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liquid-luck-00 · 5 years ago

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Overprotection

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 5: Overprotection

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About a week before her term began again,

Bruce pulled Mari into his office. After her telling them about the situation in Paris and him and Tim looking into it he was worried.

Seriously he found out the two heroes had contacted the Justice League but Lantern, Hal, had laughed at them stating it was a joke. After that they sent another video stating that all heroes affiliated with the Justice League, its members, their sidekicks, and even anyone that the above has worked with were banned from setting foot in Paris. Or else they would be treated as criminals. After that information was scarce. So he was rightfully worried about sending his daughter to a country he could do nothing in as a hero.

"Mari, your break is ending and I wanted to ask, do you want to go back to Paris to finish the term?" he waited for her answer watching her reaction.

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Do I want to go back to Paris? Yes, no, maybe. She was confused and rightfully so. "Who wants to go back to a place to be held emotionally captive."

"So is that a no?" Bruce asked, making her realize she said that out loud.

"Well I... I want to stay in Paris it's my home, but this is my home too. I, I, I can't leave my... friends" she hoped she was convincing but even she knew she wasn't. Hell she stumbled on the word friends, yes she will miss her best friends but Chloe, Kagami, and Luka always call. They've been calling her once a day minimum, excluding patrols and fights, luckily no one has dropped in on their conversations or else... well she didn't know what her family would do with that information .

"Mari" Bruce was on her level, when did he get there, "Is something other than the akuma attacks bothering you?" This was the first time since arriving at the manor that she heard him speak that softly.

"N..." she bit her lip and closed her eyes making firm her resolve. "Yes there is something else"

"I'm here to listen. Even if you want to go back you still have your family behind you."

"Well there is a girl in my class who turned everyone and I mean everyone but one person in the class against me" she looked at him and she saw the same pensive expression when she was figuring out a lucky charm. "she lies with every breath and..." she started to cry.

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As soon as she started to cry he hugged her. everyone who knows him knows he is not the person to go to with feelings, that would be

Dick, but here he is.

"You don't have to go back you can go to Gotham Academy with Damian. You never have to see them again." he whispered, but she shook her head against him.

"I have to go back" she whispered barely audibly. A frown began to appear on his features. All he wanted was to keep her safe but she refused everytime.

"Then Damian is going with you" he began, but he really should have seen her facial reaction. She had stiffened in his embrace, he thought it was because she would now have an ally so he had continued his rambling. "Damian has the most reign on his emotional state. Jason's not the most stable emotionally so that's out. Tim is helping run WE, but maybe I could get him into the Paris branch so you both have someone else to lean on. Dick is busy with his daughter not to mention the station so no. Cass..."

"NO!!!" Mari yelled pushing out of his arms, and

he was shocked and hurt and it must have shown. "Sorry, but no" her tone was firm, much

firmer than he had ever heard before.

"Why?"

She huffed before seeming to come to a conclusion "The Bats aren't allowed in Paris" she spoke quietly and then everything went silent and his brain functioning stopped.

When he was finally able to speak again, but still not think straight asked "Can you repeat that I don't think I heard you correctly."

She seemed to speak slowly and delibertly" The Bats are not allowed in Paris."

the had heard correctly but "How did you find out?" now he was concerned if she figured it out could others, they had always been careful about their identities. Steering clear of the topic with her.

"It was a few things, one the manor is much too quiet at night, two the thin excuses and sudden disappearances were all too familiar, and three Tikki."

Too quiet at night fine, can't do anything about that. Thin excuses and sudden disappearances, okay we can work on that.

"What is a Tikki?" He looked at her as if to elaborate but she remained silent as it waiting for him, oh, oh, "familiar, you're Ladybug" he looked at her and she gave him a knowing smirk. If he were Jason he would have cursed. Well that explains things. "Mini let us help you please" he watched her she passed through so many emotions fear, hesitance, regret, and ended on worry.

"I don't want to need to fight you Dad, I don't want to need to fight any of you." she was on the verge of tears.

"let us protect you, Mini, let us help."

"But"

"You're a Bat whether you like it or not and Bats stick together"

"How are we going to put an end to Hawkmoth"

"Do those butterflies show up on camera"

"Not until they are about to corrupt someone"

"That's out, how about..." the two stratigiod until Alfred said lunch was soon ready. "You know you never told me what a Tikki was and that was your third reason." she giggled.

"Come out Tikki. Dad this is Tikki the Kwamii of creation. She is the reason I can transform into Ladybug."

"Hello there Tikki. So how is it you were able to figure out our family's secret" he gave the little creature a small smile.

Tikki giggled and said in a chirpy voice "It's easy when you can phase through solid objects and end up in a cave with extremely recognizeable suits in it."

"Wait if you were in the cave why didn't the cameras catch anything?"

At this Mari held up her phone with the camera pointed it at Tikki and nothing was on the screen.

"How?"

"Kwamii and technology don't exactly mix. That's why you guys could look at a photo of me next to Ladybug and never realize we are the same person. That is until now since you have been told."

"Let's head over for lunch before chaos breaks loose and the boys come looking for us"

"Okay, wait! How are we going to tell everyone?"

"I might have an idea" Tikki's eyes shone with mischief.

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Plagg may be the Kwamii of chaos but never, and I mean never get on the bad side of creation.

The plan was simple in the middle of the meal Tikki would phase out of Mari's pocket, under the table and then through it. Specifically next to Damian. Tikki was determined to get some sort of reaction from him.

She succeeded.

He was going to get his cap when she popped out. He jumped throwing his water all over him and falling backwards still on his chair.

No matter what happened Mari and Bruce were not supposed to react. Granted Mari recorded the whole thing. One thing she learned about the boys, have blackmail material it may end up saving you.

Damian, Dick, and Jason freaked out there was a lot, but I mean a lot of yelling.

Tikki had flown over and sat at the table between Marinette and Bruce where a plate of cookies were waiting for her.

Dick was the first to snap out of the trance of screaming, "Why is there a bug-mouse eating cookies on the table?" he still yelled and that was when Mari and Bruce looked up at them.

Damian was staring daggers at her reaching under the table, probably to get the katana hidden underneath, but he won't find it. Ah he figured out it was missing and is now, ohh he is pouting he really is a little kitten.

Tim, Dick, and Jason were staring yes, but they were staring at Mari and Bruce for an

explination.

"He is definately your brother little bug" she giggled still munching on a cookie.

"Really why is that Tikki?" Bruce had gone back to eating sparing a glance at Tikki.

"I called her a bug-mouse when I first met her too." Mari stated also going back to her meal.

Now all four boys were pouting. This continued until the meal was almost finished.

"sigh, I guess were going to have to tell them directly, non" Mari said over dramatically getting the boy's attention.

"That seems like the case" Bruce answered with a frown trying to cover the amusement in his voice. "In a family of the world's best detectives and they still can't figure it out with everything in front of them." Mari was begining to laugh.

"Perhaps it should have been in another location" Bruce responded.

"I still stand that transporting them to Paris would have been too much" Tikki replied to the conversation.

"The cave would have been overkill, but I still think their reactions would have been

just as funny" Mari countered. This got everyone's attention.

"Cave,what cave there's no cave" Jason surprisingly tried to do damage control.

"What do you mean by transporting to Paris"

Tim had asked looking between the three suspiciously. Then finally both Damian and Dick shared a look then looked at Mari and her and shouted "Ladybug!"

"Took you guys long enough" Mari smiled, Bruce was on the verge of laughter.

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They then explained further the situation in Paris and in the end the boys seemed ready to fight the class as well as Hawkmoth for their little sister.

Damian and Tim would be joining her in Paris. Tim at WE Paris and Damian at her school and hopefully her class as well but there is still a week before she has to see those harpies she calls classmates.

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flaminpumpkin · 4 years ago

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Happy birthday, Jordan

It wasn’t even 4am when Hal woke up to the gentle green glow of his ring announcing a new message from the Corps. They really couldn’t leave him alone, even on his birthday now, could they?

He had half a mind to pretend not to notice and go back to sleep. His last mission had been short but exhausting, leaving him completely drained. His dark circles had dark circles at this point, even though he had slept basically all day the day before, waking up only to go to the bathroom and eat half an apple and a toast.

Unfortunately for him – and fortunately for the Corps – Hal Jordan was a devoted man and an Honor Lantern so he kind of had to.

With a loud groan, he straightened a bit so he could prop his chin in his hand, not moving from his position on the bed where he was sprawled on his stomach, pillow still half under him. He had been Earth-side for barely two days, if they were expecting from him to look decent, they could fuck right off.

But when he ordered his ring to open the message, he was greeted by a short and simple: Happy birthday, Hal! Just this. It made him smile (and also breathe a bit more easily, he really didn’t want to go back to space this quickly.)

Then his ring pinged again and there was a little hologram of his fellow Green Lanterns. He could see Kilowog and Tomar, Jess and Simon. John and Kyle, the younger man grinning like a five year old as he held a notepad with a caricature of Hal drawn on it and come on Kyle, my head is not that big. There was also Guy. Who was… Hal sighed, shaking his head. Guy was harboring a shit eating grin while flipping him off. Typical.

Before going back to sleep, he sent back a simple thank you note to all of them and then, for good measure, he sent another one to Guy with a hologram of himself flipping the bird.

He swore he could hear him laugh all the way to earth. That asshole.

* * *

The second time he woke up, around three o’clock in the afternoon, Hal felt a lot less like a zombie. He probably still had a few hours of sleep to catch up on but it was nothing he couldn’t survive without. He had to be up in a couple of hours for monitor duty anyway, so might as well wake up a bit earlier and enjoy some peace before going back to work.

There was a little cardboard box on his kitchen counter when he emerged from the shower, with a fancy little ribbon and a card. He didn’t even need to open the card to know who it was.

Firstly, because Carol was the only one, with Barry, who had a spare key to his apartment in case he had an emergency call from the Corps and, secondly, because it just had her name written all over it. He recognized the design on the box being from that fancy French bakery close to her apartment and knew that when he would open it, he’d find a generous slice of their famous lemon meringue pie.

He ate it in silence with some coffee, responding to the different birthday wishes he had received. Some were from Tom and a bunch of coworkers. There were also several audio messages from his nephew and niece trying to figure out how to work around the feature until their parents probably had had enough and had decided to take family photos instead. Six in total, all of them blurry. But at least Hal could somehow guess what was written on the sign his niece was holding. It made him laugh and he decided to call his brother, just to tease him.

They ended up talking for a while. It felt good, this small bit of normalcy.

* * *

Hal was on his way for the monitor room, two cups of coffee in hands, when he heard someone call his name. Ah. He had hoped no one would catch him before monitor duty. He was already on the brink of running late and god knew Batman disliked lateness. But hey, after all it was his birthday.

“Hal! Hang on!”

He turned around just when Clark arrived at his level. The other man was smiling widely at him, holding a small plate with a cupcake on it in his big hands and looking like an oversized golden retriever puppy.

“Lois made enough cupcakes for an army because she was bored at home yesterday – I’m starting to think that forced leave really wasn’t our boss’ greatest idea but anyway. She told me to bring it here for everyone,” he said before Hal could even ask anything. “There’s a whole plate in the lounge but with Barry around I thought I’d give you one for your birthday before he wolfs them down.”

He snorted at that because, honestly, that was fair. Because of his powers, Barry was basically a walking stomach and everybody knew he had a giant sweet tooth.

“Thanks, Clark.”

“You’re welcome. And happy birthday!” he said, floating away.

Hal had given up on trying to balance the plate and his two cups in his hands, using a construct instead, when Dinah pounced on him, quickly followed by Oliver and Barry. She was the first one to hug him, kissing his cheek gently.

“Happy birthday, hot stuff.”

“Thanks, Di.”

“Hal, my man! Happy birthday!” Oliver shouted before squishing Hal’s cheek between two big, callous hands, not even waiting for Dinah to be out of his arms.

In retrospect, he should have expected it – it was Oliver after all, the guy didn’t know what “inhibition” meant – but, he couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide as saucers as the blond placed a resounding kiss right on his lips.

“So? How’s that for a birthday present?” he asked, smug, earning himself an eye roll from both Barry and Dinah.

“That was my present?”

“Yes. Wonderful isn’t?”

“Truly. I’m delighted. Such a generous present.”

“I’m a generous man.”

“So charitable.”

All eyes turned on Barry.

“Was that sarcasm, Bear?”

The speedster fixed Oliver with a blank stare. He looked even more exasperated than usual, which made Hal snicker. People assumed way too often that Barry was a goody two shoes but Hal had witnessed firsthand how quick witted he really was. “A snarky little shit” Oliver had called him once. And he was right.

“Happy birthday, Harold,” Barry said after a few seconds of silent judgement, opening his arms to embrace Hal.

He returned the hug good heartedly.

“Bear, you can’t wish me happy birthday and then call me Harold. That’s not legal, buddy.”

“Just say thank you.”

Hal simply squeezed him one last time before letting him go, winking at the group as he started to walk down the corridor again.

“Gotta go. Don’t want Bats to be mad at me on my birthday.”

“Like that would bother you!”

“Well yes, actually,” he almost said but he didn’t want to spend the next thirty minutes explaining to Oliver why so he pretended he hadn’t heard.

Truth was, Hal and Bruce were friends. Good friends, even. Recently, the pilot had even caught himself hoping for them to become more than that. They still had disagreements of course, they were both stubborn but they were past that now. Most of the time, it felt more like some weird kind of aggressive flirting than a real fight.

Hal enjoyed the other man’s company, especially now that he was comfortable enough with him to talk about more personal matters, like his family and boy did Bruce had things to say about the weird little clique that was his family. The fond look on his face just made it all the more worth it.

He cherished those hours spent together on the Watchtower, sometimes wishing they could do this outside of their hero work. Maybe he could pretend to need help on the Javelin’s new update to see him. She needed one and the only other person who knew her as well as Hal did was Bruce. He could buy him dinner too.

Sounds like a plan, he thought, entering the monitor room.

Bruce was already there, of course. His cowl was pulled back like every time when they were paired up, his hair looking ridiculously good even mussed. The man was always so effortlessly pretty, it was revolting.

“You’re late, Jordan.”

He didn’t even glance in Hal’s direction but it wasn’t like he needed to check that it was him.

“Better late than never, Spooks.”

That earned him a huff and then he saw Bruce slide a cup of coffee towards him on the desk.

Oh.

“It’s probably cold now.”

Lukewarm was probably more accurate – Hal wasn’t that late. But he refrained from mentioning it to the other man, instead grabbing the two still steaming cups from his tray construct and handing his to Bruce.

“I thought about preparing some too, so lucky us, I guess.”

He smirked at the Bat, oddly proud when Bruce smiled back, even just slightly.

“Miss Lane’s?” Bruce asked, nodding in direction of his construct while taking a sip of his coffee.

Hal looked back at the still floating, green glowing tray and reached out to retrieve the plate Clark had given him.

“Yep. Wanna share? It was your birthday yesterday after all. And happy belated birthday. By the way.”

It wasn’t lost on Hal that he had completely forgotten to even text him for his birthday but, like he had said, better late than never. He knew it probably hadn’t bothered Bruce, maybe hadn’t even registered with him that Hal hadn’t said anything but it sure did bother the pilot that he had forgotten. Bruce smiled again anyway, something small and secretive. Something just for him to see. Hal could feel an unusual blush creep up his cheeks.

“No, thank you,” Bruce said, turning back towards the screens in front of them, the cup Hal had given him cradled in his gauntleted hands. “Clark actually flew all the way to Gotham yesterday to bring us some. I left it for the kids. Too sweet.”

Hal had to laugh at that.

“Says the guy who takes his coffee with a metric ass load of sugar and cream in it.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

Bruce side-eyed him, half hiding a smirk behind the rim of his cup and Hal laughed again.

They focused on the monitors after that, a companionable silence between them, and Hal regretted not sleeping those two extra hours earlier. He could feel the bone deep tiredness take over him after a mere half an hour, his body sagging in his chair and relaxing into it despite his best efforts to stay alert.

He was nodding off, barely even conscious anymore, when he felt Bruce take his cup from his lax fingers.

“Idiot,” he heard him whisper and Hal wanted to retort something but he was too far gone to even form a coherent thought at this point.

Then he felt fingers graze his forehead, brushing away wild strands of hair, followed by a pair of slightly chapped lips pressing there. He automatically leaned into the gentle touch, sighing long and deep. The lips stayed there a second longer, lingering and warming up his skin, his whole body.

Hal wanted to wake up, to say something cheeky or, even better, just kiss Bruce. Properly. On the lips. Like he had been longing to do. But all he managed was a weak little whine as he turned his head towards the other man.

“Happy birthday, Jordan,” was the last thing he heard before drifting off completely.

(A few seconds later. Training room. Watchtower.

“Hey, Ollie?”

“What is it, Barry?”

“I think I just saw Bruce kiss Hal.”

“WHAT?!”)

#happy birthday Hal!#batlantern #hal jordan #green lantern #clemwrites

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cherryliqueurkinks · 4 years ago

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˗ˏˋ betty smut ideas: canon-inspired edition ˎˊ˗

please note: there are many DUBCON/NONCON elements in the list below! proceed with caution if you are sensitive to those kinks or similarly hard kinks.

A little while ago, I did a Betty-centric exchange with @kagszzy and @riverdaledreaming where we took a canon subplot or scene and put a smutty spin on it! I shared a list of ideas with them that I’ve been adding to throughout the seasons and I realized I should’ve shared this with everyone else a long time ago, because it’s not as if I could possible get to everything on here! So if you’re a Betty-lover like us and need some kinky ideas to play with, I hope these inspire some new smut!

season one

the game of spin-the-bottle at Cheryl’s party is a kinky one and the bottle lands on Betty instead of Veronica

Betty and Cheryl hang out in Betty’s room and Betty asks Cheryl to teach her how to be good with guys

Betty actually wants to be a bad girl when she approaches Chuck and they fuck (or, alternatively, he knows Betty is trying to play him and drugs her instead)

Betty gets carried away in her “Dark Betty” persona with Chuck and they end up fucking in the hot tub

Betty fucks one of the workers or guards at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy to let her see Polly without alerting Alice as instructed (maybe as a one-time deal or as a regular thing for Betty to continue to see Polly)

Betty asks FP to use his Serpent connections to find a safe place for Polly to stay escaping from The Sisters of Quiet Mercy, and her fucks Betty as form of “payment” for his help

Betty goes to the trailer alone to ask FP about Jason’s death and FP fucks her in exchange for answer (or alternatively, as “punishment” for being nosy or as a way to distract her from continuing to interrogate him)

Betty convinces FP to help her with Jughead’s birthday party

FP “comforts” Betty after her fight with Jughead at his birthday party

Betty goes to the trailer after Jughead ran off from homecoming to talk to him but finds FP there instead (maybe he takes advantage of her being distraught about Jughead, or alternatively, of her being angry that Jughead ran off)

season two

Betty agrees to be in someone’s service in exchange for their help in saving Pop’s from closing after Fred’s shooting (maybe an original character, or she meets Hiram Lodge before she knows he’s Veronica’s father)

Betty bribes the Greendale police to learn details on Ms. Grundy’s death to see if her shooter could also be Fred’s shooter

Betty catches one of the drug deals discreetly being run by the Serpents during Retro Night at Pop’s and confronts them

The Black Hood visits Betty in person rather than calls her and says that he’ll stop killing as long as she keeps fucking him (maybe he also makes her wear sex toys to control her during the day)

The Black Hood kidnaps Betty when he lures her to the isolated house near Fox Forest to put on his mask

Archie and Jughead aren’t in the Ghoulies den when Veronica and Betty sneak in and the Ghoulies have their fun with them

Betty joins Veronica when she sleeps over at Kevin’s house and is the one caught snooping by Sheriff Keller

Sheriff Keller catches Betty sneaking into his home and searching his office and decides to punish her himself rather than calling her parents

Sheriff Keller catches Betty and Veronica following him to the Shady Palm Motel and they learn that his secret is far more perverse than simply having an affair

Betty visits FP at the trailer after his release from prison to check on him and it leads to him fucking her for hours to release his sexual frustration

Betty convinces Toni to let her practice her Serpent Dance before FP’s party and some Serpents are at the bar to watch (maybe even also FP)

Betty stays at FP’s party after Jughead breaks up with her and the Serpents decide to “cheer her up” now that she’s officially one of them

Betty goes to Pickens Park alone instead of with Archie and The Black Hood fucks her (or alternatively, he makes Archie watch as punishment to “cleanse him of his sins” instead of being killed)

One of the clients at Chic’s hostel mistakes her as another “fantasy fulfiller” and drags her into one of the rooms to have his way with her

Betty becomes a camgirl

Hiram fucks Betty in revenge for letting Jughead publish an article shaming him in The Blue and Gold (or as a “warning” for her not to let it happen again)

Tall Boy kidnaps Betty and videos him fucking her as blackmail to drive Jughead and FP out of the Serpents so he could be in charge

Betty fucks Hiram in exchange for him buying the trailer park to prevent the Southside from getting evicted

FP secretly fucks Betty when she’s living at the trailer to avoid Chic (maybe he offers it as “distraction” from her troubles at home, or maybe she wants to “thank” him for letting her stay there)

Betty tries to convince Sweet Pea and Fangs to trust her so Jughead gets the Serpent vote for student body president

season three

Fred wants to give Betty an extra special thank you for giving up her summer to help Mary prepare for Archie’s trial (or alternatively, as a thank you for her fulfilling her promise to Archie to keep Fred company after Archie goes to juvie)

Dr. Glass decides to try some radical methods on Betty during their therapy sessions to get her to open up (or Dr. Glass can be substituted by Fred or FP being asked by Alice to help Betty deal with her trauma)

Jughead asks Sweet Pea (or Fangs, or both of them) to “distract” Betty from their mission to rescue Hot Dog from the Ghoulies

Tom Keller figures out that Betty is investigating Gryphons & Gargoyles and takes matters into his own to convince Betty to stop

Betty is tasked with distracting the guards when the gang breaks Archie out of juvie

Sheriff Minetta takes drastic measures during his interrogation with Betty to get her to admit that she helped break Archie out of juvie

Hiram agrees to help Betty escape The Sisters of Quiet Mercy in exchange for being in his care instead

Hiram takes advantage of Betty while she’s high off of fizzle rocks at The Sisters of Quiet Mercy

Fangs (maybe with Sweet Pea and other Serpents) take their anger over Jughead’s “no crime” ruling out on Betty (or alternatively, they corner Betty without Jughead knowing and force her to convince him to change his mind)

Hiram takes advantage of Betty feeling angry and helpless after Alice “donates” all of Betty’s money to The Farm and he offers to provide for her in exchange for her service

Betty tries to see Hal in prison so he can prove that Alice forged his signature but the only way she can see him is through a conjugal visit

Betty takes the Jones’s offer for Betty to still live with them after they buy the house from Alice and FP takes advantage of the new arrangement

or alternatively, Hiram takes advantage of the fact that Betty is staying with them after Alice sells the house

Betty gives FP an extra special present for his 50th birthday party after everyone else has left

Edgar takes drastic measures to convince Betty to join The Farm

Betty asks Hiram to honor Hal’s request to be transferred to his prison and Hiram agrees to do it in exchange for “a favor”

season four

Betty and Charles are a lot closer than they let Jughead believe considering how much time they spend alone in the FBI office together

Betty helps out at the car wash to fundraise the gym renovations and one of the customers gets handsy with her while everyone else is on a break

FP and Betty find themselves alone together in their house more often than not and they take advantage of it (maybe Charles is also involved because Betty is trying to make a connection with her half-brother)

Charles wants to comfort Betty after being terrorized with prank phone calls by Polly on Halloween and they get carried away

Charles takes advantage of Betty’s vulnerability over having the serial killer gene and offers to help her control her darkness

Jughead is distracted with writing for a few hours during Betty’s visit to Stonewall and Bret takes advantage of it (maybe with Donna)

Betty tries to seduce and drug Bret like she did Chuck to get Bret to admit to Stonewall jumping Munroe

Betty is kidnapped by the Quill and Skull as part of an initiation or hazing ritual for Jughead as a new member

Mr. Honey is skeptical about Betty wanting to participate in the quiz show so Betty goes to extreme lengths to get his approval (or alternatively, Mr. Honey punishes Betty for cheating on the quiz show)

FP questions Betty alone about having Jughead’s phone after he’s gone missing and decides to try another means to get the truth out of her

Sweet Pea is the one hooking up with Betty in the bunker when Donna follows Betty into the forest and she stays to get proof that they’re only faking (or alternatively, it’s Reggie)

#prompt #prompt list #betty cooper smut #riverdale smut

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 4 years ago

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If Bombshells ever returned, maybe to explore the aftereffects of the war. Here are some superheroines and supervillainesses that could join the fight into the new era. The Cold War.

Jesse Quick; Jesse would totally join the families providing their homes to the displaced Jews of Europe while at the same time protecting her city from all sorts of crime. But her storyline might come with learning that in her need to help everyone and solving everyone's problems since she has the technology and the privlege, well... kinda appears as a white savior. At least to Lisa Snart which brings me to...

Golden Glider: Well I think we can all guess that Lisa has a Jewish-like last name and while her big bro, Captain Cold, Leonard was working with the Nazis, I am so arguing that he was just conveinately converting in order to save his skin and his sister's. Anyway with her brother in jail and Europe in shambles after the war, Lisa can travel to America with other displaced Jews. Some families were kind enough to "foster" these peoples which is where Jesse comes in. Well Lisa isn't the type to accept the "pity" and dislikes how priviliged a life, Jesse leads. Then comes a whole new yet classic Flash vs the Rogues rivalry.

Nyssa ah Gul: How can we forget another misplaced Jew. Well not Jew but Ra ah Gul's other daughter, Nyssa, whose entire adopted family died in the concentration camps while Ra was off whatevering with the Lazerus Pit. But since Ra's long gone from the picture, I suppose Nyssa will have to seek answers from Talia about why she didn't try to help her or contact her after finding out they were sisters.

Mya: Meanwhile after WWII, India is revving up for a revolution after being used and abused by the British Empire in a war they didn't even want to be in. And after being in the war, STILL treated like second class citizens. That's why Myra, prodigy of Shiva is up to lead a revolution for her people.

Gypsy: Let’s not forget about all the other groups that Nazis were prejudiced against. Cynthia Reynolds or "Gypsy" as the SS slurred against her and her Romanian family. But with Europe's landscape in disarray, Cynthia can use her earth-bending powers to help and educate people that she is more than the fortune telling, pick pocketing stereotype that the world believes.

Volcana: Now I know we didn't really get into Italy's part in WWII, but someone with volcano powers would totally be working in Italy, specifically Pompeii. The one issue is that, like in her origin story, she was working for Mussolini against her will and the Italian still wants their "super weapon" under lock and key in case of WWIII.

Thorn: Meanwhile the late 40s-early 50s is totally not a time to be woman with a mental illness. Especially when the "understanding" doctors try to lobtomize you. So Roselyn Forrest's double personality disorder is a big problem in her life. Especially since her second personality is a scythe weilding maniac and her uncle wants to put her in an institution. Added to the fact that she is still suffering under Irish discrimination. Hopefully the Batgirls can help, not only change child labor laws, but views on mental illness too. Giganta: A gorilla turned into a girl. Why shouldn't that be an experiment by the crazy Americans or Russians in a way to beat each other as the world superpower. Well technically the Russians wanted to send a gorilla into space and beat the Americans, but they thought a woman astronaut (or as they called cosmonaut) would make them look better. (All true look up Valentina , first woman in space). But besides being part of the space race, Giganta can bring spotlight to Africa where she was born, and which is being divided by the major world powers for exploitation.

Crimson Fox: Constance D' Amis, French heiress would be part of the small army of woman workers during the YALTA conferance trying to get their say into how to rebuild Europe for the benefit of all. Who knows, maybe she even talked to Selina Delgatti. Hey French heiresses and Italian heiresses must know each other. Plus she expels hormones that can make anyone under her thrall which leads me to...

Queen Bee: Another pheromone expelling woman. A villainess though. Africa wasn't the only one being exploited and colonized. The former Ottoman Empire was being exploited for its oil and Lebenon is taken over by the French (Basically ample reason for Constance to go to Lebenon and fight Queen Bee). And the former queen is certainly not above going to the Russians to fight the US/Europe to get her country back. Or just team up with Lex Luthor to take down Supergirl and get her country back. I just imagine Lex and --- to be like an evil Mr.Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet okay. All suave, witty banter. It makes sense in my head.

Catherine Colbert: A bit like Lois Lane, Catherine is an everygirl. Well if the everygirl was a daughter of an dimplomat and had her sights on making a name for herself in NASA and trying to avoid the pressures of mysgonistic men that woman aren't fit for government. Being told that she is too emotional and should stay in the kicthen, Catherine rebelled by becoming a stone faced, cutting ice queen in the diplomacy track and also a horrible cook. Artemis and Cheshire: I'm taking a bit from the YJ story in that Artemis and Cheshire are half-french, half-Vietnamese. Since their abusive father was loyal to the Nazis, he disowned them and cast off their Vietnamese mother in Japanese concentration camps. While Artemis made it to America and tried to stay on the good ol American democratic way (while fighting petty looters in the streets of Gotham as one does), Cheshire went to Vietnam where she works as an assasin, for the communists and the non-communists. It doesn't matter to her as long as she gets paid. But times are changing in Vietnam as the fights about communism between the North Vietnamese and South escalate.

Lady Blackhawk: Zinda Blake, hero of WWII and the Blackhawk brigade comes home to nothing. No money. No pension. No respect. Life as a veteran has no perks since no one has money to pay in Europe. Plus she'd still be trying to adjust to civilian life after nonstop combat and the inevitable PTSD while the Germany she loved is split into two. Hopefully Rudi and Helen will help to keep her in a safe place until she can get back on her feet. Miss Martian: While I don't know whose in Harley, Ivy and Viktoria's circus, I feel like Miss Martian would find a safe haven there. While she did not experience the WWII, she did experience a similar prejudice and genocide on Mars being a white martian so I bet she can help with reprations. Or just join Starfire on the fire squad...wait nevermind. Fire is Martian weakness. Well at least have her and Starfire being alien girlfriends exploring the strange Earth world together.

Rocket: Again, haven't had the joy of reading the final vol of Bombshells United so I don't know exactly what Bumblebee has been up to nor the racism she had probably experienced. But Raquel would be in a similar boat. An African American teen in an unjust pre-Civil Rights movement society with the added difficulties of teen mom hood. I really want some spotlight on her whether she joins the Batgirls or strike out on her own or helps Icon just like in the comics.

Mercy Graves: Alongside Lex wherever he is, I want a similar debut to what Mercy did in JL. Mercy takes over LexCorps during Luthor's absence, absolutely crushes it and makes it more of a success than Luthor ever did because she is not obsessed with the Kryptonian heroes. Maybe she even teams up with Waller? Who knows? Or even have two heads, Mercy Graves and Lena Luthor, making millions and making plans, evil or no, always ending on top.

Silver Banshee: A woman whose screams causes people to age. How they could NOT use her in a war, I do not know. But I picture Siobhan's arc going something like after her family dies in battle or something or other, she taps into her genetic banshee powers. Fueled with grief/cynicsm/vengeance she travels around the Iron Curtain, causing death since death is a mercy compared to living in destitute misery.

Plastique and Roxy Rocket: One is a Canadian explosives expert, another just really, really loves rockets. Both would be very useful on either side of the Cold War. They're traditionally illanesses so I could see them as double agents like Cheshire, working for whoever pays the most for their time.

Roulette: Roulette’s big thing is gambling on illegal cage fighting activities. Well lets up the ante by having her big gamble being stoking US/Russian tensions. After all the longer the war goes on, the more she gets paid for her information on the other side, her contacts for weapons, her spies etc. She'd be rolling in dough, and loving it even when under threat of nuclear destruction.

Fire and Ice: No idea how the heck they would fit in to a post WWII world. But let's suppose they want to escape Brazil and Antartica respectively to be able to help out in the aftermath after doing nothing during the war. Jessica Cruz and Aresia vs Star Sapphire Meanwhile with Hal Jordan out of the picture, let's have the infamous Green Lantern vs Star Sapphire rivalry again.

Lady Shiva: Street fighter, assassin, mother of the future Batwoman, Cassandra Cain. Lady Shiva must be part of the Cold War. She is bit of a anti-hero so I doubt anyone would know where her loyalties truly lie, but she'd be on the side of whoever her daughter wishes to protect.

Cassandra Cain: The new Black Bat, continue Katy Kane's work, and the Batgirl's work, and all the work that needs to be done after WWII. She's the new heroine.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Darkwing Duck: My Valentine Ghoul Review aka A Bad Episode Even by Valentine’s Day Episode Standards

Welcome back Darkwings of the Night. It’s time to go back to St. Canard for the very review that got me to finish up my look at the episodes that should’ve lead up to Just Us Justice Ducks and the episode itself last month. While I probably COULD have reviewed this one before finsihing that as continuity’s pretty loose here, I wanted to see Negaduck’s proper introduction first. So was it worth it?

Yeah while I was glad to get one of my retrospectives done and free up some room for other stuff, this episode..was an objective disapointment and might be even worse than “Brush with Oblivion”. If your curious to know why and aren’t already lobbing a harpoon at me for bashing an episode you liked, join me under the cut.

On PAPER this episode sounded really good. Negaduck trying to seduce Morgana back to crime and in general after Darkwing once again neglected her is not at all a bad premise and the in episode conflict of Darkwing’s obnoxious supscioson of his girlfriend being an ex con, COULD’VE been really interesting. But there’s a reason Could’ve was in all caps folks: This episode is not very well put together and it’s gender politics have aged like fine santa liquor left split in a bathtub surronded by toxic waste for 20 years, and tastes just as bad. Trust me I know. My colon still hasn’t recovered. So let’s get into WHY shall we?

So we open with a date in a graveyard with Darkwing and Morgana, unsuprisingly though Darkwing isn’t the fondest of their meal which... look like someone scrambled the Star-Spawn of Cthulu. He’s going to be pissed.. especially once I try some. Look i’m very curious and very hungry.

But things take a turn when Darkwing brings up diamonds, because he’s fully insensitive enough to bring them up in front of his girlfriend. She does take the truth in stride: he’s not proposing he’s simply hung up on a case of diamonds going missing, and no solution and thus might have to cut the date short. She offers to go with him but he shoots her down, saying the last time she helped she turned him into a rutabega.. instead of you know TRAINING her and helping her on her aim. Then the episode looses me.. and about how long into the episode are we exactly? Not taking the theme song into acount?

Yup. It takes around 2 minutes, with some change. for the episode to become absolutley terrible. But first off Morgana suddenly flies off the table claming he dosen’t trust her for being a former criminal and zaps him in vengance.. which is assualt. Cartoony assault sure but it still hurts and his reactoin is STILL pure feer as he’s turned into some kind of ball... I mean.. it’s not like he can’t fight crime like that. Some of the best have done it.

But still she goes to physical violence at the drop of a hat this episode and Darkwing seems more than a little afraid of that happening again. Just... wow. I thought, having finished the Legend of the Three Cablleros, i’d be done with writing so poor a character comes off as a domestic abuser, mental in that case phsyical here, but here we are. Now this is untetional so I don’t blame the writers as much.. but I still heft some blame on them for being SO bad at writing a woman that she can’t get angry without phsyically attacking her partner or grasping the implications there.

Oh and it gets worse. Yes, it somehow gets worse from “Morgana attacking darkwing for upsetting her”. Darkwing proves to be pretty vile himself, as when Morgana accuses him of not trusting her due to her criminal past.... he says “You know what they say once a crook always a crook. “

My.. fucking.. god.... the show is stacking unfortunate implications on top of itself like lego bricks. And yes attitudes towards prisoners were much worse back then, I get that. Dosen’t make it tolerable to HEAR someone spouting that bullshit, let alone our protaganist. And while it doesn’t make her right to shoot lighting at him, as she does after this or attack him before... it does mean he’s a massive, mentally abusive dick who refuses to trust his partner who reformed FOR HIM, just because she used to do crimes. It takes a special kind of bad writing to screw up so badly that two of your heroes are immensley unikeable in the span of minutes but they did. CONGRADULATIONS DUMBASS!

So yeah Morgana breaks up with him and he tries to go after her and Gosalyn, who was there the whole time with eek and squeak, decides she needs to get the two back together.

I mean at least Gosalyn MEANS well. As a result despite her helping them not being a good idea, she’s one of the most likeable characters in the episode. At least for now. The most likeable?

Yes. REALLY. Now granted he’s as much of a bastard as always; After seeing Morg’s tantrum he wants to seduce her back to evil to help with his diamond scheme, unsurprisingly he’s the one stealing them and his plan to do so.. is not all that bright as he fakes being good to get into her good graces.. forgetting that he’s going to need to show her he’s bad again for any of his plan to work, as during the climax i’ts revealed he’s using a candy company as a front for diamond smuggling. Now granted that.. is actually really clever as no one’s going to think to check a shipment of choclate boxes for diamonds unless their tipped off and he even mentions starting a candy company earlier, so that being his scheme dosen’t come out of left field and i’ts a clever misdirect that you’d THINK he was lying about the Candy Company. But while Negsy doesn’t’t escape the contagious case of stupidity everyone’s got this episode, he’s still entertaining as ever and Jim cummings manages to make saying “Well be the best of pals” pants crappingly terrifiying. So Negaduck is a delight as always even if his plan makes little sense, as his way of going about it is still clever: he fakes being good and both uses this to make darkwing jealous, thus making him seem irational, and to provide a shield and also forces himself on their valentine’s date. He even gets past Morgana rightfully beign supsicous by playing to her past. So yeah not the best plan OVERALL but damn if he still isn’t awesome. They visit a carnival, ah feels like home, though this one has a freak show where MORGANA feels like she’s home. After trying to fry Darkwing and making him look like the bad guy Negaduck manages to seperate the two in the tunnel of love then use darkwing’s own jackassery against him by claming he left saying once a crook always a crook. He hten.. comes on way too strong, first asking if she’s thought about going back to crime when they get back to her place and then isn’t resceptive when he just tries to fully turn on the charm. Oh and Darkwing walks in and thinks his gilrfriend is cheating despite her not returning Negaducks affections because he’s a douchebag. Gosalyn is in the house at the same time as after Negaducks earlier deception, Eek and Squeak flew her back to Morgana’s house to use the Necronomiduck, which talks like he just walked out of Beast’s house because of course he does, and gets a love potion.. which they accidently spray on Darkwing instead. So we do get one of the few GOOD parts of the episode where Darkwing acts all buddy buddy to negaduck and Negaduck even gets rid of him just by telling him to go jump off a cliff. And the combination of Drake acting all sachrine again, much like posiduck, and Negaduck’s clear annoyance and confusion is just comedy gold.

Sadly that ends and Drake returns and a fight breaks out with Morgana accidently freezing darkwing and when trying to freeze negaduck, he simpy reflects it back the obsconds with her ice cube.

While Gosalyn and co thaw her dad out, Negaduck explains the whole choclate scam and Morgana refuses and they fight, with Negaduck covering her in chocolate.. then darkwing when he shows up as you’d expect. Darkwing however has buzzsaw cufflinks, a wonderful 60′s batman type gag, and saves them both.. btu the love potion ends up on Gosalyn who covers her dad and possible step mom in frosting

Thankfully it wears off fast, and morgana gets the idea to put the love potion, which is air born into the gas gun, finally getting Darkwing to trust her and blasting Negaduck, then suckerpunching him when he gets close. Oh and despite her plan being VERY obvious , Darkwing STILL questions her flirting with the guy.

So the day is saved and we end with him questioning her order at dinner that night and her .. attacking him. And Gosalyng saying “Well you always hurt the ones you love”

Final Thoughts: .I do not like this episode. I do not like it on a moat, on a boat or with a goat or in any way shape or form even though that breaks the ryhme. Reviewing it only had me finding MORE problems with it. Morgana and Darkwing are so unsympathetic here, with her violence towards him making it seem like “Aw all couples are just the woman chasing the man around with the frying pan.. or lighting bolts in this case” even though that’s sexist as hell at BEST and makes light of domesdtic abuse towards men at worst. Darkwing gets off no better, being THAT kind of asshole who assumes just because someone used to be a criminal they always will be. Which even in pastiche makes no sense as I can name tons of superheroes, a who USED to be criminals or villians: Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch, Black Widow, Luke Cage (Before becoming a superhero), Scott Lang Ant-Man, Hal Jordan Green Lantern, Cassandra Cain, Simon Baz, Mach 10, Songbird, Quicksilver, Rogue, Wonder Man, and Emma Frost. And that’s not getting into the number of heroes, including many on this list, who went evil fo ra bit and came back from it.. some of whom are on this list. Usually his black and white insanity schick works but the episode does nothing to punish him for it and instead makes Morgana seem just as irrational by attacking him.

While this episode dosen’t use the love potion badly, thank god, with morgana even calling it a bad idea.. i’ts all I can give it outside of negaduck. The love potion and negaduck gags are both great.. but everything else is just so toxic and odious it makes it very hard to enjoy. And so.. this wins the DUBIOUS honor of being the worst Darkwing Duck episode i’ve seen so far. The plot’s weak, filled with horrible outdated ideas even by the time this was made, and no one is likeable, even Negaduck wears out his once he starts getting a bit too pushy with morgana. All in all a waste of potetial and a good episode. Until the next rainbow, this episode can step on a rusty railroad spike and get tetnus.

#darkwing duck #drake mallard #gosalyn mallard #morgana macawber #negaduck #jim staring #disney #disney plus #valentine's day #ducks

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Kyle was a eager team player without his team, no wonder he was so happy when he and Ganthet brought everyone back. The last thing anyone would call Kyle is a intentional lone wolf, he doesn’t even consider his relationship with his mum to be perfect but I do get the vibe he always come home, because Maura seems like the mum who always told Kyle his childhood home would always be his home and she never kick him out.

He might not have the best relationship with his mom but that underpinning of love he takes into each of his relationships. Like when he came and visted Hal in prison and told him he was being silly.

Wally getting up to bullshit when he was the flash and Barry just going “yes and? Excuse me my first born whom me and iris raised is PERFRCT.” Honestly you can’t tell me Barry wouldn’t be so sad he missed Wally and Linda’s wedding over all else and would have had a breakdown when they were having kids “Hal, my kid is having kids? What the FUCK!” / “you know your grandson from the future.” / “THAts different!”

Maura was that mom. It’s noted in you know one of those encyclopedias of the DCU things that she kept all his things the way it was and like all his comics and stuff. Kyle always has a home with Maura

And honestly, I find their relationship to be one of the most realistic ones in the DCU. Maura was a single mom who worked a lot. Everything she did was for her son. Kyle felt babied sometimes and he wanted some space. The fight and make-up. It feels like a real relationship. No great rift between them that couldn’t feasibly be closed and no perfect everything is sunshine and rainbows.

The 90s kids always felt more real to me. Now we’ve swung back to everyone being disconnected from us the viewers because they’re all dying and everyone is horrible and etc etc

Kyle even if he fights with you still loves you. He and Donna had vicious horrible fights where they both said terrible things to one another but Kyle loved her always. Kyle has no shortage of emotions his love for people doesn’t fade over time.

Barry would constantly be going over every picture of his family over and over again. He and Bart when they get to be together, Barry adores his grandson. He loves being a family so very much.

And Hal was always there for the family too and now that he’s back Jai, Irey, and Bart having the Green Lantern as their sort of Uncle would be very surreal for them.

Because Hal and Barry were these almost mystical beings. Barry an unachievable golden idea and Hal a warning. So to actually meet them as people and see that they aren’t what everyone thinks would be so cool.

Aww Hal coming back and realizing that Barry’s legacy was handled so well by Barry. And then meeting Wally’s kids and Bart would be so cute.

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a surprising adoption

DAY THREE: OMEGAVERSE | [ACCIDENTAL BABY ACQUISTION]

It all started with Hermes.

Of course, it did.

He was the god of thievery.

He was also considered the god of speed.

When his nephew, Kyle, started hanging around those mortal speedsters. He was intrigued. Diana, Donna, and Cassie tended to keep him away from their mortal friends.

He never met anyone that was as fast as he was. Even Apollo didn’t count since he tended to beat his friend on occasions.

Hermes was only the god of speed. These speedsters embodied speed. With a mischievous smile on his face, Hermes set off to pull of his greatest heist yet.

The person up next was Apollo and Hephaestus. They each took one looked at the redheaded archer that Jason was friends with, and both went: “Adoption time.”

It was awkward for both when they appeared outside of Roy’s workshop. They stared blankly at each other before both dived for the door. The two wrestled with Apollo coming out of top when Roy half asleep and more than a little paranoid had one of his exploding arrows pointed at their faces.

The stance. The detailing of the weaponry. The fierce look in his eyes. The half brothers shared a glance before nodding their heads.

With a slow smirk dancing on their faces, they reached for the mortal and disappeared from the earthly plane.

The next person to go was the man of willpower himself.

Ares had taken one look at Hal and just knew.

He kneeled with broken fists and knees. A part still untamed. He denied his truth self because he couldn’t stand to cause his friends pain. Ares decided to help him. This little mortal. This little child.

He understood where he was coming. Being the personification of war itself. He knew how hard it was to push down the urges. Maybe that’s why he always admired the little solider. From the second he saw him next Kyle.

It wasn’t his so-called willpower to overcome fear. It was his willpower to be better. He could see it in his eyes the need to cause destruction… the need to let all his grief and anger out being held back by a stubborn mindset and a sense of duty.

Ares knew rage. And he knew how deadly it could be when not properly managed. It had taken Kyle a while to learn how to use a weapon filled with an emotion he rarely gets to see.

The man of willpower was staring into nothing when Ares came for him. He could feel how the man reacted. The need to fight was strong.

He turned towards the god slowly with his ring beginning to glow. Ares smiled at him with all teeth before reaching out and taking him away.

After all, Ares wondered the same thing every day.

When will my war be done?

Kyle had just made it back to Earth when the Justice League called for a meeting. He was surprised to see Jason there. He knew that Jason was still considered public enemy number one. Yet, the other demigod had a blanket wrapped around him as Diana and Donna comforted him. Green Arrow was sitting beside them with his head in his hands and Dinah rubbing circles into his back.

He wasn’t the only one looking miserable or worried. Jay Garrick, Max Mercury, and Iris West-Allen were all sitting together. The woman was still crying. Not too far away from them Nightwing was sitting stock stilled. The emotions that Kyle was getting from him were filled with worry and confusion and pain. Wonder Girl and Superboy were huddled together around Red Robin as they all looked blankly around the room.

When he and the others stepped into the room, all eyes fluttered towards them. Dread filled Kyle when Diana and Donna’s face pinched. No. The last time the two of them looked so broken and closed to crying was when Jason died. Kyle couldn’t lose anyone else.

Donna walked towards him slowly wrapping him into her arms, “Oh Kyle.” He was already shaking his head. No. “Kyle, Hal’s missing.”

Hal? Hal who was basically his mortal dad. Hal who listened to him bitch and complain about his Olympian family and teased him relentlessly about the crush he had on Jason. Hal who was the reason that he was introduced to this group of highly weird people that he loved all the same. Hal who trained with him on using the rings and laughed when he used it the way his family taught him. Hal who told him that no matter what… never suppress his emotions. They are what make him.

Hal?

He could feel John and Guy right behind him. He could sense Jessica and Simon moving closer to their group. “No. No. No,”

Superman stood up from his chair, “And he’s not the only one. Flash, Kid Flash, and Impulse were taken earlier today around 2 o’clock. Witnesses claim that it was streak of silver greenish light that snatched them away. And thanks to the Red Hood and Starfire, we’ve learned that Arsenal has also turned up missing. Taken directly from his workshop. Whoever taken him was good enough to not set off any alarms, but still decided that force entry was the key. We’ve only just realized that Hal was missing due to trying to reach him when witnesses also state that a bright blood red light taken him.”

Kyle could almost throw up. Two of his friends and Hal?

“Does anyone have any leads,” stated Batman as he gazed around the room. Kyle could sense the worry the man held for his children’s emotional state, but he did his best to shove them away. Donna led Kyle over towards Diana and Jason. Cassie huddled closer towards her effectively moving Superboy and Red Robin closer to their pile also.

[Neither Jason nor Kyle would admit how could it always felt to be around other godlings. Especially during times like this.]

The meeting dragged on and on. Jason had long ago zoned out. He was vibrating with worry about Roy. It was enough that only Kori could hold on to him now for comfort. The power of the sun and light burning in his blood making his unnaturally cold skin give almost third-degree burns.

He zoned back in when Donna’s face appeared in his line of sight, “Come back to us, little sun. Diana suggested asking the gods for help. Roy and Hal are close to you and Kyle. Wally and Bart are Cassie and I’s best friends. Maybe they have seen something if not, we could always ask Apollyon what he knows of their future.”

Jason nodded his head slowly. If anything, he was perfectly fine with this plan. His best friend was missing. What he needed right now was a hug from his dad and maybe some of Aunt Demeter’s hot chocolate. Anything to distract him from whatever torture Roy could be going through right now. He chanced a glance at Kyle who was turning a little pale.

Ah, Jason forgot that being the wielder of a literal mood ring and the son of love was bad for Kyle when he was in an unfiltered setting. There were too many emotions for the other demigod right now.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Jason, Donna, and Kyle all stared blankly at the sight of five grown men dressed in onesies. Adult size onesies with typical baby slogans that you’d find in the toddler section of Walmart.

“Dad,” Jason stated. “What’s going on?”

The four gods looked up from arguing over a feeding schedule to stare at them. Hermes was the one to break out into a smile first flying over to the speedsters’ sides. “Look, you guys, it’s a speedy baby! 3 of them!”

The three of them could only stare. The three mortal speedsters looked simultaneously happy and miserable. [Though it leaned more towards happy since Uncle Hermes provided them with an all you can eat buffet.] Roy was bent over Hephaestus’ favorite workbench messing around with Apollo’s third favorite bow. [Only Jason could touch the second, and only Artemis could touch the first.] While the Speedsters may have looked slightly sad, Roy was downright ecstatic.

Hal was the only one to seem at true peace. Him and Ares were doing one of the war god’s meditation techniques. Kyle was sure that Hal’s ring was flickering white.

Hephaestus smiled slightly from where he was holding onto his anvil while Roy rattled on about the quality of Apollo’s bows. Apollo turned to look at the others, “We all had the same idea. A little surprise adoption goes a long way. Meet your cousins and half-brother.”

“Kidnapping,” Donna deadpanned. “You kidnapped them.”

Apollo rose a brow, “By human laws, they are much too old to be kids.”

“But you’re not human,” Kyle questioned. The god of plague turned his gaze onto the White Lantern and Kyle decided to be quiet. This was the same god who threatened to rip his urethra tube out with only a toothpick for not so accidently drawing Jason in nothing but a chlamys.

Donna nodded her head at Kyle’s words, “He’s right. You’re not humans. You’re gods. Deities who have lived for more than millennia. They are so young compared to you all that you really can’t even call them children.”

Hermes clapped his hands excitedly, “Exactly. Besides, your little mortal friends weren’t treating them with the respect they all deserve. So… we’re keeping them. Okay bye.”

The herald of the gods quickly flies away cackling. Jason took one glance at the floor surrounding the kidnapped mortals. There was no one Hermes was going to just let someone steal from him. He was the god of thieves. He did the stealing.

It wasn’t on the floor, but on their clothes instead. A rune that didn’t release any of them unless the god that took them allowed it.

Apollo smiled a little mockingly, “We have a council meeting to get to about the Amazons. Jason? Kyle? We leave them in your care.”

Donna choked on her laughter as she turned to Kyle and Jason, “Congratulations, it’s a boy.”

#jaykyleweek2020 #jaykyle #Jason Todd #Kyle Rayner #demigod au

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visceryl · 5 years ago

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HPHM D&D Club

Before getting into the prompt, I wanted to thank everyone who allowed me to use their characters! @hogwartsmysterystory @angrynar @one-very-angry-hufflepunk @ruby-and-opal-withers @aleksia-aries-hogwartsmystery @elefseija and @kathrynalicemc

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In the midst of a dim-lit stairwell, four cloaked figures teetered on their feet, heads constantly winding back over their shoulders to keep watch of any others who might be lurking. After a moment, the door to the Slytherin common room creaked open, a lithe figure curving around its frame before easing it shut again.

“It’s about damn time,” Ethren scolded in a hushed whisper.

“Are you kidding? You can’t rush perfection, Whitecross, you had me get the supplies. Sneaking them took time.”

Konn’s smile beamed from beneath his own cloak, pulling it back to reveal a small sack full of parchment, quills, and ink. His gaze glanced over the other three joining them. Skylar looming off to the side with his arms crossed over his chest, Daisy looking ready to bounce right out of her skin with excitement, and Hal who had his face pressed against the glass window hanging above the staircase.

The broad Hufflepuff blinked into the inky darkness of the water and jolted back, nearly tumbling down the steps, when something appeared to blink back. Hal quickly righted himself, a hand shooting up through his hair as he cleared his throat. “Sweet, let’s do this thing.”

A sigh ushered from Konn’s lips as he shook his head, stifling the beginnings of a smirk.

“Are the others waiting for us?”

“Hopefully. I told them to meet us right next to the clock tower entrance,” Ethren replied.

“Kath may back out.” Skylar leaned back, a white, glittering grin rising to his lips. “She’s not sure she can keep up with our late-night escapades.”

“I’m sure she’ll be there! Come on!”

Daisy didn’t wait for the others before she took off up the stairs. Her footsteps were surprisingly silent, making not a sound as she disappeared from sight. The boys couldn’t help but laugh and closed their ranks to follow after without disturbing anyone else.

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The group of five took their time creeping through the desolate halls. Their wands lit up with Lumos, tucked discreetly at their sides to cast just enough of a glow for them to see where they were going. Ethren took the lead, wincing and smothering his light as one of the portraits stirred with a snore.

Konn stopped just shy of smacking into the back of him. “Keep moving,” he hissed. A hand pushed to the back of the Gryffindor’s shoulder and impatiently directed him to continue.

It was eerie navigating the castle at night. With the threat of bumping into Filch or some other professor hanging over, no one was keen to be caught out in the open. The only sounds to echo as they made their way past the sleeping portraits were their own footsteps ticking against the solid floor. Only a single strip of rug ran down the middle of the hall.

While most stuck to it, Hal found himself scuffling against wooded floors to shove up a shoulder at Skylar’s side. The other boy towered him. “Did you make your character already?”

“I tried, but it was confusing,” Skylar murmured back.

“Shhh!” Konn’s gaze burned into the both of them in warning. “You’re going to get us caught before we even catch up with the others.”

Up ahead, footsteps could be heard heavier than their own and everyone froze like deer in headlights. Did they scatter? Stand still and hope no one saw them? Make a run for the tower? Ethren and Konn shared a look as Daisy ducked behind everyone for cover. The two shared an agreeing nod as Konn stepped out from the group.

Controlled.

The outline of his shape started to broaden. Light blonde hair darkened several shades before settling to ebony at shoulder length. He dropped the hood of his cloak, the last of his features melding to that of Severus Snape as he flashed a wink back towards his group of friends.

Just in time.

Not seconds later, the footsteps rounded the corner, three small shapes skidding to a stop and slamming into one another like dominoes.

“P-Professor Snape!” Kath stammered out in a near wail. “Oh, we’re so sorry for sneaking out! Please don’t take points from us!”

Before Konn could reason with the stammering girl, Aleksia sent an elbow lightly into her ribcage and all at once the metamorphmagus roared with laughter.

A mixture of confusion and horror washed over the three girls as gazes darted from each other back to the figure that, while certainly looked like Snape, definitely wasn’t. Then Aisling’s eyes widened. “Konn?” She looked past him towards where the other four waited hunkered down silently.

Konn only laughed harder, doubling over and grasping at his sides. “You should have seen your faces!” he gasped.

Then a fist crashed roughly against his shoulder.

“You’re awful!” Kath hissed bitterly, her cheeks stained red with embarrassment.

The groups found themselves quickly merging to one as Ethren stepped forward, trying to hide his own amusement. “Alright, alright. While punching on him is definitely warranted, we need to keep moving. Glad you three could make it.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world, Ethren,” Aleksia said.

Hal, however, couldn’t wipe away his own look of horror as he approached Konn who’d already returned to his original self again. His shoulder clapped down on his best friend’s shoulder and he gave a pained grimace. “Please don’t ever laugh as Snape again. It’s unnatural.”

A wicked grin flashed back. “Duly noted.”

With Ethren back in the lead, the Dungeons and Dragon Club continued the trek together. They made it all the way up to the third floor where the Clocktower entrance was with minor hitches. If one considered narrowly scraping by Mrs. Norris as minor. Daisy had been prepared, scattering a line of cat food as a distraction while the rest slid past. From there it’d been a straight shot.

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By the time everything had been laid out and set up, everyone sat in a circle on the floor of the Clocktower. Ethren, Konn, Hal, Skylar, Daisy, Aisling, Aleksia, and Kath. The eight of them had planned this campaign for weeks, prepping their characters and asking Ethren passing questions in the halls and during meals. Finally, it was their chance to play.

Dice juggled and twirled through the Dungeon Master’s fingers as they were carefully plucked out of a bag of disorganized chaos. Nobody had matching dice, it seemed, as Ethren passed them out one set at a time at random. “Here’s your d-six, Konnor.”

“Hey, no wait! That’s the green and gold one. I’m missing that one,” Aisling insisted.

“It doesn’t really matter, you can swap-”

Konn snatched the bag of dice from Ethren’s hands and greedily looked over the contents within before wrinkling his nose. “Ew. You don’t organize them?”

“Traveling around with a giant case of dice is inconvenient, give them back.”

“What’s the point of so many dice if you never see them paired together?”

Hal chuckled at that, pushing his own dice around. “He’s got a point.”

“They’re my dice! I’ll do what I want with them,” Ethren pouted stubbornly, stealing the dice bag back and turning away from everyone to divvy out the rest so that everyone held a complete set to play with.

Looking up, Ethren’s features washed white as he caught Skylar jamming the triangular three-sided dice up one of his nostrils. Skylar locked their gazes, face devoid of emotion, and plucked up a similar one from Aleksia to plug the second nostril.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Playing.”

Skylar turned his head back to Aleksia, tilted his head back, and blew. Both dice shot out, pummeling the poor girl who couldn’t keep a straight face as she playfully shoved him away. “Ew! Skylar! Was that my dice?” she laughed out.

“Maybe.”

Ethren wrinkled his nose in minor disgust, making mental note to wash all returned dice before tossing them into the bag later. “Okay then. Everyone get out your character sheets. We’ll be starting in Undermountain. We’ve all met each other-”

“Undermountain is the dungeon, right?”

His gaze leveled on Kath a moment and he nodded. “Yes. And we’ve all met each other outside of the dungeon. The idea is we’re a group of mercenaries trying to collect a big pay. We’ve just entered inside. So let me make sure I’ve got this right.”

Ethren began to point at each person in the group. “Aisling is the sun elf druid worshipping Sylvanus, Skylar is the human necromancer, Daisy is the fey-touched cleric with the animal domain, Aleksia is the high-elf ranger, Hal is the human barbarian, Kath is the tiefling bard, and Konn is the half-elf rogue.”

“Bloody right I’m the half-elf rogue,” Konn purred. He closed his eyes in focus, dulled ears shifting into small, elven points. “Look, I’m in character and everything. And what of you, oh mighty DM?”

“Naturally, I’m the Duskblade.”

Hal threw an arm around Ethren, a wolfish grin taking up the lower half of his face. He shook him. “Hell yeah, our characters can defend the weak together.”

“I’ll defend myself, thank you,” Aisling says with a wink.

“Oh, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

The Hufflepuff was still grinning as he let go of his friend to poke at Aisling while the Dungeon Master prepared the start of their very first campaign together.

And so it began.

The group started their journey in the midst of Undermountain, fighting their way through an army of undead only ten minutes into the gameplay after Konn had led them into an unlocked, untrapped room with his character in the lead.

Hal expertly dominated the vast majority, rolling several sixteens and eighteens to send four of the zombies back to their graves. Meanwhile, Aleksia struggled to master the art of the bow, her unlucky rolls leaving her arrows a useless volley past each one.

Further in, Ethren was able to test his players’ mettle up against a puzzle and heavily trapped hallway. His eyes were alight, perhaps as happy as he’d been in a while, as he watched the group bicker over how to continue.

“Let’s send a rat forward first,” Skylar suggested.

“Absolutely not! What if it gets hurt?!” Daisy’s cheeks washed red as she leaned forward stubbornly. “Let’s just try and solve the riddle.”

“No. I’ve got a better idea.”

Everyone snapped their gazes up in horror, watching Hal scoop up his twenty-sided dice, and send it crashing across the map Ethren had crudely drawn. It landed face-up on a natural twenty. “I go storming through the middle of the hallway at full speed with my axe ready to smack away anything that flies at me!”

Silence.

Ethren flicked his gaze over the dice before leaning back with a bitter pout and crumpling a piece of paper he had in hand. “Alright. You race through, triggering the trap, and before it can swing down and hit you, you slam your axe against it and it breaks. You’re now at the other end of the hall. Let me draw.”

Eventually, even Kath managed to settle into the gameplay. After crossing paths with a few seasoned adventurers also plundering the depths of the magical maze for treasure, she played them an enchanting tune with her lute. One by one they had fallen beneath her, continuing alongside the party as unofficial groupies.

Laughter rose up from the Clocktower, coiling out in cool mist beneath the stars. Nobody kept an eye on the time. Instead, playing by wand light, everyone had their wands pointed towards the gameplay area, illuminating the intricate mapping system.

It was eventually revealed the group had not been chosen at random, but subconsciously summoned by the sleeping dragon that yearned for its freedom and stolen eggs at the center of the maze.

In natural Daisy fashion, she’d instructed everyone on how to handle it without lethal aggression, proclaiming they needed to collect and return all the eggs to their mother if they could find them.

Unfortunately, only one egg was ever recovered. It hatched halfway through Konn’s navigation as the rogue, and much to Ethren’s dismay, Daisy was able to convince the little wyrmling she was its mother. Thus sparking the long debate of whether or not the party should leave the red dragon hatchling behind for their own safety or risk taking it into the final dungeon where its true mother was.

The vote had been split but with several threatening stares from Aisling, Aleksia, and Daisy, Ethren finally declared they’d keep the baby wyrmling for now and would have to suffer the consequences later.

It took the group another hour of exploration before finally coming to large, golden doors. Intricately carved within them were great draconic heads that glared out menacingly.

But there were no doorknobs.

Hal tried pushing. Skylar attempted to hit it with a knock spell. Only Konn was able to approach the door and utter something in a deep draconic tongue. The sounds of gears unwinding and clasping were beautifully mimicked by the Dungeon Master as the band of players nudged their way in.

Sleeping in all its towering glory, the ancient red dragon rested at the center of the room. Bound in chains at the neck and legs. Billows of smoke poured from nostrils with every breath.

“Hold on, hold on,” Konn scowled. “How the hell do we fight that!?”

Ethren looked up from behind his screen and gave an unhelpful shrug. “I don’t know. How do you fight it?”

The Slytherin boy paled. “We can’t!”

“Well duh,” Daisy giggled. “We can wake it and talk to it. Konn and I both have characters that know draconic.”

“Is that what you do, then, Daisy?”

“Yes!”

Ethren couldn’t smother the sinister grin that coiled at his lips as he disappeared behind his Dungeon Master screen, quickly tossing a few dice in preparation before rising once more. “Alright! Tell me what you do.”

Daisy clicked her tongue in thought as Konn’s forehead collided with the ground in a low groan. “Oh hush, you’re just jealous you didn’t think of this first,” the girl chastises. “I approach the dragon carefully and tap it on the nose.” “Okay, and does anyone else want to add anything?” Ethren is trying to smother a laugh.

“...I ready an attack with my waraxe,” Hal sputters.

“I’ll cast shield of faith on all of us.”

“Okay, Aisling, you’ve provided everyone with a plus-three to their ACs. And on that, Daisy, you approach the slumbering dragon, and immediately the little wyrmling leaps from your arms with a cry. The mother’s golden eyes immediately snap open, one easily larger than your head as it locks to you.”

Ethren began to describe the events of the dragon rising up in defense of its wyrmling. The way its roar shattered everyone’s eardrums. The glisten of teeth longer than their forearms. Each character rolled a will save against fear, each one becoming deathly shaken by the superior monster.

“Hal, you’re up, make your readied attack.”

Hal looked ready to piss himself as he scooped up his dice again. “Are you sure I can’t just run, instead?” he teased out.

“I suppose you could.”

The Hufflepuff watched Ethren a moment in consideration and then shook his head with a snort. “Nah, I’ll go down with the ship.” The single dice crashed against the hard flooring of the Clocktower, bouncing once, twice- then landing on a natural one.

“NO!” Konnor blurted, falling back from the group and onto his back in defeat.

Light faded from Ethren’s eyes as he stared down at his own prepared dice rolls and grimaced. “...Well. Hal, you raise your waraxe to the dragon out of sheer panic and on your downward swing, instead of hitting scales, you send it right into the back of my skull. Killing me instantly.”

“Are you kidding?!”

Everyone burst into an uproar of laughter and protest. Skylar curved an arm around Hal’s shoulders, a wide grin plastered over his features. “Well done, Hal. I think we all just died.”

“Oh most definitely,” Ethren agreed, having started to laugh as well. “And its the dragon’s turn. She rears back, straining against her chains as a torrent of flames erupt from her parted maw, spiraling down on all of you. No need to roll reflexes, you’re all immediately cooked.”

“Just like that?” Konn sat up now, brows furrowed in annoyance.

“You weren’t supposed to actually face the dragon.”

“I fucking told them that!” Arms crossed over the Slytherin’s chest and Aisling quickly nudged up against his side.

“Don’t be so sour, Konn, we’ll just have to try again next time.”

“Next time, indeed. We’re all going to need new characters, so go ahead and be thinking about them.” Ethren reached out, beginning to pick up pieces of parchment that outlined their journey through Undermountain. “I want to aim for next week.”

He paused, his cheeks flaring pink. “...Did you guys enjoy it?”

Daisy flung forward, wrapping the Dungeon Master in a hug, and slowly, the others crowded over to join.

“Absolutely.”

#Konnor Rainwater #Ethren Whitecross #Hal Greywind #Skylar Morningstar #Daisy Stoddard-Withers #Aleksia Aries #Aisling Baskerville #Kathryn Alice #hogwarts mystery #hphm #Dungoens & Dragons #D&D

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noorakardemmomesaetre · 5 years ago

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Through the Snowfall - Chapter Three

Or Read It On Ao3

Pairing: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: The Coopers and Andrews have rented the same cabin in the woods every holiday season since their kids were two years old.

And with Archie and Betty leaving for college in just a few months, Betty is determined to make this Christmas a memorable one…by telling Archie how she really feels.

What she doesn’t plan for is Archie bringing his best friend.

Or the way her gaze is suddenly lingering on the wild dark curls peeking out from beneath a crown beanie rather than the ginger spikes she’d set her sights on so long ago.

Chapter Three: Dusk

Betty is sipping the pumpkin spice latte she'd taught herself how to make last Christmas when Jughead makes his way into the kitchen. He's in sweats and a black hoodie and something about seeing him in such casual attire has a warmth pooling in the pit of Betty's stomach that she refuses to acknowledge.

He smiles at her, one of his more reserved smiles, as he reaches for the coffee pot, a soft and teasing, "goodnight Betty," leaving his lips.

It's an inside joke. Their inside joke now and Betty smiles at him over the rim of her coffee mug, murmuring a goodnight to him as well.

He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth thoughtfully as he pulls down one of the mugs and Betty's gaze falls to the strip of skin his lifted sweatshirt has revealed, olive and toned and-

Veronica clears her throat behind Jughead, raising an eyebrow at the two of them before pressing her lips together in an amused smile. "Something particularly interesting about the coffee this morning, Betty?"

Betty chokes on the sip of latte she'd just taken, blaming the heat and avoiding eye contact with either of them as she quickly moves out of the kitchen to snuggle up on the couch.

She's just gotten over the sheer embarrassment and into the chapter of the book she'd been reading on the flight over when Mary and Alice waltz into the room chatting loudly about the Snowflake Soiree. Mary tugs a blanket off the back of the couch and lays it across where Betty is curled up, winking at her when Betty mouths a genuine thank you.

"And I was explaining to Fred that you and I simply must go into town to purchase new gowns for the Soiree! We can't look out of season, Mar."

"And I'm sure Fred was completely understanding," Mary responds and her and Alice share a look before giggling.

"Betty, dear, do you know what you're wearing to the Soiree?" Mary asks, sipping from her environmentally friendly reusable water bottle.

Betty nods, closing her book with her finger marked on the page so she can tell Mary about the gown she’d chosen, but her mother takes her pause as an invitation to answer.

"Oh, Betty got her dress ages ago," Alice speaks for her with a bright smile before her eyebrows furrow and she turns her attention to her daughter. "Have you tried it on recently, Elizabeth? I'm not sure it will still fit what with cheer season ending and the way you've been eating."

"Alice," Mary chides, shooting Betty an apologetic look. Betty's cheeks are hot and she's currently praying for the patience not to scream. Could her mother be any more of a-

“Honesty really is always the best policy. Isn’t that right, Elizabeth?”

Betty fingers curl into fists threatening to break the scarred skin of her palms once more when she notices Mary’s eyebrow lift, her sights set on something just behind Betty.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she turns around to see what could have possibly caught her eye. To her surprise, she finds Archie and Veronica walking up the driveway from what must've been a morning stroll through the village together. Veronica is smiling, her hands wrapped around a thermos, and Archie is pointing to different areas around the cabin.

Probably telling her stories from when they were young.

But what surprises Betty the most is that it doesn't hurt to see them together as much as she'd thought it would.

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With only a few days left until Christmas, Betty knows it's now or never to do one of her least favorite tasks: wrapping gifts.

Scissors. Double-sided tape. Wrapping paper. Boxes. Holiday-themed bows.

Everything is laid out exactly how she wants it to be and she's already sent Veronica with Hal and Fred down to the lodge where the town will be hosting the Snowflake Soiree in order to keep her from popping into the bedroom and spoiling her gift before it's wrapped - something Veronica has become suspiciously good at since her and Betty had become close friends.

After an hour, there's a few loud bangs on the door that send Betty's palm to her pounding heart as she tries to regain her composure.

The door swings open revealing a grinning Archie and Betty considers throwing a pillow at his face.

"Seriously, Archie, did you have to pound on the door like that?" she says with a sigh, feeling relieved that she had already wrapped the small frame with a picture of the two of them in their baby Christmas sweaters together.

He laughs and walks over to her bed, falling on his back. He's holding a baseball and he tosses it casually in the air again and again while she sets up the wrapping for the next gift.

She'd missed this. Just the two of them hanging out without so much self-inflicted pressure. She’s been so caught up in her feelings for him, perhaps she’s neglected their friendship this holiday season, she thinks.

"What'd you get me, Betty?"

"I never fall for that."

She catches his eye and they laugh, the falling baseball almost smacking him in the face.

"Remember that one year you gave me a macaroni noodle drawing of me that you made in your art class?"

She winces as she remembers the hideous arts and crafts picture and how he had stared at it for five minutes before asking his dad how he was supposed to eat it.

"That wasn't even half as bad as the year you got me a football with your own autograph on it."

"Hey, peewee football was the start of my career! That's going to be worth something someday."

They both laugh and Betty shakes her head because her friend couldn't possibly be more ridiculous. He stops tossing the ball and turns to look at her and she holds his gaze for a second before turning back to her almost-finished task.

She knows this is the moment.

The moment where she's supposed to tell him how she truly feels about him. About them.

But her heart isn't pounding and the tips of her ears aren't burning and this time alone with him doesn't feel any different than any other moment with him has before.

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It's 1:00 in the morning and once again Betty is left staring at her ceiling while Veronica sleeps peacefully in her bed. Betty had wanted to ask her what she thinks of Archie several times that night, but Veronica had avoided the subject continuously like it was the plague and Betty has a pretty good idea what she thinks of him anyways.

She sighs, tapping her fingers against her stomach for a few seconds before the thought of sneaking downstairs and heating up a pumpkin spice pancake to eat in spite of her mother's cruel words from earlier sounds too tempting to pass up.

Slipping into her robe and slippers, she pads her way to the stairs, only stopping when she notices the hazy glow of the fireplace still being lit.

She wonders why her father or Fred didn't put out the fire before bed as she leans over the railing, but decides if they aren’t worrying about it, neither should she.

She heads into the kitchen, turning the corner and-

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

Jughead immediately turns around, his hand mirroring Betty’s as it presses against his racing heart. They both stand there for a moment taking each other in before breaking into soft laughter.

“Sorry, Betts, did I wake you?” he asks quietly as she walks over to where he’s adding mini-marshmallows to a mug of her mother’s hot chocolate. He motions to an empty mug near the sink and she nods, deciding hot chocolate may be a better investment this late at night.

Or a better excuse to spend time with him, but she won’t begin to unpack why she’d want to do that.

“No, I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either,” he says as he pours her a mug, adding a small spoonful of the marshmallows. She takes it from him, ignoring the tingling in the tips of her fingers as they brush his. Only the glow from the digital clock on the counter casts light between them and she feels herself looking down at her mug and smiling when she catches him staring at her.

“So, um...” he clears his throat and she lifts her gaze to meet his, the ends of her ponytail brushing against the soft cotton of her robe. “If you’re planning to stay up a little longer, I could use a pair of Ivy League eyes on something I’m writing.”

“I’m not Ivy League yet.”

“But you will be.” And the absolute certainness in his tone makes her heart dip in a way that pinkens her cheeks.

“I’d love to read what you’re writing, Jug,” she finally says and he smiles sheepishly as he runs his fingers through his hair and then motions for her to follow him with the same hand. He’s beanieless and she fights the urge to card her own fingers through his hair, to feel how soft the strands must be.

As soon as they sit down across from each other on the fancy decorative rug that came with the cabin (though Betty’s sure her mother was the one to purchase it many winters ago), he picks up his laptop and sets it on his lap as though to give her a preface before allowing her to read what he’s written.

“I’ve been working on a novel-” her eyebrows raise in an impressed way that he immediately waves off “-not like a great novel, it’s probably mediocre at best, but I’d love for you to read this paragraph and help me figure out what I’m trying to say.”

She sets the mug down and smiles assuredly at him before she takes the laptop and dives into the paragraph he’s pointed out to her. After a few seconds, she finds herself wishing she’d started from the beginning of his novel. The paragraph alone is beautifully written with sound sentence structure and a true grasp of his voice she wishes she had on her own.

“This is really good, Jug, like really.”

His hand falls to the back of his neck as he shrugs and it’s only then she notices that they’re both sitting cross-legged and their knees are touching. He doesn’t say anything or jerk his knee away though so she pretends not to have noticed and continues.

“And the word I think you’re looking for is ‘kismet.’”

She feels her heartbeat quicken when she looks up to find him watching her with such an intensity she’s not sure if she feels warm from the heat of the fire blazing beside them, or from being this close to him.

“That’s exactly the word I was looking for,” he murmurs, reaching out to take his laptop back. “'Fate or destiny.' Kind of crazy how that happens sometimes. You meet someone and it’s just...kismet.”

“Is that what happened with you and your girlfriend?” The words tumble out of her mouth without her meaning them to and she silently wishes the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“I know this may come as a surprise to you, Cooper, what with my charming good looks and enviable intellect,” he says after chuckling at her question, his voice dripping with sarcasm before he continues, “but I have no girlfriend.”

“That does surprise me.” He lifts his gaze to meet hers once more and she finds that what’s actually surprising her is how honest she’s being about what she thinks of him. But there’s something about being alone with him that draws that from her and she wishes she knew why that is.

Or why hearing he has no girlfriend makes her tug her bottom lip between her teeth.

“So, now you know my big dark secret about writing a 'novel,'” he says with a grin, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees. He’s only countable inches from her now and she can see the barely noticeable few freckles speckled across his face and she finds that she wants to brush her fingers gently against each one.

Which throws her enough to completely miss what he’s said.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He laughs and slowly runs his tongue against his bottom lip before he softly repeats himself, “I asked what you do for fun?”

“Oh!” she shakes her head and giggles before setting her mug down. Normally she wouldn’t tell just anyone this, but she has a feeling Jughead isn’t the kind of guy to make a snide comment or tease her about it. He hasn’t about her college secret yet anyways. “I really enjoy working on cars with my dad.”

“Really?” It’s his turn to be impressed.

“Yeah,” she continues, looking down at her slippered feet to tug at a loose thread absentmindedly as she speaks. “My dad and I used to work on them together when I was little out in the garage. He’s more into working with my mom on the newspaper now, so lately I've been working on them by myself, but I find it to be really relaxing and quite satisfying when they start working again, you know?”

His smile is so genuine and he looks so incredibly handsome in the warmth of the fire burning behind him and -”God, I think you might be made for me.”

He closes his eyes as soon as the words leave his mouth and her breath catches.

“I mean, because- not like, I mean- my dad owns a garage back home and I-” he’s stumbling over his words and all she finds herself wanting to do is press her lips against his soft, pouted ones.

The tips of her ears are burning and time seems to stop as her heart beats millions of miles a second and just as she's leaning in-

“Jug? Betty? Why the hell are you two still up?”

The sound of Archie’s groggy voice interrupts the moment like a shotgun firing and Betty jerks away from Jughead, standing up quickly as her other best friend makes his way downstairs.

Something unfamiliar tugs on her heart and she almost misses the look in Jughead’s eyes as he glances between her and Archie, the slightest hint of a frown tugging on the corners of his mouth.

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I hope you're all enjoying this holiday season! ☃️ hearing your thoughts as the story progresses has been my absolute favorite part of this little bughead holiday journey, so let me know what you think in a comment if you'd like!

#bughead fanfiction #bughead #bughead holiday fanfiction #betty cooper x jughead jones #riverdaleevents #comet: traditions #through the snowfall #a little bit of a tropefest #mixed with as much of a slow burn as five chapters will allow lol

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 36 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Brand new content! Thank you so much to anyone following this reposting. We’re now caught up, and the idea is to post about a chapter a month until we’re done with the story. (Fingers crossed.) Please let us know if you have any requests!

Click here for previous chapters, or here to read on AO3. XOXO!

Chapter Summary: After the Spring musical forces Courtney and Adore back into each other's lives, Adore gets advice from a very unlikely source.

Chapter 36: Something Good

It was about 2 weeks into play practice for The Sound of Music when Courtney discovered her favorite place in school to make out with Roy: the backstage dressing rooms. She was sitting perched on the counter, Roy’s mouth trailing down her neck. Her hands moved to his waist, tugging on his fly.

Roy groaned slightly, then glanced around the dressing room, asking, “Aren’t you worried that someone might walk in?”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” she replied with a wicked smile.

He grinned back, dimples deep in his cheeks, shaking his head. Now that the musical had begun, he was relieved, in a way, that there was finally an after-school activity that they could do together. Ever since she’d quit cheer in the Fall, it seemed to Roy that Courtney had been floundering. She wasn’t involved with any sports or clubs. He knew that a big part of it had to do with Adore. She was obviously still feeling depressed about their fractured friendship, which was understandable.

And Roy was happy to fill in the gaps, in theory. But as much as he loved Courtney, he worried that maybe she was putting too much pressure on their relationship. After all, he was just one person. One busy person. So the play gave them a chance to spend time together with more of a purpose. And even better, forced her to socialize with people besides him.

“It’s also slightly terrifying…” he said, gesturing to the door.

Courtney giggled, popping open the button and unzipping him slowly, lips brushing against his, tongue teasing. Roy knew that he shouldn’t let things go this far in public, at school. That this was just part of their game--the one where she was always pushing the envelope and he was responsible for setting the boundaries. But he was only human. Sometimes he didn’t want to be the one to stop things. Sometimes, he just wanted to enjoy himself.

“Fuck…” Roy’s fingers dug into her waist as her hands reached into his pants, heart pounding in his throat.

“Hey-oh dear god!” Jinkx stood in the doorway, a hand covering her eyes. “Uh, Leisl...we need you onstage…we’re about to work on Our Favorite Things.”

“Okay!” Courtney chirped, sliding off the counter, buttoning her top and giving Roy a chaste peck on the cheek.

“And uh…please take care of that...gross situation...” Jinkx made a vague gesture towards Roy’s crotch. “...before you come onstage?”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Good luck, Daddy,” Courtney sang, tossing Roy a kiss as she sailed out the door, leaving him reeling and dizzy.

The worst part about having to see Courtney all the time, for Adore, was how visibly okay she was.

Adore knew she shouldn’t be watching them. But somehow, she couldn’t help her eyes from drifting in their direction at lunch. Watching Courtney lean back, her fingers pressing into the grass. Her head fell backwards, elongating her neck and catching Roy’s attention.

Roy stared at her for a few moments, probably as transfixed as Adore as the sun highlighted Courtney’s angelic features. Adore watched as Roy reached over, slipping his finger under the chain of her necklace before leaning over, placing a soft kiss on Courtney's shoulder. Her glossy pink lips stretched into a wide smile, basking in his attention.

Wishing that she hadn’t seen such a small act of affection, something similar to sadness washed over Adore. Adore knew that Courtney missed her, in theory. She knew that cutting her off had upset her. But she also knew that, ultimately, she was fine. And that was the really gut-wrenching part.

Because Adore was not fine. As much as she tried to pretend sometimes, the loss of her best friend was like an open, gaping wound. She never forgot. She never moved on. She just went through her days feeling numb at best, and miserable at worst, and usually somewhere in the middle.

She had other friends. And she loved them. But Courtney had always brought a special kind of light into her life that no one else could. And the really sad thing was that for a long time, Adore genuinely believed that she’d done the same thing for Courtney.

But it was clear whenever she glimpsed her giggling at play practice, or fooling around with Roy on the grass at lunch, or even just walking through the halls—her light was still there. Adore’s absence hadn’t dimmed it at all.

Adore hated to even admit to herself how much it hurt, but there it was. The raw truth.

“Willam, stop!” Courtney tried to hold back her laughter and get him to focus on their choreography.

Willam was a clear example of how boys could get lead roles with two left feet, whereas she got scolded if she missed one step. They were trying to rehearse their dance during “16 Going On 17” and he was just not taking anything seriously. Partly because he’d been empowered by Mrs. Maguire to be a bit of a ham, when she told him, “I’m not saying you have to camp it up like Dan is doing, but don’t feel like you have to play him perfectly straight.”

Of course, Willam had taken that direction and ran with it, mincing about the stage and tossing imaginary hair. Still obviously a little bitter about getting passed over for the ‘Baroness in Drag’ role she’d given to Dan. In spite of everything though, Courtney was happy that they had so many scenes together. Yes, he could be a pain in the ass, but screwing around with him like two naughty children was just the perfect distraction for her.

Sometimes, as much as she loved Roy, the sympathy in his eyes when she got down was too much to bear. With Willam, there was none of that. They could laugh and have fun and be crazy and she never had to worry about him making her think about something deep. She never had to worry about him being tender or careful the way Roy was sometimes - the way even her mother had been since she’d confessed about her fight with Adore all those months ago. If she spaced out or got wistful, all Willam would do was punch her on the shoulder and tell her to stop being a moody cunt. It was refreshing and necessary.

“Okay, let’s try that again,” said Mrs. Maguire, gesturing for Thorgy to reset the music.

“Hey, Mrs. Maguire. I thought this scene would be kinkier. Weren’t Nazis really into like, BDSM and shit?”

Courtney let out a shrieking giggle, clapping her hand over her mouth.

“Willam, please try to focus on-”

“You’re thinking of Cabaret,” Jinkx answered from the front row, not even looking up from her script.

“Ohhh, bummer.”

“How about a spanking?” Courtney asked gleefully, bouncing around the stage on the balls of her feet. “I mean, he fully deserves it. Both Willam and Rolf.” She gave him a good smack on the ass to emphasize her point, spirits high, an almost manic gleam in her eye.

“Guys-” Mrs. Maguire was starting to look a bit irritated.

“Oh no, I’ve been a bad little Nazi,” Willam said, bending over, putting a finger in his mouth. Courtney giggled harder and slapped his ass again, harder this time.

“What in the actual FUCK?” Bob said, darting out from behind the wings.

Courtney and Willam both whirled around to face him.

“Guys. Please pay attention-” Mrs. Maguire began, but Bob cut her off.

“No, I’m sorry, are these two blonde, blue-eyed, devil fuckheads trivializing white supremacy right now?” he yelled. “Actually, no, worse, they are fucking fetishizing white supremacy. What the fuck?!”

Courtney’s eyes went wide in alarm.

“I’m sorry, Bob,” she said immediately, hitting Willam in the shoulder. This was all his fault, after all.

“Yeah, sorry,” he echoed, “But my character just really likes a spanking-”

“Bill!” Courtney exclaimed, hitting him again. “Bob, I really am sorry. That was dumb.”

“You’re damn right it was!” Bob said. “Now, I want you to apologize to everyone here! Including your Mexican boyfriend!” He pointed at Roy.

“I’m sor-”

“I’m not Mexican, Bob,” Roy called up from the audience.

“Stepping on my motherfucking point, Del Rio!” Bob yelled back.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it that way,” Courtney said, heart pounding with embarrassment and fear. Bob hardly ever got angry like that. What if he stayed mad? What if she lost him? What if she lost April, too? Tears pricked at her eyes. Why was she so stupid? “That was insensitive; we won’t do it again, I-”

“Good!”

Bob began to march offstage, and Courtney swallowed, regret swirling in her chest, cheeks still hot with shame. What the fuck was wrong with her? Why did she let Willam rope her into that whole thing?

“Leisl! Rolf! Can we get back to your number?!” Mrs. Maguire asked.

“Yes, sorry!"

Courtney rang Bob’s doorbell and bit her lip, clutching the pink bakery box in her hands.

“Hey…” Bob opened the door, looking her up and down with a slightly confused expression. “What’s up?”

“Um...April said that the apple fritters from Hal’s Donuts are your favorite.” She held out the box, which he took from her skeptically.

“They are…but why?”

“I just felt bad. About the thing with Willam earlier.” Courtney shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh.” Bob sighed. “Well, you should. I mean...I think it’s okay that you feel bad.”

Courtney nodded, swallowing down a lump in her throat.

“I wanted to tell you that I really care about you, and I’m sorry, and if I can make it better-”

“Court, this isn’t about me and you. You know? It’s just like...sometimes it’s really exhausting how much racism and bigotry is just everywhere, all the time, even in a stupid school musical,” Bob said.

“Yeah. I get it. I mean...I think I get it.”

Bob smiled ruefully, holding up the box. “But I do appreciate the reparations.”

“Anytime,” Courtney said, grinning back at him.

“Just want to make sure...you’re not hitting on me right now, are you?”

“No!” Courtney glared at him. “Come on!”

“Okay, okay, just checking,” he laughed.

Adore sat in the back of the theatre, trying to get some of her most annoying homework done while the Von Trapp children rehearsed “So Long, Farewell” onstage.

“I’d like to stay, and taste my first champagne-”

“Courtney!” Mrs. Maguire cut in. “Can you please do the champagne line in a less sexual way? Remember that he’s your dad in this show, not your boyfriend.”

“But I love my Daddy,” Courtney simpered, fluttering her lashes and making the other Von Trapp children titter with laughter.

“Stop it,” Roy said, trying to suppress his grin.

“Courtney, look at it this way. It would be a real problem if Captain Von Trapp got a boner on stage. Especially while his kids are singing,” explained Mrs. Maguire, increasing the giggling from the peanut gallery.

“Yeah, a real problem!” Roy echoed.

“Sorry Daddy!” Courtney sang, skipping back to her place in line.

“Dude…” Bob’s voice carried further than he intended through the theatre, catching Adore’s attention as he thumped Jamin on the shoulder. “Did you see that?”

Adore tilted her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as if she actually needed any help hearing Bob. He was only a few rows away, and even though he seemed to think he was being quiet, his big mouth was 100% audible to anyone in the vicinity.

“Courtney? Is a total fucking nympho,” Bob continued.

“A nympho?!” Jamin repeated, tossing his head back to let out a loud cackle, earning a few looks, but ultimately ignored.

“No, really?” Thorgy gasped at the idea, blinking at Bob in disbelief through thick glasses.

“Yeah, I’m telling you!” Bob insisted, snickering. “Roy says that she used to be kind of a prude, but now she cannot get enough. She just wants his dick like, all the time. Everywhere. I think he used the word ‘insatiable.’”

“Attagirl!” Willam said.

Anger started to find its way into Adore’s veins; the natural instinct to defend and protect Courtney regardless of them not being on good terms poked at Adore like a hot spike.

“Poor guy, he’s exhausted,” Bob said, laughing some more, and Adore slammed her binder shut, immediately grabbing her stuff and racing outside.

Something about that conversation made her feel embarrassed and angry, almost vengefully so. How dare they talk about Courtney that way? Sure, she had her faults, but hearing them laugh about her was so vile, so utterly boy. So wrong. And Adore knew exactly who to blame.

The sound was a cross between a thump and a click, and it caused Roy to look up from his desk, confused. It was after the second one when he realized that something was hitting his window. He crossed the bedroom and lifted it, surprised to see Adore standing there, several pinecones in her hands, about to hurl another one.

“Uh...hi?”

“Come outside!” she demanded.

“Why didn’t you just use the doorbell like a normal person?” Roy asked.

“Why don’t you stop asking pussy-ass questions and get out here?”

Roy rolled his eyes. Obviously, she was in some kind of mood. (What else was new?) He decided to follow the path of least resistance and just do what she wanted.

“I’ll be right down.”

She was pacing around the driveway when he stepped outside, practically wearing a hole in the pavement.

“Hey. Are you alright? What’s-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Adore exploded. “Why are you such an asshole?”

“Uh…” Roy wasn’t sure what this tantrum was about, so he decided to diffuse the situation with some humor. “Well...my parents are both assholes...and then they fucked, and…” He held up his hands as if to say ‘Ta da!’

“That is so not funny,” she said, turning on her heel and sitting down on the curb.

“Listen. I’m sure I deserve all this wrath, but I don’t actually know where it’s coming from. Care to enlighten me?” He walked over and sat down beside her. Just far enough that he’d have time to run away if she took a swing at him. Which wasn’t entirely out of the question.

Adore groaned before speaking.

“Bob is going around talking about how...how you told him that Courtney used to be a prude but now she’s a nymphowho can’t get enough of your stupid dick. It’s gross.”

Roy began to laugh, and only stopped when he saw the expression on Adore’s face grow even angrier, cheeks darkening.

“I...Adore, come on. I never said that.”

“Well, Bob says you did!”

“Well, Bob makes up a lot of shit! Who believes Bob?! And who knows why he said it?” Roy said, suppressing another laugh. He knew why, if he was honest. He’d been telling his friend about how extra needy Courtney had been lately, and he may have left out the part about how sad she was and exaggerated the sex part...just a little bit. That was harmless, right?

“People believed him!” Adore insisted, tears pricking her eyes. “And you need to put an end to it, or you’re just as guilty as him! If you really cared about her, you wouldn’t want people saying that shit.”

“I don’t really think Courtney would be-” Roy paused mid-sentence, remembering who he was talking to. Who the hell was Adore Delano to lecture him about this? If he really cared? He had given her the benefit of the doubt, seeing how upset she was, but now he was pissed. “Why do you care, anyway?” he asked. “You’re not even friends with her anymore.”

Adore’s face crumbled, tears filling her eyes, a hand covering her mouth. Roy suddenly felt overwhelmingly, unjustifiably guilty.

“Hey...come on…” he began, and then reached out to give her an awkward hug. “It’s...it’s all gonna be okay.”

“It won’t,” Adore sobbed.

“Sure it will,” he insisted.

“I didn't mean-“ Adore hiccupped, “-for it to go on...so long.”

“Okay so...end it. You’re the only one who can.”

“But what am I supposed to say? How will I explain?” Adore buried her face in her hands, Roy’s own hands hesitantly patting her back.

“It doesn’t matter what you say, Dory. She won’t give a shit,” Roy sighed. Was he really going to be the one to fix this friendship, after everything that happened? Apparently, yes. What a chump. “She really misses you, you know. She still wears that stupid bracelet every day.”

“I know,” Adore said, voice breaking.

“And she still...you know, she thinks that any day, you’re just gonna magically be friends again. You know how many times she’s said like…‘Roy, she’s not gonna possibly be mad at me on Halloween...She can’t hate me on Christmas...Roy, it’s my birthday, she’s gonna call me.’”

Adore closed her eyes, gulping for breath, too upset even to make fun of Roy’s terrible impression--he sounded more like a low-rent Marilyn Monroe impersonator than Courtney.

“Are you trying to make me feel worse?”

“No, I’m trying to say...whenever you decide that enough is enough...she’ll be ready. She won’t care. She won’t need an explanation. She’ll just be...so happy.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

Roy looked at her curiously, wondering if she knew how much he knew.

“Why wouldn’t I tell you? It’s the truth.”

“Yeah but…” Adore sniffled, wiping her face on her flannel shirt. “I know you hate me. I figured you’d be happy to be rid of me.”

“I don’t hate you. You hate me,” Roy explained slowly.

“I do not. I just...you know, you’re like that one obnoxious, know-it-all cousin that we all have.”

Roy frowned, brows furrowed.

“I don’t have a cousin like that.”

“Right, because you are that cousin, dork,” Adore laughed through her tears, shaking her head.

“Oh.” Roy paused, tilting his head. “Why do you think I hate you?”

Adore shrugged.

“I’ve never hated you. And...even if I did, I’d still want you to make up with Courtney, because I love her, and she loves you. And I want her to be happy.”

“What a hero,” Adore said, rolling her eyes.

“Look...I’ll tell Bob to knock it off with the nympho comments, okay?”

“Okay.” Adore sighed, wiping her eyes again. “Thanks.”

“Sure. You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah…” She swallowed, looking away, suddenly a little embarrassed about losing it and crying all over Roy, of all people. “Why do you have a basketball hoop, anyway? You're three feet tall and you suck at sports.”

“First of all. I'm 5’9” - a totally reasonable height. And second...it's Vanessa’s.”

Adore chuckled, looking back down at the ground. She knew what she had to do now, but she wasn’t sure how.

Pearl’s pencil moved in quick light strokes across the page, filling in the lines on a weed bouquet, with rolling paper for stems and nugs as petals. The cold frame of Violet’s bed continuously pressing into her back from Violet’s constant shifting above made it a less than comfortable position for her, but Pearl was content. Because honestly, no matter how sarcastic, bitchy or self-centered Violet could be, Pearl always jumped at the chance to hang with her; especially when it was just the two of them.

“Ugh, can you believe this. ‘Who Wore it Best?’” Pearl was suddenly engulfed in the aroma of lemon and berries as her sketchbook was replaced with a magazine and Violet’s long dark hair brushed against her face, tickling her nose.

“I mean obviously, none of them. That dress is sooo, fucking ugly.” Violet scoffed. “I mean, nothing. Nothing. Can save that dress. Those pumps on Jessica are really cute though.” Violet’s red fingernail dragged across the page.

She then snorted before the magazine disappeared and she shuffled back to her position on the bed, tucking a pillow under her chest to get comfortable again.

When it was just the two of them, things were different. Violet would never admit it but she was much different outside of school, outside of being surrounded by tons of people she didn't like. She was softer, sillier and more enjoyable. Pearl suspected it was because Violet felt like she had to keep her guard up at school. Like she had to keep everyone at a fair distance so that no one would ever have the upper hand on her--or maybe it was because she was a Gemini and just a crazy bitch. But either way, Pearl liked it.

The blonde smiled to herself before setting her sketchbook aside and climbing onto the bed beside Violet. “Let me see.”

“I know!” Courtney exclaimed, as Jinkx laughed beside her, “That’s why I always ask him to-”

She stopped speaking suddenly, pulse racing. Adore was standing behind Jinkx, waiting for her cue, and around her neck was something Courtney hadn’t seen since wrapping it in September--the choker that she’d given Adore for her birthday. She’d long ago accepted that Adore might have just tossed it in the trash, or donated it to Goodwill. But she’d kept it.

For the first time in so long, Courtney felt a surge of hope, overcome with so much joy that tears stung her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Jinkx asked, placing a hand on her arm.

“Yeah…” Courtney watched Adore carefully as she turned to answer a question from Willam. Had she noticed Courtney? Had she noticed that Courtney noticed her? Courtney turned back to Jinkx. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Courtney stood in the wings, watching the little exchange between Willam and Roy in the “graveyard,” laughing to herself. If Mrs. Maguire thought that her flirting was bad, she should take a second look at Willam. Courtney glanced around to see if anyone else was enjoying their scene as much as her, when she spotted Adore. She waited for Adore to look up and catch her eye.

Adore gave her the slightest little nod, her first sign of civility since the Fall. Courtney’s heart soared. What should she do? Somehow, as much as she wanted to fling herself into Adore’s arms and sob her eyes out, she knew that it would be the wrong move.

So she bit her lip, making a slight motion towards the stage to beckon Adore over.

“Willam’s fucking with Roy. It’s totally making him squirm,” she explained in a soft whisper.

Adore chuckled a bit, standing closer to get a look at them.

On stage, Roy grasped Willam by the shoulders and hissed his line in a stage whisper.

“Come away with us!”

Willam waited a beat. But instead of reaching for his whistle like he was supposed to, he collapsed in Roy’s arms, crooning, “Yaaas, Daddy!”

“You ass,” Roy pushed him off.

Courtney turned to Adore, giggling, glad to see her laughing too, searching awkwardly for something to say. She reached out and touched the veil of her habit.

“I can’t believe you’re playing a nun.”

“Apparently, a lot of nuns were gay. No men to answer to, just women, don’t have to marry some douchey old asshole. Lesbian havens.”

“Wow. Cool.” Courtney nodded. “Sounds like cheer camp.”

Adore stared at her, blinking.

“Huh...I never realized how gay cheerleading was…”

“Oh yeah. Super gay. You should have joined in with me. You’d have cleaned up,” Courtney finished with a sly smile.

“Yeah,” Adore snickered. “Too bad I can’t dance.”

“That doesn’t matter. I can’t dance.”

“Shut up, yes you can.”

“No, I can learn choreography. But according to Alyssa, I had no rhythm,” Courtney explained.

“Yeah, well...Alyssa is a twat.”

“True,” Courtney laughed. She caught Adore’s eye again, grinning at her. And when Adore smiled back, she really did feel like she might break down in tears.

So she looked away, swallowing hard, dared to reach out her hand towards Adore. When Adore allowed her to link their pinkies together, her breath hitched in relief. Even better, Adore took a small step closer to her, allowing Courtney to rest a head on her shoulder.

They probably had a lot to talk about. And it was possible that things wouldn’t ever truly be the same as they were before. But for now, in this moment, Courtney felt like everything was exactly perfect.

Spring had brought more than blossoming flowers—and “pollen,” as Violet constantly whined about—for Adore. That dark cloud that had been hovering over Adore for so many months had finally vanished. The light in her eyes and the genuine laughter that fell from her lips was a breath of fresh air for everyone, but mostly herself.

She had been in such a good mood, she even volunteered to join Violet and Fame for a sleepover.

And now, Violet, Fame and Adore found themselves in the battle of the bored-est; Fame was stuck in a cycle of indecisiveness as she changed around her MySpace theme for the fourth time that evening; Violet was surrounded with a mess of old clothes from her closet on the floor; and Adore, well she was stuffing her face with pizza as waited for Courtney to text her back.

It felt as if things had never changed as Courtney was complaining about her grandmother, who Adore wasn’t too happy to hear had moved in. It had actually come as a shock to Adore. Yes, she noticed Muriel around more often in the neighborhood, but Adore never would have thought that she’d move in.

If only Adore could have been there for that conversation between Courtney and Karen.

Adore knew that it would be the thing she would always regret the most about pushing Courtney away--all the time and moments she should have been there and she wasn’t. The stories she could have been a part of, but now would only hear secondhand, through Courtney’s animated storytelling.

Adore willed away regretful tears before they came. There was no reason to shed sad tears now. She and Courtney were in a better place now.

Maybe, with time, they could even be better than before.

“Ugh, no. I can’t do this!” Violet suddenly announced, crumpling up a blouse and tossing it across the room in frustration.

Adore arched an eyebrow, waiting for Violet to elaborate.

“What’s wrong?” Fame asked, only glancing over at Violet, who was now sitting with her arms crossed, a pout forming on her lips.

“Wassup, Vi? Can’t find your favorite skirt?” Adore joked.

“Shut up!” Violet snapped, “No, I-I’m just… I need a break. I’ve been conceptualizing this dress for nearly two weeks now. And I don’t even like the fabrics together. I mean they’re sooo, fu-cking tacky.” Violet emphasized her point by tossing clothes in the air around her.

“Yeah, and I can not with this theme. I really wanted a theme that would incorporate everything that I am.” Fame pushed her desk chair away from Violet’s computer.

“I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. You had one of the cutest themes in school,” Adore tried to reassure Fame.

“Yeah, but it didn't say ‘FAME!’' she threw her hands up giving her best spirit fingers. “When someone clicks on my page they should instantly know ‘this girl is not like the rest.’”

“Why don't you just, put some pictures of a chicken as your background, and I’m sure we can find an audio of chickens clucking on the internet and call it a day. I mean everyone will definitely know ‘this girl is not like the rest,’” Violet suggested, causing Adore to choke out a laugh.

“I’m not sure whether to be insulted or… because that was actually a pretty good idea-”

Fame’s answer was followed by Violet’s famous screech of, “Hell no!.

“What?” Fame questioned.

“You’re an idiot,” Violet shook her head, climbing on her bed and settling beside Adore. “Do not put chickens as your background and please do not even think about an audio of chickens clucking, because I will never visit your page ever again.”

“Ugh, whatever,” Fame rolled her eyes, before focusing on Adore. “What do you think?”

“I wanna dye my hair,” Adore responded, gladly leaving the chicken conversation behind.

“Wait, huh?”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Adore sat up, tucking her feet under herself. “I think it's time for a change.” She gestured to the two-toned black to a faded blue greyish hair upon her head, the turquoise dye from the summer almost completely gone.

“Wh-” but before Fame could even finish her sentence, Violet let out something between a squeal and a roar of excitement, shocking the other two girls, as she bounded off the bed and started digging through her closet.

“Fame, come on, put on your shoes. We have to do this before she changes her mind. I mean, I had planned to just cut all her hair off tonight in her sleep, but this is so much better!”

“Wait, what?! OUCH!” Adore tumbled off the bed, trying to untangle her legs from beneath her.

By the time she was right side up, Violet and Fame already had their jackets and shoes on their feet.

“You wanted to cut my hair?”

“Adore, only in theory,” Fame tried to reassure her, “now put on your shoes and let's go.”

Adore swatted her hand away, “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“No, but neither did you. You were the one walking around here like some kind of dehydrated smurf, these last few months, so let's go.”

Violet began to pull Adore out of the room before she could even get her shoes on.

“Ugh, I don’t even know why you let it get this far.” Violet shook her head, whipping the dye together in the bowl.

“Tell me about it...” Fame’s disappointed tone made Adore smile. “The blue was fading three months ago. Violet, I told her to let me handle it back then.”

“She doesn’t listen.” Violet rolled her eyes as Fame draped an old towel around Adore’s shoulders.

But in spite of being the object of their derision, Adore felt amazing. In the drug store earlier, she’d chosen a bright, fiery, cherry-red. It would be glorious, a real statement--and it wouldn’t interfere with the play, since she’d be wearing a nun habit the whole time anyway. She was practically bouncing as she sat on the toilet seat in Violet’s small bathroom.

“You both just need to focus on not fucking my hair up. Because if I end up bald because of you two, I’m ready to fight,” Adore joked.

“We know what we’re doing,” Violet reassured her.

“Honestly, all this kinda makes me want to dye my hair,” Fame shrugged, looking thoughtfully at her reflection.

“Omigod! Please go red with me,” Adore begged excitedly. She loved the idea of more people joining in on the fun.

“Hmm, maybe. Not that bright though, maybe a bit more auburn-ish.”

“That… would look so good on you.” Violet’s eyes lit up at the idea of Fame’s famously blonde hair a darker red.

“You think?” Fame tossed her hair, fluttering her lashes at both of them.

“Yes, let’s do it!” Adore cried, gung-ho and excited, bouncing up out of the chair.

“Calm down, bitch,” Violet said, shoving her back into the chair. “One victim at a time here at Chez Violette.”

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Fellatio Eros

@atc74 @alleiradayne @arrowsandmixtapes @captain-s-rogers for #OC appreciation day 2020

Warnings: Explicit smut, swearing, amnesia

Word count: 4583

Pairing: Sam x OFC

Summary: Sam gets hit with a witch's curse. Again. Magical blowjobs. I have no excuse for this.

It took the combined strength of both Rhea and Dean to get Sam from the car to the bunker’s infirmary.

Rhea slipped out from under Sam’s arm with a groan as she watched the sleeping hunter’s face. His skin was tan against the starched white sheets and his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks. They didn’t even know what the witch had hit him with, let alone how long it would take him to wake up.

She glanced up to see Dean studying the dusty bottles of rubbing alcohol on the shelf against the far wall with a familiar gleam in his eyes.

‘That stuff will make you go blind.’ The older hunter only grunted and turned to face her, his gaze pointedly avoiding his brother’s unconscious form.

So quick she almost missed it, a flash of pain crossed his features. ‘I’m gonna patch Sam up, why don’t you start going through the lore to see if we can find what she did to him? We can take it in turns watching him in case he wakes up.’

It spoke to how shaken he was that he didn’t argue with her; just trudged back into the warren of corridors towards the library; trailing dust and what might’ve been chalk powder behind him.

Cas wouldn’t be back for a few hours yet, and without his healing grace, Sam’s wounds would need cleaning and stitching. Ignoring the drag of exhaustion on her eyelids, Rhea set about gathering first aid supplies. Most of the stuff left in the bunker was years out of date but the bandages and suture material were viable and together with the leftovers from her own kit, she managed to cobble together enough to patch up the sleeping hunter.

Her hands were steady as she cut the layers of flannel and cotton apart to get to the lacerations on his chest, the familiar push and pull of the needle through flesh helped to distract her from the taut muscle and faint trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans.

When she was done, she lingered by his bedside, a sick feeling settling in her stomach. All four of them had been thrown about, cursed, shot and kidnapped but against her better judgement, Rhea had developed a soft spot for the younger Winchester.

Silvery light slanted down from the high windows set into the wall, painting the room in shades of moonlight and midnight; silver and white and grey; deep shadows in the hollow of his throat and beneath both of their eyes.

The infirmary was only room in the bunker that let in natural light - probably something to do with fresh air being good for recovery - even if the windows were made from bulletproof glass and warded within an inch of their lives.

Finally, she forced herself to step back, her joints popping as she settled onto the bed adjacent to Sam’s. With fumbling fingers, Rhea pulled the string on the solitary lamp beside the bed, extinguishing the wavering circle of golden light that surrounded them. The sheets were scratchy beneath her cheek but within moments she had dropped into dreamless sleep.

At some point Cas had returned, and she found him sitting at the foot of her bed when she woke. Blinking groggily, she sat up, mumbling a greeting to the dark-haired angel.

‘Hello, Rhea.’ Like Dean, Cas had deep shadows beneath his eyes and his normally gravelly voice was even rougher than usual.

‘Could you watch Sam while I take a shower?’ Dirt and dust coated her hair and her skin felt distinctly greasy – both sensations that she profoundly disliked.

Cas nodded his silent assent as she rose stiffly from the bed. With a wince, she realised that she’d left a silhouette of muck on the pristine bedsheets.

A bone-deep weariness had settled into her as she slept; perhaps even before that, as she’d hauled her best friend into the infirmary. Running out on this life wasn’t a thought that often crossed her mind, but when it did, it hit her like a freight train.

Cas had used his grace to heal Sam while they both slept, and as she traced the newly-smooth skin with her eyes, she imagined his steady, long-fingers hands wrapped around a lawnmower, a mug of coffee in a sunlit kitchen, her waist in a moonlit bedroom. Domestic, normal things that neither of them could ever have. And one silly, selfish fantasy that she wouldn’t ever act on.

The promise of a hot shower was exquisite, and it almost pushed the bullshit of the day from her mind as she skirted around the foot of Sam’s bed towards the door. She had one foot in the hallway when a soft groan floated from behind her.

Rhea whirled around so quickly that her braid whacked her in the eye. Blinking and swearing, she rushed back over to the bedside next to Cas.

Sam let out another long groan as he blinked groggily and brushed tangled strands of hair from his face.

‘Shit, Sam you scared the hell out of us.’ Her shoulders sagged in visible relief. ‘Get-’ She turned to Cas, but all she saw was the hem of his trench coat disappearing through the doorway. ‘…Dean.’

‘Where am I?’ Sam’s voice was rough with sleep as he glanced around the room, eyes flitting over the rows of beds and trolleys of dusty medical equipment.

‘You’re in the infirmary. We-‘

‘Who are you?’

Rhea froze, a sensation like ice creeping through her veins as she suddenly noted the lack of recognition in the hunter’s features; the uncharacteristic blankness on a face that was usually so expressive.

‘I’m Rhea. We met two years ago on a case in North Dakota.’ She spoke slowly, hoping against hope that he’d be able to reach for his memories; that he’d just decided to be a dick and prank her.

His brows furrowed, and her heart broke as no recognition entered his gaze.

There was a thunder of footsteps and Dean came flying into the room, Cas in tow. There wasn’t time to warn him before he had his arms wrapped around his brother; buried his face in his hair.

‘Sammy, I –‘

‘Who the hell are you?’ Sam untangled himself from Dean, pushing him away none-to-gently as he swung his legs to the floor.

‘C’mon man, are you messing with me?’ Dean’s voice had an edge to it now, painful and raw and desperate.

‘He doesn’t remember us. He doesn’t remember anything.’ She spoke softly, eyes never leaving Sam as his gazed shifted between the three of them, barring his way to the door. They had no idea how much of his fighting ability he’d retained, but if he decided he wasn’t going to sit quietly then things could get messy.

‘Since I have no idea who you people are, I’m gonna go.’

Rhea started forwards, pressing her hands to his chest.

Sam strained against her, hard enough that she was tempted to use her geas; magically granted gifts of strength, speed and agility granted to her for helping several Seelie fae. Those same fae might be able to restore Sam’s memories, but they were half a world away in her homeland.

‘Dean.’ There was a scuffle of boots and he joined the fray, hands on his brother’s shoulders as together they tried to wrestle the taller man back onto the bed. ‘Fuck!’

She ducked as Sam swung a wild haymaker, his fist passing over her head. Dean wasn’t so lucky – there was a meaty crunch as knuckles met jawbone, forcing the elder Winchester to stumble backwards.

‘Cas put him the fuck to sleep!’

Sam flinched as the angel moved towards him, but wasn’t quite quick enough to dodge the two fingers he pressed to his forehead. The hunter went down like a sack of bricks, knees buckling as he collapsed half-across the infirmary bed.

There was a moment of shocked silence as the trio stared mutely at Sam, who had started to snore. Wordlessly, Rhea and Dean moved as one to position Sam’s long legs back onto the bed and prop a pillow beneath his head.

‘I’m gonna take a shower.’ She flashed the men a thin smile as she headed for the door. They’d want space, she knew, for Cas to cup Dean’s bruising jaw and tell him in his gravel-rough voice that Sam would be okay. For Dean to rest his forehead against the angel’s and close his eyes, drawing strength from the contact.

Their relationship was the worst-kept secret in the bunker, but it was only fair to give them at least the illusion of secrecy.

Little puffs of dust erupted from each twist of her braid as she waited for the shower to run hot. Once steam filled the room, she stepped beneath the stream and pressed her forehead to the still-cool tiles as she watched the water run brown with dried blood and dirt.

By the time she was done, she was clean and the drain was filthy, but it was only the work of a moment to give the tiles a rinse so that Sam didn’t give her another bollocking for blocking the drain with her hair; the hypocrite that he was. When he remembered her. If he remembered her.

She braided her damp hair back as she headed towards the infirmary. Cas was still sat at the end of the bed beside Sam’s, eyes following the slow dance of dust motes in the moonlight. She took the lack of Dean’s presence to mean that he had headed back to the library.

‘I’ll take over here, Cas.’ He turned to face her; ocean-deep eyes almost glowing in the low light. It wasn’t hard to see why Dean had fallen in love with the angel. ‘Make sure Dean takes a break at some point.’

Cas nodded his assent and then with a whisper of fabric he was gone. With a sigh, Rhea brushed as much of the dirt she’d left on the bed off as she could before settling down. Wrapping herself in the blanket she’d brought from her own room, she lay facing the sleeping hunter. The fleece was soft beneath her cheek as she closed her eyes, cushioning her bruised heart as well as her body.

It had been near dawn when Dean had gently shaken her awake and wordlessly taken her over her vigil in the infirmary. She hadn’t needed to ask if he’d found answers – the greyish cast to his complexion and the slump of his shoulders had told her all she needed to know.

The ancient grandfather clock in the library showed half past eleven by the time she pulled a leather-bound tome of ancient Greek mythology into her lap. Despite the few hours of sleep she’d managed to get in the infirmary, she felt heavy and slow, eyes burning from translating near-indecipherable texts and copious amounts of dust. Mechanically turning pages, hope long fizzled out, she almost missed it.

‘Dean. Dean.’ Rhea shot up from the table, clutching the book to her chest. They met each other half-way, nearly crashing into one another in the hallway as Dean careered towards the sound of her voice. ‘I think I found it.’

Dean’s eyes were wild, his hair sticking up haphazardly on one side of his head.

‘This book talks about Circe.’

‘Wait, Cersei as in ‘Game of Thrones, fucks her brother’ Cersei?’ Dean’s eyebrows furrowed; lips parted slightly as his eyes traced over the page.

‘No, Circe.’ She tapped the name on the paper. ‘As in the ancient Greek sorceress.’

Heart thundering, she showed him the illuminated image on the page; a dark-haired woman in a flowing purple chiton - arms spread - surrounded by three young women. ‘In the stories, she tricked sailors into resting in her home then turned them into pigs. She also specialised in memory-erasing spells.’

‘You think it was her we dusted then?’ Rhea chewed on her lower lip, worrying the flesh between her teeth.

‘I don’t think so – she’s one of the only witches who didn’t care about eternal youth and all that shite. But she did take on plenty of apprentices. It could’ve been one of them.’

‘Do we know how to break the spell?’ Her shoulders slumped as she closed the book, a puff of dust rising from the paper. That terrible weight settled itself back into Dean’s features.

‘We’ll find something. We have to.’ Her voice was soft as she leant heavily against the wall. The Black Grimoire and the sorceress with the power to use it were both MIA, and the next most powerful witch in the Northern hemisphere couldn’t leave the bonnie banks of Scotland. ‘Maybe there’s something in the archives. I could-‘

‘Kid, you need to take a break.’ She narrowed her eyes at him, resenting both the nickname and the suggestion. ‘Don’t give me that look, you’ve been working for nearly six hours straight. Get something to eat. Cas ‘nd I will start on the archives.’

At any other time she would have argued. Hell – it probably would’ve turned into a shouting match. But she was bone-tired and heart-sick for a man who didn’t even remember her name.

‘Alright, I’ll grab some take-out and coffee.’ She leant into the older hunter as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. ‘But no banging in the archives, last time-‘

‘Hey! Enough.’ Dean shoved her away, indignance shining in his eyes.

Rhea snorted as she rolled her shoulders, stretching out some of the tension.

‘You break it, you buy it.’ And despite the shitty situation, despite the tension that smothered them, he smiled. She counted that as a win.

Cas and Dean were nowhere to be found when she returned an hour later, laden with the least disgusting of the take-out options in Lebanon and several bags of coffee beans. After putting the coffee away, she padded through the labyrinth of hallways to find the others.

The archive was quiet when she entered, a colossal mess the only sign that the two men had been there recently.

‘Guys? I got takeout.’ There was a sudden rustling of paper from behind the shelves and a dishevelled-looking Castiel appeared. It was odd seeing the angel in just his shirtsleeves, but the look was oddly endearing. Rhea raised one eyebrow as she tilted her chin and waited for the inevitable emergence of a half-dressed Dean from behind the shelves.

Instead, Cas only glanced over her shoulder at something. She turned to find Dean in the hallway, hands in pockets and a bemused expression on his face.

‘What?’

‘Nothing.’ She chuckled quietly as she shook her head, braid swinging with the motion. ‘Did you find anything?’

‘That’s why I was looking for you.’ Dean squeezed past her, not-so-subtly brushing against Cas as he went. After a moment of shuffling though a pile of loose paper, he thrust something out at her. On instinct, she took it.

The tube was small and silver, with lettering engraved along one side. Judging from the size, shape and the edge that ran around its circumference near the base…

‘Lipstick?’ Her gaze darted between the two men.

‘The Men of Letters called it ‘Cupid’s Kiss.’’ Cas held out a sheaf of papers stamped with the familiar seal of the ancient organisation. ‘It was found somewhere in Greece before being stored here.’

Her eyebrows drew together as she scanned the yellowing document.

‘That can’t be right…’ Tucking the lipstick into her palm, she gingerly took the folder form Cas. ‘Cupid was a Roman god of love. If this is Greek, then it should be…’ Eros. God of erotic love. Unease prickled at the back of her neck as she set the papers down on an upturned crate. ‘How does it work?’

Dean scratched absently at the day-old stubble peppering his jaw. ‘The old coots reckoned it was a ‘true love’s kiss bullshit’ kinda deal.’ She could see where this was going. ‘So you just need to put it on, lay one on Sammy and the curse should be broken.’

Rhea scowled faintly at the green-eyed hunter. ‘Why me? Couldn’t Cas do it?’

The angel’s eyes went wide with panic as she rounded on him.

‘I do not wear lipstick.’ She snorted, her fingers absently tracing the engravings on the side of the tube. The feeling of unease had settled in the pit of her stomach; heavy and foreboding. Sliding her phone from her back pocket, she absently listened to Dean try to convince Cas to try guyliner as she tapped into the translation app. The lettering was just visible enough for the camera to pick it up and she tapped one booted foot as she waited for the translation to appear.

A quiet groan slipped past her lips as the screen flashed with the engraving in English. Whoever created this thing had a filthy sense of humour.

‘What is it?’ Cas and Dean angled themselves to try and catch a glimpse of her phone before she hastily shoved it back into her pocket. Not suspicious at all.

‘Nothing.’ She cleared her throat, fingers twisting the cap of the tube until it came loose with a soft pop. ‘Just the name of the sorcerer who made it.’ She had expected the lipstick to be a garish shade of pink or red, but the cream stick was wine-dark; the colour of old blood.

A flash of panic made her heart skip as Dean made to follow her from the dusty archives. From the sideways glance he threw her, it wasn’t hard to imagine that she must look like a deer in the headlights.

‘I’ll meet you back in the library, with Sam.’ She pasted on what she hoped was a reassuring smile. When Dean looked ready to argue, she cut him off with a raised eyebrow. ‘Do you really want to see me making out with your unconscious brother?’

That made him pause, but the elder hunter still seemed like he was gearing up for a sulk of epic proportions.

‘Fine.’ Thank Chuck. ‘Coming Cas?’ The dishevelled angel followed the hunter into the corridor with a tired smile in her direction. The small tube in her back pocket seemed to burn through the denim as she headed in the opposite direction.

How the hell was she going to do this?

She made a quick stop in her room to apply the damnable lipstick before heading to the infirmary. The wine-dark shade almost matched her hair, free and thick around her face now that she’d spent several minutes messing about with it. Procrastinating.

The woman in the mirror stared back with the same blue-grey eyes, the same broad, high cheekbones. She pulled a face at herself; a silly, childish gesture but it did something to loosen the knot in her belly.

Sam was still asleep when she entered the infirmary; shafts of sunlight slanting from the high windows to illuminate the broad planes of his face. It would be easier, less awkward to let him remain unconscious while she did this, but her conscience wouldn’t let her do that to him. To rob him of consent and free will.

Instead, she brushed one calloused palm over his forehead, sweeping back a few errant strands of hair. His eyes flickered behind eyelids permanently bruised by a lifetime of too much worry and not enough sleep, the delicate pink tracery of veins almost glowing in the mid-day sun.

‘Sam? Sam you need to wake up.’ Her voice shook and her chest ached. She was scared; in a way that vampires and ghouls could never affect her. The hunter squinted against the light as he quickly came to – even angel-induced somnolence couldn’t override almost three decades of training.

‘Who are you?’ He searched her face, eyes skimming over the crease between her brows, the fullness of her painted mouth. Her throat ached around the tightness that threatened to overwhelm her. Before she replied, she cupped his jaw in her palm and leant down until there was barely a breath between them.

‘Someone who can give you your memories back.’ She swallowed thickly. ‘Someone who loves you.’

She closed her eyes as she pressed her lips to his; kissed him once, twice before he responded, tilting his head to slant his mouth over hers. As tempted as she was to continue the kiss – especially as Sam bit down gently on her lower lip - it wasn’t going to bring his memories back.

Breath coming in ragged gasps, she kissed her way down his jaw, pleased to see the dark smear of lipstick on his mouth – at least that would keep Dean and Cas from getting too suspicious. Sam groaned as she pressed butterfly-light kisses down his neck, down the path of skin revealed by the ruin of his shirt.

‘If you want me to stop…’ She wanted – needed – to give him the choice, to know that he wanted this, wanted her, even if he didn’t know who she was. She deal with consequences if – when – his memories came back.

‘Don’t stop.’ The words were a rough breath, riding an undercurrent of dark lust. Lean muscle jumped beneath velvet soft skin as she flattened her hand over the solid plane of his abdomen. The other was splayed over his thigh and she was sure that he would be able to feel her heated skin through the denim.

She was going to combust – the desperate lust and hope that she’d kept pent up for over a year shifting into something molten and burning. A fine tremor shivered through her hands as she worked the buckle on Sam’s jeans, the supple leather cool beneath her fingers. The hunter groaned quietly as she brushed over the hardness just below.

Urgency pushed her to yank at the fastening, to pull his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock. The material bunched around his thighs couldn’t be comfortable in the slightest but Sam only watched her; a startling intensity burning in his hazel eyes as she wet her painted lips, no doubt smearing the lipstick even more.

Her first taste of him was almost sweet as she ran her tongue lightly over the flared tip, the warm flesh taut and smooth on her tongue. He was bigger than she’d had in a long time – maybe ever – so it was all she could do to take him as far as she could, to hollow her cheeks and tighten around him as she used her hands to encircle the base of his cock.

Despite herself, an errant moan escaped her as the hunter tangled long fingers into her blood-red hair and pulled. Sam’s answering moan added to the symphony as the vibrations travelled along his shaft; joining the wet-slick sounds of her lips on him and the creak of the metal-bed frame as he rocked his hips up into her mouth.

Lipstick was smeared in wine-dark streaks along the length of his cock, almost matching the flush that was steadily creeping down his neck; a lovely contrast to his sandy colouring. The ache in her knees was nothing compared to the insistent throbbing between her legs and the way she could feel the slick pooled there every time she shifted, trying to achieve some kind of relief.

Soon enough, she was lost to the act; the way that he urged her to take more of him, the shift of hunters’ muscles beneath increasingly flushed skin becoming as familiar to her as her own name. She hadn’t lost a scrap of clothing, or received anything by the way of stimulation and yet she was more worked up than she’d been with any of the few one-night-stands she’d had on the road.

‘Fuck, Rhea.’ The use of actual words was almost jarring in the dusty silence of the infirmary. Her head popped up, eyes wide and wild as she gaped up at him. Sam seemed just as shocked as she was by the outburst. He’d said her name. He’d remembered.

She surged upwards, the kiss hot and urgent, the taste of him on both their tongues as he held on tighter, tighter. But the curse wasn’t broken yet; so with renewed fervour she swallowed him down, nose almost brushing his pubic bone with each pass. She could feel him tightening under her tongue and it wasn’t a surprise when he came – spurting hotly into the back of her throat.

His head was still tipped back when she pulled her mouth off him with a slick sound and glanced up. The late-afternoon sunlight loved his throat and jawline; turning his skin the colour of molten honey. Shafts of light slanted from the high windows, illuminating each strand of hair in a thousand shades of gold; delicately wrought and glistening like sunstone. His breaths came heavily, chest rising and falling deeply as he fought to calm his thundering heartbeat.

She slowly rose to her feet, knees aching in protest as she watched his face carefully, warily. Rhea rolled the little metal tube between her fingers, tracing the delicate engravings. It was a long moment before Sam opened his eyes and there was a clarity in his gaze that hadn’t been there before.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Sam.’ The words tripped over her tongue as they tumbled from her lips. ‘We couldn’t find another way and Dean was getting frantic and this is all we could find.’ She waved the lipstick vaguely as she barrelled on. ‘I know it’s shitty but we needed you back and-‘

‘Rhea.’ His hands were warm against her skin as he gripped her wrists. ‘It’s alright.’

Her heart raced hell-for-leather, slamming against her ribcage as Sam held her gaze.

‘It’s just-‘ But the hunter cut her off.

‘Trust me.’ Hazel eyes gazed up at her, shining with such sincerity that her knees wobbled ever-so-slightly. ‘What just happened was something I’ve thought about for a long time. Minus the curse-induced amnesia.’ A small crease appeared between his brows as they furrowed. ‘Though next time I doubt you’ll need the help of…’ Sam tilted his head as he raised her hand that still clutched the silver tube. ‘A kiss beneath the waist.’

The hunter snorted quietly at the translation as Rhea silently thanked god that Dean couldn’t read ancient Greek. Cas, however, was another matter altogether; but if he going to tell Dean what the engraving actually meant he probably would’ve done it well before she’d returned to the bunker.

‘I told…’ Breaking off, she took a steadying breath and attempted to ignore the heady rush of relief and the still-present ache between her legs. ‘I let Cas and Dean believe that it would only take a kiss to break the spell.’

Sam’s gaze caught on the way she tugged her lower lip between her teeth; the taste of cherries and wine and something darker filling her mouth as her tongue passed over the remains of the lipstick, almost-but-not-quite overpowering the salty aftertaste of Sam that lingered in her mouth.

‘Don’t worry, I doubt I’ll be telling my brother about this anytime soon.’ The hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but something far more predatory remained in his eyes. He stood for the first time in hours, towering over her as her kept a firm but gentle hold of her wrists. ‘I do plan on returning the favour later though.’

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BNHA Headcannon: You Go To A Haunted House And They End Up Losing You

Author’s Note: So this actually happened to me. I went into a Haunted House with my younger brother and we were having a good time. Haunted Houses don’t scare me because I used to work at them. I’ve worked at this particular haunted house for five years. I’m used to making jokes when going through them. However, I ended up losing my brother during the Haunted House this year and started panicking. He was too freaked out by one of the chainsaws so he had to leave. Thankfully, we ended up finding each other when I exited the building. The scariest part of the whole thing wasn’t the Haunted House but me thinking I lost my brother or that he was hurt somewhere. Chainsaws were nothing compared to thinking that he was gone. So I decided to write this little BNHA head cannons of what would happen if you and your boyfriend were separated and lost each other during one. Now that the introduction is out of the way, let’s continue.

Didn’t really like the idea of going into a Haunted House.

But since you’re his precious girlfriend he went with you, despite all rational thoughts that he shouldn’t be here.

Admires the decorations up front and the makeup details all of the people were wearing.

Of course, you two dressed up as well. With him as a spooky ghost and you as a witch.

Took a few photos of you because gosh darn it he loves you and you’re so cute.

Was getting nervous when you two approached the entrance to the attraction and instinctively grabbed your hand.

His heart exploded when he was told to go.

Creeped out the whole time and flinched every time there was a jump scare.

Doesn’t like the clown horns. They get him every time.

Your kisses however called him down a lot and helped him get through the worst of it.

However, he got spooked out by a Leatherface looking at him eerily with an active chainsaw and he booked it.

Eventually, he stopped once he no longer heard the sound of a chainsaw after him.

He however, starts to panic when he realizes you’re nowhere to be found.

Asks a couple of people if they’ve seen you but they don’t.

Doesn’t want to overreact and knows you can take care of yourself.

Decides to get through the rest of this Haunted House quickly so he can find you.

Brave hero Deku blazes through the rest of the spooky stuff because he was too preoccupied to find you.

Eventually, gets back to the entrance and desperately starts searching for you.

Finds you holding a poor kid in your arms. The kid is crying and wants his mommy.

You explain that you found the poor kid crying and refusing to go on further.

Picking him up, you took one of the emergency exits and left telling the staff that there was a lost boy who was looking for his mom.

Is relieved you’re okay but begs you next time to let him know so that way he doesn’t have to worry.

He also admires your kindness to help this poor kid out.

The child reunites with his mom and Izuku explains the rest of what you missed while you were busy.

He was very adamant about not going to this but you tried every trick in the book until he accepted.

The only thing that convinced him to go was when you called him a chicken and that you would ask Deku to go since he’s brave.

“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?! LIKE HELL DEKU IS BRAVER THAN ME! I’LL GO WITH YOU TO THE SHITTY HOUSE!”

And just like that you were here with your growling boyfriend who only came here because of your teasing.

He was dressed as a werewolf and you were little red riding hood.

Takes a sneak photo of you when you were admiring the decorations and makes it his lockscreen.

Almost gets into a fight with one guy because Katsuki thought he was checking out your ass.

Eventually, the two of you made your way inside.

Had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you close into him.

Wasn’t all that bothered by the employees but the loud sound effects were kind of annoying.

Thought some of the gore was pretty cool though.

Eventually, the two of you had to climb up a ladder and he went first so he didn’t have to hear anymore of the loud horns.

Waited at the top for you even though he was impatient and started to wonder what the hell is taking so long.

Goes down and frowns when he realizes you’re not down there. Starts yelling for you and walking the opposite way despite the protests of the employees.

Internally starts worrying that you got too scared or some shitty villain kidnapped you while you two were out.

Hates himself for going up the ladder first rather than you going first or together.

Hears distant screams out on the exits and runs out it.

See’s you glaring down at the creep who was eyeing you earlier.

That’s when you explain when you climbed up the ladder, the pervert flipped up your skirt and made disgusting comments about your body.

You punched him in the face and went after the sicko when he ran off.

Katsuki’s eyes blazed with fury and he kicked the creep in the stomach.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! TREAT MY GIRL LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I’LL KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME?!”

You cheered him on in the back, which made Katsuki’s chest swell with pride.

Katsuki took you both back to his place for his own Halloween fun with you~

At first, he thought you meant like an actual haunted house like with pagan rituals and spirits.

“You want us to have a date at the Ancient Ram Inn?”

“Shoto, that’s not what I meant!”

You had to clarify what exactly you mean by a haunted house.

He decided to go, since you were very adamant about going yourself.

Of course you two dressed up as Dracula and his bride.

Took a selfie together because Shoto with his hair slicked to the side is something you love with all your heart.

Shoto admired all the pumpkin carvings and you two promised to carve on some pumpkins together.

As the both of you were getting closer to the entrance, he noticed how stiff you had become.

Asks if you were okay and you assured him nothing was wrong.

Didn’t think much of it and went into the Haunted House with you.

Wasn’t scared during the attraction and just focused on holding your hand and not tripping on any props.

Wonders how that person can see without their head and how they got some of the props to move.

He sees a man in a pig mask with a chainsaw and takes off running with you.

Didn’t like the chainsaw noise and he wasn’t sure why. It just made him uncomfortable.

However, he realizes that your hand slipped away from his and starts to fret over what happened to you.

Heads back, calling your name and desperately trying to find out where you were.

Thinks he’s a terrible boyfriend for not realizing you were missing and he should have noticed sooner.

Is thinking about calling the police but he eventually finds you huddled in a dark corner whimpering.

Quickly scoops you into his arms and holds you closely to him.

Asks what happened and you explained that you got too scared and accidentally let go of his hand.

He feels like an idiot for not noticing that you were freaking out earlier before they even started the Haunted House.

Carries you the rest of the way through as your head is buried into his arms.

Shoots ice cold glares at anyone who gets to close.

The two of you exit the Haunted House and he kisses you on the cheek saying that you two could just stick to carving pumpkins instead.

Mentions how UA is throwing a Haunted House and invites you to join in on the fun.

Wanting to be the supporting wife, you agree.

He was dressed up as a skeleton, you called him handsome and he couldn’t stop blushing after that compliment.

You are dressed up as Morticia Addams and Toshi is living for it.

Call him mon cher in a sexy voice and he’ll cough out blood.

You two are going to be Gomez and Morticia Addams together next year.

Loves how you interact with some of the kids and compliment their costumes, thinks you’re so lovely.

You kiss him under the black rose mistletoe and he almost fainted.

Midnight and Present Mic tease him about the red lipstick that’s on him and he rushes to the bathroom to wipe it off.

You two decide to participate in the Haunted House for fun and began your adventure together.

Toshi admires how creative the students got with their quirks when they did the attraction and compliments all of them.

Thought using Bakugou’s explosion as the sound effect was cool but very jarring to his poor ears.

Suddenly, he notices you aren’t behind him and begins nervously looking around for you.

Wonders when he lost you or if you got distracted along the way.

Starts getting more concerned when he doesn’t see anyone else around.

Thinks you might have gotten hurt and is ready to head to the exit to call in a search party for you when he was making no progress.

He then see’s a bloody Mina say in a creepy voice.

“The Devil King has the fair maiden....you must rescue her...”

Without fail, he continued on and ended up seeing you wrapped in tape courtesy of Sero while the Devil King Kirishima laughed wickedly.

“I have captured the lovely woman and she will become my bride! And not even you Skeleton King can stop me!”

Looks at you with a playful look in his eyes.

“You have nothing to worry about my love! For I AM HERE!”

With his best All Might voice he raced to you and scooped you into his arms.

“Haha! Very clever Skeleton King! But you’ll have to get passed my minions first!”

Sees more of Class 1-A in scary costumes but he continues playing the part of the hero and rescuing you away from these nefarious foes.

The two of you made it back to the entrance and ended up laughing at the ridiculous stunt the students pulled on you two.

Even though he retired as All Might, he was still the hero of your little adventure.

However, you did reward Toshi with an extra special treat for rescuing you that night~

Why of all the things did Nezu agree for the students to have a Haunted House attraction set up at UA?

He sees them enough as it is, why can’t he catch a break?

You come along for the ride to help and keep your husband company.

Forces him to be more festive and wear a Halloween costume.

He’s a mummy and you’re Cleopatra.

The kids snicker when they see his getup and he’s not amused in the slightest.

He does think you look beautiful in your costume though and is appreciative that you took the time out of your day to help him out.

Gets mad at Mic when he mentions how gorgeous you are in the dress and Aizawa gets back at him with a fake spider.

The students insist that he goes through the Haunted House as they were close to wrapping up ha and he’s reluctant to go until you offer to go with him as support.

The two of you walk through the Haunted House as he’s mostly aggravated by the loud sounds and people.

However, he does notice how the scares get to you and he puts an arm around your waist to ease you.

Gets distracted when Bakugou starts a fight with Denki and scolds the two of them harshly.

But he’s lost sight of you as you went on ahead.

Starts going through the corn maze and hears a distant roar up ahead.

Along with your screams of terror.

“Shit.”

Starts picking up the pace as he worries about what was going on or if one of the students possibly took it too far.

Is ready to kick ass to keep you safe.

Your curled up in a ball shaking and tearing up as Tokoyami looks ashamed.

“I’m sorry sir. Dark Shadow got out of control and really terrified her.”

Will talk to him about it later but wants to get you somewhere safe.

Picks you up and takes you out one of the exits and rubs your back smoothly as he whispers words of assurances to you.

Eventually, you become calm and apologize for ruining it.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now, let’s get this place cleaned up so we can go home and sleep.”

He held you very close to him that night.

Why are you insistent on going to a Haunted House? The League of Villains is full of actual evil people!

You want to go for fun and he starts wondering if you were Toga in disguise.

Agrees to go to keep you safe and to make sure no horny pigs try to flirt with you.

Doesn’t dress up because he’s not going to go looking like some clown.

Although you tried to convince him that him being dressed up as the Grim Reaper would be super hot.

He might dress up like one next year since you said that though.

You dressed up as Harley Quinn and he can’t stop staring at your legs and ass.

Wants to disintegrate that costume and have his way with you.

As you’re both standing in line waiting, a guy in creepy Halloween costume started flirting with you.

Tomura wanted to kill him but you turned down the man with your response.

“Sorry but I’m happily taken with my boyfriend.”

The guy looked miffed but walked away.

Avoids eye contact and just sticks to being close at your side while you do most of the chatting with the ticket person.

Keeps his arm wrapped around your shoulder with a pinky out.

Gives everyone his death glare and some are too afraid to even try and scare him.

He did chuckle a few times when you got scared.

However, the two of you were stopped by some guy that had a mask and butcher knife with him.

He mocked your boyfriend about his creepy appearance and how you would have a much better night with him.

Tomura had enough of the guy and began choking him one hand against the wall.

“(Y/N) is mine and mine alone!”

With that, he turned to man to ash and that’s when he noticed you weren’t with him.

With a groan of frustration he went on ahead looking for you. He was really starting to regret coming here now.

Was getting kind of worried because he couldn't find you.

His hands start twitching and he's about ready to crumble this place to pieces.

Eventually, he heard the sound of a door slamming shut and he went out it.

That’s when he saw his girlfriend holding the man in a headlock as he was gagging for air.

You had a knife that Toga gave you as a birthday gift, up to his throat and threatening to slice him.

Tomura noticed it was the same man that had flirted with you in line as you explained to him and his buddy from earlier were attempting to kidnap you.

The friend was supposed to distract your boyfriend while you were going to be taken away from behind.

Unfortunately, the two idiots didn’t know you were both members of the League of Villains so that backfired on them.

Tomura witnessed as you killed the man as he begged for mercy, the leader was extremely giddy seeing his woman take down that chump with ease and no witnesses.

The two of you went home to celebrate the rest of Halloween and for Tomura to show who you truly belonged to~

Dabi thought it sounded like a huge waste of time.

But when he hears up you’re going dressed up as a sexy nurse and want him to play the part of the Mad Doctor, he’s in.

Because he wants you to do some roleplaying with him when you’re both finished.

It takes everything he has in him to not peel off that outfit slowly when he first sees you in it.

He does feel flattered when you comment on how handsome he looks as a doctor.

Keeps you close to his side so no assholes try anything on you.

Had a few people who really enjoyed his “makeup” to which he just shrugged and thanked them.

Someone is dressed up as the flame hero Endeavour, which made Dabi very grumpy.

To make Dabi laugh you use your telekinesis quirk to pull down the guys pants.

It works, Dabi loses his shit and laughs like a maniac.

The two of you began going through the Haunted House while making jokes all the way through it.

One of the demons comes up to you.

“Leave...”

“Okay.”

Dabi likes it whenever one of the jumpscares gets to you and he teases you for it.

You both groaned when you realized you had to crawl through a wooden pathway and Dabi went in first to get it over with.

It was a real pain to get through with his long doctor coat but he finally managed to make it through.

He was waiting for you and called out your name but you didn’t respond.

With a furrowed brows he kept calling your name over and over again but he still got no response.

Starting to get worried, he was about to crawl in and see where you went when he heard your voice call his name.

You explained to him that your top got stuck on one of the splinters and your shirt ended up getting ripped in the process.

Dabi felt relieved that you were okay but brushed it off by whistling that you were planning on giving him a show early.

You snapped at him that other people were beginning to crawl through as well and asked to borrow his doctor coat.

Being the best boyfriend he was, he gave you with white doctor trench coat to wear as you wrapped it around your torso.

You thanked him for the coat and Dabi said with a wink.

“You can thank me all you want to later babe.”

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