instead, you pressed your lips against his.

“Does that answer your question?”, you looked up, smiling at him.

He smiled before kissing you again.

[steal-yourdadsgender]

Don’t Change, Not Yet

Pairing: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Synopsis: "The calls kept happening again, and again. But the first call was the only time she heard his voice. She usually got a call from him only once a month. They never tried to say anything, tried to make up for anything. Jughead would call when the moon had been up for at least a solid hour, and Betty would answer. She would always answer. Then they would sit, thousands of miles away, yet together."

or- during the time jump, Jughead and Betty call one another until there fateful reunion in Riverdale.

It had been seven years since they had last seen each other. So much had changed. Jughead was a published author, and his beanie was long forgotten. Betty was an FBI agent and no longer wore her hair up in her signature ponytail. It now hung low by her hips. It was longer than Jughead had remembered it.

Jughead saw Betty first. He had gotten off his bus and walked the remainder of the way to town. As Archie had said on the phone, the town was one large dumpster fire. Jughead would be surprised if there was even anything salvageable in this big heap of nothing. But the one thing that managed to stay the same was Pop’s. That was where he saw her. She seemed to be the first one there of the people that Archie called. Jughead distantly wondered if Archie called her first.

She was talking to Pop Tate and she was as gorgeous as ever. In fact, seven years did her unexplainable favors. Even at 25 now, she seemed to radiate a youthful glow that should have been distinguished many years before.

He was walking up the parking lot and couldn’t seem to move his eyes from what he could see of her. But he knew in the back of his head, no matter how much he reached for her, he could never have her. She was always just out of reach. And he didn’t even know if she was reaching for him either.

When he opened the door and the familiar bell rung, that’s when she saw him. She turned, her hair swinging with her body, and her eyes sat on his. He expected something to happen. Like how they describe it in the books. The fireworks or the electricity. But all her saw were her eyes. Even when everything else had changed around them, her eyes stayed the same. The same warm, inviting eyes that he fell in love with ten years ago.

Betty didn’t expect to see Jughead when she turned at the sound of the bell. But there he was. He looked so different, yet exactly the same. His beanie was nowhere in sight and he had light stubble growing just above his lips. Betty feels an involuntary sigh escape her body at the sight. It was still Jughead. He may have different style clothing, and be a published author now, but she also saw the stiff, awkward shoulders and the guarded eyes. She used to see it every time they went out somewhere together. Social anxiety.

“Betty. Hi” he mutters and she nods. Not Betts, or Juliet anymore. Just Betty. She couldn’t say she blamed him. The last time she had even heard his voice was six years ago. It was a year after they had all departed Riverdale and late into the night. She was studying when she got the call.

Assuming something bad had happened, Betty picked up the phone. But all she got on the other end was a drunk Jughead. He rambled to her about god knows what. Betty wasn’t even sure he knew he was talking to her until he said her name. “Betty?”. His voice sounded so broken when so said it, yet so full of hope. Like one large, thousand-piece puzzle. He was shattered, but there was the hope of being put back together again. Only to be broken once again and shoved away to collect dust. It had hurt her to hear him like that.

But she responded. She had said, “Yes, Jug?”. She whispered it, as if scared to loud of a noise would scare him away.

“I love you”.

That was all he said. After he uttered those three forbidden words, the line was silent for a deafening two minutes. Betty didn’t dare hang up the phone, dangling on that last thread of hope that he would say something else. Anything at all.

But he didn’t. The line stayed quiet for two hours before she fell asleep. Even though not a word or noise was heard, Betty knew he was there. Even drunk, Jughead had sat by his phone, listening to her faint breathing, knowing she was there too.

The calls kept happening again, and again. But the first call was the only time she heard his voice. She usually got a call from him only once a month. They never tried to say anything, tried to make up for anything. Jughead would call when the moon had been up for at least a solid hour, and Betty would answer. She would always answer. Then they would sit, thousands of miles away, yet together.

It wasn’t as tensed as the first time, as the numbers of calls slowly grew. Betty would occasionally pick up a book, or she would listen to the soft clicking of Jughead’s typewriter as he wrote. Betty distantly wondered if that was the typewriter that she gifted to him that he was writing with. Jughead would work on his book, knowing his inspiration was so far away from him, yet right there as well. When the time grew on the line, Jughead would occasionally hear Betty humming to herself. It was a beautiful sound, one that would have small colorful birds singing back in some invisible fairy tale land.

There was a soft calm between them during these calls. And yet, even though they didn’t speak a single word into their phones, they would count down the minutes that they could call again, and miss each other when the phone hung up.

Neither directly hung up on one another. Sometimes, Jughead would stay awake longer than Betty and hear the soft sighs of her sleep. Or when Betty stayed awake longer, she could hear Jughead’s incoherent mumbling on the other end. But she could never make out any words. When the calls ended, it was usually because a phone was dead in the morning.

This routine lasted for five years. It started one year after they all left, and ended suddenly one year before they all returned to Riverdale.

Betty never received a reason for the sudden ghosting, if that’s something she could even call whatever’s been going on between her and Jughead, and she felt no need to ask. Maybe it was better that way, she thought, having no idea that was what Jughead had thought to himself before she stopped calling.

Now, here they are. Standing before one another once again, feeling more connected than they should.

“Hey, Jughead”.

Neither one makes any move to say anything else, or more any closer. They simply studied one another.

Finally, it’s Jughead who breaks the silence. He nervously clears his throat and narrow his eyes. “Archie call you?”, he asks. He doesn’t break eye contact with her once as he spoke, and she doesn’t attempt to either.

“Yeah, this was the first time I’ve heard from him since he left for the army” she agrees, and shoves her hands in her pocket nervously.

Jughead felt a small, guilty amount of pride at that. That’s he’s heard from her more than Archie. That maybe, just maybe, she still loved him just as much as he loved her.

Six years ago, may have been the last time betty has heard Jughead’s voice, but it wasn’t the last time Jughead heard Betty’s. About three years into their calls, he heard her voice once again. He was asleep and woke up. It had been late into the night, maybe two in the morning. She must have assumed he was still asleep, because she was talking very fast and very much to him.

“… and I’ve been lying to my therapist, and everyone about it. My own mom doesn’t even know. Does that make me a bad person? Not telling my mother about something like this?” she clearly didn’t expect an answer, as that was the only logical reasoning for why she was talking at all.

Jughead now wished he had answered her. Or said something, anything. He had learnt what she meant a month later in the news. The Trash Bag Killer. From what he read, the guy had her for a few weeks at most. At some point, he had to just stop reading.

Even with the minimal makeup Betty wore now, he could see the bags hidden under her eyes. She could hide anything from anyone, but not from him.

“Me too. It’s been radio silence from everyone. Except, well…” he says. Betty answers quick and sharp, “Yeah, I know”. Her tone clearly conveyed she didn’t want to talk about it. Which was fine with him, because he wasn’t exactly in a Chatty Cathy mood about that particular subject.

“What about Veronica, you heard from her?” Jughead asks, and Betty shakes her head. Unsure of himself, he moves around and pulls himself into a booth. “Can I get you anything?” the waitress, her name tag read Tabitha, asked. Jughead could swear that name sounded familiar.

“No, I’m good. Thanks” Jughead mutters as Betty sits beside him.

“No burger anymore, Jones?” Betty asks and he rolls his eyes. “Things change” he whispers simply.

“Yeah, I know” she replies, copying his simple tone. It frustrated him and he didn’t know why. They both equally gave up one each other. Yet there was a nagging feeling in the back of his head asking one question. If they gave up, then why keep calling? Why keep answering?

When night fell and they all went their separate ways, Betty didn’t expect the call from Jughead. After all, they had just seen one another again. It would make no sense for him to call her. Yet, as Betty was dusting off a cup from the kitchen cabinet, her phone rang.

And, without hesitation, she picked it up.

They supposed, the entire world could change, but they wouldn’t.

The End

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