#especially janet like she was in there for like an hour and had already decided that she wanted to be queer as fuck too.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

before i go to bed i thought too much about rocky horror again and just like. god imagine you’re just chilling at home and then the most fucking cringe fail couple in the world comes up to your door literally sopping wet because they decided your castle with warning sides on the gates totally would have a phone. brad and janet are such pathetic specimens (affectionate) i love them. peak pathetic loserboy and cringefail girlloser couple. they’re even bisexual.

[thebowieconstricker]

Head Over Heels - Prolouge

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic

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Alright, monster lovers, I’m gonna try something a little more ambitious: an actual fic. Constructive criticism welcome! Please be kind because I have no proof reader and I’m still learning how to write good stories lol. I’m also gonna be fleshing out some characters to better fit the narrative I have in mind for this story. I hope you enjoy the prologue!

Warnings: slight language, my best attempt at worldbuilding, and our gender neutral reader is an orphan, so discussion of that. Also, (N/N) stands for nickname!

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1986, Brookview, Indiana

“Oh. My. GOODNESS, (Y/N)! You have to try a face mask! It’ll help you with those dark circles under your eyes!”

“But (Y/NNNN), pink is totally your color! Just give it a chance, your nails would look SO pretty!”

“You didn’t even jump! It’s like you’re built for these movies, (N/N)!”

Comments like these had already gotten old around- you checked your watch- two hours ago. You considered yourself a survivor of some ancient teenage girl ceremony. Saying polite “no thank you”s to Taffy and the rest of her much too perky friends was becoming quite the laborious task. Some may say you were being too stubborn, as they had treated you with nothing but kindness since you came to town, to which you’d argue that Tricia certainly seemed like she had a bone to pick with you. Along with her, you had unfortunately seen enough of the world to understand one of the most important rules of high school:

The popular girls were mean, and these girls were certainly popular.

You had no idea why Taffy had run up to you on your first day of school and excitedly introduced herself, her gaggle of friends confusedly following after her. You figured this was some kind of territorial power move, checking out the fresh meat before inevitably deciding to kill.

But then Taffy kept hanging out with you. And complementing you. And begging you to hang out with her group of gals.

You took it as some kind of elaborate bit, but hey, they were nice.

At least they didn’t look at you like you were a rotten corpse walking down the halls.

Your thoughts snapped back to your current situation at Taffy’s house. Her mother, Janet, had actually sneered at you when you walked in, but other than that, the night was shaping up to be your average “new girls first sleepover”. Grease had taught you well. That was, until the truth or dare game started.

Lori had brought it up, and it started pretty normal.

“Who’s your crush?”

“OMG, I’m not telling!”

“Come on, Misty! We won’t tell! Right, (Y/N)?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, no.” You mentally cursed yourself.

This is how it continued for a while before you finally perked up.

“I dare you to go to the Bachelors Cemetary Grove.”

“WHAT??? No way, Tricia! There’s no way in hell-“

Your eyes widened in intrigue and you blurted out without thinking, “There’s a bachelors cemetery?”

The girls turned to look at you.

Tricia raised one of her perfect eyebrows.

“You haven’t heard about it? It’s like- uber haunted.”

That piqued your interest. Life in the foster care system had caused you to grow accustomed to the darker sides of life, and you had always had a special interest in the dead. Your own parents had died in a mysterious fire when you were just a baby, leaving you with no real memories of them. You believed that everyone deserved to be remembered, especially the average, unremarkable person.

(Mainly because you knew that’s how you would turn out, and you’d like to be remembered.)

Enough of that, though, because everyone is still looking at you, so you cleared your throat.

“Would I have to go tonight? Or like, right now?”

Tricia rolled her eyes. “I mean, I didn’t ask you-“

“Oh, shush, Tricia! She’s participating!” Taffy smiled widely at you.

Tricia shot you a look.

“Fine. Yes, tonight. And you’d have to bring back a vine to show that you actually went there. The place is full of them, so it should be easy for you.”

You detected a hint of challenge in Tricia’s tone, but ignored it. You wanted to do this to quench the thirst of curiosity that was bubbling in your brain. This seemed like the first interesting thing you had heard about in this boring town.

You stood.

“I’ll do it.”

Taffy cheered and Lori looked at you in amazement. Misty immediately began to try to talk you out of it, worrying about your safety, while Tricia went silent.

Your mind was set, though. Time to see what all the hooplah was about.

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The walk to the gravesite had been much more peaceful than you thought it would be.

Taffy’s house was constant noise, light, color, total overstimulation. However, the cool mist that danced across your skin along with the eerie silence of the woods soothed you. It helped you clear your head.

After walking through the woods for what seemed like hours, you finally came across the old rusted iron gate that sadly displayed the text, “Bachelors Cemetery Grove”. You frowned, finding the disrepair of the cite pitiful. This place should be filled with respect, not to be forgotten by vines and leaves.

Speaking of, holy shit, Tricia was right about the vines everywhere.

Thick, bright green foliage covered every inch of the area, graves poking out here and there to display faded names. It was enchanting to see so much life growing in a place of death. You could have snapped off a vine and booked it out of there, but you were drawn to this cemetery. Careful steps led you deeper and deeper into its heart as you swerved this way and that to try and make out the occasional name.

Then, through a beam of moonlight that shone through a break in the trees, your eyes caught on a specific grave.

You walked closer and came face to face with the stoic expression of a handsome young man, carved in the same stone his grave was made of. He had a strong nose, with beautifully curved lips and hair that flipped upwards on the ends. He was looking slightly downwards, his eyebrows painfully curved upwards, as if to express a dramatic feeling of grief. Resting beside his bust was an arm and a hand, attached to nothing and slightly curled. He looked like a man that would recite beautiful poetry, professing his deepest desires and most intimate thoughts.

Your mouth was slightly agape as you admired him. Despite your more logical thoughts, you brought a hand up to gently caress his cheek, finding a raised texture chiseled there that suggested sideburns. A sigh escaped your lips as you realized the romantic-ness of it all. A man who seemed perfect, a lover, full of life and emotion, condemned to a permanent fixture in a buried world.

You could say it was love at first sight.

[poppadom0912]

Med Students

Characters: Jay Halstead x Reader, Will Halstead

Warnings: Brief mentions of surgery, gossiping/backbiting, scary attendings

Summary: Stupid students don't gossip quiet enough.

A/N: This isn't exactly what I planned. Not too sure if I like it but it is what it is I guess. I'm posting this in commemoration of the last day of Christmas break. I'm very much not looking forward to getting back to normal life.

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Strolling into the moderately quiet ED, Jay was pleasantly surprised at the volume and the lack of people sitting in the waiting room. Spying Will behind a computer doing he's not too sure what, he walked up to him, nudging him with his elbow.

"Hey, you know where Y/N is?" Jay asked, leaning his back against the desk as his eyes inspected the ED.

"Hey Will, how are you brother? How's your day? How's work? You good?" Will sarcastically replied, changing his tone as he imitated Jay. "It's good to see you too Jay."

"What's up Will?" Jay rolled his eyes, caving into his older brothers 'wants and needs'. He was on a schedule and it needed to be followed because if he wasn't back at work in an hour, Voight would probably have his head.

"Mrs Halstead is currently in surgery, she might be a minute but you shoulda seen the guy." Will started gushing, lowkey geeking out on the patient that was brought in. "He was pushed onto the road, had like threes cars max run over him and he somehow is still alive and breathing. Her and Connor have been in their for two hours now, who knows when they'll finish."

"Thanks man." Jay said, clapping Will on the shoulder but either brother made indication that they were moving, Will was doing his patients charts and Jay had nowhere else to be for the next hour.

"I've heard they're called the 'Amok'."

"But we're doctors?"

"I know right, that's what I said!"

"Omg, how could they let a dude like that teach a bunch of students?"

"I knew I should've gone to Lakeshore."

Jay rose his brow in suspicion and curiosity. Looking over at the small group of young adults, standing not too far from where the brothers stood since they could clearly make out their whispers. It was clear that were out of their league.

"And who are they?" Jay asked, crossing his arms, not realising that his action made his badge and gun stand out more than they already were.

Will looked up from the computer, following Jay's line of sight before shaking his head, huffing with some sort of smile. "It's that time of year again, we get sent a bunch of students and Y/N decided that she'd give them a try instead of Ethan. Something about doing it before he got here and missing teaching."

"Huh." Jay said to himself, not recalling you telling him anything about this. If you'd been this excited about teaching, he was sure you'd be gushing about it to him several times over most meals you shared.

"Maybe he's hot."

"Or he's old and a creep."

"What if he's a pedo?!"

"Then he'd be fired Janet. Have you seen Ms Goodwin, cause she's scary."

"What if the 'Amok' is a woman?"

...

"Maybe she's hot."

"Or she's really nice and totally not strict."

"We'll have this year in the bag, easy."

"What if she'd like a young doctor? Look around us and there's plenty of young docs."

"Are you trying to get into her pants? Ew dude!"

"Heck yeah man!"

Now, Jay was ticked. These kids were speculating and it totally would've been fine if they weren't making such comments, especially about his wife. Will also caught on, rolling his eyes, sharing Jay's frustration.

While the students were surveying the ED as they gossiped, they lay eyes on Jay and before any comment could be made on his gorgeous appearance, they caught sight of his gun and badge sitting on his belt.

"Shit, what's a fed doing here?"

"He's hot."

"Him next to doctor Halstead, my ovaries."

"Shh, you're so loud!"

"Anyways, back to the sexy doctor we were talking bout..."

Jay scoffed, more than ready to go up to the kids so he could give them a piece of his mind. Normally, he would've let such petty things get under his skin but these students caught him on the wrong day.

Before Jay could even take a step towards the huddled group, from the corner of his eyes he found the only woman that he loved more than life itself.

You were back in your maroon scrubs, your surgical cap still on your head since you just came back from giving the wife the good news. With the brightest smile on your face, so bright that it could brighten up the darkest of rooms.

The students were obviously doing worse at whispering then they thought. At the same time, you found Jay and the med students that would be shadowing you for the next year.

At the sight of your husband, your smile only got bigger, almost chuckling at your handsome man who looked so delicious but even with most the tension gone from his body, you noticed his crossed arms. Your brother-in-law, who stood besides Jay, wasn't looking in your direction but instead, was glaring at the young adults.

Following his line of sight, you beamed at the students, your excitement causing your smile to widen even further than it already was. Before you could introduce yourself, only taking a few steps towards them, you caught them mid through their conversation.

"50 she'll flirt back."

"You're on."

"Don't be such pigs. The name 'Amok' sounds pretty masculine to me."

"Either way, they're going to kill us."

"That surgeon is hot."

Your smile fell faster than a pulse would if burst a vessel. It seemed that by doing so, you caught the attention of nearly the entire ED, everyone somehow sensing the sudden drop in your mood; the air must've shifted or something.

"And she's staring right at us."

"Oh shit."

"That's it, we're fucked."

"Oh my Gosh, it's her."

"It's been great knowing you guys."

"No it hasn't."

Raising your brows, you inspected the group of students heavily, finding it funny how they shrunk under your scrutinising eyes. It was somewhat entertaining watching them squirm but you'd have a better 'punishment' for them later down the line for their gossiping.

"I want you guys to stick by Maggie's hip. She wants something done, it gets done beyond outstanding standards. I don't care if she wants you getting coffee, you do it. Understood?" You said sternly, leaving no room for any objections.

In sync, they all nodded their heads, instantly agreeing with you even if they weren't happy with their given roles for their first day on the job.

With a smirk, you watched them scurry away towards the charge nurse who was waiting for them. A knowing look in her eyes, a hand on her hip as she smiled and winked at you from afar. You'd find yourself listening to her retell their day at Molly's tonight.

With the students out of your sight, you spun around and your face lit up at the sight of your husband. Despite the dark colours he wore in comparison to your brother-in-law, you noticed and ran to him first.

"Husband!" You wrapped your arms around him tightly, sighing in content when he enveloped you in his, his cologne drowning your senses. You briefly heard Will say something along the lines of no one cared about him before he left you two alone, something about he knew how single he was without it being shoved in his face.

"Wife." Jay kissed your temple, tightening his arms around you. He would proudly say it any day that he was proud of you and found it amusing to watch you boss around the younger doctors.

"How long have you been waiting?" You asked, pulling away from him but not too far so he could still have his arms around you. Hopefully he hadn't been waiting too long and you could still have lunch together before it got too late.

"Long enough to hate those kids guts." Jay pouted slightly, squinting his eyes almost threateningly in remembrance of what was said about you. "Was this close to telling them your the wife of a detective so they'd back off."

"My hero." You pretended to swoon, cheekily smiling at his faux hurt expression. "What would I do without you."

"Forget to eat your lunch, that's what." Jay said, indirectly reminding you that lunch still needed to be eaten.

"Yes! To the cafeteria we go." You smiled, pecking him on the cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his so you could leave the ED together.

From the corner of your eye, you could feel several eyes following you and Jay as you left and without looking back, you knew who it was. You were sure that tomorrow, you'd be spoken to with much more respect and wariness than what you witnessed today.

The students wouldn't make that mistake again, especially in front of your husband.

[dragonfly92]

21st Birthday Surprise Party Chapter One

Sarah was getting ready with her bestie Skylar it was her big 21st birthday but she wasn't exactly thrilled about it as her big brother CC who was in the band Black Veil Brides couldn't come because he was away with the guys on tour, well that she was thinking but unaware her parents and the guys had been planned a surprised party for her of course Skylar was involved and she knew what she had to do and she was really good at keeping surprises, Sarah was in her bedroom getting ready for the day of course she had music going and of course it was Black Veil Brides she was a fan it wasn't just cause her brother was in but thanks to Skylar she got her into them. 

She was sitting in front of her mirror applying some make up she was still wearing her PJs, it didn't take long for her to apply make up as she doesn't use a lot after she was finished, she got up from the floor and headed to her wardrobe to decide on what to wear it really didn't take her long and when she was finished she styled her long blonde hair and then she sprayed herself with some Beyoncé perfume that Skylar gave to her a few months ago she doesn't use a lot, once she was done Skylar had send her a text message saying, "Hey girlie Happy Birthday and I hope you are ready I'm 5 minutes away." Sarah smiles and messages her back saying, "Thank You Bestie and yeah I've just gotta grab my bag and phone, I'll wait for you outside."  

Once she had everything that she needed to get she waited outside, sure enough a few moments later Skylar had arrived of course blaring Black Veil Brides which Sarah didn't mind she gets into the car and they have a quick hug and then after she closes the door and puts on her seatbelt, Skylar goes and they both start acting silly singing along to the songs like they have always done, Sarah decided to a video of the both of them being stupid but of course carefully especially as Skylar was driving they would be spending most of the morning and some of the afternoon doing shopping, whilst her parents and everyone else was getting her party ready it would be on the beach but there was a restaurant as well and they was getting it all decorated ready for her.

After a few hours both Sarah and Skylar was on their way back, of course Janet (Sarah's Mom) was keeping in contact with Skylar and she had the perfect idea saying that she and Sarah would go a have some dinner and probably some drinks seeing as she was now officially allowed too and it would brighten her mood, they decided seeing as they both got new outfits to change but of course at Sarah's house seeing as it was the closer one out of the two. Sarah had a shower and had a towel wrapped around her body and hair, sitting in front of the mirror redoing her make up but a little different this time, Sky already had a shower as well and joined Sarah on the floor doing her make up as well.

Of course Sky got Sarah a present even though she told her not too, it was a cute best friends necklace spilt in two so Sky had the best bit and Sarah had the friends bit it was so cute, the girls had finally finished getting ready for what Sarah thought was dinner and drinks, but she was in for a surprise of her life, when they would reach the restaurant. Sarah was still inside she was getting her bag, whilst she was doing that Sky was already in the car texting Janet and she puts, "Hey me and Sarah are just leaving now, she still has no idea what is going on she thinks that we are just having dinner and drinks, are you guys almost finished not sure how long I can keep her away?" 

Sarah's Birthday Outfit 

Sky had received a reply from Janet and she had put, "Hey well that's good news then and yeah we are just put the birthday banner up and then we're finished everyone is hiding to wait for Sarah and you, so we can surprise her and we also wanted to thank you for keeping this a secret, we know it's been hard but we're proud of you." That makes Skylar smile and she quickly looks up but Sarah had gone back inside needing the toilet so this gave her the perfect opportunity to write back and she says, "Well I appreciate it, If I'm being honest I see you guys as my second set of parents and Sarah like a sister that I have always wanted, I probably won't be able to reply back but thank you I really appreciate you guys trusting me with the secret xxx." 

She put the phone away and then looked over thankfully Sarah was finally finished and she had gotten back into the car, closes the door and puts her seatbelt on, Sky is the one to speak up says, "So you ready to go or forgotten anything?" Sarah looks over to her bestie smiling saying, "I'm good, so lets go." Skylar couldn't help but laugh and then drove off to the restaurant, whilst they was on their way at the restaurant all of Sarah's friends and family was patiently waiting of course her dad was on look out duty whilst everyone found a place to hide including the guys. 

[meganskane]

My Girl (dad!spencer)

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summary: spencer helps his daughter deal with her first heartbreak

word count : 1.2k

*anon requested* i hope u like it bestie 

warnings: mentions of cheating, self doubt, crying, some curse, mentions of a dead parent, and an upset dad. 

spencer reid and oc! daughter

“Evie, I’m home” Spencer's voice bounced off the walls of the small apartment. The team had been away on a case for quite some time, nearly three weeks. Ask Spencer and he’d tell you they had been gone for two weeks, four days, and a rough thirteen hours. Far too much time away from his daughter, despite his absence, something felt off in his home, he hadn’t been sure what but, he just had a hunch. They say mothers know everything but, try having a profiler as a father.

His face fell into a pout, he’d felt slightly offended not getting his usual hug and kiss from his daughter. “Monkey?” he softly called once again, hoping to get some proof of life.

He quickly laid his bag onto the ground before slowly walking around the home in search of the sixteen year old. With the hell he’s been through since working at the bau he couldn’t be too cautious. Especially with his daughter, he’d already lost you to his job and he sure as hell wouldn’t be losing her too.

“In here dad” she called. The sound of her voice caused his muscles to immediately relax. He placed his gun back in its holster before finding his way towards her bedroom. Only to see her buried under a pile of blankets, he couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous she looked.

He walked farther into her room before sitting on the edge of her bed pulling the blankets away from her face, nose a vibrant shade of pink and eyes puffy. Either she had just been crying or she had the flu, seeing as it’s not flu season she had definitely been crying as of recently. Giving him a weak smile, one that didn’t quite meet her eyes. If the puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, that fake smile is what gave her up.

He sighed not quite sure how to properly approach the situation without offending his daughter there were a multitude of answers, questions, and arguments that began to boggle around his mind before he simply decided on,

“What’s up? I can tell there’s something bothering you.” he watched as her facade immediately faltered. 

“How did you know?” hesitantly asked, clearly shocked that her father seemed to figure out she was upset but, then again she knew it probably didn’t take a profiler to realize that. She was never good at keeping her emotions hidden, her face always gave it away.

“Call it father’s intuition, or that I’m just really good at my job” he smugly answered hoping to make her laugh but only receiving a dry laugh as her response. He blindly reached for her hand taking it into his own, giving it a light squeeze before giving the young girl a tight lipped smile. Praying to a god that he didn’t believe in that she would eventually open up to him so he could help her in any way he possibly could.

He sat there silently waiting for some sort of explanation as to what got her down but, he wasn’t willing to pry and irritate the situation further. Spencer respected her boundaries the same way he’d expect his own to be respected. With that, he got up to leave, “you can say it”

“I’m sorry?” he could say a lot of things. Give Spencer a topic and the man could go on for hours with the little knowledge he knows of it, he racked his mind of all the possibilities.

“That you were right. He really was a dick” she huffed, not willing to meet her father’s gaze.

Ah, there it was. The he that Evangeline had been referring to was her piece of sh– let’s just say Spencer had quite a few distasteful words to say about the young man. Normally Spencer would scowl at her for her word choice but, this wasn’t a time for him to play bad cop. He just simply needed to be her father.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Daniel broke up with me. It turns out he’s been cheating on me with Janet Turner.”

“Oh Evangeline, I’m s–” the tremble of her bottom lip caused him to freeze in his spot, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than kill the boy that dared to break his little girl’s heart. Never in a million years had Spencer thought of such vile things to do to another person.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with me?” Evangeline’s eyes welled with tears, causing Spencer's heart to break more before rushing back to her side pulling her into him. Peppering kisses on the top of her head, in some attempt to soothe her before deciding to shower the young girl with praise,

“Oh my sweet girl, I can assure you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you”

“I want you to be proud of yourself. For walking away from a situation that I know must’ve been infuriatingly difficult for you” he continued, holding her head in both of his hands, they both stared at one other with tear filled eyes.

“and I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so damn amazing, Evangeline”

“Love, it’s tricky. There’s no doubt in that. I know this may be difficult to understand now but, look at this as some gift in disguise. You’re young boys and girls will come go and I promise, you’ll get that happy ever after. If there is anything you want or need me to do, tell me. Okay?”

“Can you just hold me, and uh, read to me, please?” her voice was barley audible, the thought caused his heart to swell, Spencer would do anything in his power just to see his girl smile again.

“Are you sure that you have room for me here with all those blankets?”

“You know we haven’t done this since you were 8,” he giggled as he climbed into the bed beside her pulling her into him. “any special request?”

“Great Expectations?“ and so he read, every single page that he had memorized. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been sitting there reading until a snore left his daughter’s mouth. He laughed to himself before slipping out of her bed and looking out her bedroom window. The night sky was filled with beautiful stars twinkling with light, in a way, it was like they had been saying hello.

Spencer found himself stumbling toward his bedroom, a room he hadn’t seen in weeks. A much needed sigh left his lips as he tossed himself down onto the mattress, as much as he wanted to sleep he simply couldn’t. His mind had definitely been a gift but, right now he despised it. As it seemed to be a never ending loop of old memories. All he had been thinking about the moment he saw his daughter crying (aside from thinking of ways of destroying that boy) was you.

The love of his life gone way too soon. He thought of the ways you could have handled this situation a shit ton better than he, you just had this way with words that seemed to comfort everyone. His eyes drifting over towards his nightstand, his eyes began to swell with tears for what felt like the thousandth time that night. He stared at an old photo from quite some time ago, it was Evangeline's seventh birthday. The last birthday you had spent with them. You lost your life shortly after during a nasty case. An incident he’d never forgive himself for.

But, the resemblance between the two of you was remarkable. Evangeline was a replica of you, it felt as if your presence never left, it was comforting truly, I’m no y/n but, I think I did a pretty good job today, don't you think?” maybe it was Spencer’s exhaustion, or perhaps he had finally gone crazy after all these years but, he could’ve sworn he heard your laugh. It was enough for him to believe that was your way of applauding him.

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[strawwritesfic]

Thor Odinson x Pregnant!Female!Midgardian!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 4]

Summary: You never imagined that shadow of death would be quite so dark.  

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Three -- Rape Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: M (rape (not written out in detail, but the first chapter goes up to the event and the rest of the chapters deal with the fallout); assault and battery; abusive relationship; stalking; pregnancy resulting from rape; victim blaming insinuations from various characters; discussion of abortion; references to depression; references to rape kits; references to law procedures; references to restraining orders, some foul language; not Infinity War compliant; not Thor Ragnarok compliant; set post-Ant-Man and the Wasp; Hope & Reader friendship; the Pyms as Reader’s second family)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Thor is not the character involved in any of the awful things warned about above. Additionally, if there is anything you’d like me to add to the tag list, please let me know!

Pairings: Thor/Female!Reader; Scott/Hope; Hank/Janet; past!Male!OC/Reader

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Chapter 4: Where Do We Go From Here?

Breakfast with Hope and Scott became a trying affair in the two weeks following your meltdown. Both wanted to do everything they could to keep you healthy and, if possible, happy. Doing so was a tall order. Most mornings involved a lot of forced smiles on their parts, and struggle to cram in seconds or even thirds of whipped cream-topped waffles on yours. Not wanting to worry them more than they already were, you did everything you could to keep them happy in turn.

You would have thought Janet and Hank’s return would have put a stop to this difficult balancing act. Instead, their presence made it all the more difficult, especially when the morning of their arrival found you wedged between Hank at the head of the table and Hope to your left.

“So, Mom, I was thinking we might have a sparring session this afternoon,” Hope said, buttering a biscuit.

“That sounds lovely,” Janet answered. “You’ll have to give me some time to unpack, but—”

“Hope, give your mother some space, please. We just got in three hours ago. She needs to rest,” Hank put in.

“I think I’m in the best position to decide what I’m up for today, darling.”

“Of course you are. I just don’t want you overextending yourself.”

“I promise I’ll only let Hope punch me for a little while.”

“That’s all I ask.”

The two grasped hands, smiling in such a soppy manner that Hank looked about thirty years younger.

“This is great,” Scott, who was seated across from Hope, said around a mouthful of cereal. “I’m so happy you guys are reconnecting like this. It’s really beautiful.”

All it took was the sound of his voice to snap Hank out of his stupor. He shot Scott’s bowl a sour look as he went back to his own plate. “I don’t even know what you’re still doing here, besides filling my pantry with garbage.”

“Cocoa Puffs are hardly garbage. They turn your milk chocolate, a flavor I notice your fridge is severely lacking in. You need to learn live a little, Hank.”

“I think it’s amazing,” Janet said. She, too, had a bowl in front her instead of the eggs and pancakes Hope had made. “I can’t believe I haven’t tried this before.”

“Are you sure you don’t want something else, Mom? Something better for you?” Hope asked.

“Honey, I spent long enough with any food at all. I’m way past worrying about calories at this point.”

“Right?” said Scott.

Throughout this entire exchange, you hadn’t said a single word. You kept your eyes glued to your untouched food. This quarrel was not your quarrel because this family was not your family. Keeping your mouth shut went a long way in keeping attention off of you.

Unfortunately, Hank was no idiot. He caught your eye as he unfolded the newspaper that had been sitting at his elbow. Any hope you had that the stories inside said paper would be more interesting than your refusal to eat were dashed when he paused to point at you.

“And you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed something is going on with you.”

Your hand automatically jumped to your stomach. Thankfully, Hank was not at a good angle to see this, nor that Hope grasped your free hand beneath the table. For a moment you couldn’t come up with any answer. When you did, it was only a very lame:

“What are you talking about, Hank?”

Hank snorted. “Please. I’ve known you since you were in diapers. You think I can’t tell when you’re upset?”

“Quit interrogating her, Dad,” Hope sighed.

“Interrogating her? I’m not interrogating her. I’m asking her a question because I am concerned. I’d think you would be a little more so, considering [Name] looks like her cat died while we were gone.”

“You worry too much. [Name] isn’t your daughter.”

“She’s as good as! Ever since those parents of hers turned traitor and ran off to D.C.—”

Ding-Dong.

The Pym’s doorbell cut across the rest of Hank’s words. All of you shared a confused beat of silence before Janet asked:

“Who could that be so early in the morning?”

“Did you invite someone else over to replace my perfectly good food?” Hank shot at Hope.

Scott scooted his chair backward, already hastily wiping his hands on his napkin. “It’s probably Luis. He texted last night about wanting to talk about some X-Con stuff.”

“Lovely!” Janet was already on her feet. “I’ll let him in. I haven’t had a chance to speak with any of your friends in ages. Just come join us when you’re ready, Scott.”

“Great,” Hank grumbled as his wife disappeared and Scott sank back into his chair. “Just what I need: Those three yahoos treating my house like their personal storehouse, too.”

“You know, Hank, I’d ask who peed in your cereal today, but you’re not having cereal,” said Scott.

“Maybe if I hadn’t come into my home at three in the morning only to find my daughter half-naked in bed with her boyfriend, I could find it in my heart to be a little more pleasant.”

With Hank’s attention successfully diverted, Hope seemed to feel she could speak to you a little more openly:

“Are you done eating?”

One look at your plate would tell her that you hadn’t eaten more than a few bites of each item she’d made for you. Your insides squirmed with guilt. She’d been nice enough to cook you breakfast, but with her dad watching so carefully, no way were you being able to stomach anything more.

Knowing Luis would soon be there didn’t help. Not that he wasn’t terribly nice—just that he also wasn’t any degree of subtle. Without knowing how much of your circumstances Scott had hinted at to his friend, there was no way for you to tell how quickly Hank would put two and two together once Luis started talking.

Miraculously, Hope didn’t pressure you to continue eating that morning. She must have been thinking along the same lines you were—namely, getting you away from her father before disaster struck—because she let go of your hand, stood, and took your plate without your having to explain.

“Here, I’ll put this in the fridge for later,” she said. “How about you go grab a jacket and we can go for a walk while Scott and Luis talk shop?”

“Great idea,” you said.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute. We’re not done here,” Hank called as you headed for the door.

“Yes, you are,” Hope told him.

Whatever Hank’s retort, you didn’t hear him after the door swung shut behind you. You scurried up the stairs to Hope’s old bedroom without giving him a chance to come after you. One thing he and his daughter had in common: When they believed they were right about something, they just wouldn’t let it go.

Being in the room made you feel a little better. It had become yours at some point during your stay, or at least that was how everyone else referred to it. You were grateful for that; the Avengers had been unable to get in touch with Thor, and there was no telling when he might be back if Heimdall had cause to leave his post again.

Many of the occupied rooms of the house were on the lower floor, so you did not have to worry often about running into anyone by accident. Scott had even learned to knock before entering your quarters. Conversations usually drifted in there, too, which meant you never felt entirely alone. That morning, as you pulled on the only jacket you had brought from home, you could hear the faint sound of Janet’s laughter as she spoke to a man who must have been Luis.

Dressed for the weather, you rushed back to the stairs without another thought. Hope didn’t like to be kept waiting. Letting her come look for you would be an invitation for Hank to do the same. Better for you to be ready for her, so long as Luis was willing to let you go if you got sucked into another one of his long stories. You felt safe enough to talk to him, at least. Staying here with Scott popping in and out all the time had helped you to overcome some of your fear of men, if nothing else. Breakfast with Hank would have been impossible had you not regained a little of your courage.

“[Name]!”

Except you didn’t think you had courage enough to face this. You skidded to a halt just a step or two from the base of the stairs. There standing next to Janet was a very tall man with long hair drawn up part way into a bun—definitely not Luis. If you had been paying any sort of attention to the low tenor of the voice before, you might have realized that Thor had returned before he spotted you headed right for him.

“Well, well,” came Hope’s voice from behind you, “look who finally decided to show up.”

“Hope, dear, I’m sure that Thor has a good reason for not coming to visit sooner,” Janet said.

Hope smiled icily as she stepped around you. “Oh, I’m sure he does. Busy in Asgard?”

“If by ‘busy,’ you mean dealing with my sibling’s third resurrection and attempt at the throne in half a year, then, yes. I have been very busy,” Thor said. You doubted he had even seen Hope’s expression, because he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

“Isn’t that convenient? Just leaving like usual and making Scott and I clean up your mess.”

“Hope,” you said softly, “it’s okay. He—”

“What the hell is he doing here?”

What with Thor’s sudden arrival, Scott had not been able to keep Hank distracted for long enough for you and Hope to escape the building. The two men burst into the foyer together. Scott had his teeth grit together in an expression of apology. Hank marched right up to Thor—who didn’t exactly look smaller when dressed like an Earth man—and jabbed a finger into his chest.

“I thought I told you that your kind isn’t welcome here,” Hank said.

“Not this again,” Janet sighed.

This mild assault got Thor’s attention, and he coolly shoved the prodding hand away. “Dr. Pym, I assure you that my business in your home has nothing at all to do with the Avengers or Tony Stark.”

“Business! What makes you think I care what business you’re on?” Hank demanded.

“Hank, let the thunder god speak,” Scott said, but it was to no avail.

“If you aren’t here to harangue us into some dangerous adventure that could have been otherwise avoided if one of you would keep Tony Stark’s ego in check, you must be here because of [Name]. Like that’s any better. I suppose you’re the one to blame for her drifting around here like she’s lost her cat for the past two weeks!”

“I am here in the hopes of relieving her. I have heard nothing of a cat. In fact, I was told the cause of her discomfort now has something to do with Kevin Davis.”

All hell broke loose after Thor’s name-drop. You flushed in the face of Janet’s gasp. Scott winced. Hope’s hand latched hard around your elbow. And Hank? Hank turned the full brunt of his anger on you.

“Kevin Davis?” he shouted. “You’re telling me all of this is because you let Kevin Davis back into your life? Good Lord, [Name], I thought you were intelligent!”

“That’s enough, Dad,” Hope said sternly.

“It is not enough! The one benefit to you bringing this lout into our family is because at least he got you away from Kevin! What did that idiot want this time? Did you give it to him?”

“Do not yell at [Name],” Thor put in. “She remains under my protection—”

“Oh, because you’re doing such a good job with that!”

“Hank, stop. Let’s give these two some space. Weren’t you the one that was so worried about [Name] this morning?” Janet said.

“Excellent idea,” said Hope.

Before you could speak a word in your own defense—not that you could think of a single one because Hank was right—the hand on your elbow yanked you in the direction of the door. Somehow Hope must have managed to get ahold of Thor as well, because she practically threw you both out the front door at the exact same time. Through it you caught only a glimpse of Scott and Janet tugging Hank in the opposite direction before Hope pulled the door closed behind her.

“So. Change of plans,” she said.

“It appears so,” Thor grumbled.

“You take [Name] on her walk. [Name], you talk to Thor. I’ll go do some damage control with Dad.”

You knew what she meant by “talk to Thor.” She clearly thought you’d used the two weeks of his absence to think up a way to tackle the subject of your being pregnant with your ex-boyfriend’s baby. Typically, your best friend had a better gasp on your abilities. Your eyes went wide as they connected with hers, but Hope had no pity.

“Better make it a long walk,” was all she said before she disappeared back inside the house.

This left you and Thor alone together outside in January. A January in San Francisco, however, was not going to give you any real cold to distract yourself with. No breaths puffed out from between your lips to watch drift to the sky; no goosebumps rose across your skin. All you were capable of doing was staring at your boyfriend like a deer caught in the headlights. Had he always been that large? You didn’t remember him being quite so large.

“I take it that you had not yet explained the circumstances surrounding your stay here to Dr. Pym,” Thor said.

The awkward moment did not end with your quiet answer of, “No.”

“I am sorry, then. It was not my intention to reveal to him anything you had not yet chosen to reveal yourself.”

“It’s…it’s okay.”

“No. It is my desire to keep your secrets when you have them. Please accept my sincere apology.”

“Really. He was going to find out anyway.”

Why could you not bring your voice above a rasp? Thor’s brow furrowed—over your inability to speak at a decent volume or the oddity of your statement, you didn’t know. He did not choose to explain his expression. Instead, he gave himself a shake, exhaled, and extended one hand out to you.

“Shall we go on our walk? I should hate for Hope to return and find us here ignoring her explicit instructions. We do not,” he added when you just gaped at the hand hanging in the air between you, “have to hold hands if doing so would bring you discomfort.”

He looked so sincere, gazing down at you with his calm blue eyes. Bile rose in the back of your throat when you risked a second look at Thor’s hand. It was so big, just like the rest of him. You knew from experience how easily it could envelop your own, or grip one side of your hips, or cup a single cheek. Yet all you could think of in that moment was another hand, another night, and how that hand had—

You screwed up whatever courage you had left to you. Kevin had already taken so much from your life—years, health, sanity. Were you really about to stand by and sacrifice your relationship with the man you loved to Kevin, too?

Before Thor could take your obvious reluctance as a no, you gingerly put your own hand inside his. The wide grin he shot you made you realize just how badly he must have wanted to hold any part of you since that drive home from the hospital. Your insides squirmed with guilt—but not fear, you were surprised to find. His hand was warm and strong and comforting as he laced his fingers through yours to lead you down the walk to the waiting street.

“I do regret that I upset Dr. Pym by coming over. Each time I hope he will be more amicable toward me, and each time I do believe he grows less so,” Thor said.

You could not spend the entire walk in silence. Though it took great effort to yank your thoughts away from the place you and Thor were connected, you finally managed an answer about a block away from your starting position: “That’s Hank for you. He’s really good at holding grudges.”

“Alas, the same can be said of Tony. The two of them could do such great and wonderful things if only they could find it in themselves to work together rather than apart.”

“Howard burned Hank pretty badly back in the day.” You tried to keep your eyes on the approaching street sign. That made things easier. “Hank hasn’t helped by making every little thing a big deal. I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for either of them to come around if I were you.”

“Wise words as always, Love. I am grateful we are all on good terms with Scott, at least. Otherwise I would never have received your summons.”

So much for the naive assumption he hadn’t got those summons and was simply back in San Francisco because he lived there part-time. Could you think of an excuse that would convince him to give you more time before you explained yourself? You didn’t get the chance to ask before, having come to an empty bus stop bench, Thor sat down and pulled you gently into the seat with him. He clasped your hand in both of his and kissed the exposed tips of your fingers.

“I feared the worst when Heimdall brought me the news. I thought Kevin had come for you while my back was turned once more. Is that what happened?”

This was it. You could always tell him yes. As Hope had pointed out, you did not have to carry this baby to term. Thor spent a lot of time in Manhattan. How hard would it have been to schedule an appointment during some weekend he was off saving the world? Things could go back to the way they were. He never had to know.

You knew then and there you couldn’t do it. Kevin had said that, hadn’t he? That Thor never had to know? Did you really want to give Kevin that sanctification? Absolutely not. Someday you wanted to be able to look yourself in the eye in the mirror again, and making any more concessions to your ex-boyfriend would not allow you to do that.

Evidently, your silence caused Thor to believe you did not want to tell him. He let go of your hand so that he could cup the side of your face instead.

“If you merely wanted me here so that you could put an end to things between us, I will not stop you. Please do not believe that I would ever hurt you for any reason, let alone in retaliation.”

You wished for the hundredth time that morning that it wasn’t so easy to make you cry. “I still love you, Thor. I never stopped. It’s just been…”

“Difficult.” He nodded, smoothing some of your hair down. “I understand. But if you do not desire to break up with me, then I beg you to tell me the reason behind your call. Was I correct? Did Kevin try to hurt you again?”

“No. I haven’t seen him since that night.” Except in your nightmares, and in every crowd when you dared to leave whatever residence you had.

“Good. You called me for something, however. [Name], I made a vow to myself that I would never ask more of you than you were willing give me. Thus far I have kept that vow. Today I must break it. Please. Please tell me what errand you needed me for. If there is anything remaining to be done, I will do it. Nothing will ever make up for my absence the night you truly needed me—”

“Thor. Stop. You sound like Hope.”

“I shall take the comparison as a compliment. Few Midgardians I have met can match her strength. But you are avoiding my question. Dr. Pym is correct in his assessment. You are not well, and as far as I know, we do not own a cat.”

That almost made you laugh. Almost. Laughter. What a foreign concept. “No. No cats.”

“Then what? Will you not tell me? I confess that your call surprised me. I rather thought you no longer wanted to see me at all.”

“I know.” You gulped. “I’m sorry I’ve been so awful.”

“Never awful, [Name]. Distant, perhaps, but that does not require an apology. My only wish is to understand what is going on.”

Maybe if you had had a modicum of Hope’s strength, this would not have been so difficult. You squirmed on the bench; Thor shifted away. His warmth vanished, and you found yourself desperate for its return. Still the tears coursed down your cheeks, blurring him as though he was already walking away out of your life.

“Thor. You—you’ve been really great. About all of this. Not just this. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Really. I know it’s been hard and I’ve been—been so stupid.”

“You are far from stupid. And I would do all of it again, a thousand times over. I love you, [Name].”

“You won’t after I tell you why I needed you to come back from Asgard.”

“Impossible. There is no 'truth’ that could put a stop to my feelings for you.”

Rip the bandage off. Take the plunge. Breathe, before you pass out. All this you told yourself. Still it was not enough. Your deep inhale made your chest ache, but you knew there was no more putting things off. You did your best to blink away the excess moisture, searching all the while for one of Thor’s hand. You found one and gripped at it as though it were a swiftly retreating lifeboat.

“I’m pregnant, Thor.”

His eyes went wide.

“It's—it’s not your baby. It can’t be. Kevin must have—when we—he wasn’t wearing a…I swear I didn’t want this. I would never—I could never—”

Then you dissolved into tears too hysteric to allow you to finish your fractured speech. The hand in yours did not retreat, but neither did it move. All its heat seemed to have vanished. You didn’t just cry that afternoon. You bawled in a way you hadn’t allowed yourself since your drive to the hospital. Who cared if anyone saw you there sobbing alone in the watery sunlight?

Only you were not alone. Slowly, the hand in yours moved, but it never moved entirely away from you. It traveled up your arm to your shoulder. Thor’s other hand joined its brother on your opposite arm. Before you could fully register that he had not immediately jumped up and called for a one-way trip to Manhattan, he pulled you against his firm chest, wrapping his arms around you, cradling you, rocking you right out there in the open.

He pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head. This, more than anything, was what caused you to realize he had not left. His presence did not entirely quiet your continued hiccups and attempts to stifle your own sobs, but it did muffle them somewhat.

“I am sorry, [Name]. No. 'Sorry’ is an inadequate word. My heart breaks for you. But why would you think that this news would put an end to my desire to be with you?”

Pressed as you were up against him, you felt his deep voice more than heard it. You shuddered a little, pushing your face into him as far as it would go to answer in a muffled voice, “Didn’t you hear me? I’m pregnant. With another man’s baby.”

“You had no choice in the matter.”

“I had plenty of choices. I could have refused to see Kevin, for one.”

“Perhaps if you had invited him over with the express purpose of sleeping with him, I would feel differently. You did not. You could not. I saw you that night, remember? And you did not have the look of a woman who had accepted someone else’s advantages. That you are with child because of one man’s cruelty is no fault of your own, and I will not have you believing that it is.”

The tears now pouring down your face were silent. Thor’s shirt had been thoroughly soaked, yet you wouldn’t have minded staying right there sitting just like that for the rest of your life. At least you felt safe there. Then he shifted away so that he could look you in the eye.

“[Name], you must know that I will support you in this. You will never need to rely on that disgrace of a man. Do I make myself clear?”

He did, but you found yourself unable to respond.

Thor brushed some hair from your face with such care that you didn’t flinch away from his touch. “When I say I will support you, I mean that no matter what you choose. Keep the baby or do not as you desire. If keeping it will please you, I will gladly raise the child as my own.”

“Oh!” Something about that offer made your face heat up all over again. “I don’t know about keeping it.”

“Then you plan to give it away?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.”

“There are not many options left other than those two,” he said.

“I know. You’re right. Hope pointed out that I…I didn’t have to have it.”

He did not balk at the suggestion. “Is that what you want?”

“Maybe. No? I don’t think so. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“You will inform me when you have?”

“Of course.”

“I am pleased to hear it. Just know that I am here for you as long as you will agree to have me at your side.”

“I always want you here, Thor,” you murmured. “Even when I don’t act like it. Especially when I don’t act like it. I love you.”

Your eyes met his. Somehow you found the strength to keep your gaze up. He smiled before bending his head to kiss you swiftly on his mouth. No chance to return his affection was offered to you, for as soon as the act was done, Thor bounced to his feet with a clap of his hands.

“Well, then. Now that that has been settled, what say you we return to Pym Place? If I keep you much longer, Dr. Pym is likely to come searching for you, and Tony has told me not to go picking fights with him in public places. The news pieces give Tony some ailment he refers to as 'PR headaches.’”

If only things could be wrapped up so easily. What Thor suggested would mean facing Hank. By now, he and Janet would know the truth. Your fingers froze around the edge of the bench you had gripped to push yourself up, leaving you stooped awkwardly a mere inch above the bus stop’s surface.

“Or,” Thor said slowly, “you could wait outside in the yard while I gather your things from your room. We can go home together as soon as it is done.”

You sighed as you wrenched yourself into a standing position. “Hank will never forgive me if I don’t give him a chance to apologize. Let’s just get this over with.”

This time, you took Thor’s hand of your own volition. He gave it a brief squeeze while shooting you one of his most radiant smiles. You made a brave stab at leading the both of you back up the block.

Did you have any answers to your predicament? No. Did you have any answers to the more immediate questions Hank was sure to lob at you the second you stepped inside his house? No, again. What you did have was your boyfriend’s support and love, and for the time being, that was enough to keep the shattered pieces of your being glued together.

[theonlygamergost]

Girls and pigs night out - Fd!au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Niki has the house to herself this weekend, but her plans get cancelled last minute, so one of the Pandel brothers decides to become the back-up plan

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Warning!: Swearing

Enjoy~

“What colour do you-“ “Pink”

Niki was asking Techno the colour he wanted her to paint his nails, but his reply cut her off before she could finish the sentence. She stared at him, blinking a few times.

“That was… quick” she grabbed the pink nail polish, “Ouu~ What if we do pink and black?” she excitedly showed him the two glass bottles next to each other, “Sure” he softly smiled at how happy the girl was.

Niki had the house all to herself this weekend, Eret had left for an update course regarding his job and Tubbo was sleeping over at the Pandel household, leaving her alone.

She had tried to invite someone over, but everyone she asked already had plans, making Niki quite sad.

What made her extremely sad was when Minx agreed to a girls' sleepover but had to cancel it last minute. Techno was with her when she received the text and the poor girl felt avoided.

”I know they don't mean it Techno” she sobbed, holding the tears in, ”But it looks like everyone is avoiding me” dropping the phone on the sofa, she held her head between her hands, her body shaking with each sob.

”There there…” he caressed her back. Techno wasn't one to comfort people, he was usually the one to make them cry, so being on the comforter side wasn't familiar to him.

But be understood the situation Niki was in; Wilbur and the musical friend group weren't available, she had asked classmates only to be rejected with a ”We have an exam to study for, we aren't all like you who gets good votes because we are pretty and sweet talk the professors” which was first of all very rude, and second of all, not true. Techno knew how much Niki studied, they sometimes even studied together. And for a third, she invited Minx, she agreed and then sent her a text saying she couldn't make it, even Techno would feel avoided at this point.

”I know it's not like that but-!” she started crying, Techno could only feel bad for his friend.

But then, a thought arrived.

”What if you still have the sleepover, but instead of being girls only, it's for girls and pigs?” she looked up at him in disbelief, a tear rolled down her face, ”Y-you would do it?” he shrugged, ”It's not like I had anything better to do at home anyway” she smiled and hugged him, catching him off guard, ”Thank you Technoblade” he smiled and hugged the girl back.

So that's how they got in this situation, listening to One Direction songs while Niki painted Techno’s nails, of course all topped by a glitter face mask and some good old gossip.

”Wait wait wait- so you're telling me she stole her friend's money only to gift it back to her, look nice, and hit on her boyfriend?!” Niki stifled a giggle as Techno repeated what she had just told him, ”Yep, Janet had a crush on Adam for a while now, and even if he is taken, with her best friend, she is still trying to hit on him” Techno adjusted the border of his face mask, ”What a bitch” Niki burst out laughing, she had never seen Techno gossip, and the funniest thing was that he knew a lot about his classmates, he just kept quiet about it since he had no one to gossip to.

”If I remember correctly, she also tried to hit on Will” he gave Niki his other hand, shaking the one with fresh polish on around to dry it faster, ”Let's be honest Techno, who hasn’t tried to hit on Will? Every girl in the school has fallen for his charm” they giggled at the fact that yes, that was true, but even if that was a thing, Wilbur was still single.

”Well not all of the girls, you didn't hit on Wilbur” Niki rolled her eyes, ”That’s… correct, but I did fall for his charms, just not in that way, I am his friend after all” Techno nodded, mumbling ”true true” to himself.

”And done! Oh my God Techno you look so good!” Niki closed the nail polishes and admired her work, ” You did an incredible job Niki, oh! oh! Can I paint yours?” Techno asked excitedly, already looking at the drawer with the polishes, ”If I did pink and black you have to get pink and white” she giggled at the sight of Techno in Eret’s borrowed t-shirt, it was too large for him and it made him look like a blob, ”Are you suggesting we get matching nail polish?” she fake-gasped, ”Heck yeah I am” he smiled as he sat back down next to her with the small glass bottles, his nails weren't even fully dry yet here he was, painting Niki’s nails.

After the nails dried out and they took off the face masks, Techno proposed a “Midnight snack” aka strawberry vanilla and chocolate ice cream (of course eaten directly from the box with a big spoon) while bingeing various Netflix series.

After a couple of hours, Niki looked at the boy lying next to her and noticed how soft his pink hair looked, so she reached out to touch it and gasped, slightly scaring Techno, “Oh my god your hair is so soft for being dyed! How do you do it?!” He smirked, “Conditioner and hair mask?” He replied like it was the most normal thing in the world, she gasped again, “You use a hair mask?” She looked at him in shock, his smirk got wider “Once a week”

They ended up talking about their hair care routine and what brands they used for dyed hairs shampoos, while the tv was just background noise, Niki started to gently make small braids in Techno’s hair, “I can’t believe I never noticed how soft and bright your hairs are! I need to try out your brand” Techno’s hair wasn’t that long, but long enough to make multiple braids, decorating his silk smooth hair.

“If you want to try out various brands, do not try the purple-bottle one, it slightly darkens the colour of your hair, especially if it’s a bright colour” Niki nodded making a mental note.

“I have tried a lot of brands before I found mine, but-” Techno’s phone started ringing, interrupting his sentence, Niki kept braiding his hair peacefully.

It was a video call from Phil, Techno was resting his head on a cushion on Niki’s lap so he extended his arms in front of him and answered:

“HELLO TECHNOBLADE, Hi Technomate~” The greet of his two brothers came in at once, the two distinct voices overlapped.

“Helloo~” He greeted back, Phil was sitting at the kitchen counter while Tommy was standing behind him.

“Where are you Techno? You didn’t tell us you were spending the night out” He apologised by moving the phone so Niki was in the shot behind him, “I’m staying at Niki’s tonight, I’m sorry I forgot to text you” Phil nodded and reassured him it was fine, meanwhile, Tommy noticed Niki who kept braiding Techno’s hair.

“Oh my- BWAHAHA!!!” he burst out laughing, “What are you laughing at Tommy?” Everyone got a bit confused, “Look at Techno’s hair!” to that, Phil awed, thinking it was very cute, Tommy laughed once more while Techno blushed.

“Y-your just jealous I look better than you!” He did something he rarely did, stutter in embarrassment, but Tommy got angry at the roast and didn’t realize it.

To get back at him he asked one of his cringy questions:

“Hey, Technoblade! Wh-what are you doing at a girl’s house all alone?!” Techno grinned and brought his phone closer to his mouth so he could whisper the reply, “Girls and pigs night out, bitch”

That phrase went into Wilbur’s quote book.

[sincerelynamkook]

Hennessy (01)

Latina Y/N x Jungkook

Genre: Angst, Fluff 

Warnings: alcohol/drunken behavior (drink responsibly friends), mentions of smoking, sexual tension 

Word Count: 2.6k

Playlist: “Yo Perreo Sola” by Bad Bunny // “Frikitona” by Plan B // “Te Extrano” by Xtreme // “Imitadora” by Romeo Santos”

Series Masterlist

“You ready?” I roll my eyes with a pout instead of verbally answering my best friend’s question. I’m still lowkey butthurt she not only forced me to get up from my umpteenth day in bed, but also forced me to get dressed and put on makeup. I’m barely into my 30th day of getting over a breakup, I had plans to dive deep into the pits of my depression and despair for another month or two. 

“Stop being a brat and get over it. It’s not like you were in love with the guy.” Britt sasses back.

“Maybe so. But I really gave that fucker 6 months of my life thinking he would eventually be the one only for him to go out and cheat on me...let me be depressed, damn bro.” 

“Dude, c'mon. Tony said this would be the party of the year and you know how Latinos love to throw a party.” She grabs my hand and drags me up the driveway to the front door. I could hear the loud blast of Merengue music all the way from where we parked down the street. Serves us right for being 2 hours late to this damn party. But we were running on Latino time. 

“Bitch did you forget I’m Latina?” I ask her. Of course I know what Latin parties are like. 

“Really? You sure ain’t acting like the bad bitch Latina I know you are.” 

“I-...whatever.” I mumble, not having a retort. 

She giggles and opens the front door, coming fact to face with Jimin who has the brightest smile on his face. “Finally bitches! I’ve been waiting for y’all for over an hour.” 

Music, laughter, singing, mixed with conversations from every direction bombard my ears. Jimin drags Britt and me to the back of the house, bee-lining straight to the kitchen counter that's covered in alcoholic beverages. He goes around to stand next to Tony who’s behind the counter, dressed in an all black fit, gold chain around his neck, nose pierced with a stud and a septum, and small black rectangular framed glasses perched on his nose. 

“What, you on your Bad Bunny phase or something?” I ask him as Jimin hands me a cranberry vodka, knowing it’s my favorite drink. 

With a smile, he sticks his tongue out and places his pinky fingers near his glasses doing the iconic Bad Bunny pose, “You already know babyyyy,” he says garnering a laugh from me. “I made sure to stock up on cranberry and vodka for you babe. Britt warned me so we on that ‘Bring Y/N back to life’ gang shit tonight.”

“Oh god,” I grimace. When Britt and Tony get together on their “missions” there is no hope for us. “Well you got food around here? I ain’t getting shitfaced on an empty stomach.”

“This ain’t the first time at the rodeo, Y/N.” Hoseok says as he appears behind Tony with a platter of appetizers on a plate for me. “We take care of our favorite girls around here, Y/N, c'mon now, especially when you're my girlfriend’s best friend” he winks at Britt and she giggles. Gross. 

“My hero.” I respond sarcastically, inspecting the chips and guac. With a raise of a brow I ask, “This better be some legit guac boys, not that store bought kind y’all got that one time at Costco.”

“Omg get over it! I didn’t realize it was expired!” Jin yells from behind me. He gives Britt a kiss on the cheek before pinching my arm. I stick my tongue out before giving him a genuine smile. “I wasn’t even the one who bought it. It was Jimin!” 

Jimin giggles, “Well that’s what y’all get for sending me grocery shopping when I’m hungover.”

“I was sick for days! I almost died!” I yell back. Not gona lie, this guac is hella good. “Dude, who made this guac. It’s legit, I’ll give you that.”

“I asked my sister to make some for us. She also made some tamales for you and Britt, you know she loves y'all more than me.” Tony says as he pours me another drink. Tears start to well in my eyes, food being the only thing that weakens my tough exterior. 

“Tony...tell your sister to divorce Jackson and marry me. I’ll treat her better!” I exclaim making the group laugh. 

“Y’all lets move this party to the den.” Hoseok says, grabbing Britt’s hand and leading us to the next room, away from the bigger crowd. 

We each take our usual seats. Being a tight knit group since our college days, we have our traditions, one being movie night at Tony’s every weekend, thus leading us to have our own unofficial assigned seats. 

The music can still be heard from the den, albeit not as loud as it was in the main rooms. 

“So we getting Y/N shitfaced tonight right?” Jimin asks with a smirk in my direction. 

“Hell yeah. I can’t believe you skipped out on movie nights this whole month.” Jin responds with a shake of his head. “I thought we were family.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “Whatever. Y’all know how I get when I’m in my moods.”

Hoseok stands and comes around the couch to hug me from behind. “I know you’re not a hugger but accept this quick hug and let go of your sadness friend.”

 I giggle and hold back my witty remark, knowing his heart is in the right place. “Thanks Hobi. Give me a few more drinks and I’ll be begging for your hugs.”

He jumps at that and runs to the kitchen yelling, “You don’t have to tell me twice!!” Brittany gets up and follows him, muttering something about going to make sure he doesn’t get dragged into dancing. 

“But in all seriousness, Y/N, are you okay?” Jin asks next to me. 

“Not gona lie, I’m hurt because y’all know how I feel about cheating. But it is what it is right?” I exhale and gulp down my third cup of cranberry vodka. 

“You’ll be okay babe, c'mon lets go get more drinks.” Jimin takes my hands and drags me out the den, just as Yoongi and Joonie were walking into the den. 

“Hey fuckers. I brought the Henny!” Yoongi announces with a smirk. At the sound of Henny I turn around and walk back into the den, grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Yoongi’s grasp and opening it to pour myself some shots. 

“Oh so that’s what we doing huh?” He smirks and I just wink at him raising my shot glass at him. 

“The night is young my friend.” I say as I raise up my second shot in a toast. Joon takes the bottle from me and pours me another one, clinking his own glass with mine. 

“Let’s get this bread!” he says to which I grimace and retort back, “Grandpa, don’t ever say that again.” He chuckles with a roll of his eyes and downs his shot. 

The heat from the alcohol going down my throat and coursing throughout my body has me removing my jacket. Jin whistles saying “aight mami, you sure you're getting over a break up?”

Giggling, I look over at him to see him checking me out. I’m donned in black ripped skinny jeans, black platform Jadon docs, and a green satin tank top; meaning my tattoo covered arm is out on display. “Boy please, be quiet before you get me in trouble with Tree. Where is she anyway?”

“She had to work tonight. She’s gonna come after her shift which should be soon.” He says checking the time on his phone. 

Another shot is placed in my hand by Jimin, “bottoms up bitch!”

I down my shot just as I hear the sounds of “Yo Perreo Sola” by Bad Bunny start to play. “Oh shit! This my song!!!” I yell, clearly feeling the effect of the alcohol contents fueling my body. I grab Jimin’s hand and drag him over to the crowd dancing in the large living room. 

Jimin positions himself behind me, holding my waist as we start to dance to the song. We grind up on each other, perreando like the song describes, screaming the chorus together with the crowd. I turn around to face him and push him backwards, ready to perrear sola. The other girls around me start to hype me up and start to grind against me. We put on quite the show but the crowd goes even wilder when the song switches to “Frikitona” by Plan B. Jin dances up next to me with Tree on his arm and hands me two more shots, “double fist time babyyy” he yells over the crowd. I take the shots all the while I’m dancing, I don’t even notice when the two empty glasses are replaced with new full ones by Jimin, knowing it's him with the pink hair on his head, but I down those two. I vaguely notice Hoseok and Brittany dancing not too far from me, practically making love on the dance floor. Wouldn’t surprise me if they disappeared upstairs real soon. The reggaetón bops keep going and Jimin and I keep dancing amidst the crowd. Whoever picked this mix deserves a reward because it got all the throwbacks. I smile big when I hear Don Omar’s “Dile.”

I’m sweating, pushing my hair back from my face every few seconds, regretting not bringing a scrunchie with me to put it in a bun. The reggaetón mix fades off into a bachata mix with “Te Extrano” by Xtreme being the first song to play. Not wanting to go back into my feels, I decide to take this time to grab water and sober a bit. Now that I’ve stopped dancing I realize just how drunk I really am. I lean against the counter and grab a cool water bottle from the cooler, snickering when I see Yoongi making out with some girl across the kitchen. 

The bachata mix turns sensual, as “Sobredosis” by Romeo Santos starts to play. I sway softly in my spot against the counter, singing along to the song as I try hard to sober up. 

I hear Tony yell a “Look who finally made it” and the crowd starts to shout their greetings at whoever just walked in. I turn around to see what the commotion is all about and see Jungkook walking in holding two bottles of Hennessy, one in each hand.

“What the fuck” I whisper softly, but not soft enough when I hear Taehyung reply, “yeah, he’s back.”

“Whoa when did you get here TaeTae? And when you say ‘he’s back’ you mean cause of summer break right?” I ask without turning back around to look at him, my attention at one man and one man only. 

“I got here a while ago with Janet, we were outside smoking though.” Ahh that makes sense. “And no, he’s back for good. He graduated last week.” He says with a smirk in my direction. 

My eyes go wide, muttering a soft, “fuck.” I turn around to face the kitchen, hands in my hair in exasperation. How did he graduate already? He’s like three years younger than me! I close my eyes and focus on doing the math only to realize that he in fact was graduating college this year. Shit. 

Tae pats my back, “what’s got your panties in a twist love? It’s not like you fucked the guy on his 21st birthday and never spoke to him again even though he’s one of your best friend’s, Yoongi’s to be exact, younger brother.”

I open my eyes and face Tae. He yells an exaggerated ‘OW!” when I twist his nipple. 

“Kim Taehyung what the fuck?! I told you never to mention that again.” I exhale and make the decision to continue my “getting shitfaced” mission. Pouring a line of shots, I start to take them one after the other until Tae decides to take the last 3 himself earning a “fuck you” from me. 

I lean against the counter, facing the living room only to see Jungkook walking towards me. I roll my eyes at him when I see his smirk directed at me. He walks up next to me and opens the bottle of Hennessy, not saying a word. Taehyung chuckles and leaves with a “have fun lovebirds.” Jungkook pours two shots and hands me one. But he doesn’t just give it to me like any decent person would, no way, he has the audacity to bring the shot glass to my lips , softly nudging my lips open with it to make me drink. Not one to back down from a challenge, I hold his hand holding the shot glass against me and throw my head back to down it. His big brown eyes, those that were so full of innocence, are now full of lust and focused on my lips. I don’t miss the way they subtly move down to look at my neck when I swallow the alcohol, or the way his hand still near my lips slightly twitches when my tongue flicks out to lick my bottom lip, making sure I take every drop of alcohol he gave me. 

He leans closer to me, his scent which now surrounds me making me even drunker. My hands go up to his chest instinctively, as if I had the willpower to actually shove him away. I could feel his heart beating faster against my hands, his pecks feeling tight...woah when did that happen? 

I feel, rather than see, his face lean closer to my ear where he softly whispers, “wana show me what else you can swallow?” His deep melodic voice has me closing my eyes and gulping in a millisecond, feeling a rush of wetness pool at my core.  

I open my eyes, reminding myself who I’m talking to and laugh the nerves away. I shove him back, needing some room to breathe and he chuckles at my antics. 

The playlist starts to play “Imitadora” by Romeo Santos and I can feel a change in the atmosphere. Jungkook takes a step closer to me, arm going around me to softly push me against him. He leans close to my ear again to whisper “dance with me” but I’m too high off his scent and to the beat of his heart that’s vibrating against where my hands rest on his chest to answer. He takes it as a yes and walks us backwards to the center of the makeshift dance floor. 

I bring myself back to the present and raise an eyebrow at him, “You sure you can keep up Korean boy?” I feel his chest softly vibrate from his chuckle.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve preciosa” he answers with a smirk as he twirls me around. I swoon at his honey like voice calling me “preciosa,” with the subtle hint of his accent. But I feel my pussy clench when he dances bachata like a Latin born man. 

My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest when he starts singing the chorus of the song in perfect Spanish close to my ear. Hitting every note like if he was Romeo Santos. 

He must've heard my swift intake of breath by the way he smiles. A smile I feel on my neck as he leans even closer to me to drop a kiss at my nape, sealing it with a lick. 

The song comes to an end, quickly transitioning to a more up tempo bachata song. Jungkook drops another kiss on my neck and whispers “wana see what other tricks I got?”

[alsojanetdidntdie]

I have decided to a re-watch of SG1 but only of the Janet episodes(Excluding Heroes pt2 cause that never happened).

First Episode where we get to meet Janet: The Broca Divide

"I pride myself on my deductive reasons skills." Jack looks at Sam to make sure she knows how funny he is

Dude eying up Tealc

Oh, the marines. Cocky bastards

Lol "Doesn't look like my prescription". I forgot how snappy these early episodes were

Wow, I forgot about the almost rape scene

Why do the Untouched wear those white flowing things?

Soooo, the "evil gods" brought this curse Are they the goa'uld or something else? Maybe Nirrti doing an experiment. I would like more of this backstory please and thank you

Sweet sweet Daniel. Science vs Military from the getgo

Daniel not realizing he's won

Lt Johnson freaking out and not being anywhere near a match for Teal'c

"Maybe he was drunk"? What the heck Sam? How could he eave gotten drunk in half and hour on the base?

The infamous kiss scene.

JANET! You finally showed up!

Never seen anything like this, poor Janet. That's what every other episode is like for her

Boom, there goes Jack

Look at that, Janet knows what it is already. There's a reason they hired her

Mr. Teal'c. I love that from the beginning Janet's had a respect for Teal'c. Like, people treat him like crap and she's not even awkward with him. Just goes and gives her respect and will change her address when she learns that's not how he wants to be addressed. We stan an accepting queen.

"You're the doctor, doctor"

It's quarantine time on base! Hope ya'll have your bread recipes ready

omg. Janet had to teach Teal'c and Daniel on how to draw blood. I need that scene

Off they go in the wide blue yonder, off to get some blood

Whoops. Daniel's missing. Boy cannot just stay where he's supposed to

oh no, General Hammond. You got it as well.

oh, this scene with Janet and Jack is so touching

Teryl and RDA just hit it out of the park

she sees him, Jack's still there.

OHHHHHHHH, when he asks her to experiment on him

and then reaches out and touches her face

so tender

in the face of all that stuff going on in his brain

and Janet being the tender doctor we know her to be

just SO GOOD

Tea'lc just needs some blood yall. Help him out

Poor Daniel just gets beat up every episode

The excitement Janet has when she has a solution

Just excitedly telling Jack all about histamine's and how she thinks she's got the solution. SO PURE. GOSH I love her.

Janet trying to explain histamine to Teal'c and Jack is great

Jack being gung ho to be the test subject. that instant connection that he has with Janet is so good

just DAMN

and they way he fights it all the way

"Lucy I'm home." "I am not Lucy" classic. I used to quote this with my brother all the time.

Everyone is back to normal! Hammond is back baby

love how they make Daniel the Kirk,

Yay, everyone is back to normal on the planet

Sweet little tank top number! That's a classic. Many a fic has been launched by that.

Final thoughts: Not as much Janet in it as I thought but she has some great moments, especially with Jack. I love how from the beginning, Janet was cool headed and so so kind. She just exuded the tenderness we all know and love in our fav SGC doctor and she just has it from her first moments on screen. Teryl just is amazing. I bow down to her.

[songtoyou]

Epiphany - Part Four

Paring: Luke Crain x Female Reader

Chapter Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,080

Warnings: Talks of drug use and recovery. Swearing and self-doubt.

Description: Life has never been easy for Luke Crain. After the death of Nell, Luke realizes that he needs to make some changes. He decided to stay in Massachusetts and attend rehab. He was determined to remain on his path of sobriety. When you get assigned to be Luke’s sponsor, it opens a new door of possibilities that neither you nor Luke expected.  

A/N: I am sorry that it has taken me so long to write and upload this chapter. I have not been feeling so good since I posted that last chapter. Lots of anxiety keeping me from doing things such as write. Anyway, here is the new chapter. I wanted to write about Aunt Janet. I felt that the show didn’t really tell us much about her except that she took care of the kids after the events of Hill House in 1992. 

Note: Italics represent the past or past conversations.

Feedback is wonderful. It is nice knowing if people are actually liking this fic.

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~Aunt Janet’s House – 2002 ~

“Luke! Hurry up, or you’re going to be late for school!” Aunt Janet yelled up the stairs.

“Luke! Come on!” exclaimed Nellie. “I’ll go check on him.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” said Janet. Her youngest nephew often worried her, especially since it was the tenth anniversary of Olivia’s death this past summer. Janet started to notice that Luke became more recluse and stayed up in his room. The only person Luke would interact with was Nell, which was not surprising to Janet. The twins only managed to become closer as they got older.

What really began to cause Janet to worry was catching Luke steal money from her purse. She asked him what he was doing and why he was stealing. However, Luke could come up with a pretty decent lie about needing money to buy flowers for Olivia’s grave.

In truth, it was to buy beer. Luke had taken a liking to the barley and hops beverage. It helped him feel numb and not worry about anything. Unfortunately, Luke had one too many beers last night and was paying for it. Nellie found him headfirst in the toilet regurgitating the contents of his late-night beer binge.

“Eww, gross. What is wrong with you?” asked Nellie. She pinched her nose as the stench of Luke’s puke was overwhelming.

“What does it look like! I’m sick! Tell Aunt Janet that I can’t go to school.”

“Luke, come on. You have missed too many days already. They’re going to hold you back another year if you miss any more school,” Nellie argued while searching through Luke’s drawers and closet for clothes.

Luke managed to get up from the bathroom floor when he felt it was safe. He rinsed out his mouth to relieve it from the after taste of throw-up.

“Come on! Get cleaned up and put these on,” ordered Nell and shoved Luke’s clothes in his arms.

Luke groaned and plopped down on his bed. “Nellie…I can’t go to school today. I’m too sick.”

“Well, your sickness is also making me sick, but I managed to get up and ready for school today. Now move it! I’ll keep bugging you if you don’t move. I’m not going to let you fall to the waste side. Do you hear me, Luke?”

“Fine! I’m getting dressed!” Luke yelled to get Nellie off of his back.

No matter what occurred between them, neither twin could ever hate the other. They were each other’s best friends and closest confidante. They had to be. Especially now that they were the last two left in Aunt Janet’s care. As soon as their eldest siblings turned eighteen, they hightailed it out of Janet’s house for college.

Luke slowly trudges down the stairs with his backpack slumped on his shoulders.

“Hey, there he is,” greeted Aunt Janet. “Would you like some breakfast, sweetie?”

“No! No breakfast,” Luke replied with his head on the table.

However, Nellie pushed a plate of dry toast in front of him and told him to at least nibble some bites. “Here’s some orange juice. Take slow sips. The last thing we need is you spewing junks in the toilet again,” whispered Nellie while Aunt Janet was in the kitchen. She would not out that her brother was hungover. That last thing Nell wanted was to cause any more trouble for Luke.

She knew why Luke did not want to go to school, and it had to do with, what else, their family. Some of the kids at school saw Luke as an easy target to bully and terrorize. The topic of their “messed-up” family was their go-to whenever they wanted to antagonize Luke. Nell often found herself a target for bullies but could stand up for herself a lot better than Luke.

With the anniversary of Olivia’s death, the bullies made it their mission to torment Luke about growing up without a mother or father. They would push him against the lockers, knocking his glasses off his face, and trip him in the hallways. It was too much to handle, and Luke was tired.

Leaning back in his chair, Luke re-read the words on the computer screen. His instructor loved the essay he turned in and advised him to expand upon it. Luke pushed aside his reservations about exploring his past traumas through writing. It was a better outlet for Luke to help cope and tackle past stressful life experiences.  Not only did Luke have support from his instructor and you, but his counselor at Banyan Treatment Center, Rob, also supported the idea of using expressive writing as a way to heal.

Luke could not deny that writing helped clear his head. Something he learned while being in rehab back in Los Angeles. It allowed him to face things from his past that he had pushed aside. However, Luke had some reservations about how much he should…open himself up when it comes to sorting out his past events. There were still things that Luke was not quite ready to face.  

Oh my God!" exclaimed Luke. "It has been a month and a half since we have seen that movie. It would be best if you got over the ending. It happened. There is nothing you can do about it."

"I can't, Luke. It was total bullshit!" you yelled back furiously.

Luke calmly said your name to get your attention. "Listen to me; we don't even know if Steve Rogers actually stayed back in time to be with Peggy. He may have…"

"Then where did he go? Huh? He just up and left his friends who he just got back. Steve and Peggy never even dated! They kissed, that is it. Yes, there was an attraction that each had for one another, but that was all it ever way…an attraction. They are a 'what could have been' type of couple—the movie completely throughout all of Steve's character development…right out the window. Whatever, I'm over it," you stated, throwing your hands up in defeat.

You and Luke were driving to his Aunt Janet's house for a visit. He mentioned to you about wanting to visit his aunt for some time but had not gotten around to it. You were surprised that he asked you to come along.

Luke mentioned that Shirley and Theo were too busy to come with him and did not want to go alone. You agreed on the condition that he drive since Aunt Janet lived an hour and a half away from Wilmington. Lately, your anxiety has been going up and down, so you were not comfortable being at the hands of the wheel, especially on the freeway. You did not understand why you had such anxiety these past few days. You chalked it up to being nervous about your final project at school. The assignment was to create a self-portrait. It should be simple enough, but of course, the art instructor wanted students to "think outside of the box" and not have it be a regular standard portrait of themselves.

Each draft you came up with was of you in some state of turmoil, whether it be you depicted on a gurney getting resuscitated from your heroin overdose or lying in a pool of your own vomit. You could not understand why this particular project was giving you such a hard time. You were three-years sober. You had a steady job and gone back to school. Your relationship with your parents was better than ever. So, why the thought of a self-portrait brought upon negative thoughts about oneself?

You mentioned your troubles to Luke, and he was very sympathetic. While he was now 206 days sober, there were times where he felt…like the achievement did not mean much.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked him while on the way to Aunt Janet's house.

"It's just…this isn't my first rodeo when it comes to recovery," Luke began to say. "There is always this little voice in the back of my head that…"

"That it is only temporary. I have that little voice too. I'm not too fond of that little voice. Three years sober, and there are times where I still feel like a total failure. I shouldn't, but…I can't help it," you revealed to Luke honestly.

"Thankfully, there is another little voice in the back of my head that gives tells me that I'm doing a good job now and then. It's just that positive little voice has been a tad quiet lately," you added.

Luke could pick up on the little defeatist tone in your voice, and he did not like it. You immediately felt his worry about you. "Hey," you said to get his attention and placed a hand on his arm. "Don't worry about me, okay. I'm fine. I have my fears like every recovering addict. It is nice to talk to someone about it, particularly someone who understands, you know. That helps."

Silence soon filled the car, but it was not awkward. You never had awkward or uncomfortable silences with Luke. For some reason, Luke was one of the few comforting presences in your life. Regardless of all of the hardships he has gone through in his life, he offered a sense of hopefulness. With his 6'3 stature, Luke really came off more like a gentle giant. It was like he did not view himself as this grown tall man, but probably still felt like that little kid hiding under the bed from the "Tall Man" at Hill House.

"Luke," you said to get his attention. "Are you happy?"

"No," he replied immediately, then clarified when he saw the look you gave him. "I mean, am I happy that I am over 200 days clean, then yes I am, very much so. But…I don't know, there is a small part of me that is scared to be happy…to be content in fear of something going wrong."

When Luke pulled the car into Aunt Janet's driveway, the older woman immediately came out of the house to greet her youngest nephew.

"There he is, my little boy," she said and wrapped her arms around Luke, which he reciprocated.

"Hi Aunt Janet, how are you?"

"I'm fine, darling. How have you been?" Aunt Janet asked, pulling away to get a good look at Luke. He looked much better than he did at Nell's funeral.

"Good. I'm doing good. Everyone is doing…fine," Luke replied, then turned towards you. He introduced you as his friend and not his sponsor to his Aunt, which kind of surprised you.

"So nice to meet you," said Aunt Janet taking your hand. She motioned for you both to follow her into the house. "I hope you both are hungry. I made an array of sandwiches and salads for lunch. Luke, I also made your favorite…chocolate pecan pie bars."

"Thank the Lord because he was hoping you would make them on the car ride here. It was all he talked about?" you teased.

"Once you have one, then you will know what I am talking about," Luke responded with a smile.

Aunt Janet lead you both into the kitchen.

"Can I use the bathroom to freshen up?" you asked her.

"Oh yes, dear. It is down that hallway, the first door to the right," told Aunt Janet as she showed you where to go. "Luke, you should probably wash your hands first," she added.

"Yes, Aunt Janet," he said and went to the sink to wash his hands.

When you were no longer in earshot, Aunt Janet stood beside her nephew and said, "Your friend seems really sweet."

Luke could not hold back his smile, "Yeah, she is genuinely nice. She's fun to hang out with. We have a lot of the same interests. Shirley and Theo have met her as well," he mentioned and shared that both of his sisters really liked you.

Aunt Janet turned her head to see if you came if you were around the corner. When you were not, she leaned over to Luke and said, "Very pretty too. She'd make a lovely…"

"Aunt Janet, she is just a friend. I can't date her anyway. She's…they say you shouldn't date anyone while still in recovery."

"I'm so proud of you," Aunt Janet said as she placed the food on the kitchen table. "You are becoming the man I always knew you could be."

Luke would be lying to himself if he denied that there was some form of attraction that he had for you, both physically and emotionally. He knew that the feelings that he was slowly developing towards you could be considered wrong. You were his sponsor…a dedicated one at that too. It would not be right for him to act on any attraction he may have for you—no doubt, that you would not reciprocate them, which would be disappointing to Luke.

"Better to just suffer in silence," Luke thought to himself.

"Don't you want a girlfriend? A family of your own someday?" asked Aunt Janet.

"Yeah…maybe. Someday. I'm just learning to take care of myself without drugs in my system. There is no way I can be a dedicated father or husband to anyone… at least not right now. I am still a work in progress," Luke admitted to his aunt. "I do like…" But Luke stopped when he heard your footsteps approaching.

"Oh, my goodness. The pictures on the wall… I'm assuming the little kid with glasses is you, Luke."

The three of you sat around the kitchen table with your plates stacked with delicious food.

"Luke was the absolute cutest kid. He had a little lisp as well," Aunt Janet shared. "I have more pictures of the kids if you would like to see them?"

"Yes," you replied ecstatically.

"No," Luke disputed, "We are in the middle of eating."

"We can multitask. Let's see those pictures," you asserted gleefully while Aunt Janet got up from the table.

With a belly full of food, the three you were now sitting outside on the patio, drinking tea, and eating Aunt Janet's yummy chocolate pecan pie bars. You already looked through three photo albums that showed Luke and his siblings' younger years.

"I wanted to take as many pictures as I could of the kids. They hated it, but I told 'em they would appreciate it when they got older," expressed Aunt Janet. "Here's a picture of Nell on her wedding day. That's her husband, Arthur. Sadly, he passed away a couple of months after they got married. But…they are together now."

You looked at the photo of the young couple. Nell looked very much like her older sisters and her mother. You could tell that there was a kindness about Nell just by looking at the picture. She was the type of person to go above and beyond for her family and even strangers. Luke would say that Nell was just that type of person to care about everyone, no matter who they were or where they came from.

Luke did share with you that one of his biggest regrets was not going to Nell's wedding. He said that he tried, but Shirley told him to leave. Luke said that it was for the best and that he was in no right state of mind to support his twin the way she deserved on her wedding day.

Thankfully for Luke, Nell understood and held no hard feelings. She never did when it came to her other half.

Aunt Janet began to sniffle, and when you looked up from the photo, you saw the older woman dab her eyes with a napkin. Out of instinct, Luke grabbed his Aunt's tiny hand and squeezed it with his as a way to show support. Just as he was Aunt Janet's little boy, Nell was her little girl. She was the one to raise them, take care of them, and guide them into adulthood.

None of the Crain children were perfect; they were far beyond that notion. However, there is no denying that if they did not have Aunt Janet take care of them and love them, they could have been worse off. Luke had the overwhelming feeling of guilt encompassing him at the moment as Aunt Janet tried to hold back her tears.

You instantly looked up at Luke. You could feel his sense of guilt towards the way he treated his aunt while growing up. He looked over at you. It was a silent conversation you both were having between one another. You mouthed, "Do you want me to go?" so he could have this moment alone.

With a shake of his head, 'No,' Luke spoke up to get his aunt's attention. "Aunt Janet…I'm sorry. I'm sorry for…for all the Hell I put you through while living here. You did so much for Nell and me, and the others that I…shit all over it. I stole and lied to you like it was my job. You deserved better. I just want you to know that…me getting hooked on drugs…well…that was…no matter what had happened…it was my choice to go down that path of destruction. I love you, Aunt Janet, and I am so appreciative of the sacrifices you made for my siblings and me. I wish that I weren't such a fuck up…"

"Oh sweetheart, no, you are not a…fuck up," Aunt Janet interjected and continued, "Not at all. I love you so much that…I would do anything for you, you know that, right? Your childhood is in the past. It happened. It is a part of you. The fact that you are continuing to remain clean after all that has occurred…well, that is something you should be most proud of. It shows that you are dedicated to your sobriety and turning your life around. No one said this process was easy, but you stayed the course and continued to make good decisions. As I told you earlier, you are becoming the man I always knew you could be."

"Now, I'm going to cry," Luke giggled as he dabbed his eyes with a napkin. "I didn't mean to turn this into a sob fest, but I wanted you to know that I'm sorry for what I put you through and that I love you very much, Aunt Janet."

Aunt Janet emerged from her seat to wrap her arms around her nephew and kiss the top of his head. It was a sweet moment to witness.

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

wait a minute. So I've read your bits on civil war 2008, and I have a question for you: all the characters in the civil war event, at least the major players(like stark, Cap, Spidey, FF), do you believe that they are acting OOC, or that the writers chose to bring out the character's worse qualities to create drama?

And do you think that if the writers had written them In Character, or at least written them to be more balanced, would it have improved the story? Actually, do you think that Civil War could have been... at least A not Bad Story under an intense rewrite? or that the whole concept should have been thrown away?

The OOC talk is tempting and also partially justified. There is a batch of previous stories scattered through the years with the Fantastic Four dealing with similar scenarios where Reed is pretty much anti-government.

1) In one Social Services sue the FF4 for endangering Reed and Sue Kids by keeping them in the Baxter Building despite it being blown up once every 2 weeks. They ask them to "register" them and put them in a safe government facility, so to spearhead a new law where they can get pre-teen superhumans "out of harm way" or some shit.

Keep in mind Franklin is still a Mutant in this story (And still is right now because FUCK YOU SLOTT). Anyway, Reed seemingly agrees,only to set up a dummy facility and "register" his kids there. He doesn't even announce it he literally only writes it in the Government's documentation and shit.

The facility is razed to the ground a couple hours later. Because yes the Baxter Building can explode at any time but AT LEAST they are there to protect the kids from the countless people.

2) In another story, Reed is asked by Congress to create a device that outs mutants and "abnormal" humans, so the government can better individuate them for "reasons." Reed agrees, and makes a device SO POWERFUL it detects every deviations from the supposed norm, so when he gives a demonstration in Congress, he reveals half of its members would qualify as "Mutants" if they kept that line of inquiry, which makes them hastily drop the whole thing. This was intentional, because who the fuck are they to decide who is or isn't not normal?

3) Compare and Contrast with Civil Ear Reed Richards, who is a McCarthy apologist who goes "Logically speaking, we need to listen to the government on this one otherwise we might get burned just like my (gay coded) artist uncle was by the McCarthy Trials in the 50s when he told the court to shove it and his life was ruined as a result. It's the rational way to do it."

4) (The three main proponents of the Registration Side being Rich, White, Heterosexual Men in positions of powers, with jobs in the science field that justify their decision with "Facts and Logic" was PROBABLY unintentional, but is also a great unintended allegory for this kind of shit. The ones who are hurt the most but these kind of laws are the ones who can't afford it after all, and who is ever going to go after the rich and powerful first? Especially if they come with little repercussions on their lives (Tony, Reed and Hank where all already outed as Superheroes after all))

5) Peter is OOC in OMD mind you, Civil War goes pretty much how you'd expect him to go (gets manipulated by authority figure into it, MJ and May are supportive of him because they see only half the facts, the SECOND Peter realizes that those people are monsters he drops them and gets the shit beaten out of him for it, unlike Reed or Tony who can AFFORD having their identities public Peter barely has the money to survive which ends with May getting shot for it). It's an incredibly poignant scenario that I wish was used to TELL A MESSAGE rather than just a backdrop to shoehorn OMD in.

6) Which is to say Civil War could indeed be written better under the same premise. If they want to keep the Patriot Act Allegory, they should be aware of what that would entail for the characters that support it.

We are currently seeing a similar scenario going on in Marvel in the Champions comics where the registration side is pretty much spearheaded by an unambiguous evil corporation and shit. In light of Civil War I existing the whole thing kinda loses its impact (Like that one joke scene where Tony goes "Maybe we should register them" with a smug look on his face as if he isn't responsible for so many deaths), but at least they are trying to shift the conversation? The villain is not the Government of course it's Evil Apple, but at least it's not a "Both Sides are equally ok" centrist bullshit take like they did in Civil War or in Skyrim.

Like, fuck, it's literally called CIVIL WAR to invoke the American Civil War in the context of the "brother kills brother" interpretation some bastards are so fond off, I wouldn't call THAT a "Both Sides are valid" scenario by a long fucking mile, yet here we are.

7) I think the best way to put it would be to set up the same scenario but make it realistic to the setting and shit.

Hank and Tony still support the Government because one is a Skrull Chaos Agent the other is misguided, Carol takes Reed's place in the Triad because Women can be War Criminals too (She was leading the equivalent of a child soldier program during Civil War so she is one already at least). Steve is also anti government because this is happening during the fucking BUSH ADMINISTRATION and he goes "When will Washington decide who the villains are?" Like he did in canon but in, like, a poignant moment.

Speaking of Reed he will keep his family neutral and go "I admit superheroing does need failsafes and some kind of oversight mind you, I just don't this this country's government has demonstrated their right to be that."

Let's not put the "Cap you are out of touch because you don't know what MySpace is" or "Luke every time I see a Sentinel that's like seeing a Burning Cross" rants in the story too because those were some raw shit.

Tony, again, lives in privilege, so it wouldn't exactly affect him, and is genuinely trying to do good, so we need to put him as the "Patsy" who gets duped by Skrull Hank Pym for it, the government is the one with the secret prison for Superheroes, Hank is the one recruiting Nazi Scientists and starting child soldier programs, clones Thor, sets up with the Government a Super Prison in the Ocean (can't use the negative zone without Reed), outside of US Jurisdiction so the government can ship then there with no trial and torture them. When Skrull Hank Pym is confronted for it, and the blame is attempted to be pinned on him and him alone, he goes "Are you earthlings daft or something? I did almost nothing, it was your government who did most of the work in their desire for security and safety, I just sped up the process for them, they would have done all of this with or without me."

Around the ending Tony finds out and is devastated and drops the whole thing."

When someone tries to comfort Tony over it because he didn't know any of this he goes "Oh, that's were you're wrong Peter. I knew. Deep down, I knew things weren't right, unjust, but I did nothing, because I could make things better from the inside, because it didn't affect me, because It would have been inconvenient to me to stop this. This is on me for passively accepting it as it is on the ones who enforced it." Which leads him to make amends, that way he is not as much of a awful character here.

The scene where The US kidnaps Ororo so they can strong arm Tchalla into getting registered happens but is treated as a international crisis as it deserves.

The Prison Break finale happens because Namor discovers the prison in HIS FUCKING DOMAIN and just goes ham on it with the help of the Anti Registration side, he drops a line like "I've seen shit like this before, I've seen what happens when man declares another man a criminal for things out of their control, for what they've been from birth, and I say NOT IN MY KINGDOM!" or some shit (He is a WWII veteran after all).

Since Steve isn't pummeling to the ground Tony in this scenario there isn't the dumb as fuck Everyday Heroes scene and he doesn't get shot by Sharon later on..

We have instead the scene from Secret Invasion where Skrull Hank Pym kills Steve (In SI it was Skrull Queen killing Janet Van Dyne) on national television, which leads to the anger of everyone involved who rush him, only for Tony to be the one who pull the trigger.

Tony is put in charge of SHIELD, which leads to Iron Reign (Dark Reign equivalent), and the story ends with him going "Let's see if things can reach change from the inside this time" as he actually reforms Shield from his position of power. The Registration Act becomes unpopular due to Steve's death and Alien Interferences, so that helps, and leads to actual protests in the streets after Namor reveals to the UN the war crimes the US is committing. It's a slow process, but is something.

OMD doesn't happen, The Peter storyline remains pretty much the same, but instead of Tony bragging about his private prisons for Superheroes in hell, it's the Punisher who shows up to him and reveals some troubling shit he discovered, Peter Confront Tony for it who dismisses it as fake news because he doesn't want to believe, Peter drops the registration side out of disgust, which then leads to the government sending villains after him rather than Tony. Tony is then seen strongly arguing with Maria Hill for this since Peter almost died from what he got from his suit readings (which he never hijacked or deactivated), but the Skrull Hank Pym shows up and supports Maria Hill for it, and Carol is busy with her child soldier program to comment.

May still gets shot and dies right as Peter and MJ discover MJ is pregnant with their second Daughter, which is ripe for lots of good stuff.

Maria Hill will therefore have to take even more of a role as a Government Plant and shit, but what's new.

Johnny Storm still gets hate crimed on but not by black people. Maybe confirm him as Bi while we're at it? You know, to get topical and all.

Ideally No More Mutants never happened so mutants are still a thing and most of them are vehemently anti registration. Emma Frost appears neutral at first glance, but ultimately she is playing the long game, secretly helping militant mutant groups and shielding the school from unwanted attention. She still has a restraining order filled for Tony Stark, she still points out to Carol how fucking dangerous a mutant life can be if outed via mind powers.

Can't think of much else for now, maybe Felicia helping MJ and May while they are in hiding? MJ is nauseous and all and she goes "must be the nerves" and Felicia agrees but May knows. This could lead to the polycule post May death since Felicia blames herself for it for not being fast enough, and MJ now is pregnant and scared and the Registration Act is getting repealed by the future is still glum and Peter is depressed so they all comfort each other and then 69 issues later we have a two parter maxi event where they face their fears and BANG we get the polycule.

Aunt May still poisons the Chameleon while he was posing as Peter. She actually actually poisons him rather then just drug him this time, because she knows of that one time he tried to force himself on MJ while posing as Peter which lead to MJ beating the shit out of him with a baseball bat, and May is a nice old lady but there are things she really can't stand you know?

Felicia and MJ help her hide the body. Peter never finds out.

And that's it?

[iselsis]

Unholy Matrimony 2

Jack had left early in the morning two days later for his meeting with Mr. Wayne, and Tim had been waiting in the grand foyer almost without a break ever since.

He knew, like, intellectually, the Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because, duh, Batman, but he was having a hard time convincing his body of that. His heart pounded wildly, his hands were clammy and gross, and his stomach roiled, both with heat pain and at the thick scent of distress and pheromones in the room. Janet had tried to order him to his room, but he kept sneaking back, and eventually, she just gave up and opened windows.

In the end, he decided that he was less worried about what would happen if Mr. Wayne bought him, and more worried about what would happen when he didn’t. His parents were going to be furious, and while he kind of hoped that they’d just spend a lot of time thinking about what to do next, go on another trip, and forget, like they usually did with commitments they made to him, he didn’t think that that was going to happen this time.

After a few hours, Janet wordlessly stepped into the room. Neither of his parents had spoken to him since the first morning except to snap order and make absolutely sure how much of a disappointment he was. Instead of acknowledging him or snapping at him to stop making her house smell like a crime scene, she leaned against the banister to watch the front door with him. He supposed that meant that his dad would be back soon, and his gut wrenched again. He wasn’t sure if that would be good or bad, but at least it would mean an end to the waiting.

It was only a few more minute before they heard the Drake’s rental (they were never in town long enough to need their own car) roar up the front drive with a worrying speed. His dad was either really excited, or really mad. Tim was leaning towards mad, given the whole “trying to sell my kid to the unholy terror of the night” thing, but that wasn’t assured, he realized. He might have drastically mistyped Batman, and the real Bruce Wayne was more of a “do as I say and not as I do” type person, or maybe he didn’t really mind child brides. Like, he’d stop a grab & go rape, but if they were, like, married, then maybe he wouldn’t really mind.

The door flew open and Jack stormed into the foyer, his whole body and scent screaming rage.

Tim breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He wasn’t getting married, then.

Janet frowned in confusion. “He refused.”

“Refused? Refusing is one thing, but that bastard,” Jack snarled, hurling his briefcase at the floor, where it landed on its spine with a resounding crack and an eruption of papers. “That absolute bastard had the nerve to lecture me about how we should ‘respect and treasure our son’ and ‘cherish the time we have with him.’”

Oh, that was… That was beautiful. Poetic. The small part of him that had been worried about Mr. Wayne actually wanting him that way curled up and died of laughter. The thought of his parents actually following through on Mr. Wayne’s suggestion and respecting him and cherishing their time with him, though, was just too much.

Jack turned and shot a glare at Tim, like it was his fault that Mr. Wayne didn’t want to buy him, and Tim struggled to keep his grin in check.

He must not have been able to keep his amusement from his scent, because his father’s expression darkened, and he stalked toward Tim.

“You think that this is funny, bitch?” Jack snatched Tim’s collar before Tim could make a run for it and shook him harshly.

Tim stumbled, throwing his head back in submission to bare his throat. Jack growled and slapped Tim hard across the face with enough force to send him crashing to the ground.

His head hit the tile hard, making his vision swim with disjointed shapes and blurred edges. He tried to get up, but his father’s shoe slammed into his ribs and he was down again with a cry of pain. The next kick landed in his stomach, then another to his ribs, then his mother’s voice was saying something quietly that Tim couldn’t hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“He deserves it, pompous little omega brat!” Jack snapped venomously.

Tim chanced a glance up, but found only a furious glare from his father and a cool, calculating stare from his mother.

“True.” She lifted her chin so that she was looking down her nose at Tim even more than she had been before. “But we won’t get as good a price for him if he’s broken and ugly. His only asset is his pretty face, dear. Luthor or Queen might be interested if he looks decent.”

A small, ridiculous part of Tim was thrilled, because calling him pretty was the nicest thing his mom had said about him in years. A larger part of Tim cringed at the idea of having to marry Lex Luthor or Oliver Queen. Mr. Wayne was Batman, which meant that of course he would never agree to marry a kid. Tim was sure that the drunken playboy role was just an act.

Lex Luthor, from what he had overheard from his parents, was arrogant, cruel, manipulative, and completely amoral, and that was just with his business partners. Tim was sure that he wouldn’t object to being given a child bride, and Tim also knew that his parents had wanted a deal with Luthor almost as badly as they wanted a deal with Wayne.

Oliver Queen, he knew less about. He did know that he was the CEO of Queen Industries. His parents didn’t think much of him. He was apparently what Bruce Wayne pretended to be: a drunk playboy with too much money and low moral character. He was a useful idiot, though, and they might try to get the better of him with a stilted business deal and a young omega. For all those faults, though, Tim was pretty sure that he wasn’t a criminal.

Jack growled and kicked Tim once more before storming out of the room.

Janet’s lips curled into a frown of distaste. She didn’t have to say anything to communicate just how disappointed she was. After a few moments, she calmly followed her husband out of the room.

Tim tried to get up, but it hurt too much to move. He lay there, curled up in a fetal position on the tile floor, where at least the icy tiles numbed the pain of his bruises and heat, for a long time.

Finally, Tim dragged himself up off the floor, and up two flights of stairs to his bedroom. If he even had his own house, he was going to get a ground floor bedroom, like a sensible person. Or maybe he’d just take suppressants for the heat, and stay away from angry alphas.

Tim slipped into his room and shut the door behind him louder than he would have normally dared with his parents home, but he was hurt, and they were already mad, so he didn’t think it mattered if he slammed the door.

Tim wanted to just curl up into a ball and fall asleep for the next five years, but he had research to do first.

He dragged his laptop out from under his bed, where he’d hidden it in case his dad took it like he’d taken Tim’s phone. Jack had said that Tim didn’t need it anymore, but Tim had a feeling that it was really more out of a fear that Tim would go on social media and paint his parents and their company in a bad light in an attempt to get out of a marriage.

Tim was smart, though, or at the very least, smarter than that.

Options were limited for omegas. He could live on the streets, but he doubted he’d survive long without a pack. Jason Todd had done it, but Jason Todd was an alpha and he was strong enough that Batman had impulse-adopted him to be his Robin. If Tim wanted a prayer of survival, he’d probably have to find a pimp or an alpha. He didn’t want to, but if his other option was Luthor… He’d have to see.

Foster care, especially in Gotham, was basically just the prostitute option. He’d have a guaranteed roof, and probably food, but he wouldn’t get to keep his money and his parents would probably be able to get him back. Gotham’s omega group homes were also hotbeds for abuse without pay.

Tim’s main problem was that what his parents were doing wasn’t technically illegal. Even though omegas weren’t legally considered property anymore, they were second class citizens. If their parents wanted, they could marry them off to any alpha they wanted. Most didn’t anymore, but most also weren’t negotiating multimillion-dollar business deals. His new husband would be his guardian until he was eighteen, and he couldn’t even be divorced until then.

At the very least, Tim was the only one in the marriage who could request a divorce. Something about the alpha assuming responsibility since the omega had little real-world experience before the marriage. If he wanted, once he was eighteen, he could just be really really annoying until whatever alpha married him agreed to give him a severance check and alimony.

That plan probably wouldn’t work. There weren’t any rules about beating your omega for being a brat, or marital rape.

He needed to make a plan, and for that, he needed information.

A search on Lex Luthor turned up relatively innocuous results, until Tim started trying to get around any doctoring of the algorithm by adding keywords like crime and conspiracy. Most people turned their noses up as soon as the word conspiracy was uttered, but Tim had figured out that the richest man in Gotham ran around town dressed as a bat and beating people up with his underage accomplice all because of an acrobatic move. Small clues were important, and rich people are weird.

It turned out that the internet suspected Lex Luthor of a lot. Illegal weapons deals, links to supervillains, human testing, abuse, rape, murder. There wasn’t much that he wasn’t suspected of. Several of his more vocal accusers had turned up “suicided” as some had termed it. There was one, a CK, whose allegations of Luthor’s crimes was so extensive that Tim wasn’t sure if it could actually be true that one man had committed so many crimes.

Luthor was a hard no. Tim would rather chance the streets. Tim would rather die. Heck, if he wanted to die, marrying Luthor would probably take care of that pretty quickly.

Oliver Queen was a different story. Tim couldn’t find many accusations against him of anything, and the accusations he did find were mostly just being a drunkard and a whore. He didn’t seem so bad, or so smart. He seemed like he’d be nice enough, and Tim might even be able to manipulate Mr. Queen into letting him go to school. He’d probably be safer than the streets even if he couldn’t, and if he wasn’t, then at least the streets of Star City weren’t nearly as dangerous as the streets of Gotham.

It struck him while he was looking at a photo of Mr. Queen at a charity gala for polio or rickets or something. Mr. Queen’s beard seemed…familiar.

There was no way.

Tim quickly split the screen and pulled up every picture the public had of Star City’s Green Arrow on one side, comparing it to the picture of Oliver Queen from the newspaper.

How.

Had.

No one.

Noticed?

The facial hair was the exact same, the build, the hair color. Wouldn’t it be more efficient to wear a mask over his mouth and nose than over his eyes? It would take away the risk of the domino slipping over his eyes and actually cover extremely identifiable marks.

His heart sank. Mr. Wayne wouldn’t buy him, because he was a hero. Mr. Queen was a hero too.

He was being sold to Luthor.

[goodlookingforagirl]

Oc-tober Day 18: Vintage

I really enjoyed writing this one! It was fun to write the girls (Adelaide, Esther, and Violet) as little kids, and it was also fun to expound on their mother, Janet. Apparently, the concept of “vintage” shopping is pretty modern, so I wasn’t sure how to put it into my story at first. I decided to write about thrift shopping instead, a concept that is much older. I also had a lot of fun researching prices and inflation: in 1966 (when this prompt takes place) $1 was worth almost $10 today. Insane! Thanks to @oc-growth-and-development for making this list!

Day 18: Vintage

“Girls, will you please settle down?” Janet grabbed Adelaide’s arm and put up a warning finger at Esther. “If I see you running around again, I’m going to tell your father.”

    Neither twin saw that as a threat — they had their father wrapped right around their little fingers — but their mom was a different story. The look on her face was enough for both of them to look down at the floor and mutter a reluctant, “Yes, Mommy.”

    From her stroller, Violet pointed at a collection of Depression glass. “Pink!”

    “Yes, it is pink.” Janet held a piece closer to Violet so she could look. “But we don’t need any today. I’m looking for glasses.”

    The twins had recently started drinking from real glasses, and they’d broken most of their collection so far. Janet had stopped by Macy’s to look for replacements, but she couldn’t justify spending eight dollars on a set when the thrift store had glasses for five cents each. She was especially thrifty now that she was pregnant with her fourth, and hopefully last, child. Six mouths to feed meant no more Macy’s for a long time.

    Esther walked up to her, holding a green cut-glass goblet. “You like this one?”

    Janet took the goblet and set it back on the shelf, lest her daughter drop and shatter it. “Yes, I do. But we need regular, clear glasses.”

    “That’s boring,” Esther huffed.

    “Maybe we can get some clear glasses with designs on them. Something elegant.”

    “What’s ‘elegant’ mean?” Esther asked.

    “It means ’refined’.”

    “What’s ‘refined’ mean?”

    Janet was so used to using senior-level vocabulary at work that she often forgot to modify it for her daughters. “It means ‘fancy’, or ‘classy’.”

    “This store isn’t that fancy,” Adelaide said. “Everything’s old.”

    “Well, this is where people take their old things, and then other people buy them.”

    “The stuff here is prettier than the stuff at the regular store,” Esther said. She was still admiring the green goblet.

    “Can we look at the toys?” Adelaide asked, immune to the thrill of thrifting.

    “After we get the glasses, we can look at the toys. You can all get one thing, so long as it’s less than a quarter.” Janet leaned down by the stroller. “You too, Violet.”

    Violet clapped her hands and grinned.

    Janet finally found a set of near-perfect glasses with a little ring of white flowers along the bottom. She loaded them into her shopping basket and maneuvered the stroller with one hand to the toy section. Luke would normally come with her to help with the girls, or he’d keep them at home so she could shop freely, but he was pulling in extra hours at work. He had to, since she would be taking non-paid maternity leave in a few short months. We’ll make it through — we always do, he’d smiled at her, but she could tell he was worried about stretching their dollars again. That was a big reason why this baby would be their last, Lord willing.

    Adelaide ran up to Janet, weilding a paddle ball. “Can I get this?”

    Janet imagined the destruction she might cause with such a toy — Adelaide had already broken several figurines in her short life — but she didn’t want to disappoint her. “Yes, but you can only play with it in the basement or outside.”

    “But why?”

    “Because I said so,” Janet sighed, too exhausted to explain.

    “Can I get this, Mommy?” Esther approached holding a doll-sized comb and mirror. “Chatty Cathy needs her hair brushed.”

    “Yes, that’s fine.”

    Violet was too short to see into the toy bins, so Janet held her up so she could grab something she liked. To Janet’s surprise, Violet grabbed a little Casper the Ghost doll.

    “You want a ghost, Vi?”

    Violet nodded. “He’s a baby.”

    The doll did indeed look like a baby — albeit a very pale one. It shouldn’t have been surprising. Violet adored her baby dolls, and she was excited to have a real, live baby in the house soon. Adelaide and Esther didn’t seem very excited about having a new brother or sister. They had already watched Violet grow from a baby to a toddler, and they weren't very interested in seeing the process again. Janet hoped they’d warm up once they actually met him or her.

    The Casper doll was thirty cents, but Janet decided to give in and let her have it anyways. Violet was already in love with the doll, snuggling it to her cheek, and Janet didn’t have the heart to pry it away. Besides, it was almost Violet’s nap time, and she usually got fussy around this time of day. Maybe the doll would be a comfort.

    She tried to shepherd them all to the checkout, but she was losing patience. “Esther, please watch where you’re going.” Esther was in her own little world, admiring the tiny comb. Janet was afraid she’d wander away, lost in thought.

    Adelaide stole her attention a moment later. “Don’t play with that inside the store, Adelaide.”

    “Mommy, it’s a toy. I’m sposed to play with it.”

    “‘Supposed to play with it’. And not indoors. I already told you that.”

    “You never let us have any fun,” Adelaide whined.

    “I do so, now wipe that look off your face. And Violet, stop chewing on Casper’s foot.”I 

    She got out of the store for just over a dollar, which was a relief. She had planned on going grocery shopping after, but she didn’t think she could handle another shopping trip right now. She’d go later, or she’d ask Luke to go after work. For now, she’d put Violet down for her nap, make the twins go outside and play, and make a strong cup of coffee. If she wasn’t pregnant, she’d make it an Irish coffee.

    “Three more months,” she said to herself. “And then eighteen more years.” A bittersweet thought, but after a car ride of shouting (Adelaide), crying (Violet), and oblivious singing (Esther), it was sounding more sweet than bitter.

[omgviolette12]

Dark Morning

An AU Loki fic

Summary:  Lita sourly regretted going to his office. She should’ve stayed home, to work on her manuscript. Then she would head out to the daycare, and watch her cute little son play for a bit. Live in her ignorant bubble. But no, she just had to make him lunch, didn’t she?

Chapters: 1/3

Pairing: Loki/Original Character

Words: 1767

Warning: Angst, Implied/Referenced cheating

A/N :  A sad fic to match the gloomy, rainy weather rn. I love reading heartbreaking shit on occasion, so enjoy this two-shot of depression. Sorry not sorry. Inspired by @voila-tout‘s fic, “Little Do you Know”

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Lita could no longer feel her arms or legs.

Hours had passed since she stumbled into the house, lost and broken. It took tremendous effort just to remove her jacket wet from the rain, moving sluggishly to the large window inside their bedroom. She slumped downward slowly, perching on its edge.

How much time went by, she was unsure. Three hours? Five, perhaps? Judging from the darkening skies, she surmised that it’s been a while. She was starving, but no matter how hard she tried to move her limbs, her gaze remained transfixed to the streets below.

She hated it, the feeling of helplessness. The deafening silence and darkness of the room. It engulfed her, helping the horrid memories that she encountered hours before to replay inside her mind’s eye like a broken, filthy record.

Loki, her beautiful husband, making love to a woman that was not her.

Lita didn’t think she’d ever forget the way he gripped the flesh of the woman’s backside, his wedding ring glinting cruelly against her irises as he aided his lover into riding him. Was she so insignificant, a fleeting thought, that he didn’t even bother to remove it?

Her limbs tightened further at the thought. She wanted to cry and scream, do anything but just stare blankly into space. But her body refused to listen, as if it was turned to stone. Besides that, she was supposed to pick up their son. The daycare must be worried sick.

Perhaps…she was the problem. Surely she was. The burden of her growing sadness since the passing of her sister was too much for him to bear, so he needed a release.

She was always a helpless burden, when was she never? She was so surprised when he got down on his knees to propose to her, all those years ago. Someone so perfect, so good looking, treating a plain woman like herself with so much adoration she did not deserve.

Lita’s sex drive wasn’t particularly high, but she attempted to please him in whatever way she could. She loved him, so whenever they were intimate, she loved it as well. It was passionate, searing, and wonderful.

Eventually, they gave birth to a child. Loki loved the fact that their son had her eyes. He stated it made him all the more beautiful. That he couldn’t wait to have plenty more.

But judging from what she’d seen, his appetite was much larger, much darker than whatever she could offer.

Lita sourly regretted going to his office. She should’ve stayed home, to work on her manuscript. Then she would head out to the daycare, and watch her cute little son play for a bit. Live in her ignorant bubble. But no, she just had to make him lunch, didn’t she?

She never did something like that before in the years they’d been together because she was always busy, so she wanted to surprise him with something special. Lita had an inkling she’d been neglectful to his feelings for a while now, what with the stress of deadlines for her novel and her sick sister.

Janet, Lita’s now-deceased sister, was her only family left. So Loki was especially sympathetic. He didn’t even give an indication that her changing moods distressed him, reassuring her with the same glowing smile and attentiveness each and every time she felt low. And goodness were those times horrible. Even before she met Loki, she would have periods of overbearing sadness. It would hit her like a freight train. Unexpected, unsuspecting. She wouldn’t even wish it on her worst enemy.

So like the good wife she was, she decided to bring him lunch in order to show some appreciation. Loki loved her cooking, after all.

She should’ve found it strange when the secretary that was usually seated at the desk was nowhere to be found. She’d frequented his workplace in the past, and Loki kept his employees on a strict timetable. The tall, pretty woman should’ve been at the desk, her lunch break not for another half hour.

But Lita brushed it off. Whatever emergency that woman had was none of her business. Or so she thought.

It was like a blade had slashed her heart when she heard the sounds coming from her husband’s office.  She stepped closer to the source of the sound, heart hammering. The door was left ajar.

“Sir, please…I’m yours,”

“Then ride me like the good girl I know you are. Then maybe, I’ll let you cum this time.”

“Yes… yes, please! I love it, I love your cock,”

“So fucking tight…”

Lita could’ve sworn she almost fainted right then and there.

She stumbled backward as if the wind had been knocked out of her by an invisible force.

The food she took time to prepare fell to the floor, the contents spilling from the box with a loud thump. But even with that, the pair within the room was absorbed in their own world, unhearing.

Her legs felt like lead. She made her way slowly towards the elevator, clicking the button to return to the ground floor.

From that moment onward, it was as if she was in a trance. The greetings from the employees that knew her fell on deaf ears as she made her exit, her movements slow and painful. She wanted to run, get away as fast as possible, but it was like walking against the unrelenting waves of the ocean.

Lita reached home eventually…and from that moment on, her body became a part of the windowsill.

Loki, and hopefully their son, should be home any minute now. Lita dreaded to see him. To see him smile, as if nothing was wrong. His touch. She’d much rather disappear.

Unfortunately, she was right. Lita heard the tell-tale beeping of the security code being entered, as heavy footsteps eventually came into earshot.

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As soon as his meeting ended, Loki rushed out in a panic. Everyone in the meeting room could tell he was anxious for whatever reason, and he confirmed their suspicions when the normally calm, stoic boss was out the door in seconds, ending the meeting early.

He received a troubling call that his wife had yet to pick up their son. It made the knot in his throat worsen.

His anxiety began when his secretary - Clara, if he could recall her name correctly - made a strange inquiry as soon as she left his office, skirt ruffled from their weekly tryst.

Loki wasn’t sure when it started. Lita was a wonderful, beautiful woman. He loved her to hell and back, and that love only grew in their years together. She was passionate whenever they made love, and a caring mother to their son, a child he loved dearly. However…there were certain limits that she made clear she wouldn’t and couldn’t surpass, whether it was sexual or otherwise.

He never once blamed her, or judged her for it. Loki understood from the moment he fell for her, that some of his wants would never be fulfilled. He thought he could manage, that the love he had for her would be enough to curb his darker desires. But apparently, he was wrong.

Clara was like a flame, and he was the moth. Whatever Lita refused to do, Clara did it without hesitation. Did he love her? No, but she was addicting. Thrilling. Once the rush was there, it was hard to let go - despite the guilt that slowly ate away at his heart.

And that slow, burgeoning guilt and paranoia raised its head once more whenever Clara left his office.

“Huh? What is this?!”

He heard Clara’s startled voice from the door, and he made his way to her to see what was wrong.

Food was spilled all over the carpeted floor, the ornate box that housed its contents tipped to the side.

Loki’s heart plummeted. He recognized that lunchbox.

“Who would just come here and spill food all over?! Don’t worry sir, I’ll call the janitor-“

“Leave it.” His eyes were transfixed to the box, panic slowly overtaking his body. “…Oh? But-“

“Clara,”

He nearly hissed, his eyes cold and unfriendly, “ You have somewhere to be, do you not?”

Clara’s eyes widened at his tone, entirely different from the man she was with moments prior. She hurriedly scurried away when his expression grew more severe.

Loki was alone now, and he stared at the box. Perhaps it was a coincidence? The box wasn’t particularly unique, so surely it belonged to someone else. Lita had no reason to come all the way out to his building, especially when she was already so stressed. But the contents…they were all his favorite things to eat.

He took out the phone that was in his suit pocket, his hands trembling as he dialed Lita’s number.

Her soothing voice immediately entered his ears, meaning it had gone to voicemail.

Loki tried several more times, and the result was the same. This wasn’t an odd occurrence, actually. Whenever she concentrated on writing, she was practically deaf to the world. But this still unnerved him.

That was all he thought about as he begrudgingly went to his meeting. He could hardly focus as his employees spoke, running through all the possibilities as to why that lunch box was there. Did Lita ask someone to bring it up for her, and they were clumsy enough to spill it? Surely she would’ve cried and screamed at him, confronted him about his unfaithfulness if she came herself. Just imagining that scene tore at his heart.

His thoughts came to an abrupt end when his cell-phone interrupted the chatter in the room, and he hurriedly checked it. Was it Lita..?

No. Instead, it was the daycare company that took care of their son while they both worked. If they were calling him at this time, something must be wrong. He signaled for the people in the room to hush as he picked up the call.

“Hello, is this Mr. Laufeyson speaking?”

“…Yes, this is he.”

“Your wife was supposed to come for Uri over an hour ago, and she’s not answering our calls. Is it possible for you to pick him up at this time?”

And that was when he ended the meeting abruptly, rushing out the door.

He hurried home after picking up his son, Uri babbling nonsense in his safety seat at the back of the car. This was so unlike Lita, to leave their son for a prolonged period of time. 

There was something wrong, and he hoped dearly that it wasn’t the reason he feared.

[ms-maj]

Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me

It only took three weeks to get six songs in, it’s cool. This one ended up being way harder than it needed to be. Song(s) that make you want to dance- Time Warp (or really any song from Rocky Horror). 

This is also the part where I heap copious amounts of gratitude at the feet of @theheavycrown​ for making this cohesive and also for the PERFECT graphic. She is best. 

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Jughead tried to get comfortable in his white boxer shorts and undershirt— he’d drawn the line at tighty whities—but without his beanie, he felt exceptionally exposed. 

Betty looked at him, wearing nothing but a thin satin slip and a bra that looked equal parts uncomfortable and sexy as hell. “I did no such thing. You were a willing participant when we discussed…”

“It’s hard to say no to you when your mouth—” her finger came up to silence him. 

“We’re here for Kevin, remember? It’s his first performance outside of Riverdale High and we promised we’d support him,” her finger lingered on his lip until he nods, smirking she slowly dragged it down until his eyes narrowed and he nipped at the tip.

Jughead could say, without question, that The Rocky Horror Picture Show was not his scene. He’d seen the movie, or parts of it, just once and decided pretty quickly that there was a reason it was a cult classic. He’d heard that it wasn’t the film, or the show, per se, but the event. The spectacle was what made it so special. Sitting in an auditorium full of half-naked people who ran the gamut of ages did not assuage his initial fears. Nor did the prop bag in his lap. (Why exactly did one need a rubber glove AND playing cards?)

But, Betty’s easy smile made being there just a skosh more palatable. The theater was dark, intentionally, he was sure. It was atmospheric, the din; the fraying curtains, the worn seats, the broken lights lining the aisles and running across the spanse of the stage. It had the faint underlying smell of decay he associated with places people refused to let go of. It lingered in every corner bar or old department store. It was the dirt and the dust embedded so deeply into the fabric of a place that removing it was practically sacrilege to the patrons. 

He could understand the appeal, wanting to preserve a piece of history as it was remembered. Just looking around at the crowd with their many costumes, some presumably older than himself, would attest to that. 

And being the cinephile he considered himself to be, he thought that being part and parcel for one of the biggest cult events in history would be more…

(Finish below the cut or on AO3)

“You made it!!” Kevin sashayed up the aisle to where they were seated. Betty, in all her scantily clad glory, leaned over him to stand and greet their friend. She did not return to her seat, just perched herself prettily on Jughead’s lap.

Kevin looked every bit in his element. Of course, if you were playing Dr. Frank-n-furter, you’d have to be damn good, and completely confident in yourself. He was assuredly both of those things, with his stocking-clad legs and red pumps. His black-gloved hands rested against his corseted waist as he apprised the group.

“I love that Archie looks the most uncomfortable even though he and Veronica are the only two in your group that are wearing actual clothes,” Kevin laughed as Archie flipped him the bird from their end of the row.

It had somehow been decided, if he remembered correctly between Betty and Cheryl, that the couples would be dressing as Brad and Janet, through the various stages of the film. Veronica and Archie got wedding Brad and Janet, Toni and Cheryl were dressed like the mannequins from the end, and he and Betty, underwear. 

“Who’d have thought Jughead Jones would come to Rocky Horror as anything but Eddie?” Betty threw her head back as his arms tightened around her midsection.

“Those Veronica’s pearls, Kevin?” 

“Of course,” he winked back. “I hope you’re ready for this, especially you virgins!” Before Jughead could question him, Kevin was headed back toward the stage and Betty was sliding off his lap and back into her seat, an indecipherable look settling onto her face. 

“Hey,” Jughead started leaning closer to Betty, “what does he mean virgins?”

She shrugged innocently. “Guess we’ll find out.” She pointed to the center of the stage where Kevin was now standing.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, non-binary and gender-fluid friends, and my sweet, sweet transvestites, welcome, to Rocky Horror!” Kevin transformed on the stage, he owned it, he was Frank. 

The crowd whooped and hollered.

“It’s been brought to my attention that there are several very special virgins in our midst tonight,” he said, stalking across the stage toward the side of the theater they were seated at. 

“What are you gonna do to ‘em, Frank?” Jughead heard yelled back, a smattering of voices throughout but most surprising, three from right next to him. 

“We’re gonna pop your cherries real good tonight, virgins!” Jughead could feel the blood drain from his face, stark white aside from the crimson lipstick V that adorned his cheek.

“Betty,” he said lowly. “Please tell me this scarlet letter isn’t going to lead to my very public humiliation?” 

“C’mon Jug,” she cajoled from beneath the thick veil of her eyelashes. “You like a little humiliation.”

He growled without meaning to. “I like to be the one doling it out, Elizabeth, you should know that by now.”

Her soft hand landed on his thigh. “Maybe you’ll just have to make me pay for it then.”

Eyes narrowed on the half-naked marvel next to him, he ran his tongue ran across sharp teeth before his mouth settled into a ravenous smirk. The words in his throat died as the house lights went down and the spotlights hit the crowd. 

“All virgins—those of you who were marked upon coming in—please make your way to the stage!” Kevin’s voice cut through the haze, snapping Jughead back to the present and making him painfully aware of the torturous glint Betty’s eyes had taken. He noticed more than a few people making their way to the stage. Veronica had stood pulling Archie up behind her, inching their way toward him; the aisle.

“We’ll see if you’re smiling later, poppet,” Jughead didn’t miss the way Betty shivered when the words hit her. He let Veronica and Archie pass before standing, raising a warning brow to his girl and stalking toward the stage. 

He could hear them: Betty, Toni, Cheryl, cheering for them as they hit center stage, but with the spots firmly affixed back to the production, he could barely make them out in the audience. 

“Look at this collection of delightful little V’s. Aren’t they just the cutest?” Kevin was wedged between an ever-increasingly anxious Jughead and Archie who, fully clothed, was enjoying being in the lights. When Jughead scowled in response to Kevin pinching his cheek, Kevin moved down to Veronica who preened under his attention, much to the delight of the crowd. “Don’t they just look good enough to eat?”

A chorus of delighted cheers ran through the audience.

As the lights followed Kevin down the line, the crowd became a little easier to discern. He could feel Betty’s eyes on him, even before he could fix her location. From the stage she looked absolutely in her element, shouting out random things along with Cheryl and Toni, looking way too comfortable in her underwear. He hadn’t been too happy about that if he was being honest. No one else was supposed to see her that bare, and yet, the possessive pride that swelled in him when she caught every passerby’s eye was enough to let him overlook punishing her for that particular offense.

Her smart mouth was another story. And so was this. Whatever this was.

And then he felt it. Something awkwardly large, not firm exactly but not soft either, something that prickled at his skin and pulled at the hair was thrust between his knees.

What he saw when he looked down is red. A balloon. A glance down the line assured him that he wasn’t the only one in this particular predicament.  With the quirk of an eyebrow and an impressive flourish, Kevin produced a giant hatpin; his eyes took on a wicked glint and he was standing at Jughead’s side. 

“Time to get rid of those pesky ol’ cherries!” Kevin paused and faced the audience. “One! Last! Time!” They all shouted in unison.

The ‘pop’ of the balloon Jughead was prepared for, even if he did jump a little. The moans from Kevin as he went down the line and took care of the rest of the balloons were also anticipated. What came most unbidden was that Jughead seemed to actually be enjoying himself.

It was probably because the whole process wasn’t half as humiliating as he’d imagined it would be. Or maybe he was just realizing he was one minute closer to being back in his seat. One scene closer to excusing themselves from their friends. Just a few more hours before he and Betty were back in their quiet little apartment (quiet until he had her screaming that is).

The newly devirginized were released to the raucous crowd, Jughead walking back with much more fervor than he’d gone up with. Maybe it was the ritualistic nature of the whole thing. The cherry popping or the dressing up or the audience participation lines that so many of the patrons knew. He only knew that the energy was palpable, it flowed through the space like electricity, crackling and sparking all around him as he finally sat back down. 

Betty was watching him from the corner of her eye, he could see her jaw clenching from biting her cheek, presumably to keep from smiling. “Something amusing, Elizabeth?” 

Their eyes finally met the moment the opening number began. She shook her head. “Nope,” the pop of her ‘p’ struck him like lightning.

“That’s good to hear because we’re already at ten when we get home, poppet. Five for knowing what was going to happen here and not telling me, and five for how much you enjoyed it,” Jughead sat transfixed, watching the graceful curve of her neck stretch as she sucked in a ragged breath. “Now watch the show.”

Her pretty, pink tongue slipped between plump, pastel lips as she turned her attention back to the stage. Before long, she and Cheryl and Toni were tossing lines out with the best of them, helping their virgin friends with their prop bags and truly embracing the spirit of Rocky Horror.

“So! What did you think?” Betty asked as soon as their feet hit the pavement. Archie and Veronica were doing the Time Warp as they walked out the door with several other revelers, Cheryl and Toni, now wrapped in heavy robes, were singing their best Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me’s, all-in-all he’d have to say the night was a success.

He stopped, wrapping his arm around her midsection and pressing his large, flat palm against her stomach. “It was something.”

Leaning back into his embrace, she turned to their friends and asked them the same.

“Well,” Cheryl started, tossing her crimson locks back behind her shoulder. “It’s Rocky so, I can understand how the production value could look like it costs less than a Jan Terri music video—”

“Get Down Goblin is a classic!” Archie interjected from behind, dancing his way into the circle. 

Cheryl turned to Archie, crimson-tipped fingers menacingly pointed in his direction. 

“Be that as it may, Ginger Rogers, I was simply stating a fact.” 

They kept at their squabbling for a while, the four of them sniping back and forth with no real venom until they grew bored of it. Jughead was just happy that the attention was finally off of him and his girlfriend. His hand crept higher, pressing her tighter to him as it came to rest fully on her ribcage, the other played with the band of her slip, fingers fluttering against the soft skin there.

Leaning up, Betty’s mouth landed at the juncture of his neck and ear. “You ready?”

The heat of Betty’s breath juxtaposed with the cool October air left trails of goosebumps down his already exposed skin. “Yes,” his voice had taken on a gravel-like lilt as the hand at her hip squeezed tightly. 

“Then let’s split, my creature of the night. I wanna be dirty.”

“Hot patootie, bless my soul,” he loved how it felt when she laughed pressed up against him. “Now tell our friends goodbye so I can take you home and remind you how good girls behave.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he had turned them down the sidewalk and toward the subway station. It wouldn’t be long now before they got a taste of just how much pelvic thrusts could drive you insane. However, if that was insanity, Jughead Jones wanted no part of being sane. 

[nerdybibeans]

The second chances

Dr nefarious / Oc 

mini fic

@weeksofratchetandclank

My eyes closed tightly as the bright overhead light was turned on, I couldn’t remember tell you how I ended up there,

Once my eyes adjusted I could see a small robotic man, with soft yellow eyes who sat on the opposite side of the table,” now miss t’shreen as you are aware you’re currently under arrest for collusion, causing severe injury to a galactic Ranger, conspiracy and harboring a fugitive,and the unlawful destruction of planets,”

I nodded my pink eyes looking back into his as I said,” and you are aware that I already told you, I don’t know where he is...”

The man placed his hand down in the table,” you know I don’t believe that, now your going to tell me the whole story this time,”

I snarled a bit leaning closer to him, though I Was held back by the cuffs securely placed around my wrists,” and why should I do that again?,”

The man eyes narrowed on me,” because if you cooperate I will consider not having that you put on Death row,”

Reluctantly I felt back into my seat and sighed,” fine.....”

I looked down for a moment before looking at the small black window, as the memories all start to come back to me,

I had just started as the medic for the galactic ranger, I was to put it at the very least over the moon, though the first week and a half was absolutely terrible, filled with me horribly embarrassing myself, I to say the very less was a bit to tall to always fit into some of the doorway,

And would myself often cracking my head open, but even with that I did manage to make at least one friend in the group, a woman named Elaris, she was assistance weapons designer,

She herself was kind of considered to be a rookie as well, though she had been there close to 3 years, we would Open find ourselves completely lost in our own conversation,

Especially since we shared a Office space, though Qwark had assured us it was temporary,

Though I spent most of my time there, I had still not be able to connect with the other person who worked in there with us,

Though Elaris assured me he was nice, sometimes, he was the Head weapons and according to Elaris he had been working then for at least a decade,

He name was Dr. Steven Nefarious, he was a bit strange to say the less, he would give me judgemental glares every now and again, while mumbling something about budget cuts,

Though he and Elaris seemed to get along just fine, no matter how hard I tried he more or less refuse to acknowledge my existence,

And it stayed that way for the first month I worked there, but one day that thankfully changed,

Elaris and Cora had been sent out on a mission, so the headquarters was a bit quiet though I knew it would stay that way,

Even though I tried my best to get along with everyone, I was usually ostracized but Qwark and Brax, though it didn’t really bother me I had grabbed a few snacks from the cafeteria, planing to mostly hide in the Office and binge watch the new season of my favorite show,

Lance and Janet,

Though I knew it wouldn’t be completely alone in there, at least nefarious wouldn’t say anything about me slacking off, once I had gotten more then enough snacks to last me throughout the day, I quickly started down the halls trying to avoid detection,

Which it’s not easily accomplished, I am 10’9 with dark ebony skin, and long Blue hair which I had kept braided to keep it in a Bun, i am a bit more...um heavyset I guess you would say,

So essentially I stick out anywhere,

I Had finally made it down to the office which was on the 6th lowest floor, which made the entire wing horribly cold,

I sighed a bit as I turned the corner, I was a bit upset that Elaris wasn’t here to watch it with me, she absolutely hated the show and would criticize the entire time she would watch it with me, it was still fun to hear her laugh about how overdramatic and cheesy it was,

I had gotten to the door to the Office, and without even thinking I opened the Door,

The first thing I saw was Nefarious, he was at his ‘desk, as usual in reality was just a chair and a small table set up close to the main Computer,

Which doubled as both our lunch table and Elaris gaming setup,

He jumped and with Lightning speed turned off the computer, he looked over to me a bit wide eyes and noticeably uncomfortable,” what are you doing In here??!!,” he asked

I smiled nervously and said as politely as I could,” u-um well I do work here heh..”

He snarled and with a huff leaned back into his chair,” I thought I would have the broom closet to myself...”

I sighed my anxiety starting to shoot up as I walked in,” well Qwark didn’t thing Elaris and Cora needed me,”

He rolled his eyes as he turned to face me for a moment, on his closer inspection he noticed my snack and raised his eyebrow as he asked,” are you preparing for winter?,”

My cheeks turn dark purple as I rolled my shoulders down,” n-no! I just didn’t want to go back up to caffeine while watching my show”

He crossed his arm and asked,” are you serious,”

I nodded sheepishly, before rushing over to my side of the Office, really it was more of a wall but I still did my best to keep it nice, I did manage to fit all my medical equipment into a single table,

I quickly got my set up ready, periodically looking over to nefarious who seemed to be muttering to himself,

I sighed a bit feeling a bit guilty for intruding, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was watching before I had arrived,

But I didn’t really want to think about it to much, once I had finally balanced my small tablet on a box of band-Aid,

I quickly turned it over to my mildly illegal streaming service, and started the first episode,

My eyes lit up Watching the intro, but i only got about 50 second into before nefarious voice popped back,” wait? I haven’t heard this episode before”

I grumble and paused it before turning back to him and asked,” what do you mean?,”

His sighed as his face turn a bit red,” I have seen every episode of Lance and Janet and I haven’t even heard that line before,”

I was a bit shocked at first, but at the same time kinda happy,” oh well this is the new season!,”

He looked at me with a bit of shock before he stood up, and walked over to my Area,” that’s impossible, that does Drop in Solana for 5 more months,”

With a tiny smirk on my face I moved over showing him my tablet,” well it is over Polaris! It actually just come out,”

He peeked over my shoulder still not fully believing me, he looked very shocked for a moment and for a very brief second I thought I saw him smile,

But he quickly stood tall once again and said,” err...well then...would you mind if I watched a few moments with you...”

I couldn’t believe my ears for a second, but I quickly nodded,” sure! Just pull your chair over!!!,”

My excitement seem to frighten him for a moment, but he pulled his chair over and four about 8 hours and roughly 20 snacks later Elaris walked it,

Having no idea what was happening she raised her eyebrows In shock as she asked,” what is happening?,”

Nefarious looks over to her before pushing up his glasses,” well...I have decided that the rookie and I have similar taste in shows,”

She looked towards me and said,” OH GOD! I forgot you liked that soap Opera!,”

Nefarious seemed very offended as he said,” it is not a soap opera!!! You just can see how enjoyable it is!,”

Elaris smirked,” yeah if your a 49 year House wife’s!,”

I giggled and crossed my arms and looked over to her and said,” I mean...do I look like a housewife??,”

They both looked over to me, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious, nefarious shook his hand a bit and said,” I mean....you know let me get back to you on that,”

My face turned dark purple and I sat there quietly as I listened to both Elaris and nefarious fight,

And that’s where our story started off...