#sorry if you feel ignored/have sent multiple but also life has horrors and i am a full-time student taking like 20 units lol

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dou you ever answer asks?

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[feralnumberfive]

TUA Season 3 Wishlist

Hello everyone! Since Season 3 was announced to start filming in February of 2021, I thought that it would be fun to make a wishlist of songs that anyone would like to see in the new season. I'm quite passionate about music and often think of songs that I personally believe would fit the show well. I know a lot of others do this too and thought that it would be fun to share our beloved songs with the fandom!

Guidelines/Information

You may submit as many songs as you want!

You may submit them to my ask box or send me a message (I don’t bite!)

You may request not to have your username by your song(s) but if not I your username will be attached to your song(s).  | Ex. “Help!” by The Beatles @feralnumberfive   OR   “Help!” by The Beatles “Anonymous” 

The songs don’t have to be by the original artist. If you’re submitting a special version or cover of the song, please specify that

Feel free to attach scenarios for your song(s)! They can be as brief or as detailed as you want them to be, but please try to keep it to one paragraph or less for your explanation | Ex. “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance ((Scenario: Five killing tons of enemies. He’s gone mad with anger and glee. The horror of those being slaughtered, seemingly by a teenager)) |

Some lyrics really hit hard, y’know? Similar to the scenario guideline, feel free to submit a song and lyrics from that song that you think would match a character/specific scenario | Ex. “Evil Woman” by Electric Light Orchestra (I think the lyrics, Evil woman how you done me wrong, but now you’re tryin’ to wail a different song, would match Diego’s mixed feelings on Lila if she returns in S3)

It’s not required that you have a scenario/lyrics with your submitted song(s), so no pressure! Some songs just give off good vibes that fit with the atmosphere of the show. You can even submit songs and simply say (This gives off “Character name” vibes)

You can even just name a band! Some bands have tons of bangers that just match the vibes of TUA or of a TUA character

The scenarios don’t have to be serious, they can be odd or fun!

If a song is requested more than once, I will add the amount of times it was requested in parenthesis next to it 

If you see a song on the list that you really like, you can send (+1 for “insert song title here”) and I will add a tally to it

If you see a song on here that does or does not have scenario/lyric(s) and you think “Oh yeah I can imagine a scenario/lyric(s) for this!” go ahead and speak up! If requested, I will add your username to the scenario you created. If you’re not comfortable with having your username next to your scenario, I will simply put you as “Anonymous.” Same thing with the username and “Anonymous” if you want to tack on that a song gives “Character name” vibes | Ex. Song by Artist “username of person who submitted it” (Scenario: blah blah blah) || (Scenario: blah blah blah) by “username” || (Scenario: blah blah blah) by “Anonymous” || (Lyrics: blah blah blah) by “Anonymous” || (This song gives of “Character name” vibes) by “username” |

This will be open until the Season 3 Soundtrack is released (It will be fun to see if any of the songs in this wishlist are actually on the official S3 soundtrack!) 

The guidelines will be updated as the wishlist progresses. Most of the time I won’t reply to the song requests sent through my ask box, but I certainly will add your requested song(s) to the list. If you see that I haven’t added your song(s) after updating the wishlist, please reach out to me. Don’t be afraid to ask me any questions! 

Here’s the Playlist created from the Wishlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6QRajb4Nap3hjjs2KcWQYc

Wishlist

Gimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! by ABBA @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: Five rescuing his siblings))

Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles @feralnumberfive ((This song gives off Vanya vibes)) 

Rich Kids by New Medicine @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: The Hargreeves arrive in 2019 to find that they have been replaced. The Sparrow Academy quickly springs into action and attacks The Umbrella Academy)) 

Lonely by Palaye Royale @feralnumberfive ((Lyrics: | So sick and tired of being alone, so long, farewell, I’m on my own | I feel like these lyrics represent Klaus feeling alone due to his siblings ignoring him and him being a living person haunted by ghosts)) by @feralnumberfive 

Toxic by Britney Spears “Anonymous” ((Scenario: When they are all talking about Reggie))

girls by girl in red “Anonymous” ((Scenario: When Vanya is talking/thinking about Sissy))

WAP by Cardi B “Anonymous” 

Manic Monday by The Bangles “Anonymous” ((Because 4/1/2019 and 11/25/1963 were both Mondays, so the s3 apocalypse should be too))

Just the Two of Us by Grover Washington Jr. @feralnumberfive

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance @feralnumberfive | but really everyone in the UA fandom wants this | ((Scenario: Any fight scene with Five going ham))

Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: Something sad))

Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: The siblings get into deepshit™ and have to fight their way out of it))

Dear Wormwood by The Oh Hellos @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: Evil/Sparrow Five returns back to his family or Five struggles with his killer urges and impulses from his killer DNA))

Bit by Bit by Mother Mother @feralnumberfive

Lay Me Down by The Oh Hellos “Anonymous” ((Lyrics perfectly fit Five: “Fire and brimstone fell upon my ears, as their throats of open graves recited fear, like the bullets of a gun they drove my tears, and my feet to run the hell out of here”//“I was born a restless wayward child”//“I owe it to my brothers to carry them home”))

Vampire Money by My Chemical Romance "Anonymous" ((Gives off Klaus vibes))

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother @burnyouwithacigarettelighter ((Lyrics: | I died in your arms tonight, I slipped through into the afterlife, | Would totally fit anything to do with Ben’s death))

Oh Ana by Mother Mother @burnyouwithacigarettelighter ((Scenario: Any scene with Five just generally being a badass and/or the rest of the siblings!!))

Black Sheep by Metric  “Anonymous” ((Lyrics | Our common goal was waiting for the world to end, now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend you crack the whip, shapeshift and trick, the past again, | Which is SO five and anything about the commission or the apocalypse OR | I’ll send you my love on the wire, lift you up every time, everyone pulls away, from you,” | For luther/the siblings perspective on him.))

Everybody’s Gotta Live by Love @feralnumberfive​ ((Gives off Five vibes and also a bit of the siblings in general))

I’m Gonna Win by Rob Cantor @feralnumberfive ((All of the lyrics match Five so well))

Running In The 90's by Max Coveri/Maurizio De Jorio @latinofireball ((Scenario: For an Umbrella and/or Sparrow family dance))

The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance @fandoms-or-life ((Scenario: Group fight))

Hayloft by Mother Mother @bi-ginny-weasley ((Gives off Five vibes and would be great in a fight sequence)) 

bad idea! by girl in red @pr-ingles 

Silver Lake Queen by Diplomacy @purplegrapefruit ((Scenario: Any woman-being-badass moment, bonus if it's all the girls and Klaus))

Blackbird by The Beatles (accidentally replied without getting your name, sorry about that feel free to reach out to me again :[ ) ((Scenario: I am really intrigued by the Sparrow in the comics who could turn into a flock of crows. I think Blackbird could be a good song for her. Especially since its about the yearning to be free which I think will come to pass with at least some of the Sparrow Academy members. It could be played in a moment when she is considering how trapped she and her team/siblings are under Reginald))

Cold Cold Cold by Cage The Elephant “Anonymous” ((Scenario: Maybe for a fight scene or the end of an episode when everything has gone tits up))

Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood @b99detectivealpaca ((Scenario: Anything related to Reginald)) 

Footloose by Kenny Loggins “Anonymous” ((Scenario: Dance scene that will inevitably happen))

Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne “Anonymous” ((Scenario: Also for the dance scene that will inevitably happen))

Rät by Penelope Scott @sukker-sugar ((Scenario: Sth related to reggie, and specifically with the lyrics | Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good | They taught me everything just like a daddy should |))

Time Warp (Cover from CAOS Soundtrack) by Ross Lynch, Jaz Sinclair, Lachlan Watson, and Jonathan Whitesell @theladyfae ((Scenario: A random scene in a club where everyone's dancing to it but then it cuts to the siblings fighting against multiple enemies))

Waiting For The World To End by Mother Mother @feralnumberfive ((Gives off Five vibes and the lyrics match him so well))

1983 by Neon Trees "Anonymous" ((Just gives off Season 3 vibes))

Skyfall by Adele @fudgemutt ((Scenario: For when the whole Umbrella family comes together and works as one, and specifically the lyrics | Let the sky fall, When it crumbles, We will stand tall, Face it all together, At Skyfall | ))

Dirty by Grandson @fudgemutt ((Scenario: An epic Five fight scene, and specifically the lyrics | Do you have enough love in your heart, to go and get your hands dirty? | ))

The Day Before You Came by ABBA "Anonymous"

Tiger by Abba @notmireelname

Tropical Loveland by ABBA @notmireelname

Twisted by Missio @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: Give loses his goddamn mind))

Heart Of Glass (Cover by Miley Cyrus) originally by Blondie @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: Five losing his mind and thinking about his family or something to do with Klaus cause it gives off Klaus vibes)) 

Without Me by Alec Chambers “Anonymous” ((Scenario: Five finally snaps at his family after they continuously blame him for their problems))

Something’s Gotta Give by All Time Low @enjoltairesimp ((Scenario: A badass fight scene, preferably one that includes Diego))

Any songs created by Mother Mother (not a song, just a statement) @enjoltairesimp because it would be amazing 

Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles @enjoltairesimp ((Scenario: A reunion scene with Klaus and Dave)) 

Music Of The Night by Andrew Lloyd Webber (either version from the Musical or Movie) @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: Five either turning to the dark side or being convinced to do something "bad"))

A Good Song Never Dies by Saint Motel @life-needs-abit-of-madness ((Vibe of the song is so good)) 

Hotel California by Eagles Everyone in the UA fandom ((What else do we need to say? S3 will match Vol. 3 Hotel Oblivion of the comics. It's an absolute killer bop that needs to be in S3))

Cold Cold Man by Saint Motel @life-needs-abit-of-madness

La Jolla by Wilbur Soot @sukker-sugar ((Scenario: Either someone dies (but like klaus in s1, they get resurrected) and we see this in the background while they talk to god, or we see the siblings lounging around and talking about what they'd do after the shenanigans™ are over with that in the background ))

When I'm Sixty Four by The Beatles @feralnumberfive ((Something with Five))

Just A Girl by No Doubt @feralnumberfive ((A badass scene of any girl character fighting//bonus if it's Allison or Vanya since they're the only two girls in the Umbrellas))

You're The Devil In Disguise by Elvis Presley @life-needs-abit-of-madness ((Scenario: A fight scene))

You Don't Own Me by SAYGRACE @give-the-boy-a-hug ((Scenario: Someone's walking away after a fight))

Ballroom Blitz by Sweet @feralnumberfive ((This would be soooo good for a fight scene with dancing or a fight scene in general))

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! By Will Wood and the Tapeworms @feralnumberfive ((Would be awesome for a fight scene))

My Generation by The Who @feralnumberfive ((Another fun song for a fight scene))

Hopelessly Devoted To You by Olivia Newton-John @feralnumberfive ((Either the siblings' or just Luther's feelings towards Reginald))

You’re The Best by Joe Esposito @feralnumberfive ((Scenario: Either Luther, Diego, or even the whole family having some sort of montage of overcoming their issues))

Rumor Has It - Adele @alex-mercerss ((because what better song for Allison to have playing for it, plus I’ve seen it mentioned a few times somewhere))

Show Me How to Move - The Elwins @alex-mercerss ((this is such a fight scene song no matter where you put it))

Really anything off of Let Live and Let Ghosts by Jukebox the Ghost @alex-mercerss​ ((half of this album was literally written about the apocalypse))

2econd 2ight 2eer by Will Wood and the Tapeworms @feralnumberfive ((Could absolutely imagine Five losing control and killing to this song))

As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese “Anonymous” (( I think it would be good where five is having a flash back to the apocalypse or he sees his family die but he cant do anything bc the cube is making his fear come out therefore it is just a hallucination))

I Heard A Rumor by Bananarama @uuhhhhwhat ((Scenario: A scene where Allison is sad and thinking about Ray and/or Claire))

There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of It Yet by Panic! At The Disco "Anonymous" ((Scenario: A Five fight scene))

Are You Satisfied by MARINA "Anonymous" ((could work for anything Luther related because the lyrics describe him so well))

[twokinkybeans]

Ten Grand - Starker Stripper/Prostitute!AU

Find it on AO3 here

One thing Kim and I love to do is throw AUs and fic ideas at each other. When I told Kim how I needed a tailor!AU in my life, she offered to write it for me as a gift! (See the first part of our fic exchange series!) Not much later I sent her a video of a sexy dance choreo on YouTube and as we started throwing ideas at each other I offered to write her a stripper!AU. And that’s how it all started, whoops!

Summary: It was the worst jokey birthday gift Tony could ever have imagined. At least, that’s what he initially thought when Rhodey dropped him off with a handful of cash at the hotel with a sex worker waiting for him in his room. He had opened the door with remorse, only to find a boy, no- a young man, bent over… his books. When Tony walked in, he figured he got the wrong room, but the student scrambled and threw his books off the desk, profusely apologizing for losing track of time. The young man was absolutely beautiful. Brown curls framed his face playfully, his jawline could cut stone and his wide, brown, horror-filled eyes glimmered. Tony could tell from the way his muscles bulged in his shirt, that he was strong. When Tony eyed the books’ titles, he noticed the boy was smart too. Tony had scoffed.

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Ten Grand

“Mr. Stark!” Devon, the bar’s lean, balding host, welcomes the billionaire with open arms and a wide grin. “It’s always like clockwork with you, isn’t it? The usual?” Tony doesn’t bother to reply. He simply nods and passes Devon to saunter to his usual spot. His poker face and reflective sunglasses, that he definitely doesn’t need in the dim light of the bar, unbothered and unmoved by the ladies showing off their skills on the pole. He’s not here for them. No, he’s here for someone else entirely…

-  

It was the worst jokey birthday gift Tony could ever have imagined. At least, that’s what he initially thought when Rhodey dropped him off with a handful of cash at the hotel with a sex worker waiting for him in his room. He had opened the door with remorse, only to find a boy, no- a young man, bent over… his books. When Tony walked in, he figured he got the wrong room, but the student scrambled and threw his books off the desk, profusely apologizing for losing track of time. The young man was absolutely beautiful. Brown curls framed his face playfully, his jawline could cut stone and his wide, brown, horror-filled eyes glimmered. Tony could tell from the way his muscles bulged in his shirt, that he was strong. When Tony eyed the books’ titles, he noticed the boy was smart too. Tony had scoffed.

“Is this part of the whole act?” Tony vaguely gestures at the young man, the books scattered on the floor and then at the bed. Next to it, multiple toys had been splayed out. Tony also noticed a large duffel bag, not so carefully hidden in the wardrobe, with a uni sweater sticking out of it. “I- I’d be lying if I said yes. I’m sorry, I really am, I shouldn’t have-“ The boy’s voice is sweet and it has Tony wonder why he of all people is in this business. Tony brushes past the student, who is frozen in place. “Quantum mechanics…” Tony lazily picked up one of the books from the floor and opened it on the page the boy was on earlier. He angles his head so he can glance over the edge of his tinted glasses and uses his eyes to point at the sweater peeking out of the duffel bag. “MIT?”

The student nodded and looked at his feet, obviously embarrassed by all of this. Probably scared he wasn’t going to get paid. Or laid. “Kid, what are you doing here?” “Peter,” the young man muttered. “Excuse me?” “My name is Peter, Mr…” “Stark.” Once again, the boy’s- Peter’s- eyes went wide. “T-Tony Stark?” “What news. Answer the question, kid.” Tony gave Peter a stern look and the student blushed a bright red. He was in a room with the Tony Stark. He gasped quietly at himself when he realizes that he was going to have sex with the Tony Stark. At least, that’s what was supposed to happen. With how things are going, he figured he could probably kiss that dick goodbye. “Money and a roof over my head.” Peter sucked at his teeth. “And the sex. Lots of it.” “Can’t a fine young man like you get plenty of sex at those frat parties- wait did you just say you don’t have a place to live?” Peter ducked his head between his shoulders, the blush creeping to his ears. Tony Stark just called him fine.

“It’s not a cheap uni. Thought I could cope. Don’t have time for three jobs and this works perfectly. And no, people aren’t as interested in me in college as the men are at Stiletto’s.” “Stiletto’s?” “It’s the bar I dance at every Thursday. It’s how I get clients like you.” Peter fiddles with his fingers, not daring to look Tony in the eye. “How I get to sleep in a bed instead of under a bridge. Never mind the great sex.” Something in Tony snapped when Peter said that. “You sell your body for a bed to sleep in? Every night?” He tossed the book on the desk and took off his glasses to actually look Peter in the eye. The student/prostitute shook his head. “I’m one of Stiletto’s most expensive dancers. One evening of stripping in the bar and one night of sex and I’m set for a week.” “And you don’t mind it?” “I don’t.” Peter smiled briefly and took a daring step into Tony’s personal space. “I love it actually. Love making people feel good.” His hands crept up to toy with the buttons of Tony’s shirt and one corner of his mouth curled upwards, baring his teeth in a seductive smirk. “Want me to make you feel good, Mr. Stark?” The boy lowered himself, keeping his hands on Tony’s chest before pressing his fingers into him and drawing them down as well. When he got to his knees, his fingers curled around the hem of Tony’s trousers. The billionaire was enraptured by the sudden shift in Peter’s demeanor. How he went from shy university student to daring sex worker. It did things to Tony. Things he would never admit out loud. Tony grabbed Peter’s hands and pulled them off him. The boy looked up at him wide-eyed, unsure if he did something wrong.

“Can I pay you not to have sex with me?” Tony cocked his head. “And for you to study and get a good night’s rest?” Peter blinked a few times, barely believing what the older man said. “What?” “You were obviously studying for a midterm, I went to MIT, I know how it goes. You can use those hours of study more than my dick.” “But your appointment-“ “Wasn’t set by me.” Tony smiled and bent down slightly, cupping the boy’s jaw. Peter leaned into it instinctively and closed his eyes. His lips parted and he let out a shaky breath. “Go be a good boy and get a high grade.” Tony let go of Peter’s face and tossed the stack of money Rhodey had given him on the desk next to the physics book. Then, he walked straight out of the hotel room again, leaving the uni student confused… And turned on.

-

The next Thursday, Tony found himself wandering the streets around Stiletto’s. He’d called, requesting for “a night with Peter,” which would- to him- obviously end up with Tony only showing up to make the payment, so Peter can sleep peacefully for another week. The bar owner, Devon, had smugly said that he doesn’t pimp like that. That if Tony wanted Peter, he should come and claim him on the Thursday night. Disgustingly enough, Tony was told it would be like an auction. Whoever paid the most got to have Peter. But Tony wanted no one else to have Peter. He wanted Peter to himself. Figuratively speaking, of course. He was only doing this to keep Peter safe. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. There were no ulterior motives. None at all.

The first time Tony saw Peter dance, he was blown away. The confidence oozed off the boy’s body as if it was melted honey. His hands played with his hair as he swayed his hips. He shrugged off the jacket to reveal that Tony was right. The boy is ripped. Tony watched the entire performance as if he was put under a spell. Peter is skilled and strong and- and… flexible. Tony’s mind betrayed him when he imagined all the positions he could bend the boy in to fuck him raw. The man forced himself to ignore his aching cock. He wasn’t here to have sex with Peter. He was here to… To take care of him, yes. Financially. When Peter spotted him, the boy seemed a lot more nervous than he was before, which resulted in less clientele at the end of the night, since he couldn’t look away from Tony as his moves turned more hesitant. Tony took that opportunity to sweep in and win the auction. Not that he ever wouldn’t win, he thought to himself.

The goal was for Tony to drop Peter off at the hotel with the cash and then drive away again. But on the ride back they started talking. And talking. And talking. And Tony realized that the boy could keep up with him. Peter didn’t just go to MIT because he was smart. He went to MIT because he’s the smartest. Their conversations were pleasant and Tony found himself in the hotel room with Peter, but not for what one would expect a prostitute and a client to do. No. They talked more. About everything. Science theories, projects they were both working on and even just… Life in general. Tony learned Peter had no one left but his aunt, who could barely afford to take care of herself. Half of what Peter earned went to her. The rest is spent on his education and the hotels.

When Peter had fallen asleep on the bed, his angelic face slacked and relaxed, Tony turned off the lights and left. He also left a bit of extra cash, deciding for himself that he can’t just get involved in Peter’s life like this. That he couldn’t just pick up every puppy he found on the side of the road. It would be better if Tony just left Peter to do his own thing. Right? Not so much. Tony spent the entire week thinking about his conversations with Peter. How nice they were and how good they made Tony feel. How much he felt understood. Not to mention the sensual dancing Peter had done on that stage. Tony would never admit it, but he got off to the memory of Peter humping the floor in nothing but a highly impractical see-through PVC pair of underwear that still conveniently hid his balls and dick more often than not. The way Peter licked his teeth open-mouthed and rolled his hips. How he showed off the crack of his ass as he twerked in the clear plastic. But no. Tony shouldn’t get involved. He should let Peter go. It would be the best for the both of them.

However, weeks passed by and every Thursday, Tony found himself back in the same spot, at the same time, whiskey glass in hand, to watch Peter dance. And boy, could he dance. His body is toned, the lines of his muscles incredibly evident as he rolled his body to the music, humping the air in nothing but a red pair of short shorts, black stiletto boots and a tight white crop top. Sometimes he wore a bow tie over ripped denim jeans, the slight lace peeking from the holes betraying that he was wearing lingerie under it. Fuck. It had Tony’s cock strain against the inside of his pants. Every single week, Tony won the auction, paying more and more with every session. As hard as his dick was for Peter’s body, his boner stood tallest for the friendship he slowly developed with Peter. They spent entire nights talking to each other in the bed of the hotel room.

As always, Peter did try to get into Tony’s pants, wanting to repay the man for everything he does for Peter. Tony always refused. He wanted Peter to do well in school. He wanted Peter to thrive. He wanted to hire Peter for Stark Industries. He… He truly wanted Peter to himself. Tony couldn’t bear the thought of Peter having sex with other men. How Peter would present himself as he gets fucked by a different guy every week. Tony wanted no one else to touch the boy. His boy. Peter was his. And he would take care of him. Tony noticed Peter’s growing frustration, though. After nearly three months of being financially supported by Tony- three months of weekly conversations that lasted until the early hours, Peter admitted that his balls were bluer than ever before. Tony had laughed at that. Told the boy to get off in his own time. But Peter didn’t want that. Peter wanted to get off on Tony’s time. And so he tried to. He simply started to palm himself through his jeans and moaned. “You’re trying to get a reaction out of me,” Tony said and the boy smirked. “My job is to have sex with you, daddy- do you mind if I call you daddy?” Tony’s cock immediately sprung to attention and Tony swore quietly to himself when he saw Peter noticed.

“I don’t want your sex,” Tony said with a stern nod. It felt like the biggest lie he’d ever told. “But daddy, what if… What if I want yours?” Tony ran out of the hotel room that night, leaving Peter rejected and alone. They both knew Tony wanted it. However, neither of them knew what was holding Tony back. They flirted constantly. Tony was very pro-active with that. And Peter actively flirted back. After their blooming friendship, something else had sprung into a bud. Something more. And where Peter imagined his tight hole to be filled by Tony’s big cock, Tony imagined his big cock filling Peter’s tight hole. The math was simple really, yet Tony held back. He still had this sense of dignity that he had to keep. As if pretending to the owner of Stiletto’s that you fuck his diamond in the rough every single week instead of just giving him money so he can study in peace isn’t enough proof that Tony doesn’t actually care about his dignity.

Because if Tony truly wanted Peter to just do well in school, the man would have told him to stop dancing. He would have told Peter to quit his job at Stiletto’s, that he would support the boy financially, maybe through a scholarship, to get through uni. But no. Peter knew exactly why Tony didn’t do that. He liked to watch the boy dance. Liked to get achingly hard and refuse himself the pleasure of having sex with him. As some sort of punishment. Peter knew Tony thrived on buying Peter, knowing the boy was his and his alone. That he would put up a show every Thursday night to give the men at the bar leaking cocks at the sight, only for Tony to bite his lip and put down another smack of cash so he could take Peter home. To own him. To deny the other drooling men the delight that is Peter’s presence. It was a power fantasy that had Peter jerk himself off to under the shower stream on a near-daily basis. He was Tony’s. Tony’s alone. And shit, did he want to get fucked by him. So bad.

-

But now, even though Tony left Peter by himself in the hotel room after the boy confessed he wanted more out of their relationship, Tony is back in his trusty armchair at Stiletto’s, waiting for his boy- his Peter- to strut down the stage and put up a show. And onto the stage he came, donning his red stiletto ankle boots, black shorts that hugged his body so nicely you could see the outline of his cock, and Tony’s favorite shirt: a black mesh crop top. Covered, yet incredibly exposed. The holes are large enough for Peter’s nipples to poke through.

When Peter spots Tony in his chair, he grins and licks his lips, winking playfully and throwing his head around while he pushes his hands through his hair. Tony’s breath quickens immediately and his dick twitches. He spreads his legs slightly and leans back more. Peter pulls out all the stops that night. Tony knows exactly why. The boy still wants to get in his pants. But with everything Peter’s been doing, Tony isn’t sure how long he will be able to hold back anymore. His own sexual frustration is growing by the second and Peter is so hot climbing the pole. The loud beat thrums through Tony’s chest at the same pace at his heartbeat, which he can practically feel thumping through his dick at this point. It’s hard and leaking and he holds his breath when Peter throws his head back as he presses his clothed cock against the pole and moans . He’s never moaned on stage before, not like this. Obscene and filthy and hot. Tony downs his double whiskey in one shot, knowing he will regret it.

The sweat on the boy’s skin glows under the fuchsia and royal blue stage lights, highlighting his toned and engaged muscles as he climbs and climbs. He hooks his leg around the pole and lets go, keeping himself from falling with just his clenched muscles. Tony stares at how Peter practically flies. It’s not long before he changes moves, still going in circles as the pole turns. The boy shows off his strength, his flexibility and how absolutely gorgeous he is. The lights create an aura around Peter’s head. Tony wants to pull at the soft, brown curls. Use them to keep the boy’s mouth on his cock as he face fucks him until tears roll down Peter’s cheeks. Peter captivates the audience with his increasingly more sexual performance. He slowly slides down the pole, his dick pressed between it and his abdomen. When he lands, he rolls his body a few times, creating friction. His half-lidded eyes still haven’t left Tony’s reflective glasses and his jaw hangs slack as he sticks out his tongue, curling it upwards.

Peter lets go of the pole and almost lazily walks away from it. He sits down on his knees with his legs spread and starts playing with his nipples while biting his bottom lip while he slowly rolls his hips to the slow, sensual beat. One hand travels down, tracing the lines of his hard cock through the tight shorts. The performance is practically soft porn at this point, but nobody is stopping him. Nobody wants to stop him. They’re all staring at how Peter’s teasing himself. One would think it’s to get clientele. Tony knows better, though. The billionaire’s jaw is clenched, eyes locked with Peter’s. Peter can only see his own reflection in the glasses, but he knows Tony is watching him. Knows Tony only has eyes for his Peter. The boy never looked away from him. Not even for a second. They know what they both want. All that needs to happen now is for Peter to tear down Tony’s defenses. And shit, Peter’s a wrecking ball of insane proportions.

Peter rolls over, stretching out his legs and pointing his feet to the ceiling. When he’s on his back, he puts down his feet and brings up his hips to thrust upwards, hips rolling. His hands are still tweaking his erect nipples Tony swallows when he sees Peter swearing under his breath. Peter rolls further, back on his knees, resting on all fours, still staring intently at Tony. He puts his hands on the floor, expertly arching his back and sticking out his butt. He licks his lips and winks at Tony before raising one hand off the floor to push it down his chest, tugging at the mesh crop top before palming at his dick again. Peter glances at Tony’s evident hard-on. The mistake Tony then made, was to cover it with his hands, to hide it from Peter, but the sudden pressure had him gasp. He knows what would happen if he just…

Tony squeezes his eyes shut for a second and suppresses a groan when he cups his hard shaft through the fabric of his pants. It doesn’t take long before he realizes what he’s doing and he opens his eyes again. He wants to let go of his dick. But Peter. Peter… The boy is crawling towards him over the stage. Crossing his arms in front of him and arching his back with every step. He effortlessly glides down the platform and saunters over to Tony until he hovers over him. Tony stares up at Peter. The boy is panting, sweating, and he’s hard . So hard, Tony can see the slight wet spot in his shorts. “May I?” Peter breathes out, staring down at Tony with his chin angled up. Tony presses his lips on top of each other. The entire situation is incredibly overwhelming. The thrumming bass, the smoke seeping off the stage, the alcohol coursing through Tony’s bloodstream, the colored lights framing Peter’s body and- fuck- Peter’s body. Glistening and toned and oh, Tony wants to touch it. Touch him. All of it feels like a dream. A dream Tony never wants to end. And there’s only one way for it to continue.

Tony nods. Brief. Curtly. And Peter’s immediately all over him, not making any physical contact, as per the rules, keeping his distance but pushing into Tony’s personal space deliciously. He rolls and sways his hips, staring at his reflection in Tony’s glasses. Peter rolls his nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and he jolts involuntarily at the surge of pleasure shooting through his body. He finally gets to make Tony truly feel good. He can sense it. Tonight’s the night he’s going to get fucked. And he wants Tony to be as desperate for him as he is for Tony. He turns and turns, making eights with his hips until he can slowly twerk his ass right in front of Tony’s face. He puts one knee on the armrest and leans in until he’s sure Tony could smell his arousal.  

Peter pulls back again, standing up on both legs, slightly further apart than needed, back still facing Tony. His hand reaches down, wrist curling under his crotch so his spread fingers rest on his ass. He slowly leans forward again, keeping his legs straight, using his index finger to draw circles around where his hole is. His flexibility allows him to make eye contact with Tony again, while folded against his legs, upside down. He bites his lip seductively and purses his lips into a kiss, before coming back up again. Tony is unreadable, save for his thumb rubbing circles on his hard shaft. Peter is winning this, he knows. Maybe he has already won. In any case, he wants to drag this out for as long as he can. And so, he brings up the hand he just groped himself with and starts sucking on the index finger. He closes his eyes and moans around it, hips bucking involuntarily once again.

According to the rules, Tony is not allowed to touch Peter until he pays for him. But he doesn’t care anymore. Peter finally did it. He broke Tony. And thus, Tony will break the rules. He reaches forward and grabs Peter by his wrist, aggressively pulling the boy into his lap. Peter gasps surprised, but doesn’t wait. Doesn’t hesitate. He immediately grinds his crotch into Tony’s and they both moan obscenely, finally finding the friction they were both yearning for. Tony lets go of his empty glass, which shatters on the floor, and he grabs Peter’s face with both hands to guide the boy towards him. The salty taste of Peter’s sweat invades Tony’s mouth when their lips crash on top of each other. Peter grabs hold of Tony’s shirt, whimpering soft, sweet sounds as he pushes himself even further down into Tony’s crotch. “Took you long enough,” the boy grins against Tony’s lips. One of Peter’s hands creeps up to take the reflective glasses off Tony’s head. He gasps when he sees Tony’s black eyes, pupils dilated with lust. The billionaire can only growl, wrapping his arms around Peter’s neck and pushing his hips up to meet Peter’s. Around them, the other audience members are booing, but neither Peter nor Tony care.

“Tony!” Devon shouts from a distance, taking big strides towards the two of them. The death glare he sends Peter goes unnoticed; the two men are too caught up with each other to see it. Tony knows what’s coming, though. He will be kicked out for breaking the rules. Maybe banned. There will always be paying customers for Peter. Devon doesn’t need Tony to make money, regardless of how rich the man is. Peter however… Peter could truly get into trouble. Since, well, he broke the rules too. The boy will definitely get a strike. Might even get fired for this stunt. However, Tony won’t allow Peter to get scolded. “Keep kissing me, sweetheart-” he whispers as he turns his head to Devon, who is – as expected – followed by two security guards. “Need your lips on my skin, Peter- I need you-“ “Need you too, daddy-“ Peter licks right under Tony’s jaw, near his ear. The man’s mouth opens wide at the name and his entire body spasms with pleasure.

“Ten grand-” Tony groans. Devon stops in his tracks and stares at Tony with wide eyes. He raises his hand to stop the security from tearing the two apart. Peter still ruts himself against Tony, kissing the man’s neck feverishly. “Excuse me?” Devon’s eyebrows go up to where his hairline would be if he wasn’t bald. Tony fumbles, grabbing his black credit card from his inner pocket. He traces one corner of the card over Peter’s back up to the mesh crop top and the boy moans, goosebumps spreading over his body. “Peter’s mine,” Tony growls. “Ten grand.”

Devon could never go against it. If he refuses, he will miss out on all that money. The most Peter had ever gone out for, for one night, is four grand. And that was for Tony, two weeks ago. No one in the audience would be able to go over the ten grand. Devon would have to choose between his principles and between the money and, like the true pimp he is, he picks the latter. He stomps towards Tony and grabs the credit card from the man’s hand. Tony immediately moves his hand back to caress Peter’s body and he continues kissing Peter. Desperation is evident in both of them. Devon puts the ten grand on the card and within an hour, Tony tosses Peter on the bed of his hotel room.  

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“Knew you’d let go for me one day, daddy,” Peter sighs seductively as he stretches himself out over the bed. Tony pulls the boy’s stilettos off his feet and discards his own shoes with them, right next to Peter’s uni books. “Wanted to let go for you since day one, you filthy slut,” Tony growls. Peter moans at the nickname and clutches his mesh crop top, hips bucking up into thin air. Tony pulls Peter towards him by his ankles and jumps on top of him, knees resting on the bed to keep Peter from finding friction. “A vixen, that’s what you are.” He bites into Peter’s bottom lip and the student arches his back. Tony keeps the boy in place with his hands by pressing down Peter’s wrists into the mattress. “Why don’t you fuck my pussy, then, daddy? I’m ready for you.” Peter grins, angling his head up to look at Tony through half-lidded eyes.

“Vixen!” Tony pushes out through gritted teeth as he suddenly lets go of Peter’s hands, grabbing the boy’s cock through the thin fabric of the tight shorts. He squeezes it and the wet spot in the short creates a squelching sound. A high pitched whine falls off Peter’s lips at the sudden attention. “D-daddy!” Peter’s eyes roll back, but he collects himself fast, whimpering softly as Tony continues to slowly rub the boy’s cock in his outfit. “So much money spent on me…“ Peter smirks. “Was it worth it?” Tony’s other hand crawls under Peter’s mesh top to pinch his nipple. Peter whimpers at the sparks shooting through his body and he can’t help but buck upwards into Tony’s touch. The man leans down and sucks a hickey on Peter’s neck. The student is already seeing stars. He can’t believe this is happening. He’s wanted this for so long. “Every p-penny, Peter Parker.” Tony softly suckles on the spot he just bruised. Peter is intoxicating. So sweet, yet so filthy.

Now that Tony’s finally allowing himself the pleasure, he doesn’t want to wait any longer. He lets go of Peter and throws off his jacket and starts fumbling with his shirt. “Get your clothes off before I rip them off that pretty body of yours.” Peter obeys immediately, knowing that he will get what he craves sooner rather than later. Tony’s belt buckle clanks as he aggressively throws it away from him. His pants drop to the floor and he kicks them off. “On your hands and knees, slut. Now.” Peter’s now freed cock twitches and he turns, presenting his bare, pink asshole to Tony. When the man had found the lube, Peter doesn’t know. He’s too drunk on arousal, too caught up in his own lust, to really realize what is going on. The only thing he knows for sure is that he wants to get fucked by Tony. Hard and rough. Peter hears Tony squirting the lube behind him and before Peter can make a comment about Tony being slow, he gasps as he feels a finger probing around his entrance.

“O-oh!” “This what you want?” Tony growls, squeezing Peter’s ass with his other hand. Only the tip of his index finger slides in, but he immediately takes it out again to rim the boy’s hole again. Peter whines and pushes himself towards Tony, wanting the man to go in further. “Yes, yes-yes-yes, daddy, please open me wide, fuck me, fuck me-“ “Ohh,” Tony coos, his lubed up finger sliding down Peter’s crack all the way until he’s at the boy’s balls. He traces unrecognizable patterns on them and Peter can’t stop himself from making filthy noises. It feels too good to keep quiet. “So desperate…” “As are you-“ Peter pushes out, earning himself a hard slap on his butt cheek. The sting has him gasp and buck forward. He throws his head back, feeling his cock spurt the tiniest bit of precum at the pleasurable sensation. Tony gently rubs the pink-turning skin and grins. “If you want daddy’s cock, you’re gonna have to be a good boy.” He brings his finger back to circle around Peter’s hole again and Peter sobs once. “Please, daddy- want your cock- need it- fill me, fuck me, please-“ His entire body is shaking under the attention and he tenses up when another slap hits him. “-AH! D-daddy, want to be your good boy, please- please, tell me how to be your good boy.”

Tony smiles and leans in to press a kiss on top of the pink outline of his hand on Peter’s ass. At the same time, he pushes his finger in again, further this time. Peter moans, but he doesn’t move back, trying to stay as still as possible. Tony doesn’t move either. He just pushed his finger in, waiting for Peter to unclench and adjust. “Tell me who you belong to.” Tony’s voice rumbles, vibrating through Peter’s body. “You, I’m yours-“ Peter moans. Tony seems to approve as he slowly starts to pump his finger. The sensation has Peter gasp. He clenches his jaw in an attempt to at least kind of control the noises that fall from his lips. “Then why do you keep selling yourself?” The question was sincere, yet paired with an increase in thrusts. Tony wiggles his finger to open Peter up more and the boy’s body is once again glistening with sweat. “B-because I want to dance for you. Make you hard for me. And- And I know you’ll buy me,” Peter says breathlessly. “Want only you to buy me. Want no one else to touch me.” “That’s right,” Tony groans, adding a second finger and scissoring them, which causes Peter to let out a high pitched whine. Tony’s other hand massages Peter’s ass like it’s dough. The slapped, sensitive area sending jolts of pleasure through Peter’s body. “I don’t want anybody else touching you either. You know why?” Tony’s fingers start curling, looking for Peter’s sweet spot. “C-cause I’m yours, daddy-“ Tony leans in to growl in Peter’s ear. “You’re mine.” Tony continues thrusting into Peter and the boy finally gets a good view of Tony’s cock, hard and aching. “You’re my Peter. My slut. My good boy.”

When Tony speaks the last word, he finally grazes past Peter’s prostate, causing the boy to open his mouth in a silent scream. “That’s it, sweet slut-“ Tony groans. “Look at you, so hot and wet- so close, almost ready for my cock to fill your little hole, isn’t that right?” Peter nods aggressively, eyes closed, barely able to speak as Tony mercilessly attacks his prostate, adding a third finger. “Y-yeah, feel so good, yes- please- fill me- please-“ Tony’s hand leaves Peter’s cheek and works to slicken his own cock, partially with the lube and partially with the precum at the tip. He continuously gives Peter the attention he craves, while stroking his shaft and lining it up with Peter’s hole. “Well,” Tony quips. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Before Peter can ask what’s going to happen, Tony takes out his fingers and immediately replaces them with his dick. A low grunt escapes his lips as he pushes himself into Peter, finally feeling the boy envelope him. Peter yelps, clenching and unclenching instinctively around Tony’s throbbing cock. He feels so deliciously full. He pushes himself down until they bottom out. The real thing was nothing like what their imaginations had come up with over the past few months and they both chuckle at how mundane it is. How normal. Yet, it’s absolutely perfect. It’s not long before Peter starts wiggling his butt; a silent plea for Tony to start moving. The man does so, and he grabs Peter’s curls, the one thing he’s wanted to do the most, to have the boy arch into him. They pant and moan and groan and grunt and slowly but surely the room is hot and heavy with their sex, the sound of skin slapping together at the intensity of Tony’s thrusts only adding to how horny both men are.

“Take me so well, boy, so good for me, so tight-!” Tony leans down to bite into Peter’s shoulder. He growls. “Daddy’s little slut!” The change in angle has Peter scream. “Right there, oh god, daddy yes, I’m your slut, please don’t stop, right there, right there!” Tony yanks at Peter’s hair, causing the boy to moan obscenely once more. “God, Peter, you’re so filthy- who would’ve thought that a sweet MIT boy could be so disgustingly hot.” Peter can only nod in agreement. He’s a filthy whore, he knows. And he loves it. But now… Now he’s Tony’s. Only Tony’s. “Wanna be yours forever, Mr. Stark-“ Tony thrusts particularly hard at the mention of his name. “Do you, now?” He breathes out with a scoff and a grin. “Want to be my sugar baby? Want me to spend my money directly on you and not on some pimp who takes half?” The mere thought has Tony increase his pace. It still enrages him that not all of his money went to Peter and now, with Peter’s request, his wishes might actually come true. “Daddy- please, yes, I want that, want-want-want-ohhhhhh!” Peter can’t finish a coherent sentence, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Peter wants Tony. And Tony wants Peter.

“Wanna move in with me? Make me show you all the corners of the tower, fuck you dumb, take you in every position?” Peter nods and nods and nods. “Dumb slut, wanna be yours-“ “Good boy, good, good boy, oh fuck!” Tony exclaims. His movement is becoming more erratic; he’s losing his rhythm. “Wanna talk with you for hours and hours and cuddle and watch movies and ask you to help me with my studies and fuck- fuck- want you to fuck me-“ Peter pants. “Own me.” The fact that Peter thought of more than just sex for the two of them had Tony seeing stars. He’s right on the edge, but he doesn’t want to come before Peter does, so he ignores his own white-hot desire and moves his arm around Peter’s waist to grab his cock. The boy squeals at the sudden attention on his shaft. “Want that too, sweet Peter, want to teach you everything I know, want you to help me with my projects, teach you how to cook a meal, want to fuck you raw- want to make you come so hard you can’t walk for days-“ “Daddy, I’m so close!” Peter yelps, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching around Tony’s cock while the older man pumps him without remorse.

“I know you are, baby boy, it’s okay-“ Tony tenses up too and groans as he does everything he can to hold back his own orgasm. “So dirty, so beautiful, so hot, shit, Peter, you’re so fucking hot- Wanna come for daddy?” “Yes, yes please, wanna come so bad- daddy please-“ “Good boy, such a good boy for me, come, Peter, come for your daddy-“ Peter tips over the edge with a scream. White spurts of lust cover the hotel bed sheets and Tony’s hands and Peter clenches down on Tony’s dick, causing the older man to fill up his Peter with cum. They yell each other’s names in unison and it’s not long before Tony collapses on top of Peter. The student loses balance and lowers himself into his own stickiness on the sheets. But he doesn’t care, the afterglow of his orgasm still coursing through his veins.

They remain quiet for a bit, relishing in each other’s presence while Tony is still sheathed inside Peter. They both smile, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the skin of the other. After a short while, Peter finally speaks. “Did you mean it?” he whispers. Tony looks at him with his big brown eyes and sniffs once, before he grins. “What- the moving in?” Tony cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah.” “I did. I wanna take care of you, kid. For real.” Peter doesn’t reply straight away, which gives Tony the opportunity to ask his counter-question. “Did you mean it?” Peter looks down, nodding shyly. “I want to be just yours, Mr. Stark. If you’ll have me.” Tony smiles and presses a soft kiss on Peter’s forehead, twirling the boy’s hair between his fingers. “Oh, sweet Peter,” he coos. “I’ll have you any time.”

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[daylighteclipsed]

“This is another reason most of future lost rights” May we hear your thoughts?

Now that I have officially finished watching the original Steven Universe series, I have many Thoughts about the continuation. Prepare for some detailed salty takes.

-- My biggest gripe is that Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst lose pretty much all of the emotional intelligence they gain in the original series to maximize Steven’s suffering.

So like the gifset that prompted this ask for example, where Garnet realizes she’s hurt Steven with her future vision and apologizes? Makes her reaction in Future to realizing she hurt Steven again OOC. The OG series also teaches us and Steven that Garnet can’t see definites, because there’s so many possibilities, and the future’s always changing, and the future can always be changed. So her line about how there was no universe where Steven didn’t propose to Connie as her reason for why she didn’t try to stop him, is bullshit.

The Volleyball episode gives away that Steven is clearly not OK, and Pearl does nothing about it. Neurotic, mother hen, let’s make a plan Pearl does not ask Steven if he’s alright and makes 0 plans to train him to control his new alarming powers. Pearl, who now has a better sense of how trauma works because she has it herself, who we have seen in the OG series suspect Steven is dealing with some post traumatic stress after being taken to Homeworld and reach out to him about it, does not in Future reach out to him after he expresses blatant distress over having to deal with more of his mom’s problems. I’m supposed to believe this? Seriously?

And Amethyst? I think she’s the most obvious offender since a big part of her arc in the end of the OG series is emotional maturity.There’s a whole episode dedicated to her putting Steven’s feelings first. Acknowledging the pressure he’s been under and the shit that’s been dumped on him for years and the horror of finding out Rose was a Diamond which makes him a Diamond and recognizing that he’s not OK. He can’t be. Learning that Steven deals by distracting himself with other tasks and people. But sure when Amethyst notices Steven throwing himself into his work in Future, her response is just “When did you become such a prick?” Yeah. Totally sounds right.

There is a whole arc about these two emotionally connecting through their insecurities and the strength they find in having each other to relate to and rely on and confide in. It is one of my favorites in the entire story. And it is totally thrown out a window in Future. If no one else you’d think at least Amethyst would reach out to Steven in Future before he spirals, but no.

Literally it’s like the entire Gem trio’s emotionally sent back to square 1 and their perception’s lowered to 0, which is lower than it was to begin with, because it was the only way Future could work. Seriously, after Prickly Pair nobody tries to talk to Steven? Nobody insists they need to talk about what the fuck just happened? Nobody goes after Steven when he runs away, twice?! Once after crashing the van with his dad inside, in which he disappears for 3 whole days. Another time after talking about how they can’t help him anymore, which is really alarming! Then they all just let Steven go when he returns from Homeworld glowing with Diamond pupils?! are you kidding me, are you fUcking KidDing me am I supposed to believe they’re even his friends in Future what the fuck I hate this 

-- And framing everything like the Gems have never been there for Steven? Hate that too. There’s countless episodes in the OG series proving that’s not true. Steven himself says it’s not. At one point that’s what keeps him from literally falling from the sky.

“I just need something that makes me happy, something I can always depend on to cheer me up. My guys. They spent all night out here just to keep me company. No matter how much I mess up they’ll be there to help me.”

It’s the biggest reason why the Gems are foils to the Diamonds!

“Remember back when I was little and maybe kind of annoying, and I couldn’t come along on adventures? You guys would still drop everything to hang out with me.”

Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst begin kind of oblivious and inattentive, but they don’t stay that way. They are always learning, and apologizing, and changing when they realize their behavior is harmful. To themselves, to the team as a whole, to strangers, to Steven. They do very early in the series start setting work aside to spend time with him. Together breakfast (which ends up meaning so much to Garnet that it becomes her wedding cake), mini golf, cards, board games, movies, the arcade, the amusement park. They’re Steven’s band in beach-a-palooza. They become, not only better caretakers, but his friends.

A team. For the main Crystal Gem quartet so much of the show is about them learning to become a team by learning to understand each other and helping each other grow, leading to a stunning display of teamwork in the finale with Garnet, Pearl, Amethyst, and Steven all fusing together into one kickass warrior, Obsidian. It’s so perfect that this didn’t, couldn’t, happen until the end, after all that development. It’s so satisfying.

-- Like I mentioned before, there’s no reason why the Gems, including the others like Peridot, Lapis, and Bismuth, wouldn’t try to help Steven learn to control his new powers in Future.

-- A lot of the, uh, conflicts Steven faces in Future also feel ignorant to the OG series.

Steven in future: i just feel like i can’t make mistakes in front of you guys and cant be honest cause its mean and i have to be nice and perfect :(

Steven in og series: oh geez I really messed up sorry guys; [feels like the worst Crystal Gem cause he’s always fucking up]; (Garnet: You’re making Pearl very upset) “IM very upset!“; “What Rose wanted--ARGH! What about what I want?! I’m sick of you always lying to me!”; “Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! Everyone’s been acting awful too!”

Steven in future: idk how to be a friend to someone who’s not a miserable sad sack with no direction in life

Connie: hey what the fuck

What was the point of all the townie episodes if we’re going to act like Steven never connected with the human part of his life why would the og show bounce between gem eps and human eps if not to show how Steven connects with both worlds ad’g;ajfgjfagjLAFKJS

Steven in future: why didn’t my meddling advice work? this has never happened before. am i losing my touch. who am i

Og Steven, multiple times: aaAAAAAH I SHOULD NOT HAVE MEDDLED AND PUSHED I MADE THINGS WORSE

- Why wasn’t Mindful Education revisited? Steven’s a fusion technically, right, so if he’s feeling, you know, deeply conflicted about his 2 halves, doesn’t that mean he’s out of harmony? There’s a way for 2 halves of a fusion to communicate through meditation and address what’s causing the imbalance, but I guess that would’ve solved Steven’s problem too easily. That’s the only reason Connie’s kept out of Future for so long too, right? Ugh. Never mind the fact that Mindful Ed taught Steven that it’s really important to face upsetting thoughts and feelings and traumas before they tear him apart. But whatever! what ever

- God this isn’t even half of the issues I now have with Future, but I don’t want this post to be 8 miles longer than it already is. Basically I feel like Future does a disservice to the characters and story being told in the original series, which I am very fond of now. It reminds me of an OOC fanfiction. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I really do not want to argue about this. It’s just my opinion. I’m kind of venting. If you agree, great. If you don’t, please keep scrolling. Thanks.

[toomuchponytail]

Hello, big fan!! Could you do something friendly-fire flavored? >:3 Thank you!! Keep writing, you beautiful unicorn!!!

Hey Anon! (sorry I’m late! sorry this took so long, I am an excuse of a human! ) First of all, thank you, but I am barely a horse–let alone a unicorn. (Also: “NO YOU!! ;) )  But thank you so much for this prompt! It’s such a good one that I had trouble choosing the setting, so many possibilities! So if you don’t favor this one I totally understand and can offer others of unfortunately similar quality…

But oh my goodness, thank you again! I honestly don’t deserve you, and I will prove it with the exorbitant amount of garbage I have spewed forth. 

I hope you have a day like a ginger bread cookie, sweet with just a hint of spice and bitterness that makes the sweet that much more enjoyable. I hope today is full of zest–both orange and otherwise, may you take small treats as they are offered, and use the good to weather the bad. 

Love a goblin who doesn’t own a calendar. 

“He could have killed you,” Sidekick breathes, they are tired and mournful in the cold morning light, they hand hero their mask, rust colored stains and all, they can’t bear to look at it, they make a point of looking out the window as hero takes it from them, their warm hand brushing sidekick’s ice cold one. 

“But he didn’t,” Hero grinned, they took hold of sidekick’s trembling fingers and don’t let go until sidekick looked back at them again, they don’t look as bad as sidekick was expecting them to after last night, after the building had collapsed with them inside. They were still bruised and pale, their left arm in a sling, the medic had said that three of their ribs were broken–they’d also told hero to stay in bed, but here they were coffee in hand asking sidekick where their mask had gone in the scramble to save them. 

“I’ll kill them,” Sidekick murmured, going back to looking out the window again, the sky blushed a soft golden peach color that melted into violet at the edges, the sun would be above the ridge in a few minutes, starting a day sidekick wasn’t ready for, not this time. 

“Sidekick,” hero started, wincing as he twisted a little too far, the pang of sympathy the sidekick felt only solidified in their mind what they had to do, for the city, for hero, so that they could sleep at night again even if it was in a prison cell. 

“I know that you don’t want to talk too much about your time as Villain’s sidekick, and I respect that choice, but like I said when we agreed to be partners,” hero took a sip of their coffee, “We do things differently than them, I don’t expect–or even allow you to kill, it’s too final, everyone deserves a chance at redemption, maybe even multiple chances.” 

Normally sidekick would try to take hero’s words to heart, they were still learning how to be a good person after so many years with Villain, but today the words just grated on their panic frayed nerves, “And when do those chances run out hero?” They hear themselves ask, hero looks up in surprise at their biting tone, “When the city is in rubble around their feet? When they’ve killed enough innocents to warrant the death penalty? When you’re dead?!” Sidekick’s voice broke at the end of their sentence, they stuttered and apology and left the kitchen, their throat burning with every venom fueled question they’d asked. Those were Villain’s morals, passing judgement on others, kill or be killed, and it filled sidekick with rage to realize that they were still carrying Villain’s ideology around with them like a demon on their shoulder. 

After a few hours blowing off steam by training alone in the basement of the base, sidekick’s mind was made up, sure it wasn’t hero’s way, but they had to do something. They had to be rid of Villain once and for all, it didn’t matter what came after, knowing hero was safe–would never look so frail and helpless as they had last night again–was enough peace of mind for sidekick. 

If they had to live by Villain’s rules then that sorry excuse for a life would die because of them. 

Sidekick carefully concealed a pistol the next time they were called out on a mission, the worst part was lying to hero, smiling at them and forcing themselves to be normal with hero sitting across from them feeling the cold barrel of the gun against their leg was maybe the worst sort of betrayal they felt like they’d ever committed. And they were on their way to murder their old friend and former partner. 

The battle started out innocently enough, Villain had been spotted out in the densely forested oak grove, it was a big place, long suspected of concealing Villain’s home base. The Villain had stayed concealed in the dark, thick mist rising as the sun went down. Sidekick felt nearly sick waiting for their chance to kill them, it had to be times just right or hero would stop them–and they couldn’t allow that to happen. 

Hours into their mission, Villain had run them raggedly through the forest, seeming to vanish into mist every time they got close to catching them, three times Sidekick had pulled their gun free in the darkness, and three times they’d had to hastily conceal it again as Villain slipped away. Hero was lagging now, their gasping breaths making clouds of steam in the cooling air, their hair was stuck to their head with sweat. 

“They’re just running us!” Hero exclaimed, unconsciously holding the side with the broken ribs, “At this point I’m thinking about calling it,” Hero chuckled easily, but Sidekick glanced at them, their whole body radiating nervous energy,  they couldn’t go back without achieving their secret goal, the stress of the decision had already eaten away all of their sleep, they had gone beyond twitchy and on edge, their nerves were shot with the waiting, they couldn’t possibly wait another day to ensure hero’s safety. 

They just couldn’t take it. 

“I’ll go on,” they said finally, putting what they hoped was a reassuring hand on hero’s shoulder, “I don’t want this bastard to think that they tired us out.” 

“Even if it’s true?”  Humor glinting in their tired eyes, sidekick wanted to strangle medic for allowing hero back onto the field so soon after their near-death experience, but they also knew that they really couldn’t blame them, the hero would be out here no matter what the medic said. 

“I’ll go,” Sidekick repeated, “I’ll go and get them,” If Sidekick gave away any of the odd hollowness they felt eating away at them hero didn’t seem to notice. 

They just nodded, still breathing hard, “Just be careful okay?” 

Sidekick has the decency to nod at hero’s concern, feeling a wave of fondness wash over them for hero, they hadn’t had to accept them after their work with Villain, they could have locked them up and thrown away the key and no one would have blamed them–least of all sidekick–but they didn’t, they’d seen the want to try in them, the wish to be something better than a killer. And instead of judging them they’d accepted them, gently, patiently, not rushing sidekick to grow all at once. 

That alone warranted repayment, call it retribution, call it love, call it duty or penance, Sidekick was just ready to get it over with. 

They were thinking all of these things as they trudged into the darkness, gun in hand as soon as hero was out of sight, ready to finally protect hero in the only way that hero couldn’t protect themselves. 

Villain evaded them a few more times, clueless to sidekick’s plan themselves, they couldn’t see the gun clenched in Sidekick’s hands in the dark. Speaking of the dark, now that they were alone Sidekick felt the darkness closing in, it felt like a creature crouched at their feet, they couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the darkness was on Villain’s side. 

Finally after what felt like hours they saw the silhouette of a figure crouched in the grass, moving carefully along the underbrush–Villain! They readied their gun, taking a half breath to try and stop their hand from shaking so badly–they’d done this before, but not recently, and they were now very aware of what they were about to do–kill a man. 

But in one shot they’d be free, and hero would be safe, it didn’t really matter what happened after that. 

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Villain thought they’d finally lost their former sidekick in the woods when they heard an anguished cry split the night. It was so raw that for a moment Villain thought it was an animal, they froze to listen, tilting their head to the side slightly in the dark. The sound came again, realizing it was human sent a cold chill down Villain’s spine. 

Villain went towards the sound without really making a decision to, they got close when they recognized the voice as Sidekick’s, screaming and sobbing like their limbs were being ripped off. Villain felt a wave of fear prickle beneath their skin, Sidekick never cried, when they got to the tiny clearing where Sidekick was what they saw there made them feel like someone had let all of the air out of their lungs unannounced. 

Sidekick’s hands and arms were covered in blood as they leaned over hero, they were trying to stop the bleeding from the wound in hero’s side, but to Villain it already looked too late, hero was far too pale, and completely limp, unresponsive, their blood was still seeping between sidekick’s frantic fingers.

“No!” Sidekick howled, “Please god, no!” They were shaking badly, Villain could see the gun just out of reach to their left, “I’m sorry!” They sobbed desperately down at hero, “I’m so sorry, I just–I didn’t want–oh please no!” 

“What did you do?” Villain asked, not completely able to keep the horror out of their voice, sidekick didn’t hear them come up behind them, they looked up their face a mess of tears and instantly their open grieving expression hardened to one of hate. 

“This was supposed to be you!” they growled, “I–I tried!” But their heaving sobs cut them off as they decided to ignore Villain and keep putting pressure on hero’s wounds. 

It was a losing battle, both Villain and sidekick knew it. 

Villain took a measured breath, they didn’t mind killing people who stood against them, or those who put them in a corner, murder to eliminate or lower damages was of no regard to them, but this was hero, the goody two-shoes who’d saved their own worthless life more times than they could count. 

This wasn’t heroics, this was simply repaying part of a giant debt. 

“Come on, bring them, follow me,” Villain commanded their old sidekick, their voice full of bitter pity. 

Sidekick decided then that saving hero wasn’t going to be possible, they let their hands drop from hero’s wound, the wound that they’d inflicted, their grief turning to acid in their throat, they scrambled for the gun, but Villain was faster than them, kicking the pistol away and after a brief scuffle pinning sidekick to the ground. 

“Listen!” Villain hissed, “I can save them! But I need your help to get them to my base, if you still want to kill me after, then we can arrange something!” 

Sidekick looked up at them in confusion, Villain noted that a thumbprint of hero’s blood had somehow gotten on their cheek. Sick, Villain felt sick, they could almost feel the violent agony of Sidekick’s emotions swirling inside of them when they looked their once friend now prospective murderer in the eyes. 

“But I can’t do both die and save them, so make your decision!” They released sidekick and stood up, brushing dried pine needles from their jacket. 

Sidekick didn’t say anything, but they knew that they were losing time with every second that it took them to deliberate, so they chose hero, there hadn’t really ever been another choice, between them and Villain they carried the limp hero through the forest. By the time they reached Villain’s base sidekick’s mind had melted numb, they focused on putting one foot in front of the other, then holding hero alone while Villain opened the door. 

Sidekick didn’t even have any thoughts about walking willingly back into the home base of a person they’d sworn to kill, they thought absently if they were going into shock, Villain must have thought so too, as soon as hero was laid on the long silver table and Villain’s people were scrambling to get the medic and the equipment they’d requested Villain handed Sidekick a large blanket and told them to sit on the couch in the corner. 

Villain looked at sidekick’s wide hollow eyes, “I’ll get you when they’re stable,” they stated briskly, steering Sidekick away from the action. 

Sidekick surprised them with a high frantic bray of laughter, “I’ll get them!” They choked out, “That’s the last thing I said to hero before I shot them! Oh my god I’ll get them!” 

Villain wasn’t sure what to do as sidekick crept over to the couch and sat down laughing hysterically all the way, even as tears streamed down their face. Villain didn’t think that they were ever going to forget this, no matter how badly they wanted to,  Sidekick had always been so stoic, seeing something that needed to be done and doing it, no questions asked, that was what had made them such a valuable asset.Seeing them like this shook Villain to the core, but Villain had to get back to hero, they stood there for a long second, watching Sidekick come apart completely right in front of them. 

“I’ll get them!” Sidekick howled, and Villain was no longer sure if they were laughing or crying, only that they were broken completely. 

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We Have To Stop Meeting Like This: Chapter Six 

so i was gonna wait till tomorrow to post this on my birthday but there’s only a few hours left to midnight so yeet.

in this chapter cardan talks about his relationship with balekin so there is a tw for abuse. i hope you guys like this chapter :)

here is chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, and all the chapters on ao3

School's work load kept Jude busy for the next few days. Suddenly it was Saturday with hardly any memory left of Thursday or Friday and Jude was relieved to finally have a day off. Thanks to Cardan she had finally gotten a passing grade in statistics. Also thanks to Cardan, she hadn't been able to sleep properly for two nights. She couldn't stop thinking about their kiss. About his laugh. About his hands so gentle on her face, in her hair, around her waist. They'd been texting sporadically since that night but with the craziness of both their classwork there was no time to see each other or have any conversation beyond "how are you Jude dear ;)" and "busy but I'll text you later" or “i have a few minutes to talk” responded to with a “sorry darling i have to study for a test”.

On Saturday morning while Jude was putting frozen waffles into the toaster, her phone buzzed against the counter. Jude found herself diving for the device but when she saw who the message was from, her heart sank by the smallest degree.

It was Vivi, telling Jude that she was bringing her new girlfriend to family dinner tomorrow night. This news would have been fine--exciting, really--had Taryn not informed Jude last night that she was also bringing Locke. Jude would be abandoned to the horrible ordeal of being in Madoc’s house without a single sister there to hold her afloat because both of them had found dates to bring instead. She allowed herself a brief moment to imagine how awful tomorrow night would be before a plan suddenly sprung half formed into her head.

If her sisters were bringing dates… why couldn’t she?

Although Taryn had already left for the day, Jude checked all the rooms in the apartment for signs of life (the cat was lounging in the sun but otherwise the place was empty) before she retreated to the seclusion of her own bedroom. She shut the door behind her and found Cardan’s contact in her phone before hitting dial.

He picked up on the third ring. “Hello, dear Jude.”

“I need you to be my boyfriend.”

There was a considerably long pause that followed after her words. Upon further thought she realized she should have phrased that differently.

“Um…” Cardan trailed off as soon as he had started. “What?”

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend tomorrow at my family dinner.”

“The same family dinner that ended in a trip to the hospital last week?” He asked, and the reminder of telling him that made Jude cringe.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “That one.”

“Alright I’m in.”

“You’re not even going to take a second to consider it?”

“You want me to go, yes? So why are you questioning my answer?” He teased. Admittedly, she didn’t have an answer to his question. “So what should I wear?”

“I don’t care,” she said with indignation.

“Mm,” Cardan hummed on the other line. “A tux, then.”

“Definitely not.”

“Birthday suit?” He supplied.

Jude could feel the blush reaching from her face all the way to her toes at that mental image. “You’re insufferable. Just wear something normal.” To punctuate her statement as well as excuse herself from the conversation that still had her blushing, Jude hung up the phone. With the mental picture of Cardan in his “birthday suit” still fresh in her mind, Jude went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face until she could breathe normally again.

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Sunday morning came sooner than expected. Jude had slept through most of the previous day in an attempt to catch up on all the sleep she missed during the school week. When a loud, insistent knock woke her the next morning followed by her phone ringing, she immediately knew who was responsible for waking her. Grumpily, she stormed out of her room and threw open the door. Cardan stood outside with his hair windswept in the heart-stopping sort of way, his black jeans and leather jacket and multiple rings distracting her from his dazzling yet annoying smile. He looked good. Really good. She finally met his eyes.

“Good morning, darling,” he said in greeting.

“Why the fuck are you here so early?” Jude demanded.

“You never told me what time to meet you. And I was bored. So here I am to grace your day with my magnificent presence.”

“Oh my god.” She slammed her head against the doorframe with her eyes closed in annoyance. When she opened her eyes Cardan was closer than he had been a moment before. The warmth coming off his body called her to his arms. She resisted.

“Can I come in?” Cardan sounded almost hesitant. Jude looked at him and saw the slightest of blushes in his cheeks. It made her think of their kiss and suddenly it was her who was blushing. 

Stepping aside, she pulled the door open all the way and made room for Cardan to slip inside.

“What time is this dinner, anyway?” He asked as he showed himself to the kitchen.

“Six.”

“You realize it’s almost one o’clock, right?”

Surprise snapped Jude’s attention to the stove’s clock where Cardan’s proclamation was confirmed. “Holy shit how did I sleep in so late?!”

“The real question is…” Cardan pulled a takeout container growing mold in it out of the fridge to inspect it with a frown. He held the container out to Jude in offering and placed it back in the fridge when she shook her head. “How did I wake up so early?” He finished, letting the fridge door fall shut. “Wanna go get lunch?”

“Uh… I need to get dressed.” And just like that Jude realized that yet again Cardan was in her apartment and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Unlike last time, though, she didn’t have his oversized sweater on. Should she start sleeping with a bra on? No, that was ridiculous. If anything Cardan needed to stop showing up unannounced. “And I’m not that hungry.”

“I’ll eat the mold, then,” Cardan sighed dramatically.

“You’re rich, order a pizza.”

Jude left Cardan to order his pizza while she went and put on some clothes. When she came back outside she almost ran into Taryn in the hallway where she was leaving her room holding hands with Locke. Gross.

“Was that Cardan I heard again?” Locke asked.

Somehow Cardan heard his question from the kitchen where he yelled, “I’m not sharing my pizza with you, you jackass!” Jude laughed, Taryn frowned, and Locke stood there looking stupid. Cardan came around the corner with his hand over the mouthpiece of his phone and addressed Jude, “You sure you’re not hungry?”

“Maybe a little,” she admitted.

“What do you want on your half of the pizza?”

“I don’t care. Pepperoni? Pineapple?” 

Cardan’s look of horror made Jude laugh again. “You monster,” he whispered before talking into his phone again to complete the order. He drifted off back down the hallway and Jude, not wanting to be near Locke any longer, followed him. When he hung up the phone after reading off his credit card number, he turned around to face her while flicking his card with his other hand. “Pineapple?” He asked. “Really?”

Jude replied with a raised middle finger to which Cardan laughed uproariously. That laugh... She wanted to kiss him again. 

The pizza arrived half an hour later. Cardan immediately opened the box, picked off a piece of pineapple, and threw it at Jude’s face. When Locke attempted to reach his hand into the box, Cardan smacked it away and carried the coveted food into Jude’s room. Her room. Her room that had underwear strewn all about again. Oh god.

Ignoring her bra draped over the office chair, Cardan plopped down into it and began eating a slice of pizza. “You should clean your room more,” he informed her.

Jude scowled at him and closed the door behind her. “You should start warning me before you just show up at my apartment!” As she reached for a slice of pizza, Cardan snatched the box back and held it out of her reach. “You asshole,” she said, lunging for the box again only for Cardan to move it out of her reach again with a laugh.

So it was going to be like that, then.

The charade went on like this for a few more minutes before Jude’s foot caught on a shirt lazily thrown on to the floor and she disgracefully fell into Cardan, knocking him off his perch on the chair and sending them both onto the plush rug on Jude’s floor. The air was knocked out of Jude as she landed on top of Cardan. Thankfully the box landed shut and the pizza stayed in its confines. The relief at the lack of a mess distracted Jude for a moment from realizing she was on top of Cardan. The sight of him underneath her sent a thrill through her body--his eyes were half-lidded as he watched her, his hand creeping up to brush her hip. When his fingers touched her skin she wanted to rip his clothes off of him.

“I’d like to kiss you again,” Cardan whispered.

“So do it,” she whispered back, breathing faster than usual.

“I can’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Because if I start kissing you I won’t be able to stop and I can’t be making out with someone that puts pineapple on pizza.”

The moment was ruined. Jude crawled off from on top of Cardan as he laughed at his own stupid words and she rolled her eyes at him. She finally got ahold of the pizza box, pulling out a slice in each hand, and quickly took a bite out of both slices. “Ha,” she said, brandishing her prize. “I win.”

Cardan still lay on the ground, arm curled behind his head, eyes still watching her, smirk still in place. Heat crept into Jude’s face again, pizza forgotten. Damn him to hell. He was giving her what could only be described as bedroom eyes and she was hot all over. Without a word Cardan reached up to gently grab the hem of Jude’s t-shirt and pull her down, rising up to meet her halfway and brush his lips against hers. It was the lightest kiss in history, there and over within half a second, yet… It took Jude a moment to realize she still had her eyes closed but she immediately opened them to see Cardan leaning back again looking at her with eyes on fire.

She wanted to sue him.

Instead she ate her pizza in silence. When the box was empty she wiped her greasy fingers on her jeans and finally acknowledged Cardan’s presence in the room again. “So what now, genius. You got here hours early and now we have nothing to do.”

“Oh I wouldn’t say nothing,” he replied suggestively. One look from Jude had him laughing again. “Well you have a TV don’t you?”

“Let me guess. You want to watch porn.”

“Ooh I like the way you think. But no, darling, I was thinking something more friendly for the baby.”

Jude choked on her indignation. “What baby?”

Looking offended, like the answer should have been obvious, Cardan put a hand to his chest and said, “Me!” 

“Baby?” Jude repeated sarcastically. 

“Yes, darling?” Cardan purred.

Rolling her eyes, Jude rose from the floor and walked out of her own bedroom and into the living room off the kitchen--Cardan following behind like a cat. He stretched, gracing his fingertips against the ceiling, before winking and depositing himself onto the couch cushions. After several minutes of looking, Jude finally located the XBox controller and brought up Netflix (they didn’t use cable) and handed the controller to Cardan. “Since you wanted to watch, you choose.”

“I will use this power for evil,” Cardan said very seriously, like it was a life or death matter. He really was ridiculous. Turned out that “evil” was choosing to watch Criminal Minds--which was definitely not Jude’s cup of tea but she supposed this was what she got for letting him choose what they watched.

It felt like minutes had passed when Jude woke up on the couch with her head resting on Cardan’s lap with no memory of falling asleep. She felt warm and content and well rested in a way she hadn’t for several weeks. One look at the clock by the television told her it was nearly 6:30. She’d been asleep for hours and from the theme song playing on the TV speakers, Cardan was still watching the same damn show. They needed to be leaving for her family dinner but she stayed where she was for a second longer--both because she was comfortable and also because, as long as Cardan thought she was asleep, she didn’t have to face the embarrassment of having ended up sleeping on him. Bracing herself, she finally sat up, ran a hand through her messy hair, rubbed at her eyes, anything to avoid looking at Cardan for a little while longer. 

“You snore in your sleep,” he said, the humor in his voice falling short. Jude finally looked at him. There was color high in his cheeks. He looked soft--too soft--calling her to get lost in his eyes or curl up into him once more. Jude had to look away from the intensity of that look. 

Her phone rang. Taryn. Jude answered, grateful for the distraction.

“Hey we’re pulling up.” The “we” in question must have been her and Locke. “Come outside before we’re late to Dad’s.” With no further words, Taryn hung up and Jude was left holding her silent phone to her face--not having said a single word. 

“Well,” she croaked to Cardan, voice still rough with sleep. “Time to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

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“You know,” Cardan was saying from besides Jude in the backseat as they pulled up to Madoc’s mammoth of an estate. “You give me all that shit for being rich and you're a rich baby too.”

“I’m not,” Jude shot back, “Madoc is. I hardly see any of that money.”

Cardan hmmed a response like he didn’t believe her. With him looking out the front windshield Jude was granted the opportunity to look at him up close, unobserved. He was clean shaven save for a few stray hairs he missed under his chin. His nose was elegant in a way that noses had no right to be and his hair was so very pleasantly mussed up and hanging in his eyes. Those eyes, too, were as dark as midnight and beckoned her to get lost in the dark. 

She was staring. Not good. Cardan turned his attention to her as if sensing her gaze and she tore it away from him as fast as she could. Though she could feel him studying her, he surprisingly didn’t crack any smart remarks about catching her staring at him. 

The Jeep was put into park and Jude jumped down from the car and began walking to the door, not bothering to make sure Cardan was following. From the corner of her eye she caught Locke whispering something to Cardan that Cardan then brushed off. A prick of anxiety bit at Jude’s stomach at the sight of the two boys beside each other. 

Like the previous week, Jude let herself in. The entryway smelled like home-cooked meals and childhood memories and Jude found herself drifting towards the source of the smell without thinking about it. She forgot to take off her shoes until she bumped into Vivi in the doorway and her older sister gave a pointed look down at her sneakered feet. As Cardan came up behind her she toed off her shoes and tossed them back towards the mat by the front door.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Vivi said. “Cardan Greenbriar.”

“Wait you know each other?” Jude was shocked.

“We were friends in high school,” Cardan replied, not taking his eyes off of Vivi. He flashed those pearly whites at her and Vivi’s countenance broke with a laugh. As Jude watched, Vivi and Cardan embraced in the hug of old friends. “How are you, Vivienne?”

“Peeved at my sister for not telling me who her boyfriend is,” Vivi answered, flashing Jude a look before returning her attention back to Cardan. Jude almost said “He’s not my boyfriend” before she remembered that, for tonight at least, they were pretending he was. The two of them continued to chat like gossiping old ladies at the grocery store and Jude abandoned them to play catch up. In the next room she found an unfamiliar dark-skinned girl with vibrant pink hair speaking animatedly with Oak on the couch. Neither of them noticed her until Taryn and Locke followed her in laughing at something private, causing Oak and the girl to look up at the new party of people as Cardan and Vivi also joined them. The room was not small by any means but suddenly Jude felt claustrophobia closing in with so many people standing in the doorway, so she escaped to a chair by the couch where Cardan followed and perched himself on the arm of the chair.

“Alright,” Vivi said. “Everyone, this is Heather.” She indicated the girl with pink hair, who smiled warmly at the introduction. Jude instantly liked her. “Heather, this is everyone.”

Introductions were made further--Jude introducing Cardan to Heather, Taryn introducing Locke to Heather shortly after Cardan tried to introduce him as “Garbage Can”, Vivi introducing the twins separately so Heather could learn the difference between the two--and Madoc finally came into the room, drawn by the noise from so many young adults crammed into one space.

“Good, you’re all here,” he said. “Dinner is almost ready. Please join us in the dining room.” As soon as he had entered, he exited the room once more. With no option but to follow, the rest of them trailed after him like a line of ducklings. The girls took their spots at the table--their dates taking the empty seats placed next to them--as Oriana swept into the room with Oak in hand after he had washed up for dinner. Again the food was brought out without a word from Madoc and they began to serve themselves. 

“So, girls,” Madoc said, as if he were actually interested in the situation and not just pretending to be, “how did you meet your dates?”

“Comic book store,” Vivi supplied with her mouth full of food.

“School,” Taryn said with a wistful look to Locke.

“Car accident,” Jude stated. At the questioning look from everyone else, she explained how they had met. How she had hated him until, over time and several more run-ins, she no longer hated him. To emphasize their fake relationship she took Cardan’s hand under the table and tried to replicate the look Taryn had given Locke minutes earlier. When Cardan gave her his goofy grin letting her know her face looked stupid, she scowled back at him and hoped no one else saw it.

“That’s very…” Madoc trailed off--not knowing what the situation “very” was. “Nice?” 

“It was very surprising,” Taryn mumbled.

“What was that Taryn?” Jude challenged. She realized she was still holding hands with Cardan and her hand was unpleasantly sweaty. She dropped his like it had burned her and rubbed her palm against her leg. 

“It was very surprising,” Taryn reiterated even louder. “One minute you hate each other and the next he’s at our apartment. Did you guys hate fuck or something?”

The outburst was out of character for Taryn. Careful, composed, quiet Taryn. “Excuse me?”

“You know,” Heather cut in helpfully, the anxiety palpable in her voice, “In fanfiction we call that ‘enemies to lovers.’” Her attempts at lividity, however, were sadly overlooked.

“What is your problem?”

“Girls,” Madoc snapped. “Are you really going to fight again?”

“Maybe.” Taryn was acting childish. Absolutely childish. 

“No. We’re not. Stop it, Taryn” Jude said crossly.

“Or what? You’ll have another seizure?”

From the corner of Jude’s eye she say Cardan jump ever so slightly. Unfortunately, Taryn also caught the movement.

“You didn’t tell your boyfriend about your seizures?” Taryn said the word boyfriend like she meant to say antichrist.

“What is your problem?” Cardan asked softly, like he had meant to say it in his head but not out loud.

“She treats me like shit about my boyfriend but you’re worse than Locke! Have you told her about Nicasia, Cardan?” Taryn’s words dripped venom and Jude had had enough. She stood from her chair fast enough to send it crashing to the floor behind her. 

“We’re leaving,” she informed the room before storming out, Cardan following close behind.

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She wasn’t sure how long they had been walking but eventually Jude found herself at a park collapsing onto a bench. It was well past dark but the street lamps created luminous circles of space. The bench was under one of these circles surrounded by trees. Jude pulled her jacket close to her, fisting her hands in her pockets, and she began to cry. 

Which was embarrassing with Cardan watching. 

For his part, Cardan simply pulled Jude against him and held her like this was easy, like this was normal, like she was a person who cried and he was someone used to holding her. The whole thing was ridiculous and yet she couldn’t stop herself as sobs escaped. When they finally abated, her head still in the crook of Cardan’s shoulder as he rubbed her arms, Jude finally found her voice for the first time since they left Madoc’s.

“Why did you agree to come tonight?”

Cardan was silent for a very long time. In the silence, Jude burrowed closer to him in the chilly night. “When you said family dinner ended in a hospital trip last time…”

Oh, she realized, so we’re having the seizure conversation now.

“I thought…” Cardan continued. “I thought your dad was abusive. And I guess I thought I could protect you.” That was enough to make Jude pull away and look at Cardan. “Now that I’m saying that out loud it sounds really stupid.” He laughed in a way that’s not really a laugh.

“Why would you think that?” Jude asked quietly.

Cardan looked down at his feet and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck like he was debating an answer or, more likely, ashamed to admit one. “My dad hated me from the moment I was born,” he said. “I was a reminder of an affair he wanted to forget and so he treated me like I was a curse on the family. Most of my siblings showed me kindness out of pity but I was mostly left on my own for my entire childhood. Sneaking food out of the kitchen while they were all eating because no one had bothered to set out a chair at the table for me. Trying to be best friends with our semi-feral cat because no one else really talked to me. I was alone for a very long time. But then my older brother Balekin started showing me more attention and at first it felt like a miracle.”

Cardan went quiet again. Jude tried to wait for him to continue but curiosity got the best of her and she prompted him forward instead. “But?” She asked softly.

“But then he got violent.” For the first time since Cardan started his story he looked up into Jude’s eyes, looking into her face like he was looking for something. “He beat me. But every time he did, he’d be nice to me again afterwards and… I don’t know. I wouldn’t exactly forgive him, but I didn’t not forgive him, you know?”

As strange as it was, Jude did know. She felt that way with Madoc since she had come to live with him.

Jude didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry” wasn’t something you said to someone who’s been abused--they don’t want to hear it. They don’t want the pity. So instead she said, “Thank you for coming to protect me tonight.”

“A real knight in shining armor,” Cardan said self-deprecating. 

“Hey.” Jude took his hand in both of hers and he turned to face her again. “You’re too delicate to be a knight in shining armor,” she tried lightly but only got a small twitch of the lips from Cardan. “You’re more of a faerie prince.”

This, finally, got a laugh out of Cardan. “A hated one, maybe.”

“I don’t know, I’m rather fond of you.” Jude’s confession stopped them both short. Cardan looked at her with a question in his eyes while heat crept into Jude’s face. She was still holding his hand. She dropped it.

“What did Taryn mean when she asked if you’d told me about you and Nicasia?” The ground was not interesting enough for Jude to be staring at it as hard as she was. And yet…

“We used to date but she cheated on me with Locke. She wants me back,” Cardan said simply, like he was talking about characters on a television series instead of his own life. “But she can’t have me.”

It had started to snow. The snowflakes were falling slowly, like a dream, and Jude held a hand out to catch one as it drifted passed. In her palm it melted. They sat in silence for a while, Jude leaning against Cardan again--for warmth or for the comfort of it, flip a coin--when Cardan spoke into the silence with a question of his own.

"You could have told me about your seizures, you know that right?" 

Jude shrugged an answer. Reluctantly, Cardan dropped it. 

After another stretch of silence, Cardan began to hum.

“Darling can’t you see,” he sang under his breath. “I’m a broken man with addictive tendencies and I think…”

When he stopped short, Jude turned her face up to look at him from where she was curled up with her head against his shoulder. “You think what?”

“Nothing.” But the way he was looking at her didn’t feel like nothing. “Jude, I--.” He stopped, laughed at himself, looked at her again. “What if I don’t want to just be your fake boyfriend?”

Jude's heart did a complicated thing in her chest. Was he serious? Jude let herself imagine what it would be like to be with Cardan and she liked what she imagined. A lot. But it also scared her. He was beautiful, he was funny, he was an asshole. But, she had to admit, he was sort of becoming hers. 

“Do you want to go back to my place?” She asked quietly.

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There was a rush of fumbling hands as they shed their clothes and she lost track of who was removing what article of clothing on which person until suddenly they were both down to their underwear and collapsing disgracefully backwards onto her mattress. Giggles dissolved into whispered words. With hungry kisses and exploratory hands the world started to blur in the way of dreams. She lost herself as the rest of their clothes came off and he kissed his way down her body. His hands were everywhere she wanted them and still she wanted more. There was the crinkle of the condom wrapper, the laughs when Cardan knocked over the open bottle of lube and it spilled onto the hardwood floor, and then…

After a desperate, whispered "yes" from Jude, Cardan finally fit his hips into hers. 

There was an odd sort of pinch as he slowly slid against her and then suddenly they were pressed together as close as they could get and Jude felt herself relax and without her realizing it she breathed an, "Oh."

"Are you okay?" Cardan's voice was quiet, gentle, and he didn't move until Jude nodded a firm yes. 

When he started to roll his hips she felt herself dissolving in his slow movements. He gently brushed her hair away from her skin and left a trail of slow, open mouthed kisses down her neck. Her hands travelled the plains of his back, feeling his lithe muscles shifting under his skin with every stroke he made. Cardan was being gentle in a way she wouldn't have thought was possible from him and she tried to convince herself that this was just sex, nothing more. Even if it felt more like how she imagined making love would feel.

She led him to his back where she straddled him. Inexperienced as she was, Cardan gently helped guide her hips with his hands until she awkwardly found her own rhythm. His palms were warm where they touched her skin, face flushed, pupils blown wide, breaths ragged, hair a beautiful, beautiful disaster. She leaned down to press her chest against his and ran her hands through his dark hair as she moved. Something in his eyes sparked. And then he was flipping them over again, kissing her neck, her collarbones, her breasts. He held her in his arms, pressed against him as close as they could get, and Jude had the odd sensation of being home--truly home--for the first time in a long time.

She tried not to be embarrassed about the sounds she made. The way his name escaped from between her lips with an air of desperation.

She tried not to pay too much attention to the way her heart skipped a beat everytime he muttered her name like a prayer.

She finally came undone with a cry that might have been his name or might have been incoherent nonsense, and soon after he followed with a gruff, "Jesus Christ." He stayed where he was a moment, both of them breathing heavy, before he finally pulled back enough to see her face. Jude opened her eyes to see him grinning down at her and she managed to return a flash of a grin before her eyes closed of their own accord again. She felt high and delirious and like she was floating on air. Still, she could feel her face split into a goofy smile she couldn't suppress.

"Where's your bathroom again?" he asked quietly from above her.

She made a vague gesture with her hand at her closed bedroom door. "Across the hall," she finally managed. 

Cardan laughed, deep and low and--goddamn her--sexy, before he said, "I really did a number on you, didn't I?" 

"Shut up," she said back barely above a whisper, eyes still closed as she floated in her euphoria. He laughed again and kissed her bare shoulder before slipping off from on top of her and from the bed. She heard the rustle of clothes as he dug through the scattered heap on the floor and finally pulled on his underwear before retreating through the closed door.

Out in the hallway, Cardan was greeted by Taryn returning home. At the sight of him--wearing nothing but his skin-tight boxers with his hair tangled in a very telling way--she stopped dead in the hallway and stared with her mouth open in shock. Cardan inclined his head in greeting and then disappeared into the single bathroom, leaving Taryn standing with her chin to the ground and her eyes nearly popping out of her head.

Jude tried not to fall for the way Cardan held her when they were done. The way his eyes followed her when she returned from the bathroom, his shirt thrown on and the hem down nearly to her knees. She tried not to fall for the way he curled up behind her as they fell asleep. 

She tried not to think about how much she might actually like this boy in her

bed.

She failed.

Fuck.

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in case anyone is wondering, the song cardan was singing was “tribulation” by matt maeson bc it’s a very jurdan song and no i wont stop saying it. and the rest of the words were “i think i love you”

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What Is Love ?

Love.

Love means different things to different people. Some people say love is making your partner happy and seeing them happy makes you happy . But love, is actually a figment of our imaginations. In a way, love is selfish and makes us lose our independence. You make the other person happy to keep yourself happy, and you become dependent and vulnerable. It's a somewhat like a shared dream. And until one person decides to wakeup, and that dream, albeit fun while it lasted, becomes a living nightmare

1 YEAR AGO

For Harry and y/n; sneaking out of premiers and award shows,buying tacos and eating them at 3 AM was love. For them, love was dancing in the kitchen to Elvis and baking with each other. Love was watching horror movies in makeshift tents, snacking on caramel popcorns and cans of soda; all while making fun of Harry's "those dumb bitches" in the movie. Love was falling asleep in each others arms and reading each other books. It was dressing up as Disney characters and acting out scenes from their favourite animations. It was etheral, perfect. Almost too perfect too be true

People always said "Love will fizzle out. One of you will get bored." Harry and y/n didn't listen. They burned so fast, so bright and didn't realise that their spark too, like all blazed and sparks from lighted matches, had extinguished. One second it was burning so brightly, and the next, it was gone

..............................................................................................

"When was the last time you spoke to him ?" asked y/n's sister.

" A week ago" a distraught y/n replied. "He barely has time to even talk to me on the phone, let alone show me the sights and explore the places with him via facetime"

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and all the memories flashed through her eyes, like a movie roll, playing over and over agai

FLASHBACK

"Y/N !" exclaimed Harry, the golden flecks in his eyes dancing with joy. Oh how she longed to see him, feel him and be with him in real life , rather than on a screen. Yet she was eternally grateful for Harry for never making her feel left out from the tour experience, he always made sure to show her around, even if it was only on a screen, while giving tour guide commentary in a horribly fake American accent.

"You're in for a treat ! We're going to see the Louvre today. Come on an enjoy the sited with Harry's Tour Experiences"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

Being an art fanatic, she giving Harry detailed descriptions of the art, while all he did was turn it inti a joke. His put on accent stood out when he kept saying " Oh shucks ! Here's another painting of a few women and men fighting and eating." He termed an entire style of art; renaissance art as "men and women barely dressed fighting and eating". He made a few sly comments on how y/n would look lovely in that dress. It was so wonderful and each of these virtual trips was marked with his signature end. Going to a park, and eating the same food.

His laughter was contagious and y/n loved it. She wondered how she got so lucky, so blessed to have hazza in her life.

She never thought that this love, would eventually fizzle.

end of flashback

Now she was lucky if he spoke to her for 5 minutes. Even those 5 minutes were filled with her talking and him showing least interest in what she had to say. She doubted whether he even listened.

Today, however was a low blow. It was y/n' bday. had it been any other year. Harry would've made this day perfect. They had been together since they were 18. The first year, he bought her 18 gifts on her birthday. The subsequent year, he got her 19 and so on. He would make her breakfast in bed and wake her up with showers of kisses and a "Good Morning, Happy Birthday Darling."

Today however, at 7 PM , she was yet to have him acknowledge that it was her birthday. She was yet to have any sign of news from him at all. She illusioned herself, thinking that maybe he had interviews to attend.

Her sister, however, tired with y/n's moping, said" You're coming over with your friends to Club 22 this night or else I wont speak to you. I don't want you to spend your birthday moping around"

With great difficulty, y/n was persuaded by her friends to go clubbing. The loud music, the drinks and the dim lights were never y/n's scene. Yet, for the sake of her friends, she fixed up a smile on her face and tried to enjoy, trying her best to forget than Harry's call still hadn't come.

.......

It was 10 PM and the party was in full swing. y/n's friends were drunk, so drunk. Everyone around her was laughing, drinking and joking. Meanwhile, a new disturbing thought had settled in y/n's head. What if he got into and accident ? What if he's really sick ? She was ridden with anxiety and couldn't get Harry off her mind, until that one fateful message from Nezza, her best friend, Harry's PA, through whom they had met, sent her that message. When y/n's phone lit up and she scarmbled to see the text, hoping it was Harry, she did not know it would change her life permanently.

The text was simple. "I'm so so sorry honey; you deserve to know" It was attached with a single file of pictures.

She subconciously knew what had happened. She had seen all the signs, yet chose to ignore them, not wanting to get up from her dream. The reduced duration of phone calls ultimately leading up to a call a month, the regular excuses, coming home late, half hearted kisses, they all added up. For a split second, y/n wanted to think that it was something else; maybe harry was too drunk or had passed out in a bar.

The message to forever to download. It was so slow and painfully excruciating. It was like the calm before the storm. The slow before the fast. The light drizzle before the thunderstorm. When the picture finally loaded; her heart shattered ever so fast. The pain she felt was numbing, yet somewhere in her mind, she was gald that Harry was safe.

There was Harry, his arm around the small waist of the redhead, his fingers entwined in hers. The same fingers which ran through y/n's hair multiple times, were now woven in another's hand. She thought her heart couldnt break more.

Fate was not kind to y/n.

She swiped to see the next picture, and she wasn't sure how, or whether it was even possible, but her heart further broke. Harry was kissing her in the booth, their booth, in Alessandro's the place he had her first date with y/n.

Fate had evil plans for y/n.

Tears streaming down her face, the makeup for the night ruined, y/n looked around for her sister and friends but they were nowhere to be seen. The only thing glowing right now was her glitzy dress, the one she had been forced into. Unable to take it anymore, she ordered an uber and left.

Fate wasn't kind to y/n at all

The minute she left the club, she was blinded with lights, the flashes from the camera, and the shouts from the reporters

" How do you feel about Harry cheating on you on tour ?"

"Did you expect this ? How do you react to Harry kissing a supermodel, younger than you!"

Y/n wanted to scream, but keeping her emotions in she pushed through the sea of people, got into her uber, gave her address and broke down.

She cried and cried. The uber driver tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn't stop crying. she wanted the pain to go away. she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted Harry to tell her that it wasn't true and hold her in his arms and tell her it's alright.

But it wasn't. it wasn't alright. Far from it.

The next morning after an extremly broken sleep, y/n awoke. All the event's from last night wre remembered and her eyes started to water again. She switched on her phone to see the hashtag #y/ndeservesbetter and #harryandy/nareover trending. She also so 100 missed calls, voicemails and texts from Harry but chose to ignore them.

Y/n was raised to be strong. She spent most of childhood see her mom struggle to make meets end. She had seen the worst. She was strong. She went over to the mirror and saw her reflection and realised that she looked a mess. She took 3 deep breaths, washed her face, and masked her emotions, just as she did way back in high school, before she met Harry, before he changed her.

She went down and suddenly the apartment door opened. There stood the man who she loved, the man who had broken her heart, the one who still held her heart, no matter how broken it was.

He pleaded with her to forgive him. He begged, cried, said it was a one time mistake, and he regretted it, that he loved her; but y/n turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Their love had fizzled out, and she was blinded by affection not to realise it earlier. And as the saying goes " Once a cheater, always a cheater." Y/n wasn't taking any more risks. She put on a strong facade, made up her mind and left, leaving a crying Harry on the porch.

She wasn't over him, far from it. She was so broken, yet showed no signs. She had calm expresssion, yet her thoughts were chaotic. But she knew what was best and she knew this was the right thing to do. She had to take the lessons from this experience and move on, just like her mother had taught her. Dreams end, no matter how amazing it is, no matter how much you want to hold on and live it, and this, her perfect dream, had also come to an end.

So, what is love ?

A dream ? A nightmare ? Soemthing too good to be true?

Maybe all it is, is an illusion. A fairytale. Or maybe it is the truth, because truth teaches us lessons and so does love. i guess it's one of those things which just has no answers.

author's note

AND THATS A WRAP. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. it's something which definitely shouldnt be forgive . this the first ever imagine I've posted on my new tumblr. Please send feedback. Hope you enjoyed it. Reblog. What are your thoughts? i would love to hear them. Send requests for more imagines.

i should be studying but eh.

keep dreaming

ashu.

(here's a random B99 gif for no reason)

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Fate // Jughead Jones

Summary: Returning to the town you fled a decade ago following a career failure you never expected to fall in love with him again. You didn’t want to fall in love after the New York love you believed you had. It seems fate wanted to teach you a lesson again.

Characters: Jughead Jones x Reader, Betty Cooper (mentioned), Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews (mentioned), and Reggie Mantle (mentioned).

Words: 2263

Disclaimer: I do now own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own any gifs that appear in this either or images because they’re probably off google images. The gif at the end comes from a youtube video of angst ridden Jughead scenes by the account littlesociopath other wise known as @wallflowerproduction

Warnings: Possible swearing, implied mental and emotionally abuse, fluff and angst.

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I never actually edit my writing and I apologize for that but I’m way too busy to edit. This is also based on the Hallmark series Chesapeake Shores.

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You were firstly a playwright that had an astounding first play that had your name in the leagues of famous playwrights. You riding the high with your sold out play until a year later your second play was brought to stage. It came with mixed reviews but your fears of failure were hit when your third play was a massive crash with so much negative criticism that barely any tickets were sold after the opening night.

You retreated back to your hometown of Riverdale feeling pathetic. You hadn’t been back in Riverdale in the ten years since you graduated high school. You left behind everything for the big city. Even the boy was your confidant.

When your parents divorced following your mother leaving your barely there father you changed. First your old sister Anna ran when she graduated five years before you to build a new, albeit parentally parallel version, with two kids and a divorce. On graduation day you had your car packed for the rest of your life.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t come back but here you were standing on your family porch watching the kids play in the street. You had been back for three days to hide out with your little sister.

“He’s back in town.” Bella said tucking her legs under herself.

“Who?”

“Jughead.” Bella simply said, “Look I don’t know what happened in New York but Jughead won’t close the door in your face.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.” Bella softly spoke.

“I broke his heart.” You sadly smiled thinking back on the day you told him you weren’t coming back. Just remembering his face split your heart in two, “Besides isn’t he happy with Betty?”



“They barely lasted a month after you left, you would know if you let me tell you that years ago.” Bella sung with a smug smirk.

You were shocked to hear that they had split up. Where you saw Jughead you would see Betty and vice versa. Maybe that’s why leaving was so easy. Knowing was too busy to hang out with you and that distance helped but it still hurt ten years later.

“He thinks I’m a pitiful human.” You grunted tapping your fingers against the chair, “I told him I was going to make it big and never have to come back. Yet here I am.”

“Has Ian called you yet?”

You tensed up remember the man you wasted seven years on both professionally and personally. Ian had been your mentor before it blossomed into a relationship you drowned yourself in. It took a year before your feelings for Jughead faded behind but things didn’t pan out. You caught Ian cheating and realized how toxic he was.

You vividly remember him praising your first play before cutting you down with the way you went about your second play. When you brought up wanting to sent a manuscript out he scoffed and reminded you that you were good but not that good.

“Ian’s part of my New York life. That part is done.” You spat, “I wasted seven years on someone who didn’t appreciate me. God I’m so stupid.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

“Maybe another day.” You sulked climbing to your feet, “Gram threatened me to get out of the house. She says hiding out with just make the experience worse.”

Your gram was one smart lady and nobody went against her words. That’s why you had your jacket on and phone in your pocket. The first place you would go was Pops for a milkshake that no milkshake in New York could compare to.

“Wants some company?"



“Don’t you have that coffee shop you attend to.” You winked pressing a kiss against your sister’s cheek, “See you at supper.”

You knew people in town had heard of your return so when you walked in your were prepared to see looks from everyone. Didn’t make it any more comfortable as you leaned into the window with a melting milkshake in front of you.

“Hey hun.” The waiter spoke coming closer, “Would you like a new shake?”


“No thanks.” You mumbled.

“I’ll take a strawberry one.”

You tensed up looking to see a matured version of the boy that followed you in your dreams. Still wearing that ridiculously endearing crown was Jughead. He had scruff on his face and a little more definition in his body but it was still lanky sardonic humoured Jughead Jones.

“Jughead.”

“Y/N.”

Each of you playing with your hands as the awkwardness set in. What do you say to the person you were once so close with? Hey seemed so…weak but it’s not like you can launch into your latest horror.

“How’ve you been?” You awkwardly asked. Nostalgia set in as Jughead swiped the cherry on your milkshake, something never change.

“Same old when your best friend comes back after abandoning you.” Jughead shrugged with an edge in his voice. You winced, “Especially when you don’t know they’re coming seeing as they changed their number.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” Jughead retorted leaning back, “But it’s not why I’m sitting with you. I want to know if your staying.”

“So you know where to avoid me?” You glared crossing your arms.


“No. So I can prepare to see you and not let it break me again.” Jughead returned, “Did you know Reggie’s coaching the football team? He lost his football scholarship after a gnarly knee injury his freshmen year.”


“No!” You gasped leaning forward, “What about Ronnie and Archie?”



“Together still.” Jughead rolled his eyes, “Archie told me they were thinking of having kids by next year. Their wedding was beautiful.”

“I couldn’t make it.” You admitted looking down at your hand.

“I know. It was opening week for your second play.” Jughead casually interjected as he ate the cherry from his recently delivered milkshake.

“You knew?” You gasped blinking at him.

“I went to your first play.” Jughead said leaning back, “Was going to say hi but you were busy.”

“Critics wanted-“

“No you were busy with what’s his face’s tongue in your throat.” Jughead sneered, “This was a mistake.”

Without a word you watched Jughead abandon his milkshake for the door and you made your second mistake. Not going after him.

You ran in Jughead multiple times the next week before he mysteriously disappeared for a month. You kept busy by staring at the second hand typewriter your father gifted you or helping Bella with her coffee shop. You had coffee with Veronica a few times also.

“You look gorgeous!” Ronnie exclaimed, “How are you not married!”

“Guess there hasn’t been time.”

“Or a certain raven haired man wasn’t in your life.” Ronnie sang sitting down into the chair. She was glowing still in that newlywed stage of her marriage.


“You look happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t be at your wedding.” You smiled at your old friend.


“I am.” Ronnie blushed looking down, “It’s okay you didn’t make it. You weren’t ready to see Jughead.”

“It’s stupid that I didn’t go to your wedding because I didn’t want to see how Jughead and Betty were.”

“They were over by then.” Ronnie said waving her hand.

“Bella mentioned that.” You whispered looking down, “What happened?”



“I think you leaving opened Jughead’s eyes to his feelings for you. Betty couldn’t deal with it and they broke up a month after you fled Riverdale. For little bit she..uh…went all dark no stars Betty again. Went to Stanford, met some guy and now has two kids in Boston.”

“Whoa.” You breathed, “I always thought they would get married.”

“Hm. Archie and I didn’t think so. I was always rooting for you and Jughead.” Ronnie shrugged taking a sip from her drink.

“Where is he?”

“Small book signing in Chicago and New York.”

You embarrassingly had each book that Jughead had gotten published in the years you hadn’t been in his life. There was one you wouldn’t touch though. It was something you would have never pegged Jughead to write about. It was a love story and you knew it was about Betty and it hurt too much to read that.

“Oh.” You mumbled.

“Gosh look at the time.” Ronnie said catching the eyes of someone coming in the door, “I totally forgot Archie and I have dinner plans.”

In a tornado of sophistication Ronnie strode out of the coffee shop your objections falling on deaf ears. It was barely half past one.

“You’re here.” Jughead sighed sitting down in the newly vacant seat.

“This was staged?!”

“Ronnie believes Archie and her planned me into coming here unbeknownst your were here too.” Jughead informed you, “They’re too predictable.”

“I thought you were ignoring me.”

“Once again. I don’t have your new number and by the time I wanted to find you I was being herded to Chicago.” Jughead retorted, “In fact when I broke up with Betty I drove all the way to New York to tell you I loved you but I saw something between you and that Ian guy.”

“You wanted to see me again after I broke your heart.” You marvelled as he blushed a very faint pink as he brushed it off with a scoff.

“Of course I did. I want to know everything about you Y/N.” He chortled goodheartedly, “So tell me everything since you’ve left Riverdale.”

And so you did.

You told him about how you struggled the first few years in New York to get your work onto stage while waitressing when you could. You told him how you met Ian and you were blind to what Ian was doing. You told him how you felt with your plays and how you had wanted to be published but Ian broke you down.

And he listened and maybe that was his second mistake.

In a span of two hours you relearnt everything about each other with that same spark reigniting between you two. Soon coffee turned into lunch dates and lunch dates turned into movie and takeout. It led to staying over and I love you’s. It also led to a regret you knew you would have for the rest of your life.

Six months following your relocation to Riverdale things got complicated. Your mother moved back along with your two other siblings. Anna brought your nephews after their father lost his rights to them. Dylan, like you, retreated after an epiphany got him thinking why he was in a job he hated.

It took time before your family healed and Jughead stood by your side as it happened with resolve to never leave. That’s why when a thick envelope came in the mail with your name you were both confused and elated.

A big publishing head in New York had resent your half finished manuscript back with good reviews and you were getting published.

“Who did this?” You spoke amid the celebratory hugs from your sisters and mother.


“You didn’t send it?” Anna asked equally confused. It seemed the only one that had an inkling was in fact your mother.

“Who knows you were writing-“


“Jughead.” Your voice broke as you said his name.

They awed over the fact that he believed so strongly he sent your manuscript in but you didn’t feel that same emotion.

Smiling at the Riverdale folks strolling past you finished placing the books into the piles on the tables outside before sighing. You had reopened the bookstore in the middle of town to bring imagination back into the same town. It was something you had loved growing up and wanted to give young children the same experience.

“Hey babe.” Jughead said pressing a kiss to your cheek. He had been in Toledo visiting his little sister Jellybean for the last week.

“Hey Jughead.” You murmured stepping away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned looking to see you were looking anywhere but him.

“Did you send my manuscript in?”

“They want to publish it?” Jughead grinned placing his hands on your shoulders to combat his excitement.

“They do.” You sighed looking up at him with such heartbreak he was confused, “I don’t appreciate that you did that with out my approval.”



Jughead was now beyond confused because he thought you would be happy knowing that you were getting published. Something he knew that you didn’t believe you could do on your own.

“It’s just a manuscript.”



“You don’t understand. You didn’t let me decide about it Jughead. You took that right from me and that’s not okay. I spent seven years in New York living with that and when I got back to Riverdale I promised myself I would never let that happen.”


“I’m nothing like Ian, Y/N!” Jughead exclaimed shocked.

“I know but what you did is exactly what Ian did to me. He changed my plays by convincing me they needed to change. I didn’t get to decide what happened in my plays and it affected my career.”

“I’m sorry.”



“I am too.” You cried, “I’m sorry Jughead and I’m going to regret this the rest of my life but I can’t let the time I’ve spent refinding myself and leaving New York be wasted.”

It seemed like earth was just as upset about the break up as both Jughead and you were because it began to pour down. Raising a hand to Jughead’s cheek you pressed a kiss to his lips before heading inside your bookstore already regretting that you had done.

(gif from @wallflowerproduction on youtube via their account littlesociopath

But in the end placing yourself first after those years with Ian was needed.

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The Insurance Battle Continues

This week has been sort of a rough one so far. I’m hoping it gets better over the weekend: tonight we’re going to a cajun restaurant with chicken nuggets and tomorrow there are tentative brunch and market plans, both of which are sure to improve my mood. But as of right now, I’m vaguely sick, have a lot of homework, am sans-phone for the third time since being here, and am embroiled in a weird passive-aggressive relationship with Claudia that is aggressively taking a toll on me. 

Tuesday I decided I was not mentally equipped to be the only person in my history class, so I slept in and headed to IFSA for the human rights class, which turned out to be one of the better lectures we’ve had. Lucas’ letter that we thought had been lost was also magically recovered in the second basement of some building on corrientes that honestly looked like an abandoned garage. Now I’m one letter and one pair of socks closer to being convinced that Minnesota is one of the best states. Also found out that Minnesota has cafes with portraits of Obama hanging on the walls so honestly it’s not going to take much more than that to convert me to a fan. Tuesday was also the day that my host mom’s sister Gisela went to the hospital because she was having stomach pain. I’m not sure entirely when Natalia got home, but it was not until Wednesday at some point. 

I was very out of the loop as to what was happening for most of the first like three days Gisela was in the hospital, which is obviously fine, they have way bigger things to worry about than whether or not their American exchange students knows what’s going on, but I don’t think I saw Natalia until Thursday morning maybe. I eventually was informed that Gisela had emergency surgery that cut out a part of her intestine, because it had twisted and part of it was literally dead. So it was pretty serious. Wednesday morning I woke up not having slept much, I think I was subconsciously very stressed about this whole not knowing where anyone is/when they’re going to be home thing, and then had to go to castellano at 9 in the morning. To my surprise (I guess I wasn’t too surprised considering how often this happens) and horror, I woke up to a message from Katie that the subte lines A and B were down for the day because of strikes, shocker, and that we would need take a colectivo to line D and go to IFSA from there. Needless to say, we were going to be egregiously late to this class. Thankfully, almost half of the class had problems getting to class because so many people rely on all of those subtes so our teacher was very understanding, and we ended up just watching a documentary anyways. It could’ve been a lot worse honestly, but the entire process was exhausting and so frustrating: with the amount of strikes the subte workers go on people here have just become accustomed to finding alternative routes to work to the point where the strikes don’t actually achieve anything other than mildly inconveniencing people. 

Wednesday night Katie and I went out to a bar by our house (for once!!) with Harry, who we thought was the worst but actually is like mildly okay minus a few bouts of mansplaining, and Nick, and it was actually super nice. There’s a street very close with a ton of nice-looking bars with fairy lights and good papas fritas, which is basically all I need out of a bar. 

Thursday was a day. We had our international human rights class and the professor actually gave a real lecture for once, which was refreshing and like much needed considering we have a parcial in two weeks and have learned a grand total of nothing. But afterwards was a disaster. I can’t really explain entirely why the rest of the day was such a disaster because nothing super big happened, it was just little things that made me want to not be anywhere close to Claudia for like at least two months. Prior to Thursday, there had already been some issues because the case we had originally picked was like 300 pages long. Considering we only have to write a maximum of a 10 page paper, we probably didn’t need to read the entire thing, but Claudia insisted that we did. So then we had to switch cases, but I had already read like 40 pages of the original one, so I was a bit salty that no one had responded earlier so I could’ve saved myself an hour and a half of work. But we switched, that was settled. 

On Thursday, first and foremost, no one wanted to decide on a meeting time, so we finally did: Bote Cafe 4:30 after Katie’s last class. Fine, cool, I stayed at the cafe for the time in between and did homework, finished reading our case, and was doing some other homework when Claudia showed up. She like vaguely says something to me and then asks where we should sit, because I’m at a two person table. I said we could move to the big table and claim the end, to which she responded “I’ll just sit here” and proceeded to sit with her back to me at the table in front of me, and then like sort of try to ask me what she should order. When Katie got there we moved to the big table, and she started basically ignoring me and only talking to Katie, which like fine whatever, but also like why is this even happening? Alex is late, as usual, and when she finally gets there and orders and like calms down, we start trying to work. Except NO ONE else has read the case, knows anything about it, or has done like anything at all to prepare themselves for this meeting. Which is super ironic because Claudia was the one who not only said that everyone should have the case read by the time we met, but also complained that the other case would be too much to read and made us switch. And then to show up without knowing anything about the case? You can’t try to organize and lead a group project if you’re not going to put in any effort yourself to be prepared. 

So I had to explain the breakdown of the case, the background, and basically make everyone’s decisions for them because no one else could have an opinion about a case that they knew nothing about. And the entire time I was the one who felt shitty about it because I felt like I was being patronized or seemed like I was trying to hard or whatever else because I was actually prepared and had done my part of the work. And that’s completely unfair, I shouldn’t be the one who feels bad, I’m the only one who actually held up their end of the bargain. This was just sort of a side issue though, like I expected something along those lines to happen, and I expect moving forward that things aren’t going to be done on time which is going to be stressful but also as long as I’m doing my part I can’t really control what they’re all doing. The real issue was just in how the interaction went I suppose: Claudia barely talked to me and when she did it was low-key very hostile, I can’t even explain it but she just always tries to undermine what I’m saying or tries to assert herself as knowing more about something that she knows actually NOTHING about. Her and Alex were also making plans for their night right in front of us without any shame or any like “hey you guys could come if you want!” offer, which I think is rude no matter who does it. 

And then to top it all off, the end of the group meeting was filled with “I just really need a drink/to get drunk” statements, or “let’s come to the cafe before our presentation and get coffee and put my liquor in it” type deal, followed closely by lots of comments about how people are bored and want/need to hook up with someone random. First off, not into the whole “I need to get drunk” rhetoric at all because realistically it’s becoming a mechanism to cope with issue that should maybe be dealt with sober, and also if you’re only spending time with friends when you’re drunk you’re not really friends with them, I’m sorry but like in order to have an actual friendship with someone you need to like them sober or be able to do things that don’t involve intoxicants. And this whole obsession with hooking up with people is exhausting to listen to because it’s another way of coping and validating their self worth and it’s also not something I’m interested in talking about all the time because that’s not how I feel at all, so it’s just another barrier between resolving any of these underlying issues. The icing on the cake was that the subte wasn’t working again and Katie and I had to walk an hour home. 

Friday was also not a great day, but for very different reasons. I woke up thinking that it was the day I was going to finally be able to get this cellphone that I bought like the second week here with insurance, because I wanted to be safe and prepared in case it got stolen which, lo and behold, did happen. The insurance lady had told Natalia on Tuesday that, after 72 hours I would be on the list in the system and could go to whichever Fravega I wanted and get the voucher for the rebate and new phone. So I go to the Fravega on corrientes close to my apartment, and nothing: am not on the list, they don’t have any record of the purchase, and I’m told that sometimes insurance “takes a long time”. Well, sir, it’s been 2 1/2 months, I’ve sent them all the documents they need multiple times, have called twice, have been told everything should be settled, and it’s not. At the end of the day it’s just a phone, and I should be able to get it sometime next week. I was more frustrated about the fact that nothing seems to work the way I’m told it’s going to work here, and no one who’s from here seems bothered by it. Subtes/all modes of public transportation shouldn’t just stop working numerous times a week. Professors at the universities should give real lectures, answer their emails, make the homework actually available to all of their students. Insurance shouldn’t take 2 1/2 months to put a name on a list. I hesitate to criticize the general way of life in other places because I know that I only am observing it this way because I’m foreign and the things that I perceive are different are only different because I was raised in a different way of life. People come to America and thing we do so many things in a strange way: our toilets have an excessive amount of water in them, all of our food portions are about three times too big, we don’t use public transportation hardly at all. But I also get incredibly frustrated with the perceived lack of organization here sometimes, and with how blasé people seem to be about it. I by no means want to imply that the US has everything figured out because we certainly do not, but I do think that things are more organized and there is an expectation by Americans, whether good or bad, that things be ready when they’re supposed to be and that there’s a certain degree of routine to daily life. 

Friday night I went to this palace that definitely wasn’t a palace but that had a super nice view of the city. I went with Katie and her host mom Beatriz at sunset, and the pictures we got were amazing. Beatriz is actually insane though, hands down couldn’t live with her but feel like she’s very amusing in small bursts. The first thing she said to me when she met me was that she hates La Izquierda Diario, so off to a good start.