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guernsey-island · 5 years ago

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Please answer 1-98 >:3

Weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? water bottles 2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate bars 3. bubblegum or cotton candy? cotton candy, though I don't like either very much 4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? I don't know 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? plastic cups??? 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? sportswear I guess 7. earbuds or headphones? I only have earbuds right now, but I like both 8. movies or tv shows? tv shows, but that doesn't mean I don't like movies too 9. favorite smell in the summer? the ocean 10. game you were best at in p.e.? capture the flag 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? whatever I can find 12. name of your favorite playlist? "Good Songs :D" 13. lanyard or key ring? key ring 14. favorite non-chocolate candy? I don't particularly like any non-chocolate candy. Too artificial and sweet :/ 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 16. most comfortable position to sit in? leaning back and with my legs out 17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? white converse 18. ideal weather? raining or a mild temperature like 80 degrees F paired with high humidity 19. sleeping position? I fall asleep on my side and wake up on my back 20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Google docs heheh 21. obsession from childhood? I was one of those warrior cats kids (no, I didn't pretend to be warrior cats at recess) 22. role model? Snickers 23. strange habits? popping my back, checking sunset/sunrise times 24. favorite crystal? all crystals are great 25. first song you remember hearing? Counting Stars by OneRepublic 26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? hiking 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? reading 28. five songs to describe you? Modern Loneliness- Lauv // Scared of Heights- Loving Caliber // backpack- slchld // By Now- Will Jay // Come True- khai dreams, Forrest., Biskwiq 29. best way to bond with you? don't annoy me 30. places that you find sacred? the beach when no one is there or deep in the mountains 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 32. top five favorite vines? road work ahead, jared 19, damn daniel, 2 bros chillin in a hot tub, x files theme 33. most used phrase in your phone? probably >:3 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? that spotify ad about peter and jumping/skipping rope. IF you knew what an 8track tape was!! 35. average time you fall asleep? ~2:30am 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? the pepe the frog memes 37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase 38. lemonade or tea? lemonade but tea is also superb 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon cake bc I've never had lemon meringue pie 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? I don't really remember. Let's go with Mr. Rightmyer and Mr. Mikow in general (ig matrix_multiplication). or maybe the time Sami put a lamp on her head and pretended to be Shaggy 41. last person you texted? Snickers 42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? jacket pockets 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodie 44. favorite scent for soap? hmmm something tropical 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? sci-fi 46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? clothing 47. favorite type of cheese? swiss or colby jack or parmigiano-reggiano 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? peaches bc they're the best fruit 49. what saying or quote do you live by? "you become what you think about" "success is the progressive realization of a worthy goal or ideal"- Earl Nightingale "the opposite of courage is not cowardice, it is conformity" "sanity and happiness are an impossible combination"- Mark Twain "If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading"- Lao Tzu "failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough" - Og Mandino 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? let's go with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TilHylia7rE and more recently, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voncdcV648g 51. current stresses? upcoming exams, writing essays 52. favorite font? My current favorites are Frank Ruhl Libre, Overlock, and Rajdhani 53. what is the current state of your hands? good, though I perpetually have a bump on one finger from writing too much 54. what did you learn from your first job? job?? what job? 55. favorite fairy tale? three little pigs 56. favorite tradition? sleeping 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? I don't know 58. four talents you’re proud of having? Freestyling (ground moves and juggling), shooting knuckleballs, popping my back really well, running a 5-6 minute mile 59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? I don’t know what my catchphrase would be 60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? a shonen where the protagonist is trying to survive in a crazy world, become the best at something, or master some special power (examples: tower of god or solo leveling if it was an anime) OR something with a mafia 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? "Well, if you only knew how little I really know about the things that matter"- Elio in cmbyn the movie (think about this quote all the time) "Let us cultivate our garden"-Candide in Candide by Voltaire “The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas.”- Sinclair in Demian by Hermann Hesse “I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?”- Sinclair in Demain by Hermann Hesse “Know yourself and go in swinging.”- More than this by Patrick Ness “Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”- Charlie in Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes Tons of quotes and references from Arthur, httyd, and other media 62. seven characters you relate to? Lance (vld), zuko (atla), okonkwo (things fall apart), nwoye (things fall apart), bokuto (haikyuu), sinclair (demian), hiccup (httyd) 63. five songs that would play in your club? Wednesday Girl- Elijah Who, Aso, Peachy!, Kudasaibeats, slchld // Way Back Home- SHAUN, Conor Maynard, Sam Feldt // Let Me Down Slow (Acoustic)- New Hope Club // Crush Culture- Conan Gray // All Night Long- TAEYEON, LUCAS 64. favorite website from your childhood? animal jam 65. any permanent scars? I have a ton of scars on my legs and knees. I ran into a cart at staples once and have a big scar from that. I have a few scars on my elbows too 66. favorite flower(s)? columbine (CO state flower) 67. good luck charms? none 68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? I have no idea 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? I don’t know 70. left or right handed? right 71. least favorite pattern? cheetah or zebra print 72. worst subject? hmmm biology but only bc I don't put in the effort 73. favorite weird flavor combo? I don't know. I like food 74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I don't think I've experienced enough pain to accurately answer this question. I've only taken ibuprofen once (when I got my wisdom teeth taken out), but I didn't think it was that necessary to take 75. when did you lose your first tooth? probably when I was six 76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? scalloped potatoes, hash browns, Spanish tortillas, potato salad, mashed potatoes 77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? aloe vera 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? sushi from a grocery store 79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school ID 80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth tones 81. fireflies or lightning bugs? they're called fireflies 82. pc or console? pc 83. writing or drawing? writing 84. podcasts or talk radio? podcasts 84. barbie or polly pocket? no 85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology 86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies 87. your greatest fear? Accidentally biting off my tongue and then choking on it, seeing things in mirrors, being stabbed with a knife as I enter a hotel elevator, receiving emails 88. your greatest wish? Happiness??? I don’t know 89. who would you put before everyone else? Snickers 90. luckiest mistake? I don't know 91. boxes or bags? boxes 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? sunlight 93. nicknames? let's not talk abt that,,, 94. favorite season? spring or summer 95. favorite app on your phone? google play books, goodreads, tumblr, kakaotalk, spotify, google keep 96. desktop background? it's a slideshow. the background at the moment is a photo of Manarola, Italy taken by Peter Hegedus. It's one of my favorite photographs of all time 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? three not including 911 (so four) 98. favorite historical era? 1300s in the Mongol empire or around when the spice trade was at its peak, 1800s in America during westward expansion, 1920s, ancient egypt, Harlem Renaissance

#ask #queen-defender-on-ice

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littlewritingrabbit · 6 years ago

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Letters From the Coffeehouse - Part 7

* Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6 *

The letter-writing advice is from @hycnithoides here.

April 25th 1774

Dearest Patsy,

So much has come to pass since my last Letter that my head spins to think of it, but I must first extend my Compliments to you on the subject of your Drawing_ It really is a lovely piece of Home to have pinned up in my quarters, with such bright colours and clear shapes that make a wonderful Representation of the flowers_ I do hope you shall keep up with your Drawings; they are very Good and could be used to decorate the Interior of a Home one day or even that of a Publication or Journal_

As for all of you siblings at Home, as soon as you are old enough to visit New York unaccompanied, you are Most Welcome to stay with me_ Polly may even wear her breeches and call herself whatever she pleases here - I shall be Bold enough to say that I am done with Father’s rule just as I am done with the rule of the King in England, and I intend to obey neither_

The most Important News to send to you, I suppose, is that of my last Debate with Alexander_ I was serving coffee and desserts after Dinnertime, when I heard from the table where he sat some glum Musing on the topic of the “Hopeless Case of the Patriots” or something of the like, to which he added “Though I Daresay our Mister Laurens here would think otherwise_” I asked Permission once more to interject, and when he agreed, spoke of a Hope founded not in a hopeless Rabble, but in the well-organized Citizens of every level of our great Country, and just how Grand the future could be for all of them if they Fought to take it for themselves_ He refuted me with Examples_ I found more to the Contrary_ He struck back with Considerations in the field of Economics_ I surprised him with new Ideas and Methods for supporting the Economy of such a new Country which I had heard other Scholars speaking of_ He took many Angles but there was Nowhere I could not counter him from_ By the end of the Night, he was standing on the Hearth, gesturing around while I sat atop the counter, and the Sun had long since set, but the Patrons remained to see the Outcome of our Reasoning back-and-forth_ Finally, when I returned to my Position that I believe our Cause can overcome any Impediment because we fight for the Privilege to be seen as more than the Power attained by Birth and Courtly Flatterings, and this Unites our Country more than any Monarch ever could, he stopped a Moment, considered, and then nodded and stepped down from his Perch on the Hearth_ “He has done it, Ladies and Gentleman,” he said with a nod_ “He has Convinced me of a Cause which I believed to be Hopeless_ I myself find it difficult to believe, but I stand before you, pulled unceremonious from my Cynicism by this Modern Demosthenes_”

It is true - I did say such a thing. - A.H.

He stayed, However, after the Patrons dispersed, to sit by the fireside and talk about the Future of our Cause, and the Prosperity that we hoped for after our Country has control of its own Affairs_ He is so Bright, and so Hopeful when he believes a Problem can be solved, it is no wonder I Admire him so_

You flatter me. I feel I ought to Interrupt this fine letter to offer you Thanks, my Dear Lady, for the arguments you so Cleverly sent your Brother in your letters. He is a persuasive Speaker, and your contribution to that shall not go Unnoticed. - A.H.

Alexander now visits Fitzwither’s Coffeehouse no longer to sharpen his razor wit on unsuspecting Customers, but to refute the Loyalist arguments he once held Dear, and Plot Grandly the future structures of our Government_ Oh, and perhaps to visit myself as well_

And, occasionally, to offer young Ladies Epistolary Advice. - A.H.

This as well_ My Congratulations on finding an Admirable Gentleman to converse with, and I Dearly hope he merits the Affections you show him in your letters_

And show him you will, as we have Suggestions of how to pen such Letters. Myself I would suggest a Style of Prose that is more Flowery than is usual. You may wish to Intrigue the Gentleman in question with Grandiose Vocabulary, Archaic Catchphrases, or Detailed Descriptions of something of Interest. - A.H.

Failing that, I believe it is Imperative that a letter be Sincere, and more so than it is Florid_ It is Important that he discern the Genuine Affections beneath the Latin and Poetic Phrasing_

My Dear John makes a Fair point here. The best placing for such Honesty and Affection, in my view, is Specifically the last paragraph. This allows you to hold fast his Interest with an intriguing Turn of Phrase here and there throughout the letter but remain slightly Aloof until you profess your feelings and bid him Adieu. - A.H.

But if you cannot say how you Truly feel, which is, Regrettably, sometimes the case, you may still Conceal your meaning in Allusions and References when you write_ Friendship, for example, can signify Commitment, just as Care can be substituted for Love, and Admiration for Affection_ Thus, so long as the recipient knows the Sentiments with which you Write, he can catch your Meaning easily enough_

I must go, I have Essays to write, and we are to meet with the Sons of Liberty after supper. I wish you well in your Letter-Writing Endeavors! - A.H.

I must go as well, but I know you will do Well in any pursuit of this kind, friendly or Otherwise, as your nature is very Caring and those who meet you count themselves Lucky to have had the Opportunity to_ All my Love to Jemmy and Polly and Harry - I miss you all a Great Deal_

Yours,

John Laurens

#History AND Writing #Time for a ficlet #John Laurens #Alexander Hamilton #Martha Laurens Ramsay #Jemmy Laurens #Henry Laurens Jr #Mary Eleanor Laurens #The End :))#I hope everyone enjoyed this #I know I had a lot of fun writing with their ridiculous punctuation conventions

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whentommymetalfie · 6 years ago

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You are the north star by which I sail the HMS Tommy/Alfie! HC for Tommy being so happy about something (Alfie related in one way or another) that he actually cries. I love me some angst, but every now and then these boys deserve abundant joy, and every now and then Tommy needs to be overwhelmed by a positive emotion.

A/N: You’re to sweet

-Tommy doesn’t cry often. During the first few years of their relationship, Alfie can probably count the times on one hand. And it’s no surprise really, he’s got most emotions bottled up so tightly it’s a wonder they all fit in that slight frame.

-Alfie jokingly points this out once and is rewarded by one of the few expressions Tommy displays on a regular basis: a deadpan stare.

-But as time goes by and Alfie slowly chips away at the thick wall of stony indifference that Tommy has built around himself, that begins to change.

-Tommy doesn’t know how to feel about it at first. It’s honestly quite terrifying. But he can’t keep it from happening: he finds himself laughing more often. Smiling. And yes, occasionally crying.

-The first time Tommy cries, it as usual involves alcohol. In the beginning, that’s the only thing that breaks down the walls enough for that sort of thing.

-They’ve spent the evening at the Garrison with the rest of the family (except Polly –who honestly takes every opportunity to have the house to herself and finally get some well deserved peace, and Finn, who despite his protests is still too young) And now they’re walking home.

-Alfie sees Tommy shivering and hangs his coat over his shoulders, a gesture which normally is met by an eye roll. But now, Tommy stops in his tracks and looks up at Alfie, bottom lip quivering and eyes suspiciously moist all of a sudden.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” The words are quite slurred.

“Oh, don’t mention it love.” Alfie gives him a smile, and that just about does it.

-Tommy buries his face in Alfie’s shirt and sobs in that way only drunk and overly emotional people can.

-Alfie gives the quite astounded family a dismissive wave. “You lot, trot on. Nothing to see here.” Then he wraps Tommy up in a hug and listens to a very incoherent, sobbing declaration of love that is mostly muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

-The morning after, Tommy hides completely under the covers in the bed, in a futile attempt to escape the humiliation.

-Alfie tries coaxing him out, telling him it was very sweet, the whole thing, and nothing to be embarrassed about. Forgoing any teasing he usually would’ve made Tommy endure.

-Tommy solemnly swears never to drink again, a lie no one believes.

-A little ways down the road, it actually happens when he’s sober.

-Alfie goes away on a business trip for a few days, and despite normally being attached to him by the hip, Tommy stays in London to oversee things there.

-They’ve been together nearly two years now. They can be separated for a few days. It’s… fine.

-Tommy keeps telling himself that. When he’s lying in bed at night and there are no warm legs to dig his icy toes in between. Or sitting by the kitchen table without hearing Alfie mutter incoherencies over the morning paper. Or accidentally turning to Alfie’s empty desk in the office to tell him something, only to remember that he’s not there.

-It’s fine. Completely fine.

-Alright. It may not be completely fine. Usually they can at least speak on the phone on the rare occasion they’re apart for this long, but apparently whatever shit hotel Alfie is staying at doesn’t believe in that kind of technology.

-After nearly a week without even getting to hear Alfie’s voice, Tommy has to admit that he misses him so much he might be going just slightly insane. Nothing helps. Not sleeping in Alfie’s shirt, not burying himself in work…

-Alfie is due to come home Sunday evening. So Tommy waits up. Or at least attempts to; when it’s approaching midnight and Alfie still hasn’t showed up, Tommy falls asleep on the couch

-He wakes up from the feeling of a kiss on the forehead.

“Sorry to wake you up, love,” Alfie smiles, not looking the least bit sorry. “Thought about just carrying you upstairs, but I’ve missed you too much to not get at least one look into those blue eyes of yours tonight.”

-Tommy just smiles. It’s all he can do right then. He doesn’t even realise he’s crying until he sees the crease between Alfie’s eyebrows, and he ducks his head in an attempt to hide the sudden onset of emotions.

-Believing something is wrong, Alfie cradles his face between both hands. “Something happen, love?” He knew leaving Tommy alone for so long was a bad idea, and immediately begins beating himself up for it.

-Tommy quickly wipes the tears away with the back of his hand. God, this is such a stupid thing to cry about. “No, I’m… I’m just happy you’re home.”

-He blames the late hour –strange things happen to the head at night. Though really, he’s just so overwhelmed suddenly, by how incredibly happy he is to have Alfie in his life.

-Alfie gives him one of his warmest, brightest smiles and wipes away another tear with his thumb. “Me too, love.”

#alfie x tommy #Alfie/Tommy #Tommy Shelby #Alfie Solomons #peaky blinders headcanon #wtma au #headcanon #tooth rotting fluff #I am sick and miserable and will not apologize for trying to heal myself with this #One day back at work and I get sick #working with children... you need the immune system of a 14th century farmer who survived the fucking plague #I am feeling very sorry for myself

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perditaalottachocolate-blog · 7 years ago

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One of His Best Kittens (5) - Plag Appreciation Week, Day 5: Other kwamis

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 |Day 5| Day 6 Day 7

Warning: Contains spoilers to season 2.

Also on AO3 / fanfiction.net

This prompt is actually true for chapters 2-7 of this story, but meh...

Day 5: Other kwamis

Like a typical cat Plagg liked to explore new territories. He felt at home in most locations Adrien had spent a lot of time at. To his charge’s utmost horror he actually liked to sneak out of his bag and stretch his limbs once in awhile. There was more to life than camembert, although admittedly not much in Plagg’s case.

That day he felt that need again, alas he was stuck. Adrien decided to spend a whole afternoon at Le Grande in the company of that horribly loud blonde brat he somehow considered his friend. There simply were too many people in the hotel for him to sneak out and have some fun. Last time he had done that, a maid had noticed him and all hell broke loose. He managed to escape to another level and then carefully retreated to his Chosen’s bag, but Adrien wasn’t stupid and he quickly found out about the kwami’s little trip. The cheese Plagg got that week was lousy enough for him to remember the lesson.

He toddled for a while inside the bag trying to smooth it before taking a nap, muttering under his breath and he was about to curl into a ball of black grumpiness when he felt something sniffing the bag from outside. He stiffened. Apart from Fang, the crocodile, no animals were allowed at the hotel, as it turned out during the maid incident. Could this be Jagged Stone’s pet? That would be fun, Plagg decided. The reptile was no threat to a magical creature who could phase through things, but he could provide some much needed pastime and in case of trouble all blame would go to him. How the black cat could miss out on such an opportunity? He rubbed his paws and snickered under his breath, slowly reaching to take a peek from the safety of his hideout.

A yellow bulbous head popped into his view and two blue eyes blinked at him in surprise. Plagg hissed and ducked inside.

No way.

There was no way he just saw the bee kwami, and in this hotel of all places.

He must be hallucinating is all. He curled into a tight ball and put his paws over his ears deciding to pretend he wasn’t there, but he deep down knew he was already doomed. Pollen never gave up easily and she loved to tease him.

‘Well, well,’ a honeyed voice, which Plagg knew was 100% fake, murmured right into his ear. ‘Look where the cat dragged himself in.’

Plagg cracked one green eye opened and replied acidly, ‘That’s not how that line goes, Polly.’

‘It goes however I want it to go, sourpuss,’ the yellow sprite pinched his ear and he yelped. ‘And my name is Pollen.’

‘What are you doing here, Polly? ’ The little cat moved away from his fellow kwami and pulled himself up into sitting position.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but chose to ignore the offence. ‘Getting bored, I guess,’ she replied in a flat tone. ‘I smelled camembert where there shouldn’t be any and I decided to investigate.’

Plagg huffed but scooted closer to the box of camembert resting at the bottom of the bag. Pollen giggled lightly.

‘Relax, fur ball, I’m not after your disgusting cheese.’

‘Of course not,’ the black kwami scowled. ‘This delicacy awaits only those with the most sophisticated palate.’

‘Whatever helps you sleep at night, Hello Kitty,’ the bee brushed a nonexistent speck from her fuzz and looked around. ‘Cozy, although too small for my taste.’

‘Ah, your highness dwells in an authentic Gabriel handbag, I’m sure,’ Plagg supplied petulantly. He didn’t intend to brag (well, maybe just a little if it could help him to intimidate his stingy friend), but he had spent enough time at the mansion for the high-end fashion talk to rub off on him. Yet he still choked on his own saliva when his colleague replied matter-of-factly, ‘Yes, of course.’

‘You- What?’

‘I have a comfortable compartment in a personalized white handbag from the Gabriel line,’ Pollen explained in a deadpan.

Plagg blinked at her a few times. Then counted to ten. Then mumbled something under his breath. Then counted to twenty. Then wrapped his tail around himself. Then he finally groaned. ‘Blonde, ponytail, blue eyes, wears a yellow jacket and has the most ear piercing shriek ever?’

‘Sounds about right,’ the bee replied ignoring him and inspecting her stinger instead.

‘I just- I- Nope,’ Plagg shook his head. ‘Nope, no way. Chloe got a miraculous?!’

‘She’s a precious gem, mind you,’ Pollen huffed. ‘Definitely queen material.’

‘That- that actually is convincing,’ the cat recalled all the regally overboard gestures the blonde girl displayed throughout the time he had been Adrien’s kwami.

The bee fluffed her fuzz absentmindedly and bit her lip before facing Plagg. ‘So… that green-eyed sweetie is your Chosen? Cute.’

‘Thanks,’ the black sprite wasn’t really listening to her right now, his thought already running wild. Why did Fu give away Bee miraculous? The bee wielder had yet to make an appearance during a battle but Plagg knew that guardians never handed out miraculous without a very good reason.

‘I’m actually glad I found you here,’ Pollen continued unaware of his state. ‘This saves me a lot of trouble chasing your black fellow over the rooftops.’

Her words somehow broke through the hurricane of thoughts, ‘What?’ he asked eloquently.

‘I said, this saves me a lot of tro-‘

‘I heard what you said, Polly,’ Plagg interrupted her with a flick of his paw. ‘But what do you mean by that?’

‘Fu gave me the task to find the black cat wielder and follow him to contact you,’ she supplied. Her tone was now serious, business talk left no place for mocking. She was a professional. ‘You and your Chosen should visit him one of these days.’

‘And he couldn’t have sent Wayzz? Or just come to me? He knows where I live.’

Pollen eyed him up and down. ‘Wayzz is no longer Master Fu’s kwami. There’s going to be a new Guardian and a new Turtle soon,’ she said. ‘And Master Fu knows exactly where you live. And with whom,’ she added, her tone a good few degrees colder and her gaze harder.

‘I see,’ Plagg stiffened as the implications of what she just said filled his brain.

‘Interesting times are coming, kitkat,’ the yellow sprite snickered humorlessly. ‘I hope you’re ready for the ride of the century.’

"May you live in interesting times" - a Chinese curse. Also - I was told you should prepare some tissues for the last two chapters, Consider yourselves warned.

#Plagg Appreciation Week #We Are Miraculous #Plagg #Pollen #ml fic #Miraculous Ladybug #One of His Best Kittens #Day 5: Other kwamis

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allskynostars · 7 years ago

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Strong, Chapter 5; Closer.

Read on AO3; http://archiveofourown.org/works/11748321/chapters/27008199

IT’S 3.27AM AND I AM FINALLY UPDATING THIS DAMN FUCKING FIC..

Sorry for yelling but I’m so sorry this update took an age, I’ve been super busy and super uninspired lately but I was determined to post today so here we are. :)

I don’t even think I like a single part of this chapter, but oh well. It needed to go up. Hope at least some part of this super long update was worth the wait! Lemme know!

You will notice the quality drop dramatically the further along you get, and probably tense mistakes too but it’s nearly 4am and I do not have the energy nor patience to edit properly. Also I’m on mobile so sorry for the lack of read more break cause I know this is stupidly long, and messy links!! :( Also my bold/italic text probably won't work so I'll try fix that when I've had some sleep, lol. Also just need to mention yet another AMAZING aesthetic for this fic of mine by one of my favs to ever exist @rubyventure 💝 Look at it, it’s amazing, it’s gorgeous, it’s everything. Give it some love!

https://rubyventure.tumblr.com/post/164419495848/allskynostars-rubyventure-happy-birthday

“I miss you so much, Poll. You have no idea how good it is to see your face.” Betty smiled into the screen of her laptop, her sister mirroring her own position in a different bed, leaning against the bed frame. Two sisters, so alike in looks but not much else. One in potentially the smallest town to ever exist; Riverdale, and the other in one of the busiest cities in the world; London. “So, tell me everything!”

“Betty, I wish you were here. This place is amazing and I know you would love it.” Polly told Betty animatedly about the theatre that was just down the road from her place, and how every time she went she thought of her. “There’s just, god, there’s just so much life here Betty. There’s never a dull moment, there’s always something new happening somewhere.”

“Unlike here.” Betty sighed, pulling the pillow on her lap closer too her. “Literally, nothing has changed. Oh, wait, that’s a lie. Mum made apple instead of peach pie last night, can you believe it?” Pollys laugh flowed through the crappy speakers of Betty’s laptop, and she found herself wishing she could hear it properly. She ached to hold her sister, to have that companionship that only a fellow Cooper daughter could provide. Polly noticed the way Betty’s face had dropped, she tilted her head to the side slightly.

“You should be here, doing this with me.”

“I wish.” Betty replied, letting her mind wander for just a moment, while she played with a loose thread on the pillow in her lap, to what it could be like. Living in a new city, free to do as she pleased without the watchful eye of Alice Cooper judging her every movement.

“Do it.” Betty’s eyes flicked to Pollys through the screen, a questioning look on her face, to which her which her sister just shrugged. “Why not? It’s simple enough to get a visa, and you can stay with me. I could find you a job, it’s all so easy Betty. Why the hell not?” The excitement in Pollys voice at the thought of having her sister with her was building the more she tried to convince Betty.

“But. What, what about school? I got accepted into Med- ”

“Betty, university is not going anywhere. It’ll still be there when you’re done living a little.” Polly interrupted. “What do you have to stay for? You know that Veronica and Archie wouldn’t stop you. It’s not like you have a boyfriend. Right? If it’s just about Mum and Dad I wouldn’t ev.. Hold on.” Polly stopped mid sentence, watching the way Betty’s face changed at a certain word. “Oh my god, Betty. Do you have a boyfriend?” Polly repositioned herself, trying to get closer to the screen. “I don’t know if my contrast is too high but, are you blushing?” Betty could definitely feel her cheeks turning pink, but she wasn’t about to admit that out loud.

“No, I definitely do not.” She was looking anywhere but at the screen, deciding the lose thread on her pillow needed her full attention. “I would have told you that, Poll.”

“Betty?” The needy tone to her voice drew Betty’s eyes back to the screen. “Is there a boy?”

“I mean..” Betty trailed off, shrugging. She didn’t really know the answer herself. Her and Jughead had pretty much been in constant contact all week, but who knows what that could mean. Also, the fact that Betty was sleeping over at his place tonight was heavy in her mind. Even though she was just there to babysit Jellybean, she couldn’t help her mind from wondering. She liked Jughead, that much was apparent in the way her hands her clamming up just thinking about him. “I don’t really know, Polly. It’s early days, okay?”

“Okay.” Polly didn’t press the subject anymore, instead she just smiled at Betty and mimicked a zip closing her mouth. She started to type away at her keyboard, and then there was a ding to signal that Betty had a new message. She opened it up, and clicked on the link Polly had sent through. It took her to the visa page on the immigration website, which Betty bookmarked before reopening her video call. “Whatever happens, with school or with whoever..” She winked,“I really want you to think about what I said, about coming here. I think it could be really good for you, Betty.” The smile her sister was giving her warmed Betty’s chest. She nodded, smiling herself.

“Okay, I will. I promise.” Then Betty’s face dropped, the sound light footsteps up the stairs alerting her to Alice’s approach. “Shit, Mums coming.” Betty warned her sister.

“Okay, that’s my cue. I have to go to work anyway. Keep me updated, okay?”

“Of course, Poll.” Betty could hear her mother calling her name now.

“And think about it, please. I’ll call you soon, love you. Bye!” Betty didn’t have time to reply before the call was ended and the screen went black, just as Alice let herself in without knocking.

“Elizabeth, are your ears turned off or what? I was calling you from downstairs..” Her voice trailed off at the sight of Betty sitting cross legged on her bed, the laptop sat suspiciously in front her her. “What are you doing?” Betty scrambled to close the screen, not wanting her mum to figure out exactly what she had been doing. Polly and Alice hadn’t spoken in months, and even though it upset Betty, she wasn’t about to step on her sisters toes and blurt to their mother.

“Sorry, I was just doing some research, I was really engrossed in it I didn’t hear you calling out.” Betty knew how much of a shitty liar she was, and for a moment she almost expected Alice to confront her about it. But instead she just gave her a knowing smile.

“Good girl. Now, is it tonight you are staying over at the Jones’?” Betty nodded, getting slightly worried Alice was about to tell her she wasn’t allowed. “I’m not exactly happy about you staying over night on that side of town, but you’ve made a commitment, so. What time would you like me to take you?” Betty let out a breath she hadn’t really realised she’d been holding.

“JBs soccer match finishes after 3, so sometimes before that. Gladys left me a key, and I don’t really want to leave JB on her own at all.” Alice nodded, agreeing with Betty’s responsible reasoning.

“Okay, fine. Just let me know.” Alice made to leave her bedroom, turning her head round just as she got to the door. “Oh, and next time, please ask Polly to answer my calls.” And then she was gone. Betty fell back against her bed, letting out a deep sigh. Why couldn’t her family just be normal, just for once. She let her mind wonder to Pollys suggestion for a moment, thinking about how much fun it would be to live in a different country, let alone city. She had always wanted to go to London, and given that her sister was there, who she missed so much, it was certainly something worth considering. Not even to mention how the further away from Alice she was, the better she would feel. Betty couldn’t stop herself from getting excited, the thought of seeing so many sights and having so many new experiences was pulling on her heart strings. She was snapped out of her daze by a text alert.

So, I hear you’re staying at my place tonight?

Jugheads name on her screen was something else that pulled on her heart strings.

She’s paying me double time, for both children.

She laughed out loud as she sent her reply.

So I watch JB, you watch me?

Betty knew she was being baited, but she took it anyway.

Something along those lines.

But the irony wasn’t lost on Betty. She had wondered why on earth Gladys would ask her to stay and look after JB, when she had a brother who was perfectly capable. She filed the thought away, adding it to the pile of things that didn’t add up with the Jones family.

When do I get my cut of the cash then, Coop?

Betty bit her lip, trying to conjure up some witty reply.

Oh no, does being a broody biker boy not pay too well?

She just watched her screen, waiting for his reply.

It’s a struggle out here.

She smiled at the screen, but before she could type out a reply, he sent another.

But I accept all major payment types ;)

And there she was, blushing from a text. Just from some words on a tiny little screen. Normally Betty was repelling of mindless flirting from boys, but it seemed not the case for this one.

Lesson number one: Don’t underestimate the other guy’s greed.”

His reply was quick this time.

Did you just quote Scarface? I think I might love you.

Betty could feel her heart start to race beneath her ribs, as yet another blush creeped across her cheeks. She quickly threw her phone face down on her bed with a grin, thinking she might keep him hanging for a little while.

It was 11am now and she had more than enough time to get ready to leave. She glanced back at her phone before she quickly rose from her bed and made her way to the bathroom. She turned the shower on and made sure to grab her razor, she was definitely planning on wearing her shortest pair of pyjama pants tonight, so she needed to make sure she was prepared.

She climbed into the shower, letting her thoughts roam as the water beat into her back. Alice had no idea about Jughead, and Betty was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be so accepting of her staying the night if she did. Must remember not to slip up, she thought to herself.

And then Archie’s voice was in her head “Just be careful.” Careful of what? Jughead? She thought. Even though Betty knew how it would look to an outsider, she felt she knew Jughead well enough to know she didn’t need to be careful. He was not who everyone thought he was. And although she didn’t quite know just how far his charm has gotten him with other girls, she could only presume, there was no pressure.

She shook her head, flicking water everywhere. Of course there was no pressure, there was no nothing. She didn’t even know if he liked her, he could just be mindlessly flirting to pass the time. God knows she was making it easy for him. She couldn’t really lie to herself anymore, there was no denying the fact that she felt some kind of something for Jughead. And the thought of spending some time alone with just him made that fluttery feeling in her chest return tenfold. She sighed deeply before she reached for the vanilla body wash.

She made a beeline straight for her phone once she was back in her room, she had intended to drag it out a bit longer but she knew she was slightly pathetic and just couldn’t. Jughead had sent her another message.

If you start quoting Quinten Tarantino I might just have to marry you right now.

Shall I get my Mia Wallace costume ready for the ceremony?

They spent the next few hours throwing film references back and forward, and Betty was surprised how attractive she found his ability to just run quotes off at bay. They had made plans to watch a film later tonight when JB was asleep, and Betty couldn’t explain why she was so excited.

It was late evening and Betty was at the Jones household now, laid back on the couch watching some trashy reality TV with JB who was coming down from her victory high.

“Two goals, Jelly? That’s amazing.” Betty felt like a proud big sister, which was kind of ironic in a way. Jellybean beamed from the other side of the living room.

“Wish Jug would hurry up and get home so I can brag to him.” Betty laughed, she loved the playful relationship between the two. Jughead wasn’t home yet, although Betty wasn’t surprised. He had mentioned he would be out until late evening, and it was obviously one of those errands Betty wouldn’t dare ask about. Not that it was any of her business. She made her way to the kitchen and busied herself by making some dinner for Jellybean, Gladys had left out ingredients to make mac and cheese. It was almost too simple for Betty’s culinary talent, but she must have left out of her bio.

“I am old enough to feed myself, jeez Mum.” Jellybean sighed, coming into the kitchen behind Betty, she took a seat on one of the island stools. “I swear she still thinks I’m 8.”

“You’re the baby after all.” Betty joked, picking up the saucepan to drain the macaroni. She tried to ignore the way her pulse sped up at the distant sound of a motorbike approaching, then turning down the street.

“I don’t think Jug was ever a baby.” Jellybean pondered. “I swear he just walked out of the womb with that beanie on his head and that stupid scowl on his face.” Both girls burst out into laughter while Betty added the cheese sauce to the macaroni. Jellybeans laughter stopped almost instantly as the front door opened and Jughead lumbered in with his helmet under his arm.

“Oh my god, Jug? What the hell happened to you?” Jellybeans voice was laced with so much concern Betty’s head automatically whipped around to see what was wrong. Her heart leaped into her throat. He’d obviously been involved in some kind of fight, there was a graze on his cheek that was caked with dried blood, and his eye was turning a light purple colour. Jellybean rushed over to him, trying to get a closer look.

“It’s nothing.” Jughead shrugged, locking eyes with Betty before his gaze fell to the floor.

“It doesn’t look lik-”

“Forsythia, leave it.” He snapped, not giving anyone a second glance as he stormed into the hall. Betty was shocked, for more than one reason. She had ever heard Jughead raise his voice to JB like that, nor had she ever seen her look so hurt. And she was also surprised at the fact that Jughead had called her Forsythia, which Betty took at a guess was her real name. Betty cleared her throat before announcing that dinner was ready.

“Is it okay if I eat in my room? I’m kind of tired.” Jellybean sounded deflated, and Betty couldn’t help but wonder if Jughead showing up like this was something that happened regularly. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Of course. Are you alright, JB?” Betty asked as she handed her a bowl full of pasta. Jellybean just shrugged, accepting her dinner with a thanks she headed upstairs. Betty served herself a bowl, and took it into the lounge to eat. She flicked through a few channels, settling on some rom com so distract her. As she ate she couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed that her plans for the night had been soiled. Just as she thought about heading to the spare room herself, Jughead leaned around the doorway, a DVD copy of Inglorious Basterds sticking out between his crossed arms.

“I’m going to have to take back that proposal.” He said lightly, nodding toward the TV. “And here I was, thinking you had good taste.” Betty noticed he wouldn’t look directly at her face. She didn’t reply, instead just watched him as he came and sat beside her on the couch. She could see the tension in his shoulders. He sat on her right side, so she couldn’t see the gash on his face. His hair was damp, though, and she could smell the shampoo he had used. Betty reached out her hand to cradle his chin between her thumb and forefinger, slowly turning his face around so she could get a closer look. The cut was clean, all traces of the dried blood down the drain. Now it was clean Betty could see it wasn’t awfully big, relieved that it probably would heal quickly.

“Do you want some ice, for your eye?” She asked lowly. She could feel his breath on her face, and realising the proximity she dropped her hand from his chin and pulled back. Jughead just nodded slowly, swallowing hard.

“It really doesn’t hurt that bad, and it’s not swelling up. I’m fine, honestly.” He finally looked her in the eye then, and she could see the sincerity in them. “I’m sorry, about before. I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

“I don’t think it’s me you need to apologise too.” Betty noted. Jughead groaned, dropping his head back against the couch. He brought his hands up to drag down his face.

“Fuck, and I called her by her real name. She’s going to kill me.” Betty couldn’t help but let out a light laugh at the fact that that was his main concern. “She’s going to tell you mine now. And eye for an eye.”

“Is it really that bad?” Betty asked, nudging his side with her shoulder. He gave her a look that gave her the answer.

“You basically already know, you just need to take away a few letters.” He watched her face for a moment, wondering is she was going to try and work it out. Instead she just shrugged.

“You can tell me when you’re ready.” He gave her a small smile, to which she responded with a smirk. “Unless Jellybean gets too it first, of course.” He groaned again. She pulled the DVD from his hand, waving it in front of him. “You still wanna watch this, then?”

“If you do, yeah.” He looked at her hopefully. She nodded quickly, throwing the case back into his lap.

“I’m going to go get changed. You put this in and make some popcorn.” She was leaving the room before he could reply, making her way upstairs to the spare room where she had put all her stuff. She quickly changed into her, almost too short, pyjama shorts and a white loose tank she used for sleeping. She took her hair out from its ponytail, running her fingers through it so it sat nicer. She glanced at herself in the mirror before leaving the room, wondering why the hell she cared so much what she looked in in pyjamas, for god sake. Jellybeans bedroom door is the last in the hall before the stairs, so Betty stood outside and knocked lightly.

“You okay, Jelly?” She calls through the door.

“Yeah, thanks Betty.” Came her reply. “I’m just going to get an early night.”

“Okay, see you in the morning.” Betty reminded herself to check on her again later, just to make double sure she was okay. She could smell the popcorn as she headed down the stairs, slightly surprised at what awaited her in the lounge.

Jughead had turned all the lights off, made the popcorn which was in a bowl in his lap that was covered with the soft throw from the back of the couch. He looked up from the TV where the opening menu was playing to Betty, smiling sweetly he pulled up a corner of the blanket, patting the spot next to him on the couch. She watched his eyes gaze down the length of her legs, feeling a smirk grow on her face at how his eyes lingered longer than they should have. She skipped over and climbed onto the couch next to him.

“You know this isn’t exactly a kind of snuggling film, right?” She teased, pulling the blanket over her legs.

“Oh, Coop. That is where you are mistaken.” He whispered as the film started, bringing his arm to rest against the back of the couch behind Betty. And as they watched Brad Pitt skin some nazis, Jugheads hand fell noticeably closer to Betty’s shoulder every so often, until she could feel his fingertips brushing her skin. He absentmindedly traced circles on the edge of her shoulder, causing goosebumps to rise along her arm. She shuddered at the feeling, and Jughead glanced down at her face.

“Are you cold?” He asked, and Betty could hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at him. She shook her head lightly, not wanting to look away from the screen. She could feel Jugheads gaze lingering on her face, causing the heat to rise in her chest. “You’re gorgeous, Betty. I just, I had to tell you that at least once.” The sentiment caught her by surprise, but she tried to mask it. She also tried to mask the rate at which her heart was beating considering he thought she was gorgeous.

“Just once?” She queried, shooting him some side eye. She saw him roll his eyes.

“Don’t push it, buttercup.” He joked before wrapping his arm around Betty completely and pulling her into his side. She snuggled her head into his chest, finding his heart beat was something that soothed her. The way it beat, hard and sure beneath her, confirming that she really was here. Somehow. She felt him sigh as his cheek came to rest against the top of her head. “Thanks for not asking any questions, about earlier.” He said quietly, into her hair.

“I figured I wouldn’t want to know anyway.” Betty whispered back, grasping at his shirt where her hand laid on his chest. He didn’t reply, instead he placed a light kiss into her hair. They stay like that until the movie finished, snuggled into one another. “Can you believe he worked on that script for nearly a decade?” Betty asked as she watched the credits roll down the screen.

“Yeah, that’s why it’s so good.” He laughed, more than a little biased. Betty poked her elbow into his side.

“Alright, Tarantino fanboy. Next time I get to choose, deal?” Betty crooked her neck to look up at Jughead, hoping like hell that he was on the same page as her. She would watch every film that’s ever been made if it meant she could lay into him like this, enclosed in his arm. He bopped the top of her nose with his finger.

“Deal. Thanks for babysitting me, Coop.” He smiled down at her as his fingers caressed her cheek. She took in a deep breath.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to anyway, aren’t you?” He joked, still smiling. Betty nodded her head slightly.

“It’s not that I’m complaining, because I’m having a lovely night.” She loved the way his eyes lit up the room, the depth of them emphasised by the low light in the room. “But, do I really need to be here? Can’t you watch JB?” She watched his face, waiting for a reaction, anxious that she may have poured salt into an unnecessary wound. She watched his shoulders deflate as his eyes flittered from her own, coming to focus on the wall behind her head.

“Ain’t that the million dollar question, huh?” He huffed out a humourless laugh. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but me and my Mum aren’t exactly best friends.” Betty snorted at the sarcasm, that fact sure wasn’t lost on her. His eyes fell back to hers. “But, long story short. She doesn’t trust me enough to look after Jellybean.” Now that he was looking at her again, she could see the ache that he buried deep. Betty’s brow furrowed.

“How could she not? You’re a great big brother.” Jughead widened his eyes at her, referencing back to earlier in the evening. Betty sighed and pulled away from him, choosing to sit up and face him directly. “Come on, Jug, anyone can see how much you freaking love your sister just by watching you with her. Surely you’re the one person in the world your Mum should trust her with?” She reached out and grasped his hand between her own and felt his fingers tighten around her own.

“I remind her too much of my Dad, Betts. I can see it whenever she looks at me. She’ll deny it if anyone asks, but I know it.” His grip on her hand tightened even more as he spoke, and his gaze was so heavy Betty could almost see it, a thick haze in the air. “I can fucking feel it. If she doesn’t hate me yet, she must be close too it.”

“Jug.. ” Betty’s voice is low. She hadn’t meant for her line of questioning to bring her here, but she wanted to know everything he was willing to tell her.

“I know, I know how it sounds but I can’t help feeling that way.” Jugheads voice comes out so weak that it physically hurts Betty to hear. She raised a hand to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Her other was still grasped between Jugheads hands.

“You are justified to feel how you feel, Jughead.” Her voiced trailed off, wanting to ask a question that she already knew the answer too. But he hadn’t told her directly, and she wasn’t about to give away what she already knew. “Your Dad, is he..” Jughead swallowed hard before answering, his gaze fell to their clasped hands.

“He’s in prison, yeah. Mum just thinks I’m going to end up like him. Like I’m some kind of carbon copy. I look like him, I think my leather gives her some kind of fucking flashbacks.” His eyes flick back up to hers again, with so much heat it takes Betty by surprise. She swore almost feel the heat behind them, warming her skin. “But I’m not, Betty. Im not gonna end up like him.” He started to shake his head repeatedly, back and forth back and forth. Betty pulled her other hand from his grasp, bringing it to his other cheek so she could hold his face still.

“Hey, hey, I know.” Betty cooed, trying to reassure him.

“I love my Dad. I do. But I don’t want to be him. I’m not going to be him. I’m going to college, I’m going to get out.” He was still shaking, Betty’s hands didn’t do much in the way of stopping that but she sure wasn’t about to drop them. His voice was no longer weak, it came out sure, strong. There were tears in his eyes, but they were from anger. From frustration. “This is all just a means to and end. I swear it. I won’t be him. This won’t be my life.” And she believes it, she believes him.

“Juggie, hey, I know. I know.” Betty tried to calm him down, stroking her hands down his face. “You’re worth so much more than any of this, you know that. I know that. The people who matter, know that.” Her thumb caught a tear that betrayed him, trailing down his face. His eyes are trained on her face, tracing all her features before catching her gaze. The air was static between them. Betty was almost to afraid to move for for fear of being shocked. Jugheads tongue ran along his bottom lip as his gaze flicked between Betty’s eyes and her mouth. Suddenly Betty was parched and Jughead was the only means of survival she could see.

“I.. Betty,” His voice trailed off, silently asking permission. She gave it too him in the form of pressing her mouth to his. Softly at first, her fingertips pressing hard into the skin of his face. Their lips stick together slightly as she pulled away, and she opened her eyes in time to see a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. That was enough of an invitation for Betty to kiss him again, harder this time. More sure. And she must have done something right, because Jugheads hands suddenly gripped her waist tightly. Betty whimpered into his mouth at the pressure. He used his leverage to push her back against the couch, one of his hands came to grasp her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair, tugging lightly. She ran her tongue against his, willing to to tangle with his own. He’s hovered over her now, bracing himself on his forearms. But he’s not close enough for Betty’s liking, and she lets him know by wrapping her legs around his waist, locking them together and pulling him down on top of her.

She could feel him against her core, the friction making her burn. Bucking her hips up towards him, she rolled against the hardness in his jeans, revelling in the groan that grew in his throat. His mouth traced kisses along her jaw and down her neck, his teeth grazed against her collarbone.

“Jug, wait, hold on.” She pushed lightly against his chest, only wanting him take his weight from her. But Jughead sat up quickly, raising his hands up, palm out. She couldn’t help but miss him against her.

“We take this at your pace, Betty. Whatever you wanna do.” He said it so sincerely, Betty almost choked on her words. She hadn’t mean for him to take it that way, he wasn’t pushing her to do anything. Hell, she had kissed him first after all.

“I just, I’ve never..” She gave him a lopsided smile as she sat back up beside him.

“Anything?” He raised his brow, the surprise evident in his tone. She looked away shyly, shaking her head. It’s not that it was something to be embarrass about, she was only 16. But here, with Jughead, she was overwhelmed with the need to impress him. And it was ridiculous. He grabbed her face gently, pulling it back to his his own as he kissed her nose.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, it’s probably a good thing, because I can be pretty territorial..” He widened his eyes in suggestion, causing Betty to laugh lightly. Her voice was light, and she closer her eyes before she spoke.

“It’s just, I know you’ve probably got people to compare me too and I’m worried I won’t li-”

“Woah, hey.” He shook her head lightly between his hands. She opened her eyes to look at him, and his smile is almost too much. It was like looking directly into the sun. “Nobody compares to you, Coop. Trust me. And I mean,” He shrugged, “I’ve had a few starters but never a main course.”

She laughed, hard, “You what?” He shook his head.

“Sorry, crappy analogy. I’ve done other things, but I’ve never had sex before.” He said it just like that, he didn’t shy away from it.

“Really, seriously?” She was genuinely shocked. He laughed at the look on her face.

“Yes, Betty. I swear. Everything you may have heard has all been lies.” He winked. “Except I guess I am kinda cute.” She smacked his arm before pressing her mouth to his again, pulling away only for a moment.

“You’re cute as fuck, Jones. Now take me to bed. Doing this on your Mothers couch feels like a betrayal.” She faked a shudder before accepting the hand he held out for her. He stopped to kiss her so many times on the way to his bedroom it took nearly 10 minutes to get up the stairs. They finally made it to his room, and she only had a moment to take in his minimalist approach to décor before she’s pushed into his bed on her back. She took him in as he pulled off his t shirt, all his angles and dips of muscle. He was a hell of a lot leaner than that leather jacket would let you believe.

And then his mouth was on hers again, wet and heavy. He was being cautious, but Betty wanted none of that. She grabbed one of his hands from where it lay above her head, leading it down her side to rest against her thigh. He pulled away from her mouth to give her a look that said ever so clearly are you sure? She nodded so vigorously her head could have come away from her neck. He mouth was back on her neck, it seemed to be his favourite spot. The hand she had placed on her thigh trailed back up her side, snaking underneath her tank top. She was suddenly aware of every inch of her skin as his fingers caressed the skin underneath her breast.

He let his fingers wonder so slowly, Betty knew it was for her benefit. She could tell him to stop anytime, and of course he would. But she trusted him with this. With herself. So she welcomed the feeling that took over her whole body when his fingers danced over her nipple so slightly. She welcomed every feeling Jughead Jones would cause with open arms. He swept and pulled at her gently, and she could feel the heat polling between her thighs. She had never been overcome with such need in her entire life.

“Juggie.. Please.” She spoke so lightly into his mouth, raising her hips to meet his, letting him know just exactly what she was asking for. He led his hand back down to her thing, trailing along the her of her pyjama shorts.

“These legs, Coop.” He let out a low whisper and shook his head. “Honestly.”

Betty couldn’t really find any words to reply, instead using her tongue for another purpose. Her breath hitched as she felt his hand slip beneath her shorts. He ran his fingers along her lightly, groaning at the dampness of the material.

“Fucking hell, Betty.” He looked down at her and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth shyly. He held eye contact as he quicker his pace, rubbing over the material of her panties. Betty’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, wondering why it never felt this good when she did it herself. She surprised herself with the moan that escaped her mouth as Jugheads fingers slipped underneath her panties.

There was no way she could ever put into words how this felt. Every nerve ending was standing upright, tingling every time he moved his fingers against her. Her head fell back against the pillow with a thud, giving Jughead full access to her neck yet again. He sucked on the base of her neck at the same time he slipped a single digit inside of her, slowly. The shock the pain and pleasure caused her eyes to open, her pupils blown wide. Jughead was looking down at her, the look on his face one Betty had never seen before.

“I’ll go slow,” He said softly, “If you need me to stop, you just tell me, okay?” Tears stung behind Betty’s eyes, not from the pain but instead from the way Jughead was looking at her. As if she was ethereal. “You are so beautiful.”

“Don’t.. Don’t stop.” Was all Betty could manage in reply. He peppered more kisses down her neck as added a second finger into her, moving slowly to let her adjust. When her moans became more certain, Jughead started to move his thumb against her clit. Then it was all over for Betty. “Jughead! Fuck, oh my..” He quickened his pace, curling his fingers inward slightly to hit that spot that made her cuss. His thumb worked quick circles against her clit. Given it was a first for Betty, all this partnered with Jughead sucking on the base of her neck meant she fell apart against his hand quicker than she would have liked. The scratches she left down his back evidence of how much she had enjoyed herself.

He wiped his fingers on the bed sheet before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against his side.

“You okay, baby?” He cooed, kissing her temple.

“Jughead.” She was still catching her breath. “That was.. I can’t find an appropriate enough word for whatever the hell that was. Except, thank you?” She felt him laugh against her. She couldn’t fight the yawn that escaped her, and Jughead pulled her even tighter against him. He placed another kiss on her forehead.

“You did so good. Let’s get you some rest, huh?” Suddenly Betty was exhausted, she didn’t even have enough energy to muster a response. Instead she just wrapped her arms around Jugheads middle and rest her head again his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart sing her to sleep. Just as the claws of sleep were pulling her in, she felt a Jughead whisper into her hair.

“You are something else, Betty Cooper.” He sighed. “I’m so done for.”

She fell asleep with what could possibly the happiest heart on the planet.

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And Just Like That... Everything Changed Part 4

Thankyou guys for your patience with this! I plan to make this quite a long fic with many parts to get us through the break. I have so many ideas but feel free to let me know any suggestions you have for the plot! Thankyou to everyone who has been reading, commenting and supporting! Your response has warmed my heart! xx

Part 1- https://wordsonpages1.tumblr.com/post/160768728387/can-you-please-do-a-really-angsty-bughead-fic-bc-i

Part 2- https://wordsonpages1.tumblr.com/post/160837290302/and-just-like-that-everything-changed-part-2

Part 3- https://wordsonpages1.tumblr.com/post/160906577077/and-just-like-that-everything-changed-part-3

Slowly afternoon trickled into evening and then evening transitioned into night; black, bleak and filled with questions and fear. Betty mourned at the irony of it. Just last night she had been confronted with what she then thought to be an immense source of uncertainty- the jacket.

Yet, Jughead had been there to quell the gnawing sensations of worry, listening to her fears and dissolving them for the most part with his words of conviction, strong arms and passionate kiss. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe him joining a gang wasn’t dangerous- she knew it was- but she also knew he needed a family, needed people in his corner, especially now that he was on the Southside and she couldn’t always be there. But with his touch he had dispelled her primary fear of losing him.

But now here she was, reminded that her concern last night had been ill placed.

Because it wasn’t the Southside that was pulling him away from her- It was the North. She was convinced after the display of unity she had witnessed last night that the Serpent’s would not shoot one of their own. It was the North that had him fighting for his life before her eyes with her helpless in a chair by his side. It was the North that had her facing the long and daunting night of questions and heart wrenching possibilities alone without the haven of her boyfriend’s touch, scent, words and embrace to climb into and hold her together while it all fell apart.

People had alternated, fazing in and out of the room throughout the afternoon and evening. Each offered a sentiment of hope, an affirmation of strength or a prayer. They regarded Jughead with an expression of shock horror and sadness and then Betty with sympathy and pity. Veronica had sat with her for an hour, merely offering support in her presence and not saying a word. Polly had brought balloons clearly sharing Alice’s earlier idea of brightening the room. Hal had brought her a sandwich from the crappy hospital cafeteria forcing her to eat half, before switching places with Kevin who offered updates about his dad’s investigation.

It was all redundant though.

All the talk went through one ear and out the other if it reached her ears at all. Most of it was white noise, drowned out by the pit growing in her stomach, the boulder weighing on her chest and the constrictor around her lungs.

Nurses came by at regular intervals, checking tubes and machines and scribbling on charts and commenting on the “good signs”. But none of it consoled her and Betty was sure she would not be appeased until she was able to look into his clear blue eyes and hear his full lips tell her he loved her again. It was funny how quickly the phrase had become so essential to her survival. 24 hours ago she had never heard the honest sound orated by his mouth directed at her. Yet, now she felt as though those three words were oxygen and she was suffocating without breathing them in.

The congregation of support in the waiting room eventually cleared for the evening. Leaving the Coopers and the Andrew’s to ruminate with the horrific events of the day. Betty refused to move from her position bedside, convicting that she wouldn’t leave him until she was unequivocally sure he would be okay.

Her father and Polly bade goodnight eventually, giving the still unconscious Jughead apprehensive looks from the doorway, before turning to Betty with the last of their encouraging, and pitying smiles for the night. Her mother held out longer, but eventually Betty and Fred convinced her too to go home and rest. Betty gathering the last of her coherent thoughts to assure her mother she would call her if she needed anything and that it was best for her to be there for a very pregnant Polly. Fred insisted he would stay to further placate the apprehensive Alice, unable to leave the boy he thought of like a son, and unfazed by the discomfort of the waiting room.

So that left Betty and Archie in the small hospital room again.

They sat in silence for a long time. Each a prisoner to their thoughts and fears.

Around 9pm the doctor removed the tube down Jughead’s throat, deeming him stable enough and capable enough of breathing on his own. The action bred a new wave of strength through Betty’s torn and fragile soul, hope filtering into her heart and making her shoulders lose some of the tension.

The doctor offered them each an encouraging smile, reminding them that each hour he made it through, was a positive sign, and things were looking up.

The door closed behind the white coat and Archie looked toward Betty. Her eyes were on Jughead, the edges soft and watery as they took in his face. The colour was more pigmented now and he seemed less corpse like; the thought allowed the red head to take his next breath with a greater sense of ease.

“He looks peaceful… I don’t know like he could be sleeping,” he offered, grasping at any words that could right the smile on her face, or mend the cracks in her image. The Betty Cooper before Archie Andrews at that second was a stranger, a semblance of a person he knew but couldn’t quite reach. This Betty Cooper was vulnerable in a way he had never seen, yet infinitely strong at the same time. She seemed so lost and so sure of where she needed to be at the same time. She wasn’t the Betty Cooper he was familiar with, pink lace, pastel blue, tight pony tails and reassuring smiles. It was disconcerting and threw him way off balance.

Betty didn’t look away from Jughead’s face, instead reaching out a small hand to brush his hair back again. He did achieve a smile from her, but not the kind he had been hoping for. This smile was miniscule and ghosting, as if reminiscent.

He was right too. As Betty’s hand brushed through his thick locks and her tender gaze fell to his face Archie’s words echoed in her head. Peaceful. Her brain stirred with images of dark hair contrasted against pastel pink linen, sheets pooled around his waist and muscles bared to her eyes. She saw clearly the little crease in his brows and the slight frown he would sometimes develop in his sleep. She would trace her fingers over it, soothing his skin. She thought of the feel of his chest under her fingers when she would wake first and trace idle patterns. She thought of the morning and the same expression of peace that had adorned his face as he fell asleep, her falling into slumber shortly after content. It was a sick contrast to seeing that look on his face now. The same yet somehow entirely different. It felt like this morning and right now were worlds apart.

Her chest constricted with the emotions running through her veins. Abruptly she realised how close she had been- and maybe still was- to not waking up with him again. Her heart gave an erratic jump at the concept, and the need to be close to him, to feel his skin beneath her hands, his heart beat beneath her touch, see his eyes locked to hers and his grip on her own body- her hands, her face, her waist- became overwhelming. Her eyes burned at the helplessness she felt and the frustration at her greatest comfort and solace being unable to console her as he was the cause of her grief. Her hand drifted from his hair to his cheek, stroking gently, before her chapped lips moved down to press a gentle, lingering kiss to the same spot. She closed her eyes, focussing on the faint Jughead scent that lingered, rather than the sterile smell of disinfectant that burned her senses.

It was however, that chemical burn that reminded the blonde of her surroundings. Her eyes opened and she moved back to a sitting position, running a hand through her hair as the dull hospital walls and clinical atmosphere fought its way back through her haze. She blinked and moved her eyes across the room trying to refocus the weary muscles. Her gaze then fell on Archie who seemed to be studying her intently. He startled a little when their eyes met, moving his gaze awkwardly to the floor.

“What?” Her throaty voice cut through the air. She cringed at the sound, too stark in the tense state of the room.

“Nothing,” Archie mumbled shaking his head and sighing. Betty’s eyes narrowed.

She was too exhausted to pry, but she felt frustration bubble under her skin none the less. She was grateful for Archie’s presence, she was. They needed to support each other right now, and Jughead was his best friend he had every right to be here, plus she admired his loyalty right now, a step toward atoning for previous misgivings. But she also couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that he was cataloguing her actions. She wanted to press him, demand he tell her what he was thinking, or stop looking at her with the “poor Betty” gaze and whatever undertone was mixed in with that look. But she didn’t have the will. She was tired and emotionally expended. She also didn’t have the motivation or see the levity in filtering her behaviour toward her boyfriend in that moment. Any other day, under any other circumstance she may have been embarrassed by her blatant shows of devotion, but right now it didn’t matter. She didn’t care if he felt uncomfortable.

After a prolonged moment, Betty’s body slumped back in her chair, the tension and frustration leaving her. She couldn’t keep it up. She stretched her arms above her head and sighed. Her hands then reclaimed their position over one of Jughead’s and she rested her head down atop them. The weight of her eyelids became harder to fight and her eyes drifted shut. She resigned to listening to the constant beeping of the machines attached to her near comatose boyfriend, letting each one lull her further into a state of unconscious filled with dreams of his smirk, and his hands and his words.

On the verge of a sleep she didn’t want to fall into but was impossible to resist in her excessive state of fatigue, Betty heard the scrape of a chair on the linoleum floor. Then she felt the warmth of Archie’s body close to hers, only a small space between them. His hand, reassuring yet far from the one she wanted to feel at that moment, found perch on her shoulder, squeezing.

“He’ll be okay Betty. I promise.” Archie whispered, seeming to think she had already passed out. The last thought she had before falling into a restless sleep. Was a bitter “Oh Archie, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” tinged with the wings of hope, because he had to be right.

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weird asks thing

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okay here we go

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Tea cups and coffee mugs! Not that I’m a firm collector. I just happen to have them is all.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton Candy!!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Hyper, not very cooperative, loud

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Soda bottles, though I wouldn’t mind glass cups.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Huh? I...tend to go casual, and the colour scheme doesn’t matter to me much. I’d say tomboy if I have to pick from this list though.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Headphones--if I could find a nice pair.

8. movies or tv shows?

Movies. I don’t know any TV shows.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Freshly cut grass after mowing the lawn.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Don’t even talk to me about P.E. The only thing I remember from it was the stress that dodgeball brought around.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Eggs, bread, oatmeal. Nothing too fancy. Sometimes I actually make a breakfast sandwich with avocados and cheese, but if said items weren’t in the fridge...

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Windows Down 2k18. Has tracks from many different artists and eras that I actually like to listen to. No classical though, that’s another playlist.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard. Can’t get enough of them back in university.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Fuzzy Peaches.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The Magician’s Nephew by C. S. Lewis.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Mermaid pose? On the floor, at least.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

A pair of black Adidas shoes my mom recently bought this year for me and my sister. Turns out that my sister wears the white pair more while I wear the black. Not that I mind.

18. ideal weather?

Sunny with no chance of rain.

19. sleeping position?

Mostly on my right side all curled up.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Depends on my mood. Sometimes my computer for fanfic novels. Sometimes my notebook if I have secrets to spill.

21. obsession from childhood?

Does Disney count?

22. role model?

Idina Menzel.

23. strange habits?

Talking to myself (a lot), singing at my desk (or humming), twirling my pencil too much.

24. favorite crystal?

White Calcite.

25. first song you remember hearing?

Ummm...the wheels on the bus? I can’t remember.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Walk around the park and catch Pokemon (in Pokemon GO).

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Go ice skating!

28. five songs to describe you?

“Speechless” - Naomi Scott

“Blown Away” - Carrie Underwood

“I Dare You” - Bea Miller

“Bless Myself” - Lucy Hale

“Can’t Be Tamed” - Miley Cyrus

29. best way to bond with you?

Walk through the park with me. Or talk about stuff with me. Anything, really, so long as it doesn’t bore either of us.

30. places that you find sacred?

Any place that holds a tall temple.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

a pair of denim shorts and a black t-shirt. or if it’s in the winter, a pair of jeans and a comfy hoodie.

32. top five favorite vines?

I don’t watch vines. Welp.

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Welp.

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

For a while it was this Liberty ad I remember watching while I was in the States, but that’s pretty much it...

35. average time you fall asleep?

On school nights, 12 am or so, maybe 2 am at latest. Right now, about 10 pm or so.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

anything involving grumpy cat.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Suitcase! Makes things feel more official.

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon meringue pie!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

At least once a term it’s turned into the biggest Humans vs Zombies war zone ever.

41. last person you texted?

my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Hoodies!

44. favorite scent for soap?

Anything floral works.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

my pyjamas!

47. favorite type of cheese?

Havarti. But that’s because I eat it so often.

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Probably a grape. Or a bunch of grapes.

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.” ~Thomas Jefferson

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Any GIF from Hamilton the Musical.

51. current stresses?

Job searching and updating stories on Wattpad.

52. favorite font?

Comic Sans--NOPE. Tahoma or Verdana, I guess.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Fairy smooth, I guess? Though the nails are misshapen due to my horrendous attempts at cutting them, and my pinkies are curved due to genetics passed down from generations past. Whee.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

I learned that not everyone will treat you with the same respect, and that you have to look past that flaw to give them a chance.

55. favorite fairy tale?

The Goose Girl.

56. favorite tradition?

Anything Chinese New Year related.

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Depression in the wake of my grandfather’s death; lack of confidence after my parents’ condemning; lack of concentration following a head injury

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Playing the piano, playing the violin, singing on pitch, and opening bottles with lids screwed on too tightly.

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Don’t even try to mess with me.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

I don’t even know the first thing about Anime, so I don’t even know how to answer this.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“That’s my girlfriend, you numpties!” ~Ron Weasley

62. seven characters you relate to?

Anna - Frozen

Rapunzel - Tangled

Katniss - The Hunger Games

Tris - Divergent

Rowan - HPHM

[insert 2 other characters here]

63. five songs that would play in your club?

“Turn Down for What” - DJ Snake ft Lil John

“High Hopes” - Panic! At the Disco

“Dance, Dance” - Fall Out Boy

“Victorious” - P!ATD

“Kill This Love” - BLACKPINK

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz.com or Poptropica.com

65. any permanent scars?

One on my right knee from an unfortunate slip on ice in the winter four years ago.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Daisies, lilies, or tulips.

67. good luck charms?

depends on whatever holds more sentimental value. For now, it’s a little Niffler that I crocheted off a YouTube tutorial (and its name is Nuggets.)

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I typically don’t like anything too spicy, but I really hate the taste of mushrooms. Not the Asian ones--Baby Bellas, specifically. Just...no.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Currently not applicable.

70. left or right handed?

Right handed.

71. least favorite pattern?

Huh?

72. worst subject?

Gym.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

I’ll get back to you on that.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

7 or 8.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I was...five or six? Still fairly young.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Anything that’s a mix of fries or tater tots! Those are just--mm.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

I’m not much of a plant-grower but any small plant works fine.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi from a grocery store, please.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

School ID photo.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel tones.

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Fireflies. What are lightning bugs??

82. pc or console?

Console--and here I wish I still had one!

83. writing or drawing?

Writing.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Talk radio.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie--mostly because I didn’t know Polly Pocket existed until I was like 10 or 11.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Fairy tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cupcakes! Cookies! Can I say both???

87. your greatest fear?

People stabbing me to death with nothing but words of betrayal on their lips.

88. your greatest wish?

Hey, if I told you that, it wouldn’t come true.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My little sister.

90. luckiest mistake?

Haven’t had any recently.

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight!

93. nicknames?

Never had any, though someone in an old English class I used to teach thought it’d be funny to call me Crayola.

94. favorite season?

Spring!

95. favorite app on your phone?

Pokemon GO for now.

96. desktop background?

A picture I took last summer of a monarch butterfly landing on a pink flower.

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

None? Okay, like, 3, but mostly because they’re really important numbers.

98. favorite historical era?

Music speaking, the Classical era. Otherwise, I don’t know, I haven’t studied that extensively into history.

#this took me way too long #rip #about clara lin #about me #legit though

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