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cheerscoops · 1 year ago

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tag game dump!

so my very favorite @quinnkeerys tagged me in a whole mess of tag games, and I'm going to put them under a read more here so as not to spam the dash. I know @iero and @corrodedcoffn also tagged me in a couple of these, so a big thank you to them as well <3

if anyone wants to do any of these, you can just say that I tagged you

Last Song: Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

Currently Watching: right this second, I'm watching nothing because I'm at work. but my lunch break tv show is currently Parks and Rec, and then I'm switching back and forth between Solar Opposites, Vanderpump Rules, and a Stranger Things rewatch when I'm at home. I'm also really obsessed with Claim to Fame right now

Currently Reading: rereading The Big Sad™️ as I try and write more of it, but I'm also reading Funny You Should Ask by Elissa Sussman

Current Obsession: not to copy RJ's answer, but have you seen my url?

5 drinks to get to know me: hot coffee with a little sweet italian cream flavored creamer, hot chocolate spiked with whipped cream vodka and topped with mini marshmallows, ice cold water specifically out of my giant insulated purple water bottle, peanut butter and banana smoothie, a cocktail called a manhattan

10 comfort movies: the princess bride, spree, enola holmes, little women (1994), beauty and the beast, edward scissorhands, the wedding singer, scream, cutthroat island, anastasia

Name: Anna

Age: 31, to quote JCB "she's old, love"

Favorite season: Autumn because I am nothing if not a basic white girl

Movies or TV shows?: is it cool to say both? I love both forms of storytelling so much, but I will admit that I gravitate more towards tv shows. like, someone please explain to me why I won't be in the mood to focus on something for two hours to enjoy a movie, so I'll put on a tv show instead and the next thing I know I've watched an entire season in one sitting

Do you carry a bag/purse? What kind?: I am a mini backpack girlie. the current one is hellfire club patterned, and before I got that one, I was going back and forth between the loungefly that looked like steve's scoops ahoy uniform and a stranger things one that I found at target

What color is your water bottle?: lavender. I would put stickers on it, but I'm afraid that I'd ruin the stickers, so it's very plain

What color is your phone case?: teal, but it's super grody since I've been using it for so long. I should probably get a new one, but I'm due for a phone upgrade soon, so I don't want to spend money on a new case if I'm just going to have to get a new one when I get my new phone

Do you sleep in silence or do you need white noise/sounds/music?: I fall asleep to spree every single night. don't ask me why, but I find kurt kunkle drawing his life to be very soothing

Top sheets. Yes or no?: yes. when it's warm, the top sheet is the only blanket I use because all other blankets are too hot, and I can't sleep without a blanket of some sort

You're in the candy aisle at the corner store, what are you grabbing?: it depends on my mood. if I want fruity, I'm getting pull apart twizzlers or haribo happy cherry gummies, or the super cheap strawberry gummies from the dollar store. if I want chocolate, it's typically something with caramel. I gravitate towards milk duds, caramel m&ms, twix, and milky way midnights. also peanut butter m&ms

Preferred mode of travel (plane/train/car/bus/on foot/etc.): in my day to day life, my car is my lifeline. public transit isn't the best in my area (doesn't go anywhere near parents' house and idk if it goes anywhere near mine), so I've never really used it. when going on vacation, I prefer planes and trains though because I am not built to drive long distances

What's your phone background right now?: lockscreen is my photo op with joseph quinn from philly, home screen is a collage of eddie munson pics

Are you more of a miminalist or a maximalist?: the minimalist aesthetic is lovely, but it could never be me because I love little trinkets and art too much. maximalist all the way

It's time to paint your bedroom! What color are you choosing?: I have had the same pink and white striped wallpaper as nancy wheeler's bedroom in season one since I was seven years old, and I love it dearly. at my new place, my bedroom walls are this deep gray-ish purple, and I'm quite fond of that, so maybe I'd choose that color if it wasn't already what I already had. I'm also a big fan of blue, and that's supposed to be better for your sleep, so maybe a light blue

And finally, tell me something that brings you joy: stealing RJ's answer, but working on cheerscoops week graphics and stories (even The Big Sad™️) is what's keeping me going right now

#tag game

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writingsoftheghost · 5 years ago

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Chocolate

Based on this prompt by @pisssmoothie

Remus was doing what he did best, being chaotic. He had bounced from he couch to the top of the tv and then into Logan’s lap. Logan had given him a soft kiss before he’d jumped off again. Everyone had decided to just let him run around, he wasn’t bothering anyone too much, except Roman who would like him to stop unplugging the tv.

Remus did another full circuit of the living room and had begun to chew energetically at Logan’s tie. He started tugging on it like a dog playing tug of war, Logan allowed him to constrict his breathing for a few moments before gently pulling the duke into his lap. Remus only allowed a few moments of affection before he was off again.

“Logie! Play with me! I’m bored! How about we do that thing where you chase me around the house with a net?”

Logan rolls his eyes, “Getting my pen back?”

Remus nods, “Or! Roman! We could go make something!” He does a backflip off the wall and onto the couch.

Patton and Janus enter the room then, “We made fudge!” Patton calls.

Remus’s eyes dilate, “Ooh! Gimme!” He makes grabby hands for the plate in Janus’s hand.

“Calm down, you gremlin. Here.” Janus tosses him a piece.

He puts the whole thing in his mouth and plops down on the floor. Janus hands him a few more pieces to occupy him and then distributes them to everyone else in the room.

“I’ll go bring Virgil some,” Patton says cheerfully.

Janus goes back in the kitchen to wait for Patton so they can continue baking. Roman returns to his tv show and Logan turns his attention to his boyfriend. Remus is still on the floor, happily licking the fudge residue from his fingers. When he’s done he quietly stands up and relocated to Logan’s lap. He plays with Logan’s tie but not like he did before. Now it’s done lazily and as if he’s merely doing it because there’s nothing else to do in the vacinity.

Logan smiles and pulls him close, asking him if he’s alright.

Remus nods and sits up a little more, “Can we watch a movie?”

Logan nods, “If you want to.”

• • •

Remus is throwing things to the floor in his room, after everything is off his desks, drawers, bed, and table, he decides to look for entertainment elsewhere.

Logan is sitting in the commons, a pen between his teeth and Roman’s latest script in front of him.

Remus throws himself onto Logan’s lap, crumpling the papers beneath him.

“Hello, Remus.” Logan says plainly, a soft kiss is pressed to Remus’s cheek.

“I’m bored!” Remus says, “Let’s do something!”

Logan pulls his work out from under Remus and sets it aside, “What would you like to do?”

Remus thinks for a moment, “I’m gonna throw knives!”

Logan shakes his head, “How about you design a creature? We can dissect it in the imagination later? Or let it wreak havoc on Roman’s side? He said he needed something to fight.”

Remus nods, “okay!” He summons a bucket of paint and a blank canvas. He dunks his entire hand in the bucket and starts splattering paint. Logan watches him as the splotches become a horrific beast.

Before he finishes, though, Remus decides that this is boring. He picks the paint bucket up and dumps it onto the floor. He lays down in it and makes wise sweeping movements with his limbs.

“Paint Angels!” He cackles.

Logan nods, “Can you change the paint colors?”

Remus nods and the red paint becomes a kaleidoscope of green and blue.

Logan smiles, “Very good.”

Remus grabs his ankle and pulls him into the paint.

“Make an angel.”

Logan nods and mimics Remus’s movements. Soon there are two angels on the living room floor.

Before Remus can fling a handful of paint onto the stairs Patton comes in with a large bag of peanut M&Ms.

Remus freezes and drops the paint in his hand.

“What are you two up to?” Patton asks as he attempts to make this seem normal. He pops a handful of the candy.

“Angels,” Remus says quietly. “Can I have some M&Ms?”

Patton nods, “Hold out your hands.”

Remus holds out his paint covered hands, he doesn’t even wipe them off before Patton fills them with the small multicolored chocolates.

Remus plops down on the floor amidst the paint and begins popping M&Ms into his mouth one by one.

“Remus?” Logan asks.

“Mhm...” Remus hums quietly before popping another chocolate in his mouth.

“How about I clean this up?”

Remus only nods and eats a few more candies.

Logan stares at him for another moment before snapping the paint away. Remus finishes the last of his candies before laying back on the floor.

“Cephy? You okay?” Logan asks softly.

Remus hums contently, “Yeah.”

Logan thinks for a moment, he’s seen Remus do this lots of times and he never knows why. It’s always after he eats snacks but not after every snack, only a few. The correlation between the two hits him suddenly. Chocolate! Chocolate snacks must cause Remus to enter this calm state. Logan decides to perform an experiment just to be sure.

He explains his plan to everyone except Remus.

“I have to ignore him all day?” Patton cries. “What if that makes him sad?”

Logan shakes his head, “He shouldn’t be upset, just a little more desperate for attention than usual. It’ll build up.”

“Okay...” Patton says, “But if he starts getting upset by us ignoring him we have to stop.”

Logan nods, “Of course.”

•••

Remus has tried everything. He’d even lit the couch on fire and Patton had just moved to the floor. No one was paying attention to him. He started running over the ceiling around two pm and no one had told him to come down and it was almost four!

He was just about to start flooding the kitchen when Logan came in.

“Remus,” he calls.

“Are you here to give me attention?” Remus asks excitedly.

“No, well, yes. I’m here to give you these.” He holds out his hand and shows Remus the Hershey’s Kisses.

Remus’s mouth falls open and his eyes fill with tears. “You brought these for me?”

Logan nods, “I know you like chocolate.”

Remus nods and wraps his arms around Logan’s neck to pull him in for a non chocolate kiss.

Logan chuckles, “I thought you’d be more excited about these kisses.”

Patton pops his head around the corner, “You made a dad joke!”

Logan’s face turns bright red, whether from the position he and Remus have been caught in, or the fact that he was caught making a dad joke.

“I’ll leave you two alone now,” Patton says with a grin and a wave.

Remus pulls Logan onto the couch and starts pulling chocolates out of the nerd’s pockets one by one.

He unwraps one and puts it to Logan’s lips. Logan shakes his head, “They’re for you, Cephy.”

Remus nods, “I want you to have some too.”

Logan laughs, “Alright.” He allows Remus to place a chocolate in his mouth.

Remus is entirely calm for the rest of the day. And now everyone knew a way to calm him down.

Roman would toss him an M&M while they worked. Patton would let him eat some of the chocolate chips while he baked. Virgil carried various mini candy bars in his pockets at all times. Janus always had some candy for Remus in his room. And Logan gave him chocolates when Remus was having a thought spiral. Logan was sweet to him and gentle. Anytime Remus was starting to get a little too energetic, Logan simply pulled a candy out of his pocket and wordlessly offered it to Remus.

The discovery of Remus’s response to chocolate was good for everyone. And most of all it made Remus happy.

#intrulogical #sanders sides #ts roman #ts remus #ts janus #ts deceit #ts logan #ts patton #ts virgil #fic #chocolate #prompts

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years ago

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10. “What kind of candy should I get.”

October 23, 2019

Looking around the small kitchen, he made a couple of quick notes on the pad of paper in front of him. Wednesdays were his day off and usually his grocery shopping day. Halloween was a week away and he needed to get something for all the little goblins that would be coming to their door.

“Hey, what kind of candy should I get?” Race looked up from the pad of paper to Kat who was sitting at the kitchen table. She had come over to grab a hoodie she had left at the house after a bonfire.

“Not the gross kind.” She glanced up at him. “Get Reese’s or Kit Kats. Kids love those.”

He nodded, adding those to the list. “What else should I get? You know how many kids we get in the neighborhood. What are you guys doing?”

“I grabbed a bunch of bags from Costco and some mini Rice Krispie treats for the kids that can’t have chocolate.” Kat shrugged.

Race smirked, shaking his head. “You always think of these things.”

“I kinda have to.” She smirked. “Ralphie couldn’t have any chocolate due to his allergy so I try to have other things for kids to choose from.”

Race had met Kat’s younger brother, Ralphie, a couple of times at holidays and other functions. He was a nice kid who absolutely adored Kat and looked up to her.

“Wait, you said gross kind. What kind of candy is the gross kind?” Race asked, looking over at her with a confused look. “If I remember right, as a kid, I didn’t care what kind of candy I got as long as it was candy.”

Kat laughed. “True, candy is candy but there’s certain ones that kids just don’t like. Good and Plenty, Licorice, Paydays, and Candy Corn. I remember pushing those aside and hoarding all of the good stuff - Reese’s and Kit Kats and the occasional Peanut M&Ms.”

“Hey now, Paydays are amazing! That’s one of the best candy.” A new voice defended it as Race added it to the grocery list.

They both looked up at the new voice, a smile crossing both of their faces. “Of course you’d like Paydays, Spot.”

“Hey now, don’t be getting on me about my choice of candy. At least it’s not Reese’s or Kit Kats.” Spot dropped his bag in the hallway and kicked off his shoes before walking into the kitchen. Walking over to Race, he gave him a kiss before greeting Kat. “What are you two discussing?”

Race looked over at his husband. “I’m putting together the grocery list for the week and Kat’s not so helpful. She told me not to get the gross candy . . . one of which is Payday.”

“So we’re going to have a candy debate?” Spot grinned, clapping his hands. “We should totally do a candy knockout - battle of the candies and see which ones come out on top.”

Race looked between Kat and Spot, both of whom looked way too excited at the prospect. “I’m going to the grocery store in an hour - there’s no time for a candy knockout. I’m getting Paydays, Reese’s, Kit Kat’s, Tiwx, and Snickers, along with Rice Krispie Treats”

“Wait, when did Snickers and Twix get thrown into the mix?” Kat and Spot talked over one another asking the question.

Race grinned. “Those are my two favorite candies, so of course I’m going to get some.”

“Dude, those are the worst.” Kat exclaimed, shaking her head.

Race’s eyes went wide. “Just because you like the basic Reese’s and Kit Kats, doesn’t mean every other candy is the worst.”

“Basic candy?” Kat raised an eyebrow. “Those are fightin’ words, Racetrack. Care to take them back?”

He merely laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, the look on your face when I said it was brilliant.”

Spot just laughed at the brother and sister arguing at one another. “Are you two really arguing about candy right now? Grow up.”

“Says the man who likes Paydays.” Kat rolled her eyes, picking up her phone, giving the two men a look. “Jack agrees with me and Race - Twix, Snickers, Reese’s and Kit Kats are the best. He says that Paydays should die.”

Scribbling something else on the list, Race threw down the pen, giving the two a look. “I’m heading to the store. Can I trust you two not to destroy my house while I’m gone?”

Kat and Spot looked at one another, nodding slowly. Race grabbed his list, making sure his wallet was in his back pocket along with his phone before giving the two a look. Walking out of the kitchen, he heard the two discuss something before walking out the door.

An Hour Later

“I’m back. All is well?” Walking into the house, he carried three reusable bags in his arms, setting them on the kitchen counter. The house was quiet, which was a miracle when Kat and Spot were together.

Peeking his head into the living room, he saw Jack, Spot and Kat looking at a piece of posterboard together, pointing at something written on it. “All is calm, Racer.” Spot looked up at him with a grin.

“Then what are you three doing?” Race started putting away the groceries, leaving the two of them to do whatever they were doing. He grabbed a bottle of juice out of the fridge before joining them in the living room.

Spot chuckled, picking up the poster board, showing it to Race. “You actually had a great idea - we decided to do a candy knockout. We laid out all the candy we could think of and laid it out in a knockout round.”

“You all are crazy . . . but I’m in.” Race grinned, looking over at the poster board. “What are the rules?”

Kat quickly explained the rules, they would debate which of the candies were better, then decide which one would be moving on. Some of the candies were easier to decide which would be moving on before moving onto the next section. In total they had 20 different candies they were debating. Before long, it was down to two candies.

Race raised his eyebrow in Kat’s direction. “It comes down to the final two. Paydays and Reese’s. Which will be the reigning champion?”

“Reese’s.” She quickly casted her vote for the candy.

“Payday.” Spot quickly followed as Race looked over at Jack with an eyebrow raised, challenging him to pick one.

Jack groaned, loudly. “Ugh why do we have to pick just one . . . why can’t there be a two way tie?”

“That’s not how it’s worked for the last 14 rounds, Jack.” Kat rolled her eyes at her husband. “Pick one - Reese’s or Paydays.”

Race grinned. “I pick Paydays.”

Kat looked at her husband. “So it’s 2-1 in favor of Paydays. What’s your vote Jack?”

“What if it ends in a tie?” He questioned, looking at the three of them.

Shrugging, Kat picked up her phone and dialed a number. “Then we’re bringing in a source that won’t really care and will just pick one.”

“I choose Reese’s. It’s a tie.” Jack quickly said as Kat dialed the number.

They listened as the phone rang a few times before a voice answered. “Hello?”

“I don’t have time to explain but I need you to pick one - Paydays or Reese’s.” Kat hurried as she looked at the three of them.

He sighed. “Are you and Jack having another disagreement?”

“Well, me, Jack, Spot, and Race. It’s tied right now and you’re the deciding voice, Davey.” Kat said as a loud sigh came across the line.

“Why do you always call me to be a tie-breaker?” Davey asked.

Spot snorted. “Because everyone else knows our tells and would side with whoever is talking. You just don’t care and will just pick one. So what will it be, Reese’s or Payday?”

“Payday; now leave me alone.” Davey quickly ended the call, not wanting to know the fallout from his decision.

Spot and Race jumped up and did a jig as Kat and Jack looked at the two idiots dancing. Kat stood up, giving the two a look, who paused in their sloppy jig. “I guess the best candy won.”

“It was a well fought battle, Kat.” Race held out his hand for her to shake. “But the better candy won out.”

She gave him a look, before looking over at Spot. “I’m going to curl up in the corner with my Reese’s . . . I do not wish to be disturb.”

“Well then it’s a good thing that I bought something for you.” Race snuck into the kitchen and came back with a giant Reese’s cup, handing it over to her. “Don’t eat it all in one go.”

Jack glared at Race. “When she’s bouncing off the walls at 2 in the morning, I’m shipping her over here. You guys can deal with her.”

“You’re welcome, Jackie boy.” Spot laughed, watching Kat bust into the candy and breaking off a piece before putting it in her mouth, a content sigh slipping through her lips.

Happy early Halloween everyone!!

#newsies #newsies fan fiction #writing #ask #drabble requests #newsies drabble #drabble prompt #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #katherine Kelly #Jack Kelly #Halloween #candy debate

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silverarmedassassin · 5 years ago

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Vlogmas Day 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2,232 Warnings: Disgustingly sweet Bucky. Feelings of self-doubt and all-around relationship insecurity. Summary: You’re a prominent YouTuber. You’re also dating one of the most popular of the Avengers. What happens when you decide to merge these two aspects of your life? Christmas content, that’s what.

2019 Christmas Masterlist

“Uh, is this thing on?”

Bucky is fumbling with the camera you had meticulously set up on the opposite side of your kitchen island. You’d somehow convinced him to star in one of your Christmas videos this year, despite the fact he still wasn’t entirely sure what exactly you do with them. You were just happy he was trying to embrace the tech-centered side of your life

“You don’t need to stand so close,” you giggle as you finish setting out various Christmas candies. Tonight, you’d be filming a gingerbread house decorating competition video with him, and you did not shy away from getting all the fixings. “In fact, I’m going to need you to step away from the camera before you ruin my setup!”

Bucky peers into the little lens once more before he turns back to make his way around the island. You shake your head as he stops to give you a chaste kiss before settling in next to you. “Such a sap,” you whisper under your breath, knowing full well he can hear you. Adding a little louder for the camera, “I’m leaving that in for my viewers to see, I hope you know. Gotta let everyone know you’re not as big and scary as you try to come off.”

Bucky grasps at his chest feigning hurt, sending a cheeky wink towards the camera. “Just don’t tell Sam, I’ll never live it down.”

You roll your eyes and smile before getting serious again. It was already ten at night and you knew this was entire process was going to take at least two hours. You were antsy to get this filmed and over with so that you could get some cuddle time with your man. Bucky had been gone for a week, so there was a lot of time to make up for.

You double-check that the little red light is still on, indicating that the camera is still recording, and take a breath. “So, just a warning, this is going to seem a little...weird.” You’d never felt self-conscious about your YouTube channel when it came to Bucky. Even though he didn’t really understand what you did or how it allowed you to make money, he still supported it. He never had much interest in watching your videos, not that the content was relevant to his life anyway, so the persona you put on for the camera was more than likely going to be a shock for him.

“I uh, act a little different on camera, just to let you know. Not like fake or anything, but a little more high-energy than you’re probably used to seeing. And honestly I’m a little nervous doing this with you, in front of you, so like, I’m sorry if you’re weirded out by everything. I promise I’ll never make you do another video again if you don’t want to an-”

“Baby, shh,” Bucky cuts of your rambling, rubbing a hand up and down your arm in comfort. “You know I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want to. And anyway,” he adds with a snicker, “I may have unintentionally overheard Wanda watching a video or two a few weeks back so this isn’t going to be anything new.”

You can feel the pink spread up your neck and onto your cheeks. Even though it made you feel a little better about getting started, you were still slightly embarrassed that he had heard one of your videos without you knowing. You take a deep breath in an attempt to center yourself before looking back at Bucky. “Okay then. Ready?” He gives a quick nod and you start in on your spiel.

“Hi everyone! Welcome back to my channel and happy holidays!” You internally cringe at how overly excited and fake your voice sounds. “Today I have a very, very special guest with me. This is James-”

Bucky snorts, cutting you off before you can continue. “Since when do you call me James?”

You huff half-heartedly but smile and wrap your arms around his muscular middle. “Or, as the rest of the world knows him, Bucky Barnes!” You turn to him fully then, poking a finger to his chest. “No more interrupting or I’m going to have to start this over until it’s perfect.”

Bucky grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. “Everything you do is perfect, doll.”

“You’re only sweet talkin’ me ‘cause you know I’m going to kick your ass at this decorating!”

You don’t leave room for him to argue, however, immediately turning your attention back to the camera.

“Today, after some begging and promising of all the leftover candy, Bucky has agreed to debut his YouTube skills in a friendly gingerbread house competition.” You reach for the pre-made gingerbread house you’d already unpackaged and nod at Bucky to do the same for his. “Here are the very plain, very pitiful houses we’ll be working with today.”

“Are you sure these are edible?” Bucky asks as he leans down to inspect his a little further. He crinkles his nose as he straightens back up. “It smells like plastic.”

“The goal of this is not to eat the house, dear. It’s to kick your butt and show my viewers that I’m the superior house decorator!”

“That’s so wasteful.” He begins in on one of his ‘I lived through the Depression’ speeches before abruptly stopping. “You really think you can beat me at this, don’t you?” He narrows his eyes at you and you can’t help but laugh.

You lean up on your tippy-toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “I still love you, though.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but smiles and leans into the kiss. He can’t stay even remotely annoyed when you’re around.

“Anyway,” you say turning back to the camera, “the premise of this is pretty simple. We’re each going to decorate our respective house, and at the end, you, the viewers, are going to vote for who’s is the best by commenting.” You turn to look at Bucky then. “That way it’s a fair victory.”

Twenty-minutes and a lot of giggles and candy-eating later, you’re both adding the finishing touches on your houses. You had to admit, Bucky’s didn’t look that bad. He had made a fair point earlier, mentioning that he did attend a few art classes with Steve before he was drafted for the war. He’d drawn a little pattern on the roof of his house with the frosting, embellishing it with peppermint candies and a few hot chocolate Kisses. Yours, however, did have a gumdrop garden, and that had to give you some points, right?

You were watching Bucky in your peripheral, could see how concentrated he was hunched over his little gingerbread creation. He was focusing so hard on placing mini M&Ms along the roof. “Like those Christmas lights Tony puts on his cabin!” he had exclaimed when the idea popped in his head. He didn’t even notice when you stopped working on your own decorating and turned your full attention to him.

It still surprised you, sometimes, that this mass of a man, once the world’s most successful and feared assassin, was really just a big softy. It made your heart want to burst to know that you were one of the lucky few who got to see this side of Bucky all the time. It felt like your own little secret world and now that you thought about it, you were a little nervous to give this side of him away, even just through a video.

“You know,” you say nervously as you go back to piping frosting haphazardly around the house. “A lot of people are probably going to see this video…”

“Mhhm?” Bucky responds but doesn’t dare break his concentration.

“Like, maybe 570,000…” You bite your lip when he glances up at you, bright blue eyes asking the question he isn’t going to verbalize. “So?” you can hear him say. “I’m just a little...scared isn’t the word, but neither is nervous. I mean, this is going to be the first time any of my subscribers are going to learn about you. We’ve kind of lived in this little world for what, a year and a half and I’m scared it’s going to change when I post this.”

Bucky set down the bowl of candies then as turned his full attention on you. “You mean you’ve never mentioned me before?”

“I mean, I’ve insinuated I have a boyfriend, and Tweet about you all the time.” You smile then, knowing Bucky’s full-out hate for the social platform. “But I’ve never mentioned you by name before. Not even what you do.”

A hint of something flashes across Bucky’s face. Disappointment? His own fear? You’re not sure, but you can already guess where his mind is going. “It’s not because I’m embarrassed by you if that’s what you’re thinking! I guess I just...I didn’t want you or your friends, or even my followers to think I’m just using you for views or subscribers. Because I’m not. I love you, really love you, and the whole influencer or whatever bullshit side of my life doesn’t even come to mind when I think of you.”

You shrug, not sure where you’re going exactly with the spiel. “I just don’t want the introduction into this side of my life to change anything, I guess.”

Bucky reaches out to rub a comforting hand up and down your arm before fully enveloping you in a hug. "Hey now, since I've known you I've never once seen you care so much about what other people think."

He pulls away just enough to look down at you. "Trust me, I know how hard it is to not pay attention to what other people are saying about you, but you can't listen to them. The only thing that matters, especially in our relationship, is what we think about each other. And right now I'm thinking about how cute you look with frosting on your nose."

You reach up and rub at your nose, confused when you pull away with a clean hand. "Wha-?"

Before you can register what he's doing, Bucky is smearing a glob of the sugary paste across your nose. "See, just as cute as I thought!"

You swat at him as he leans in to kiss you, but you easily relent. Leave it to Buck to take a sour situation and make it sweet.

You practically bolt from the elevator when it stops on the residential floor of the Tower. You’d called Bucky about 20 minutes ago making sure he was home, and when he said he didn’t have anything planned for the day, hightailed it the few blocks from your apartment.

You peer around the open-concept living area and spot the super-soldier in question. You basically launch yourself at his unsuspecting form lying belly-down on the couch. “Bucky!”

“Do-” You cut him off as you jump on top of his wide back.

“I have news,” you see as you lean over to look him in the face, hair creating a curtain around your faces. “Good and bad. What do you want first?”

Bucky chuckles as he maneuvers you so that he can roll over to face you. “Uh, good I guess..?”

I lean down and peck his lips before kissing the tip of his nose just because you can. “My viewers love you. In fact, they think you’re the best thing that’s ever been on my channel. To hell with me, they only want to see you!” You’re not entirely sure why this makes you so happy. You already knew everyone was going to love him, how could they not? But the reality of it all, the fact that he is not officially part of every aspect of your life makes you giddy.

Bucky laughs, really laughs, and you can tell how happy that makes him. Acceptance is still something he struggles with and, even though he didn’t let it show when you were filming, he was definitely nervous about the entire thing. “And the bad news?”

You cross your arms and give your best pout, but you already know Bucky can see right through it. “All this love for you also means that you win.” You huff when his eyes light up.

“Yes!” Bucky shoots his metal arm into the air, almost knocking you off his lap. “I knew it! And you said you were superior.”

“Are y’all talking about you filmed the other night?” you hear Sam ask as he plops down on the couch opposite you, a bowl of ice cream in hand.

“Yes. The people have spoken and I win.” You roll your eyes as Bucky gloats.

“Nah man, yours looked like horse shit. I voted for Y/N. Did you see that gumdrop garden?”

“Thank you!” you laugh and stick your tongue out at Bucky. “Wait, you guys watched it?”

Bucky shrugs as he pokes at your tongue. “I was interested in what I look like on camera. Turns out, I look damn good. I should start one of these things!”

You groan as you lean back into Bucky’s chest, but you can’t help but smile at the same time. Maybe introducing your boyfriend to the YouTube world wasn’t the worst thing. Plus, you could use some help with even more Christmas videos you had planned for the year.

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sapphicscholar · 6 years ago

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Summary: Kara's first time handing out candy in her new home brings an adorable kid in a Super-suit and his very attractive mother to Kara's door, and they find they might get even more than candy out of their Halloween nights

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“Alex, this is important.”

Alex fixed Kara with a stern glare. “It’s Halloween candy that stores think they can charge more for than normal because all the sudden it’s in the shape of a pumpkin and wrapped in orange paper.”

“So you think I should go with the Reese’s pumpkins then?”

“Oh my god, where did you get that from what I just said?” But Kara was already crouching back down to the lower shelves to inspect all the offerings for a fifth time.

“Okay, so I think the Reese’s for sure. And a bag of Snickers.”

“Because they’re your favorite.”

“I’m sure other people like them too…” Still, Kara tossed an extra bag in her basket in case they liked them too much.

“But that means you need to get Twix for me.”

Kara crinkled her nose in disgust—no matter how much she liked candy, she didn’t get how Twix could ever make it to the level of a favorite—but dutifully grabbed a whole bag of them. “Not really worried about anyone else wanting them…”

“More for me, then.” With a little huff, Alex stuck her tongue out at Kara.

“Do you think I should get a non-chocolate alternative? What if someone’s allergic to chocolate? Or oh god, what if there’s a little vegan trick-or-treater?”

“Then they should already have a whole lifetime’s worth of disappointment built up. They’ll deal. Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Alex,” Kara huffed, throwing a bag of Starbursts into her basket before standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s the first time I’m ever getting to hand out candy at my own place! It’s a huge deal!”

“I swear, sometimes I think you gave up the apartment just so that you could be get to live out some 1950s suburban fantasy.” Knocking her shoulder against Kara’s, Alex chuckled and shook her head.

“First of all, you know that Krypto wasn’t allowed in the apartment. Second, it’s a lot easier to, you know”—Kara’s gaze flickered around them, and she lowered her voice—“up, up, and away from my own house. And besides, we aren’t all content holing ourselves up alone in our apartments.”

“Oh shush, I go out sometimes.”

“Really? What are you doing tonight?”

“I’m working.”

“See!”

“Someone had to cover at the DEO!”

“That excuse only works when you didn’t volunteer.”

“Whatever. Vas and I are gonna have a great time. They’re even bringing in a laptop to stream scary movies all night.”

Kara shuddered. She’d never understood the appeal. Staying home and handing out candy to all the adorable little ones in costumes (and okay, yes, she was planning on giving the little Supergirls a few extra handfuls of candy) sounded better in every possible way.

With one last check of her costume in her bedroom mirror, Kara headed downstairs to make sure everything was ready for her trick-or-treaters. Front lights? On. Candy bowl? Filled. Krypto? Walked long enough to be tuckered out. With that, Kara carefully tucked her pink Glinda the Good Witch dress under her and settled into a comfy chair with a book while she waited.

Half an hour later, Kara decided maybe she’d gotten things ready a little too early.

After 45 minutes had passed, Kara started in on the mini Snickers bars.

But once she hit the hour mark, the first knock on the front door came, and Kara sprang up into action, straightening her crown and clutching her wand as she pulled open the door. “Well hello there! What do we have here?”

Surveying the group, Kara grinned at the cluster of Power Rangers—two greens clutching each other’s hands and a slightly taller red one standing behind them and urging them forward with a quiet, “Go on.”

“Trick-or-treat,” they managed in unison.

“What would you like today?” Kara held out her pumpkin, pointing out the different options. Eventually the two little ones both grabbed Reese’s pumpkins, and the older child took a Twix, thanking Kara for the group of them before jogging back down to the sidewalk to catch up.

It continued like that for most of the night, with small groups marching up her front steps. There was one lion who didn’t quite get the Wizard of Oz joke Kara made, though her dad laughed at it, and a few little Supergirls and Supermen, plus one teeny-tiny Batman that left Kara grinning for nearly ten full minutes as she imagined Bruce’s reaction to his diminutive mini-me.

Around 8:30, Kara began putting away her things, the procession of trick-or-treaters having dwindled as the last few stragglers made their way around the neighborhood.

After she’d called it a night and had headed back to the kitchen giving Krypto a snack for being so good with all the visitors, Kara caught the sound of footsteps coming up her front walk. She listened in and heard a woman’s voice explaining, “Now, Carter, these people might have already gone to bed or run out of candy. It’s getting pretty late now.”

“I know, I know,” came the response with a child’s huff. “But look at all the pumpkins! They’re so good.”

Kara beamed to herself, thinking about the afternoon she’d spent carefully carving intricate designs into about a dozen pumpkins that now decorated her front porch. Truthfully, she’d been a little disappointed that no one had said anything about them, and she decided that this kid—Carter—deserved extra candy for the compliments, even if he had no idea she could hear.

A definitive knocking sounded through the front of the house, and Kara hurried forward, grabbing her crown at the last minute before sweeping open the door. “Happy Halloween!” She grinned at the sight that met her: another Superman with a witch’s hand (complete with perfectly manicured green nails) resting on his shoulder. As Kara’s gaze traveled up the black lace of the witch’s dress, her breath caught in her throat as she realized just how beautiful the woman was, even with the costume makeup and silly, pointy hat. “Um, hi.”

“If you’ve already packed up for the night, we can go,” the woman sighed, and Kara realized she’d been quiet for longer than she intended to be.

“No! No, hold on, um, I’ve got candy here—one second.” She rushed into the living room and grabbed the bowl before racing back to the door. “Here you are.” Lowering herself down to her knees, Kara held out the bowl to Carter. “And you know what? Since I don’t think we’re going to get too many more visitors tonight, if your mom says it’s okay, I bet you could take a few extra pieces.”

Carter’s arm wound around his mom’s leg as he backed up a few steps, glancing up at her.

“I think that’d be just fine, so long as you don’t try to eat it all in one go.”

Carter nodded, blonde curls shaking with the movement.

“And maybe you should grab your mom a thing of M&Ms if she has them,” the woman added with a wink.

“Oh shoot! I knew I was forgetting something.” Kara frowned at her basket, cursing her lack of foresight.

The woman merely shrugged, but Kara was holding up a finger. “Wait, I think I have some in my kitchen! Give me just a minute, okay?” She didn’t wait for an answer before darting off, leaving the basket of candy with Carter.

A minute later she emerged, triumphantly clutching a bag of M&Ms she had picked up on a whim after stopping an armed robbery at a grocery store that past weekend. “Knew I had some!”

The woman narrowed her eyes before smiling, seemingly in spite of herself. “Are you always like this, or are you just getting in character?”

Tilting her head to the side, Kara furrowed her brow and asked, “What?”

“The whole Good Witch thing.” She traced a finger up and down through the air, gesturing from the tall crown down to the sparkly heels. “Going out of your way to be helpful, giving my son extra candy, finding M&Ms for me…”

“Oh, um, I don’t know. If I can be helpful, why wouldn’t I be? Besides,” Kara added with a shrug of her shoulders as she smiled down at Carter, lowering herself to the floor once more, “I love the costume.” As she looked closer, she narrowed her eyes. “You’ve got Supergirl’s crest!”

Carter nodded, clutching his mom’s hand but not backing away this time.

“He prefers our local hero, even if the skirt would have been a bit cold.”

“Good taste,” Kara grinned.

“Takes after his mother that way.” Kara cocked her head to the side. “It’d be a bit odd if I still held on to some old sentimental attachment to Superman when I have my own superhero right here in National City, selling papers even if she still won’t call me back about that interview.”

“Oh my god.” Kara’s jaw dropped as she looked back up at the woman in front of her. “You’re Cat Grant!”

“Very good, dear. Though I suppose tonight I’m meant to be your enemy.”

“What?” Kara’s voice cracked slightly, and she prayed she hadn’t done something stupid like leave out her suit or her cape, though maybe she could excuse it as another costume…

“The Wicked Witch…” Cat trailed off, looking at Kara as though she were a bit slow.

“Oh! Oh, yes, yes, of course.” Trying to diffuse the tension, Kara turned her attention back to Carter. “Luckily we’ve got our own Super here to stop any fighting.”

Carter nodded, puffing his chest out just a little as he put the hand not clutching his pumpkin-shaped basket on his hips.

For a moment, the small group stood together in silence before Cat made a small tsking noise with her tongue. “Come along, Carter, we should let the Good Witch get back to her evening. I’m sure she has plans.”

“I don’t!” Kara blurted out, her cheeks warming slightly as Cat’s full attention returned to her. And oh god, this was precisely why J’onn had warned her not to do the interview. But she couldn’t help it. She’d gotten to know about the planet through Cat’s journalism, and she’d admired her (and okay, fine, maybe had a little crush…or a gigantic crush, whatever) for years, and now Cat was standing in Kara’s doorway looking far more attractive than anyone with green nails and a fake mole should, and Kara wasn’t ready to see her leave. “I mean, sorry, you probably do. I was just, uh, I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, and I figured it probably wouldn’t be a great idea to finish this basket of candy and call it a meal.”

“Definitely not a good idea,” Cat concurred, nudging Carter to make sure he’d heard and understood.

“So it’s not like you’re bothering me or anything like that. That’s all.”

They stood in silence for another few interminably long moments before Carter’s small voice chimed in, wavering slightly before finding solid ground: “I like your pumpkins.”

“Yeah?”

Carter nodded enthusiastically, his gaze turning back to the cluster of them closest to the door.

“Thank you! If you want one, you can take it home with you. If your mom says you can, of course,” she hastily added.

Carter looked up at his mom, his eyes wide and imploring. “Well alright, but be sure to say thank you.” As Carter ran off to pick one out, Cat sighed. “If my staff saw me now, caving to puppy eyes without the slightest argument…”

“Maybe it’s your costume that’s the act then.” Kara shrugged, a playful smile tugging up the corners of her mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t know, I’m just saying, maybe you’re not really the Wicked Witch.”

“Or perhaps spending time with a Good Witch is a good influence.”

“Maybe you should spend more time with me and find out.” The words had slipped out before Kara quite processed them, and she slapped a hand over her mouth at the realization.

“Brazen,” Cat muttered under her breath.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Cat tilted her head to the side, looking Kara up and down. “I like it.”

“Got one!” Carter called out, hefting a pumpkin as big as his head up to show Cat.

“Very nice.” With a second glance, Cat refocused her attention on the pumpkin, taking in the details of the intricate carving. “This is actually…I never thought I’d call a pumpkin beautiful, but this one comes close.”

“Thanks,” Kara mumbled, rubbing her hand over the back of her neck. “I, uh, in my free time I do some art work. Painting, mainly, but some drawing, little bit of sculpting.”

“My, my, quite the Renaissance woman.”

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s just a hobby.”

A loud rumble from Kara’s stomach interrupted Cat’s retort.

“It seems we really are keeping you now, and besides, we need to be getting home to eat some food that isn’t candy too. Carter, say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Carter repeated, his voice a little louder than it had been earlier.

“You’re welcome,” Kara replied with a broad smile. As Cat turned away, Kara called out: “Cat!”

The woman spun slowly, an amused smile on her lips like she wasn’t used to being called after so informally. And, Kara supposed, she probably wasn’t.

“Yes?”

“I just, um, if you wanted to stay for dinner and dessert…I made a few pumpkin pies from all the carving, so I’ve got enough to share.”

“I think Carter’s a bit tired after a full night of knocking on doors.”

“Right, right,” Kara nodded, ducking her head down as she moved back inside.

“But I’ll be on my own for dinner this weekend, so why don’t you call my office tomorrow and ask me about Friday night?”

“Really?”

“Really, Glinda.”

Kara managed to wait until the door was shut before squealing and jumping up and down. It took a few more minutes before she could get her thoughts in order enough to pull out her phone and open her messages with Alex.

Kara: So…remember how you said I wanted that suburban fantasy life?

Alex: What’d you do??

Kara: Oh nothing...

Kara: I just have a date with a drop dead gorgeous single mom on Friday night

Alex: Look at you go!

Kara: Yeah…she’s so cool. And smart. And beautiful.

Kara: And her kid is adorable, Alex.

Alex: I trust you. You don’t have to sell me on it, really.

Kara: Great! Cause her name is Cat Grant. K bye!

Alex: Kara!

Alex: KARA DANVERS PICK UP YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW!

Kara: You’re at work. We’ll talk later. Love youuuuu! <3

#supercat #fluff #fanfic #supergirl #cat grant #kara danvers #carter grant #alex danvers #halloween fic

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dabblinginmarvel · 7 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if I could have a male ship (surprise me, I have too many favorites) that's a romantic couple? My top three hobbies are writing, reading, and singing. My favorite activity is writing my original stories or fanfiction & the researching that comes with it. The top five adjectives I would use to describe myself would be emotional, introverted, curious, empathetic, and goofy. My friends turn to me when they need someone to listen. Have a lovely rest of your day & thank you!

Ships have no Infinity War spoilers!

Bucky watched you as you wrote. He loved the faces you made when you were deep in thought. You would squint, you would purse your lips, you would sigh heavily. They were all funny.

When he saw your writing slow down, he would come up from behind you and hug you in your chair. You would grab his shoulders and chuckle every time.

“Mm, break time,” he said, his chin on your shoulder. “I want cookies and we have none.”

“What am I supposed to do about that?”

“Help me with them. As much as I am looking forward to seeing how Sam and Dean get out of this situation, I want cookies.”

“I don’t only write fanfiction.” You scoffed.

“Just a guess. Now come on. Break time.”

“Okay, okay. Just don’t eat all of the mini-M&Ms this time.”

He guffawed. “It’s not my fault they are so tasty. The candy-to-chocolate ratio is much tastier than the normal ones.”

You laughed and stood up. “Not today, babe.”

“Maybe today.”

“Mm, no.”

“Just a few?”

You side-eyed him with a smile and he grinned back at you angelically.

Ships are closed!

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thesecretfandom · 7 years ago

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Dirty Devil -- Bughead

Word Count: 2,020

Rated: E

A/N: Another Halloween fic for your enjoyment! Featuring Jughead being really cute with kids. (Read on AO3)

"Trick or Treat!"

Jughead dropped a mini bag of M&Ms into three multicolored plastic pumpkins. The children, a witch, a kitten, and a basketball player, squealed out a thank you and turned to skip down the front porch steps.

"Betty, do we have any more candy? We're all out."

"Sorry, babe!" Betty called from the couch. "Fresh out, but it's late. I don't think we'll be getting many more trick-or-treaters tonight. Just turn off the porch light."

Jughead flipped off the light and set the empty candy bowl on the kitchen counter. Betty had Hocus Pocus playing on the TV, but the final scene was playing. As usual, Betty had tears in her eyes. He would never understand how that movie always got to her.

"Juggie, I need a hug." Betty flopped over the back of the couch.

"I'm not sure that's appropriate. I'm not sure that the devil…" He pointed to his costume. "Should be hugging an angel."

Betty hopped over the back of the couch and swung her hips as she walked to where Jughead stood in the kitchen. "When did you become such a strict rule follower?"

"You've changed me Betty Cooper, made an honest man out of me." His hands moved to Betty's hips as she walked up to him.

"Just shut up and kiss me you dirty devil."

Jughead didn't have to be asked twice. He dipped his head to meet Betty's lips. Her hands trailed to his neck and tugged on his hair. Betty knew how to get him worked up, and this was a surefire way to do it. She bit down on his bottom lip, pulling out a moan.

"You are a bad angel."

"You have no idea."

"Betty, we've been dating for six years. I think I have some idea…"Jughead smirked against her lips and let his hands roam to her ass. Betty jumped, wrapping her legs around Jughead's torso. Their lips crashed together once more as Jughead carried her into their bedroom and threw her down on the bed.

"Ooh…" Betty rolled onto her stomach. "The angel wings are digging into my back."

Jughead crawled above her, his legs straddling her backside as he bent down to kiss her neck. "So, we're doing it this way then?"

"Or you could help me take the wings off."

"That's way too easy…" His lips moved to her ear. "And this is way too much fun."

Jughead slipped his hands under Betty's skirt, his fingers circling the skin of her thighs, drifting ever so slowly to the edge of her panties. His lips followed the line of her neck, sweeping down to her shoulder.

"Ow, Jug. Your horns are stabbing me." Betty reached back and pulled the horns from his head.

"That's not the only thing that's horny." Jughead said. Betty could practically see the smirk that crossed his lips.

A sudden, brisk, series of knocks came from the front door and Betty jumped. Jughead didn't stop his movements, however, and slipped his fingers under her panties. More knocks came from the door.

"You remembered to turn off the porch light, right?" Betty breathed.

"Yeah, of course."

"Then who's…?" Betty started.

"Betty?" She recognized the voice calling from the other side of the door. "Jughead? Are you home?"

"It's Polly!" Betty pulled her skirt down and pushed Jughead away. She hurried out of the bed and threw Jughead's costume horns back at him. "Quick, back in character. She'll have the twins with her."

Betty pranced to the doorway and opened the door.

"Trick or treat!" The twins spoke in tandem.

"Hey kiddos… we're fresh out of candy, but can we interest you in two steaming cups of hot chocolate?"

"Yay! Thanks Auntie Betty!" The kids sprinted past Betty, leaving their mother in the doorway. "Uncle Juggie!"

The kids found Jughead coming out of the bedroom and jumped into his arms. Betty would never understand why those kids liked Jughead so much more. Sometimes they even called him 'Fun Juggie'.

"So, I hear Auntie Betty promised you hot chocolate. How about you come pick out what mug you want to use?"

"Yay!" Jughead lifted both of them and led them to the cabinets.

"Uncle Juggie. What happened to your pumpkin? Why is only Auntie Betty's outside?"

Jughead glanced at Betty, who shot him a knowing glance. She was interested to hear his response.

"Well. Mr. Lantern… his friends called him Jack, was a strong warrior and the Pumpkin King needed him to fight in his army to protect all of his subjects… the squash, the zucchini, the eggplant. Mr. Lantern was a real hero. He got injured in battle and his doctor put him on bed rest." The kids gave sad faces, mourning Mr. Lantern. "But don't worry. By next year, he'll be ready for Halloween again."

While Jughead told his story, Betty put a kettle of water on the stove and pulled her sister into a hug. It had been a few weeks since they'd seen each other. She wasn't even sure Polly would make it to their house to trick-or-treat tonight.

"So, Polls. You guys are here kind of late. What's going on?"

"I know… and I'm so sorry. The kids insisted on stopping at every single house on the street, and they wanted to come here last. I'll make sure the kids hurry up. It's way past their bedtime."

"Polly, it's fine. I love seeing the kids… and it's Halloween, they shouldn't have a bedtime on Halloween."

The kettle was just short of boiling when Betty pulled it from the stovetop. Jughead had already sat the kids down at the table and had filled their mugs with chocolate powder.

"Hey, fingers out. Those are dry marshmallows, don't eat them."

"Hot water, coming through!" Betty poured the water and she and Jughead stirred the mixture for the kids. It took an excessive amount of time to get the kids to drink their hot chocolate, to the point that it had become luke-warm chocolate. Jughead had to carry the kids to the car, each falling asleep in his arms before he got them to their car seats.

Midnight was fast approaching when Betty hugged her sister goodbye and returned to her bedroom. Betty pulled her angel wings off her shoulders and threw her halo onto the floor beside the bed. She fell back against her many decorative pillows and slid her panties down, kicking them off her ankles. Her hands seemed to move on their own accord, fingers gliding slowly across the lace and tulle of her white dress. Fingers pressed into the wetness beneath her skirt, rubbing slow circles.

Jughead's tall figure appeared, silhouetted in the door frame. He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. In the dim light Betty could just see him raise an eyebrow.

"Starting without me?" Jughead stepped slowly into the room.

"Since we were so rudely interrupted…" Betty moved to her knees and crawled to the end of the bed. She grabbed Jughead around the back of his neck and pulled his body tight against hers. "I was eager to get started."

"And you're sure you want to let this dirty ol' devil defile you?" He teased, arms moving to her waist.

"There's a little bad in every good girl." Betty pulled Jughead so his lips brushed hers, ever so slightly. "Now are you gonna do something about it?"

A sinful smirk played on the corners of his mouth. Jughead pushed Betty back onto the bed and crawled on top of her. His hands immediately slid under her skirt, picking up where Betty had left off. His fingers moved knowingly, familiar with how his girl liked to be pleasured. He slipped in his middle finger first, earning a gasp from Betty.

Betty's hands roamed Jughead's body, pulling pieces of his costume and depositing them on the floor. First went the horns, followed by the devil's tail hooked to the back of his jeans. Those were really the only elements of his costume, so she began tugging at his bright red shirt.

As Betty pulled the shirt over his head, Jughead pulled his arms away from her. His hands immediately moved back under her skirt and pushed the fabric up her thighs. Betty rolled over, onto her stomach.

"Unzip… I don't want to rip the dress."

Jughead moved his large fingers to pull at the dainty tab, slowly pulling it down her back. She arched her back so Jughead could pull the fabric up her body until he exposed her bra. He made quick work with the clasp. Removing the bra, he grabbed her breasts and pulled her back into his chest.

"How do you want it?"

"Just like this Juggie." Betty wiggled her ass, pressing back into Jughead's crotch, unfortunately still clothed. "Stop teasing."

Warm lips moved to her neck, but Jughead moved one hand to pull at the button on his jeans. He maneuvered himself out of the ridiculous red skinny jeans Betty had bought for the occasion and was left only in his boxers, which were soon disposed of.

"Just like this?" Jughead repeated.

"That's how you wanted it earlier�� so quit wasting time."

Jughead didn't. He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. In one quick movement he ripped open the package and rolled it on. Betty was still writhing beneath him, her ass pressing against his hard cock.

Jughead pressed into her slowly, short even thrusts as he moved both hands back to her breasts. Betty whined when he pinched her nipples, and he felt them harden beneath his touch. Not for the first time, Jughead was grateful that Betty had taken ballet lessons and was so flexible.

He moved one hand to her cheek and pulled her to face him. Her torso twisted in a way that he couldn't begin to understand, but at the moment he didn't care. Jughead pressed his lips to Betty's, tasting the bittersweet chocolate from their drinks earlier. He could never get enough of her. He wanted to taste all of the skin on her body, but her lips were the sweetest. He would trade anything for a kiss from his gorgeous girlfriend. As much as he loved to touch her, to fuck her… her kiss was his kryptonite.

Betty seemed to notice Jughead taking his time… daydreaming. She was starting to press back against him, eagerly begging for more. So Jughead snapped out of it. Her lips would be there later, so he pulled away from her lip and let his arms rest on either side of her head.

He thrust deep into her and immediately pulled almost all the way out before pressing in again. His thrusts were speeding up by the second. His thighs slapped against Betty's backside, the sound filling the room.

"Oh, fuck Juggie. Don't stop… don't ever st-ah!" Her words turned to breathy moans when Jughead thrust sharply. "Right… there."

Jughead kept the pace, thrusting over and over again. He hit the same spot each time and Betty slowed unraveled. Sweat was beading on her back, mixing with that on Jughead's chest as he pressed down into her. His body was heavy on top of hers, but he couldn't be bothered to hold himself up.

His thrusts were becoming more erratic as he neared his high. Betty's fingers gripped the bed sheets when Jughead finally let go. Betty writhed behind him, still seeking her orgasm. Jughead slipped a finger down to her throbbing core and began to rub furiously as he thrust into her, riding out his high.

When Betty's breath hitched in her throat he knew she was done. She clenched around his dick, filthy moans escaping her lips.

"Oh… ohhh." Her body went limp beneath his and Jughead pulled out and rolled to the side. His legs remained intertwined with hers and one hand rested on the small of her back.

"You were pretty gentle for a minute there… for a devil I mean." Betty's soft smile betrayed her teasing.

"Yeah well…there's a little good in every bad boy."

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A/N: Let me know what you thought of this one. Thinking maybe one more fic before Halloween gets here? Thanks for reading.

#bughead #bughead fanfic #bughead smut #bughead fanfiction #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #halloween fic #smut

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retro-pure-jdonica · 7 years ago

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Chapter 26

"What time do you have to be back tonight?" J.D. asks as we climb off of his motorcycle.

"9:00 since it's a school night, so we have about two hours. Is that alright?" I question as we walk up to his front door.

"Probably, the first season so far is only about four episodes, all thirty minutes, and the channel is playing them back to back so two hours should be perfect." J.D. explains The Twilight Zone mini-marathon to me as we enter his house. "We can make some popcorn if you like."

"That sounds lovely." I smile, following beside J.D. as we walk into the kitchen. Since I can't be of much help in this process, I just sit down at the island bar and watch as J.D. pours a small box of popping kernels into a pot on the stove. He opens the refrigerator and pulls out two Coca-Cola bottles, one for each of us, before removing the lids and sliding me one.

"Why, thank you." I reply, taking a sip as the popcorn begins to pop quite loudly. "Is your father home right now?" I ask in an attempt to strike up a small conversation.

"I don't believe so, I didn't see his car out front, but he may be here soon." J.D. explains as he gets out a large plastic bowl for the popcorn. The popping soon ceases so he takes the popcorn off of the stove and pours it into the bowl. "Do you like chocolate?"

"I suppose, why?" I reply to the rather out of place question. With no verbal explanation, J.D. walks straight into the pantry before returning with a box of M&Ms which he opens and pours into the popcorn. "You're a genius." I laugh as we carry our food over to the couch. J.D. picks up the tv remote and finds the station that plays The Twilight Zone. I immediately recognize what I see on screen.

"We've missed about half of the first episode, but you've already seen it. Also, all of the episodes aren't connected, they're like each their own story, so it doesn't really matter." J.D. explains. He sounds very excited about the show so I'm glad I'm able to watch it too. "Veronica, I know I've already apologized about this yesterday, but I want to say again that I'm so sorry about pressuring you to cancel your plans and being incredibly overprotective. I promise I'll never do anything like that again, and if I do or I do something else that I shouldn't then please tell me so I know to stop." He spills out as we sit facing each other on the couch.

"It's alright J.D., you didn’t know what you were doing. Why don't we try to start over fresh, hmm?" I suggest to him, which I suppose is the best thing we could do. I don't want my idea of my boyfriend to be intensely altered by his original lack of familiarity with relationships. I understand I need to give him some leeway to build an understanding of relationships because he's not like most people, he's never really been close to someone else before. He didn't mean any harm, nor did he cause any very intense harm, and he quickly recognized that what he was doing was not okay, so he stopped.

"That would be nice." He smiles loosely. "So, how is everything at home?"

When J.D. asks that question I am immediately reminded of the conversation I had with mother where she recommended that I tell J.D. my limits. I guess so much happened between the two of us after that I just never got around to having that discussion with J.D.. I decide to bring it up in this conversation, I really want to tell him my limits and now is as good of a time as ever.

"It's alright I suppose, it's been better. Mother and father still don't exactly approve of me being with you, but mother is decently open to discussing you. One time while discussing my relationship with you she- she told me to..." I begin to trail off as I feel my cheeks flush. I suppose I didn't properly anticipate how awkward this situation would be.

"What?" J.D. asks with slight concern. The best way to say this must be to just blurt it out before I can think about it too much.

"She told me I should tell you what my limits- my boundaries are." I quickly inform him. The vagueness of my statement leaves J.D. looking slightly confused.

"What kind of boundaries?" He asks. His question makes me blush again, I don't wish to say it aloud. Although, I think my blushing made him realize what I was talking about. "Oh, those kinds of boundaries." J.D. answers his own question.

"Yes." I smile softly, I know by his tone that we were now on the same page.

"Oh my god, Veronica if I've ever done something that you weren't okay with I-" J.D. begins some form of apology, sounding incredibly panicked and worried.

"No, no, J.D. you haven't. I suppose it's just, after the incident with Kurt I guess she wanted to make sure nothing like that ever happened again." I explain to him, attempting to tap into my mother's train of thought.

"I want to make sure of that same thing." J.D. smiles loosely.

"I know that you respect my limits, I know the type of person you are and you would never do something if I showed that I wasn't okay with it." I express to J.D., him nodding along as I spoke to show that he agreed with what I was saying. All times that I've pushed his chest away from me or grabbed his hands to stop them from moving, he would pull away and apologize or ask if I was alright and he would not try to do whatever it was again so I know that what I've said is true. "Just know that if I try to push you away even just a little bit or, like I've done before, try to move your hands back that's a way of me saying no or stop or I'm not okay with this." I explain to him. When I say me moving his hands means I'm not okay, I don't mean stop completely, I just mean for him to move his hands and I think he understands that part.

"Ronnie, thank you so much for telling me this, truly. I promise you that I will never persist with something if you in any way show that you're not okay with it." J.D. smiles warmly and I completely believe him. It's very comforting to have this strong trust in him.

***

I walk in the front door of my house after returning from J.D.'s and find myself trailing into the living room where I find mother and father watching the news. "What's going on?" I ask the two of them, seen as the mood in the room felt very tense.

"There was a civil rights protest just about two miles from our home, simply a crowd of colored people marching with signs, not even blocking traffic. A smaller group of white supremacist men stopped them and started attacking them. The police were called and only two white men were taken to jail, twelve colored people were taken too." Father informs me. Our household was strictly against the idea of segregation and I had been taught since I could crawl that all people were equal, so these far too common news events were important to us.

"That's awful, i-is there anything we can do?" I ask, since this happened so close to us some people may go to the police station and attempt to talk the innocent ones out of jail.

"We're not sure yet Veronica, but it's not for you to worry about. This situation is far too messy for a girl as young as you to be involved with. Go to bed please, and we can talk about this tomorrow." Mother tells me. I follow her request and head upstairs to go to bed.

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Numinetale Chapter 6

VI looked at her now permanently skeletal hand. She knew she should be upset, but she was not. She looked up at where the Underground ceiling used to be. She successfully completed the banishment. The Underground is now in the Void.

“why do you look like that?” VI looked at the glitchy skeleton. Curious about why he cared, especially when she doesn't. “what happened to you?”

“Why do you care about your enemy? I sacrificed my SOUL to banished the Underground to the Void.” VI raised her hands, “By sacrificing my SOUL I also sacrificed my human appearance.”

Error's eye sockets widen. Then he teleported. Where he went VI didn't care.

***

“okay okay. Let's regroup back to snowden.” Sans was hoping that VI have seceded in distracting Error by having him chasing her to the farthest area from the main exit. That would be either Snowden or the Ruins. He grabbed the two humans as Gaster grabbed Asriel and Papyrus.

They teleported to the edge of Snowden. “BROTHER. DR. GASTER. WERE WE TO TELEPORT INTO SNOWDEN?” Papyrus was unsettled about something. And it wasn't the teleporting sickness. He felt that something was wrong. He can feel it in his bo-... His inter body.

“I think there is a barrier that prevented us from teleporting into the town.” Gaster walked into the townline. “Interesting… it looks like we can walk in but can't use any shortcuts.” Gaster teleported two feet farther into town then teleported out of the townline. “Fascinating! We can teleport in the town and out of town, but we can't teleport into town from the outside.”

“hey old friend. i am just as curious about what prevented us from using our shortcuts to get into snowden, but vi is in there with answers to our questions.” Sans walked through the townline and teleported to his old house with a kid in each hand. Gaster followed with Papyrus and the prince.

There, in front of their old house, sat a bored looking skeleton woman. When she looked up and saw them, her bored face turned to murderous rage. “What are you idiots doing here? You were supposed to be ON. THE. FUCKING. SURFACE.”

“LANGUAGE, MS. VI! MY BROTHER, GASTER, AND I FOLLOWED THE CHILDREN HERE.” Papyrus stomped over to the female skeleton. “AND THEY WANTED TO SAVE YOU.” He lowered his voice and grabbed VI's hands into his. “You are our friend and the children didn't wanted to abandoned you. There is something wrong with you. I can sense it, but you are still good. Even if something happened to you, you are still good and our friend.”

“Papyrus? I wish I can say that I am sorry, but I am not. I am Soulless. I sacrificed my SOUL to stop Error.” VI stepped aside from the skeleton's door to their old house. “Even though I have not feelings, I still have common sense. The children can get sick if they don't get out of the cold.”

They entered the house only to stop on their tracks. The ruined house looks�� New! “how?” Sans looked at the lady skeleton. “how is this possible?”

“I hope you didn't mind. I wasn't going to live here without Rewinding Time on your house. I even fixed the machine in the lab to make a mini core. Powered by the SOULS that I collected using Red Electric.” VI lead the children to the couch wrapped them up in a thick warm blanket, “Now. How would you three like some hot chocolate? How would like it?”

Frisk said they will have it with marshmallow, Asriel wanted his with whip cream, and Chara wanted theirs plain but with thick extra cocoa. She spread the Skater-Samobranka on the table. She clapped her hands and three cups of steaming hot chocolate appeared on the tablecloth with two cups of golden flower tea, a cup of coffee and a glass of water.

“What do we do now?” Gaster asked as he and VI sipped their tea. Papyrus downed his water and placed it back on the tablecloth only for the glass to refill itself. Sans on the other hand was warming his phalanges with his coffee cup and stared at the steam before taking a sip himself.

“I have to make a new SOUL using Purple Keys. The ingredients will be hard to find. I need six Judge SOULS, an Void Dragon SOUL, and an Arch Mage SOUL.” VI let out a sigh, “We have two Judges at least. You and Sans. We are in the Void so finding SOUL particles of a Void Dragon might not take as long. It would be the Arch Mage SOUL that would be near impossible to find.”

“These are the ingredients for your SOUL?” Gaster's eyes sockets widen with curiosity. “Are there even any Void Dragons left? I mean, even before I fell into the Core I could only find the skulls of the Dragons which I used to make the Gaster Blasters.”

“Even in death there will be figments of SOUL particles.” VI went outside and turned into a skeleton version of her Red Electric. She then played on her guitar. A look of surprise flashed through her face. How was she gathering so many SOULS? Most of them was human SOULS and small handfuls of Monster SOULS.

Rune appeared, “Alphys is calling. Alphys is calling.”

VI demanded the robot to answer. A hologram screen appeared with a nervous Alphys on the other side. “O-oh! I-it wo-works! VI. Y-you m-might not be-believe this. B-but RUNE is still recording! E-everyone h-here have been watching y-you guys for over an h-hour.”

“amazing. alphy? if my hypothesis is correct then the constant live feed is preventing us from being forgotten.” Sans scratched his skull with a comb. “There is also a possibility that the gathered SOUL Particles are from the humans watching this.”

This was interesting. But VI noticed something off about some of the gathered SOULS. “Guys? I think something is fishy here. RUNE report any rips that lead to the UnderVoid.”

“There are multiple rips in the UnderVoid that leads here.”

Shit.

***

Shit. That woman is as powerful as she is crazy. Sacrificing her own SOUL just to trapped him? The girl has moxi that was for sure. But how to get out? Error found that knitting was a good way to think. He sat at the edge that used to be the main exit out of the Underground. He tried to get out earlier but found he couldn't, just like when he first found himself in the Anti Void.

A ripping sound was heard behind him. He turned to find there was a rip in the space behind him. Another abomination? He readied himself to attack whatever comes out.

But when slimy black tentacles followed by a skeleton covered by black ooze. Error smiled. “Hey Boss. How did ya get here?”

Nightmare looked around, “Error? I see you came here before us.”

“Us?” Error smiled at the realization that they wasn't alone.

***

Danm. The Nightmare Squad is here. Most like straight out of the castle in 6T!OR@Vincent-Endethyst that Nightmare uses as headquarters. VI glared at the hologram screens of all rips that RUNE located. This will be a pain.

Gaster on the other hand was staring at another screen. “Lady VI. Forgive me but there is something I most do.” he teleported out.

VI didn't care where Gaster disappeared to. But as a courtesy, she looked at the screen Gaster was looking at. Two possible allies and one enemy. The brothers looked at the screen with worry in their eye sockets. She looked at the other screens and noticed a important ingredient for her SOUL. “Stay here. I too most leave. Found a Void Dragon SOUL.” She too teleported out.

***

“WHERE THE HELL ARE WE SANS?”

“looks like the underground, boss.” The smaller skeleton look at the empty boot in his hands. The fall was terrible. They even lost Flowery. Lucky when the rip appeared under their feet Sans was quick enough to used a combo of blue magic and teleportation to get his and his brother to safety. But they lost Flowery!

“I CAN SEE THAT! BUT HOW ARE WE HERE AND WHERE IS THE CEILING? AND CAN YOU STOP LOOKING AT THAT BOOT! IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT. WE WILL FIND HIM. OKAY?”

“Oh? So you two made a friend? How cute.” The red eyed skeleton look at the source of the bone chilling familiar voice. A Tall skeleton in a red lab coat and gagged cracks gave them a creepy smile. “Oh how I missed my two favorite creations. I have been dying to find test subjects for am latest theories.”

“don't come any closer, gaster.” The brothers summoned bones and Gaster Blasters to defend themselves. Only for a Blaster to go off at the mad scientist's feet. “huh? that wasn't mine.”

Another tall skeleton appeared. He looked similar to their father but looked softer, kinder maybe. “Hello, Fell.”

“I hate it when you call me that, Wing Dings. You know I didn't fall. I WAS PUSHED!” Fell glared at his children. Almost smiled when he saw them shaking in fear. But is glee dispatched when Wing Dings stepped in front of them. “Wing Dings. Step aside. They are my creations. I can do with them as I want.”

“No. You won't. I am taking the boys away from you, Fell. You will never touch them again!” Wing Dings snapped his fingers and a whole army of Gaster Blasters appeared around Fell. He then grabbed the brothers and teleported.

“EXPLAIN YOURSELF! WHY ARE WE OUTSIDE OF SNOWDEN!” The tall sharp tooth skeleton was not pleased with being force into a teleportation.

“Forgive me but a friend of mine had place a barrier on the townline entrance that prevents anyone from teleporting in.” Wing Dings stepped through the townline with the brothers right behind. “Oh dear! I was in to much of a hurry to explain to VI what I was doing. I hope she looked at the screen.”

Fell appeared behind them, “Wing Dings! You can't run away from m-Ack!” Like a crow flying into a clean window. “What the fuck!”

“See you around Fell! Watch out for the other one behind you.” Gaster smiled as Fell felt around for another barrier that wasn't there. He then turned towards the brothers and winked at them. “I shall make some accommodations for you. But first I need to introduce you to your other selves.” The old Skelly smiled at his own joke as he lead them to his boys old house.

***

A small skeleton curled up in a ball was in the brink of tears. He was finally out of the Anti Void, but he was scared. The voices are gone. Error is gone. He is free. So why was he so scared? Oh he truly knows why as he looked at his gloved hand and saw it glitching. The glitching in his eyesight was a constant reminder as well.

He got up and just headed towards where he thought was where Snowden was. He have been in the Anti Void so long his memory is not what it used to be.

“Well well.” A creepy voice spoke behind him. The frightened skeleton turned towards the source of the voice. He saw enough AU Windows and Portals to recognize a duplicate version of him without the shock it should have. He didn't like this version of him though. “Is it a type of narcism if I wanna eat you?” Yep. Definitely don't like him. He ran. “Running only makes me hungrier!” The smaller Skelly looked over his shoulder to see the other one replaced by a skeletal beast.

The beast was right on top of him when it was pushed back by a wall of fur. “Don't stop! I'll catch up with you later!” Temmie? Oh that's right. Temmie can changed her size. The skeleton ran. He can still hear the battle behind him, then he heard a crunching sound, a yelp, and thundering footsteps catching up to him. He gave a yelp of his own when he felt teeth pulling at his scarf. Then he was flung onto a furry back. “Hang on!” They raced through the UnderVoid.

***

Finally found a Void Dragon SOUL. Good thing it was in Waterfall. Bad thing it was floating so high up. Blue magic don't work on Void Dragons and without her SOUL she can't float herself. Her SOUL was so specially light that it helped her with her own floating. The only part that makes her miss having a SOUL, now VI's bare feet stay solid on the ground.

Think girl. Think! She got it! She gathered up the nearby SOULS with blue magic and made a bridge with them to the Void Dragon SOUL. The SOUL was a deep black. Not HATE black, but a midnight black without a moon or lights that takes away the view of the stars. The SOUL even glimer as if the SOUL itself holds a universe within.

The moment her hand got a hold of the SOUL, a raspy voice cut through her concentration, “Wow…” The SOUL bridge broke and VI was falling. “Oh Shit! I got ya!” VI landed in the arms of someone tall and strong. She looked up to see a pair of sleepy eye sockets. When she had her SOUL sleepy eyes on tall individuals made her blush and giggle like a loon. But now. She felt nothing. “Ya alright Miss?”

“Help us!” The plea was nearby. SOULLESS or not she wasn't going to let a possible ally become a victim of an enemy. They will definitely be needing the numbers if they are to survive. The sleepy eyed tall skeleton followed her to the source of the cry for help.

A giant Temmie carrying a small blue armored skeleton on her back was running from a skeletal beast that VI recognized from PT!PR@Foxy-Sierra. The Temmie looks like she is limping. And the cannibalistic monster was catching up on them. VI used Blue magic on the beast and flung him against a wall. “Snowden! Run to Snowden!” VI turned her attention back to her prey. She truly should dust this joker. “Hello, Pred. Knife to eat ya!”

The beast changed back to his original form. “Heh. Good one.” Pred lunged towards VI. “BUT I HEARD IT BEFORE!” The battle started. VI summoned Cleft Sharp and used it to block Pred's attack and dodge his bones and Blasters. It seems the battle was in a standstill until VI got first blood. “Shit!” Pred touched his face where the rapier nicked him. “Gotta say. You are good.” A Gaster Blaster Beam missed Pred by a hair.

“whoa there buddy. sorry but i gotta take the lady back home.” Sans walked out of the shadows. Pred looked shocked at seeing a cleaner, even healthier version of himself. “and don't think i didn't noticed your LV. you are one evil bastard aren't ya? come near me and my friends and you are going to have a bad time.” And with that Sans teleported VI and himself back to the townline.

“Sans! I could of dusted that sick fuck!”

“NO! YOU COULDN'T!” Sans grabbed her hand that was still holding Cleft Sharp. “your rapier can't kill, vi!”

“What!?” Pred caught up to them. “I am so going to DUST Y-Ack!” Like a crow to a clean window. The two friends turned and left for the house. “Come back here! When I get my hands on you I will enjoy sucking the marrow out of your bones!” What a Creep.

***

“So the voices called you Blueberry? Why?” The tall orange skeleton asked his younger brother who was eating tacos like they were going out of style.

“Don't know. Why did everyone in the Omega Timeline called you Stretch?” Stretch shrugged lazily but his sockets didn't stopped looking at his newly reunited bother. “Mehehehe! It is good to be with you again brother!”

“I think I am happy that you two are safe now. If not it is definitely a relief.” Temmie now in her original size was curled up in a ball on Stretch's lap. “I know for a fact that I was scared when that black skeleton was dusting monsters left and right. I think I was worried when he kidnapped Sa- I mean Blueberry.”

“YOU TWO HAVE BEEN THROUGH A LOT EVEN BEFORE THE RIPS.” Papyrus rubbed his gloved hands on the two switched version's shoulders. His voice lowered, “Gaster will look at the abandoned houses for you to use as accommodations. You are safe here.”

“We aren't calling you Boss! Okay. There has to be a better nickname for you?” Frisk asked Chara to be more polite. “Fine. But I am still not calling him Boss.”

“INSOLENT WHELP! IN MY AU I AM CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD! AND I DEMAND RESPECT!” Someone tapped him on the shoulder, “WHAT DO YOU WA-” He stopped yelling when he came socket to socket with a beautiful female skeleton.

“Now Captain. That is no way to speak with friends. Friends means allies. Allies means numbers. And numbers mean defense.” The woman looked at the dark version of her sweet hearted friend with judgment. “Even a SOULLESS like myself knows this. I would have thought a Royal Guard, especially a Captain, would also know this.” She then turned to the children. “The Omniverse have given our angsty friends nicknames already. The tall one in Edge and the short one is Red.”

“Thank you Miss for helping Temmie and me.” Blueberry lowered his eye sockets. “The others told me you sacrificed your SOUL to stop Error. Even without your SOUL I think you are a good person.”

“You are the Blueberry that Error had imprisoned in his AntiVoid, aren't you?” The small skeleton nodded. “I think you may still have a chance to change Error. Not completely good I hope but bad at being evil.” The skeletons in the room looked at her like she was crazy. “The Void Kingdom have always taught their children that as long as there is Day there will be Night. Also as there is Chaos there will be Peace. Space and Time. Black and White. But there must be a scale to balance the Order. There is Twilight, Necessity, the Void, and the Gray. These things that Balance the Order. I have always hope that the Nightmare Squad would be the necessary evil that the Multiverse needs. Think of it this way. In order for a forest to grow you need to cut down the trees that are diseased or dead.”

“Alphys is calling. Alphys is calling.” Again? Something is up. VI gave the word to answer. “M-Ms. VI? I am s-sorry to b-bother you but the F-followers and I have been keeping track on the rips. A-and th-there’s one in the R-ruins. A-a t-tall S-sans like sk-skeleton walked through. I a-am a-also going t-to give you visual c-copies of other sightings.” A few images of humans and skeletons flashed over the hologram screen.

“Wait! Show me the human with the flowers.” An image of a woman in her early twenties and flowers on her face was being dragged by a Sans with his hood up and cover in dust. “Now, show me the skeleton in the Ruins. Well, I’ll be a Froggit! FF!PP@Siviosanei? Oh Mother you sick goddess. You brought back a Monster’s SOULMATE back from the dead, but didn’t heal her?” She looked out toward her allies. “Any volunteers to bright Romeo back to his Juliet?”

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A Week In New York City On A $40,000 Salary Welcome to Money Diaries , where we're tackling what might be the last taboo facing modern working women: money. We're asking millennials how they spend their hard-earned money during a seven-day period — and we're tracking every last dollar. Have a money diary you'd like to share? Right now, in addition to our ongoing diaries, we're looking for potential diarists along the following theme: Your Spending In Your State: Starting in January, we want to run one Money Diary from a different state each day. Want to rep your state? Submit here ! This week: We're looking at Money Diaries during the (often expensive) holiday season to see how people save up — and spend. Today, for the last entry of our holiday MDs: a film distributor who makes $40,000 per year. She spends some of her money on mini-chocolate champagne bottles. Occupation: Film Distributor Industry: Film Age: 26 Location: New York, NY Salary: $40,000 Paycheck (Once Per Week): $598.07 Monthly Expenses Housing: $550. I live in a family-owned apartment. My roommate and I each pay my parents $550 per month to cover the taxes, fees, and utilities my parents pay on the apartment. Loan Payments: $0 All Other Monthly Expenses Gym: $10.45 MoviePass: $9.95 Spotify: $9.99 Health Insurance: $179 Hulu Netflix: $0. I use my parents' accounts. Cable Internet, Water Electricity: $0. Included in $550 rent payment. Day One 10:30 a.m. — I get out of bed after my Emergency Don't-Sleep-Later-Than-This alarm goes off, and am uncharacteristically energetic. I slip on jeans and a t-shirt, eat a hard-boiled egg, make a pot of coffee for my thermos, brush my teeth, and head out the door. Trader Joe's is packed, even though it's before noon on a Sunday. Last night, I babysat with my best friend and she told me about a “cleanse” she recently started. The dietary restrictions and required discipline seemed too farfetched for me, but my biggest takeaway was to try cutting my sugar intake. She says that doing so has worked wonders for her skin and energy levels. I normally spend $30-35 per week on groceries, but spend a bit more today. I buy Stevia packets, avocados, green peppers, bananas, Greek yogurt, spinach, three pre-packed salads, frozen chicken breasts, chicken sausage, brie, two boxes of pasta, and frozen berries. $53.37 1 p.m. — I take the subway (my company pays for my monthly MetroCard) to the Upper East Side to meet a college friend for bagels at H H. I spring for lox and we catch up for a while before walking a few blocks north to see Coco ! I have a MoviePass subscription so my ticket (normally $15) is “free”! We laugh, we cry, we leave, and it's dark out because winter is coming. $11.92 4:45 p.m. — Hop on the downtown subway and instead of going home, walk into DSW. I have $140 of babysitting cash burning a hole in my wallet, and I need a new pair of boots. I spend nearly an hour perusing, but nothing speaks to me, so I leave empty-handed and walk home. I get home and am craving something sweet, so I have a few too many pretzel M Ms. Cutting down on sugar is going really well. 8:30 p.m. — After a few hours of catching up with my roommate, watching last night's episode of Saturday Night Live on Hulu, and journaling, I finally find myself a little hungry. I make organic tomato and roasted red pepper soup! (A.k.a., I heat up Trader Joe's soup on the stove.) Daily Total: $65.29 Day Two 7:25 a.m. — I reluctantly roll out of bed after hitting snooze once and get in the shower. After, I pick my outfit for the day and put my Trader Joe's salad in my bag for lunch. I also remove a frozen chicken breast from the freezer to defrost. I'm not very hungry yet, so I consider waiting to eat breakfast until I get to work. After making a cup of green tea, chatting with the roommate after she returns from yoga (and sharing which T. Swift song is stuck in our heads — “Delicate” in mine, “Gorgeous” in hers), I get dressed and leave my apartment to take the subway into Brooklyn for work. 9:35 a.m. — I arrive, slap on a smile, make a cup of coffee from the Keurig, and raid the snack cabinet for a rice cake. I add peanut butter and honey on top. For the next few hours, I answer various emails, read a lot of tweets, and watch the number of “Articles You Have Left This Month” on The New York Times ' website go down. 1:30 p.m. — Lunch time! I work above a food court, so I take my salad and a book downstairs to the big dining area, and use my full hour to eat, read, and scroll through Instagram. 6:01 p.m. — I am OUTTA there! I'm a firm believer in leaving work when you have no more work to do, so I'm saved by the 6 o'clock bell! I take the subway home, rocking out to a Christmas playlist I made in high school, and taking a detour at the Trader Joe's wine shop. Sometimes there is a line out the door to just get in, but fortunately it's pretty quiet. I grab two bottles of pinot noir because it's Monday — and hey, maybe I'll bring one to a holiday party! (Or not.) I walk home, feeling grateful the day's over. $12.50 8:30 p.m. — Finally feeling hungry, I make chicken, green peppers, and penne after briefly catching up with my roommate before she goes to a concert. I, on the other hand, have been parked on the couch in front of E! News since I got home. 9:30 p.m. — I'm two glasses of wine in, mindlessly swiping through Bumble (I'm newly single), and watching the hilarious Search Party . I'm also scrolling through Twitter (being a millennial is all about multitasking, isn't it?) and reading about the president's endorsement of a child molester for Alabama senator. Furious, I make a donation to Doug Jones' campaign before going to bed. $10 Daily Total: $22.50 Day Three 7:30 a.m. — Getting out of bed is so hard today. It didn't help that I was in the middle of a stress dream when my alarm went off, so I start my day in a weird mood. I hop into the shower, get out, chat with my roommate (she is the absolute best and we love each other very much!), and she leaves early so she can walk to work. I'm not very hungry, so I make a bowl of Greek yogurt with granola and a little honey before I leave. 9:40 a.m. — I get to work a few minutes late and immediately make a coffee from the Keurig. Perhaps the yogurt wasn't as filling as I thought, because the coffee goes right through me and I am jittery AF. The most exciting email I receive is an invite to go into my boss' office to pick a name for Secret Santa. I'm excited that I pick out the name of a girl I know fairly well! I brainstorm what to buy for her, feeling grateful for the $20 limit. 1:30 p.m. — A new employee joins me for lunch, and we go downstairs with our lunches from home. I have a different Trader Joe's salad today that is purely vegetables and I am nervous, but it ends up being pretty tasty and very filling! Maybe what they say about vegetables is true — that you should, like, eat them. 5:55 p.m. — My to-do list has shrunk, and I'm really excited about my evening plans. I leave the office and take the subway to the Greenwich Village. I have a major pizza craving, so I stop into Joe's Pizza but it's cash only. Double ugh: I left my wad of babysitting cash on my bedside table. I withdraw $20 (with a $2.75 fee) from the ATM outside of Joe's, and eat the most delicious slice of cheese pizza ($3) I've had in a long time. $5.75 6:50 p.m. — I walk two blocks through the rain to meet my friend at a cool Belgian beer bar. We haven't seen each other in a few weeks, so after I order a beer (she's been there for a few minutes and already has one) we quickly catch up, commiserate about work, and brainstorm festive Christmas-y things to do together. At 7:30, we realize we're running late to our big event, so we ask for the check and split the bill. I insist on paying for half of “her” fries because I definitely ate half of them. $13 8:15 p.m. — We wait outside in the pouring rain for 30 minutes before finally being let into the movie theatre to see World of Tomorrow 2 , a short film by one of our favorite filmmakers! We are surrounded by fellow film nerds and it is glorious, and the Q A with the filmmaker is an added bonus. Well worth the $15 I spent on the ticket I ordered two weeks ago. After the movie, we split ways and I take the subway home, chat with my roommate, and get ready for bed. Daily Total: $18.75 Day Four 7 a.m. — I'm up earlier than usual today because I have a pre-work coffee meeting at 8. I roll out of bed, change into appropriate attire, and eat a banana. Somehow this takes me 55 minutes, and I realize I'm going to be a few minutes late. So, I power walk up the street to the café where I'm meeting someone for the first time in two years; he messaged me on LinkedIn last week asking to catch up. Networking is so awkward, but it's vital in my industry. 8:15 a.m. — He is running a few minutes late, so I buy myself a coffee to end the awkward stare down I'm getting from the barista. $2.75 9:15 a.m. — The meeting goes really well! He basically tried to offer me a job interview, which was flattering. I would have liked to stay longer but I'm running quite late to work, so I head out and take the subway into Brooklyn. Once I get to the office, I resist taking a free doughnut from one of the FOUR boxes on the kitchen table, and opt to make a rice cake with peanut butter and honey. 1:30 p.m. — I'm borderline hangry after a company-wide “Investing 101” meeting. I eat lunch by myself today, and it's my last Trader Joe's salad of the week. I take my full hour, then come back upstairs with just a few emails to answer. I make a cup of tea in the office kitchen, and get back to work, which consists of emailing a few people and FedExing a couple Blu-rays. 6 p.m. — The workday is done! I take the subway into Manhattan and walk through Washington Square Park to watch the Christmas tree lighting. About 200 people are crowded around the giant tree, singing carols along with a brass band. I stay for about 10 minutes, reveling in holiday cheer, before walking to a bookstore on a mission to buy a Secret Santa gift. I spend 45 minutes wandering the aisles, and end up getting a 2018 planner for myself and a mug for my Secret Santa. $33.86 7:45 p.m. — I walk home and heat up leftover chicken from two nights ago. My roommate comes home from yoga a little after 8, and we catch up and watch Elf together while I paint my nails. Daily Total: $36.61 Day Five 6:30 a.m. — I try to go to the gym before work at least once a week, and today's the day. Out the door at 6:45, I walk to the gym and spend about 45 minutes there. I walk home, say hey to my roommate who has the day off, and hop in the shower. 8:30 a.m. — I am running ahead of schedule for the first time since my first week at my job six months ago. I use that extra time to make a smoothie with soy milk, nonfat Greek yogurt, half an avocado, spinach, and a frozen berry medley. After one sip, I confirm that I am a smoothie genius. I take it to-go, and head to the subway. On my commute, I listen to a “Before a Difficult Conversation” meditation tape. 10:15 a.m. — I've been at work for 35 minutes, and it's time to do something I've been planning for months. I quit my job. Well, I put in my two weeks notice. But yes, I quit my first ever full-time job with (minimal) benefits and a steady salary. It is terrifying and I may have cried a little, but I am so relieved when it's over. I've freelanced in the film industry for the past four years, and while the salary ranges from $10,000-$20,000 per year, my happiness pursuing my various passions fulfills me beyond belief. I text approximately a million friends and receive a wave of congratulatory messages. I absolutely do not need coffee, because between working out this morning and quitting my job, I am feeling energetic AF. Eventually, though, the smell from the coffeemaker in the kitchen draws me in, and I give in. 1:30 p.m. — Thursdays and Fridays are generally the days I treat myself to lunch from a nearby food hall. I stroll inside with a coworker, and we decide on sandwiches. Normally, their wraps are an obscene $14, but on Thursdays, they have an $10 special on everything. Of course, I pick out the wrap that is $1 extra. After tax, my bill comes to $11.98. My coworker and I eat together and dish on my resignation. I am relaxed at lunch for the first time in months. After eating, we take a look inside the chocolate shop in the food hall. They have the cutest chocolate mini-champagne bottles that I've always needed an excuse to buy, and I decide that there's no better day than today to buy them. I pick up two ($6 each) - one for me, one for my sister, who I'm visiting this weekend. $25.05 5:30 p.m. — Everyone in the office ducks out early for a holiday party hosted by the building for all the tenants. There's loud music, dancing, and most importantly: free food and drinks. I have a white wine, a mulled wine ... another mulled wine, and two pieces of pizza. I'm skeptical this will fill me up for dinner, but it's certainly delicious. An hour into the party, I call it a night and take the subway into Manhattan. 7:40 p.m. — My roommate and I meet at our favorite Mexican place for a celebratory drink. Me quitting my job is almost as exciting for her as it is for me, because she's had to spend the last six months consoling me. I order two tacos and a Paloma, and she gets a taco salad and tequila on the rocks. We split the bill and walk home. $29.22 Daily Total: $54.27 Day Six 8 a.m. — I'm taking a mental health/work-from-home day. I love how getting up at 8 feels luxuriously late. I chat with my roommate as she gets ready for work, and I make a cup of tea, eat a banana, and take a shower. 10:45 a.m. — After reading a few emails, I walk around the corner to CVS. I pick up makeup, deodorant, toothpaste, and movie theater candy for my Secret Santa. Normally, I have a bunch of coupons, but today I'm coupon-less and paying full price. Damn. $33.12 12:10 p.m. — I'm starving and a little headachey. I realize I haven't had any coffee yet, so I make a cup from our Nespresso machine and my headache dissipates. Last night, my mom texted to say that she and my dad have a box of cookies for me at their apartment. I walk over to pick them up since they live a few blocks away from me. On my way home, I stop in Pret A Manger to buy a sandwich, as I don't have any lunch food at home. $8.15 2 p.m. — After a 30-minute work conference call, I take the bags I packed this morning and walk to the subway to get to Penn Station. I get there with about 20 minutes to spare before my train, and it's a nice change from frantically running through the station. I buy a one-way NJ Transit ticket to Philadelphia. Off to see my big sister! $26 5:30 p.m. — I get to Philadelphia, and per my sister's instructions, take a trolley to meet her at a restaurant. The trolley ticket is $2.50. The trolley system is so confusing compared to the New York subway; there is no way to know where you are because they don't announce each stop! I somehow manage to get off the trolley at the right stop, and walk across the street to meet my sister and her coworkers for dinner. Two glasses of wine and a few slices of pizza later (the four of us split the bill — $29.56 each, including tip), she and I walk back to her place. $32.06 Daily Total: $99.33 Day Seven 9 a.m. — We sleep in a bit and wake up to a winter wonderland! We each have a bowl of cereal in my sister's kitchen, get dressed, and decide to walk through the snow to get coffee. When we get to her favorite coffee place, there are no seats available; looks like everyone in the neighborhood also wanted a picturesque morning! We walk a few more blocks to a vegan doughnut shop and each get a coffee. I also order a cinnamon sugar doughnut, and she orders a lemon raspberry. I pay for both of us. $9.18 10 a.m. — We make a few stops on the walk back to my sister's place, including to a little bookstore, a pet store (sooo tempted to adopt one of the kittens in the window), and her food co-op. She buys groceries so we can make lunch, and insists on paying. 2 p.m. — After we make lunch (rice, beans, and veggie stir fry) and eat a few too many of the cookies my parents gave us, we walk around the corner to watch a free choral performance in the outdoor pavilion of a gardening store. Super cool! 6 p.m. — We spend a few hours warming up in her apartment, then take the trolley ($2.50) into downtown Philly to check out a huge ice rink and winter lodge set up by the river. It is so beautiful and festive, and “All I Want For Christmas Is You” plays about three times in a row. I am in heaven. We warm up next to a fire, then walk into the most Christmas-y looking pub we can find for dinner. Feeling a cold coming on, I order a hot toddy (sister does, too) and am shocked at the low price of $7.50. “Welcome to Philly!” my loving sister taunts. I get a hamburger, she gets fish and chips, and we each get a drink called “Festive Fashioned” after our hot toddies. This spin on the Old Fashioned is a price I'm more used to, $11. Totally worth it. We split the bill. $40.70 8 p.m. — I need to buy another ride on the trolley to get home, and my sister suggests I buy two trolley tokens for $4 instead of one trolley card for $2.50 in case we ride the trolley tomorrow. I'll say it again: the Philly subway/trolley system is confusing. $4 9 p.m. — We get home after an extraordinarily snowy and festive day, and call it a night — happy to be cozy and warm together. Daily Total: $53.88 Money Diaries are meant to reflect individual women's experiences and do not necessarily reflect Refinery29's point of view. Refinery29 in no way encourages illegal activity or harmful behavior. 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