#it just IRKS me to the point of actually feeling a bit nauseous over it.

[scarletfasinera]

As much as I like Wanda, having to call her "Wanda Maximoff" still grates on my nerves & makes my skin prickle. It like gives me anxiety I think.

[bosspigeon]

not if it's you

Prompt: Day One: Cooking, Day Two: Cuddling💕 Pairing: Mason/Male Detective Words: 3293 Summary: Mason is sick. Mason's not supposed to get sick, but magic tends to not give a shit if you're a big, tough vampire man with a reputation to maintain. A prompt fill for @wayhavensummer that I wasn't sure I'd finish, but I'm glad I decided to. I combined two prompts into one, along with the inclusion of the bonus challenge, "love languages!" Juni's love language is Acts of Service~ CW for emetophobia. Nothing actually happens, but it is discussed!

“I’m not a vampire, Mason,” Juni said to him when he clicked on the lamp on his dresser and Mason growled loudly in protest. “I’m sorry, but I can’t see in the dark.”

Mason's growl became a long, low groaning noise as he dragged a pillow over his face. It helped more than he cared to admit, being immediately plunged into soothing darkness and smothered in the warm, sweet scent of the detective buried in his pillow.

Still, he feels like absolute shit.

The illness should run its course in just a few days, from what Juni’s relayed to him about Nate’s research—since he won’t leave Juni’s apartment (he’s not going to say can’t, because that implies weakness, implies that he couldn’t even if he wanted to, and he could, he just won’t, and that’s all there is to it) until he’s well, and refuses to go crawling to the Agency when he just needs to wait things out.

If he went to the Agency, he’d just be “waiting things out” the same as he is there, only he’d be doing it alone in a stiflingly empty observation room, bored out of his fucking skull until someone decided to come poke at him for science. At least here, he’s got Juni fussing over him.

It’s sort of… nice, being fussed over.

And Juni would be fussing whether Mason was here or not. He’d probably be driving himself crazy with worry, making himself sick with it, if Mason were stuck at headquarters without him, and the thought of that makes Mason feel even worse than he already does. It’s really best for the both of them that the vampire is here, buried in a metric fuckton of blankets (because even if he feels like he’s going to burn alive, the second he leaves them the sweat cools on his skin and leaves him trembling) looking into the blank, beady eyes of a patchwork plush cat.

His entire body aches, throbbing dully from the top down, but he reaches out with a heavy arm and turns it around so it’s not fucking staring at him anymore.

Juni’s been gone for a while, but Mason can hear him over the low ringing in his ears, puttering around in the kitchen. His senses are weakened by the bizarre magical illness Juni’s likened to the flu after hearing the symptoms, but he hears the detective humming quietly to himself, smells some spices and herbs he’s too exhausted to bother identifying over the low thrum of something metallic and familiar.

Mason's stomach growls at the same moment it churns. Hungry, but the very thought of consuming anything, blood included, makes him feel nauseous.

He doesn't know how Juni managed to sweet-talk Adam into handing over Mason's blood rations for the few days it would take this sickness to work its way through his body, but it makes him faintly irked he'll have to disappoint the detective when he tells him he doesn't even think his traitorous stomach can handle it, no matter how hungry he is. Juni always looks so pitiful when he can't help, soft doe eyes and pouty mouth and genuine, heartfelt distress rolling off him in waves. Mason groans into the pillow and comforts himself by drawing another detective-scented breath deep into his lungs.

And then Juni knocks on the doorframe (of his own fucking bedroom, because he's ridiculous, and Mason's chest squeezes) and calls, "Still alive in here?" softly teasing, his voice carefully lowered in deference to Mason's throbbing skull.

He makes a rough noise and tosses aside the pillow, because the only thing better than being buried in Juni-perfumed sheets is taking in the scent of him right from the source.

Juni always looks so different when he's at home. He relaxes, softens, like a bird coming to roost. His shoulders aren't so tense, his eyes stop darting like he's waiting for an attack (something Mason noticed even before Juni was actually under attack every other week) and he just, he looks settled and safe. After the shit he’s been through, he deserves to feel safe.

He opens his mouth to say something, but Mason just awkwardly squirms his way out of the blankets to free his arms enough to reach out.

"C'mere," he grunts.

Juni laughs, and the way his cheeks curve, the way they make his eyes crinkle at the corners, makes Mason hate whatever magic bullshit allowed him to get sick in the first place with a burning fury that feels like it's immolating him from the inside.

Or maybe that's the fever.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Juni teases when Mason growls. It's not as fierce as he hoped it would be, which is more than obvious when Juni only smiles indulgently at him.

He perches on the edge of the bed and smooths a hand over Mason's clammy forehead, making a soft, commiserating cooing noise. Mason wants to be annoyed, wants to growl again, complain about being coddled, but the sound that comes out of him is not a growl, or a curse, but a soft moan. He pushes up into Juni’s hand and closes his eyes.

“You’re still burning up,” Juni sighs, sinking his fingers into the vampire’s hair and scratching at his scalp. He moans again, lower and rougher. A little awkwardly, he adds, “Nate said you should, y’know, drink something.”

Mason’s stomach turns, and he grits his teeth and shakes his head.

“Mason.”

He shakes his head again, turning his face into the pillow again when it starts to make him dizzy. He wants to break something. He feels so pitiful.

“Mason, you’re not gonna get better if you don’t—”

“You ever seen someone puke blood, detective?” he snaps. Juni’s hand retracts sharply, and Mason keeps his eyes closed. He doesn’t want to see the hurt streaking across that soft, expressive face. “It’s not pretty,” he adds gruffly, and it takes all the strength in his flagging body to roll over and turn his back.

Juni’s quiet for a long moment, before soft fingers are sliding into his hair again,rubbing at the nape of his neck. “I had kind of a weird idea that might help, if you think you can stop pouting long enough to hear me out,” he says.

“You sure know how to sweet-talk a guy, huh?” Mason grumbles, but his body, an aching knot of sweaty tension, starts to slowly loosen up under the gentle petting.

Juni goes quiet again, and then, with a little laugh, he says, “Would it make you feel better if I told you you’re really cute when you’re all whiny?”

“How fucking dare you,” he snarls impotently into the pillow.

Juni laughs, and when Mason rolls over again to glower at him, he snorts trying to stifle it. “Do you want to hear my idea or not?”

“Not exactly in any position to stop you, am I?” Mason scoffs.

The detective pokes his nose. “Nope!” Mason nips at his finger, but his reflexes aren’t exactly great at the moment, and Juni just pulls it back with a smile. “I wanted to ask before I, like, ruined one of your blood rations for a weird experiment, but I’ve been doing research on different recipes that use blood—” “Why?” Mason interjects.

Juni flounders a bit, shoulders drawing up to his ears. “I… Well, I know you don’t like to eat human food, for good reasons, but sometimes I can convince Felix and Adam to try stuff I make, and Nate likes to eat sometimes, and I like… I like cooking for people? And I can’t really do that for you, because I know how overwhelming your senses can be, but you’ve said they’re kind of dull right now, so I thought maybe I could make, well… sort of a blood soup?"

Mason blinks at the detective.

Juni nervously babbles on to fill his befuddled silence. "If I thinned it out with a mild broth, I figured it would go down easier. And I know ginger is really strong on its own, but it also settles the stomach, and with the blood and the broth, it might help? I thought about adding some other things, but I tried to be picky with it, because even if your senses are dulled, I don't want to overwhelm you."

Mason chews it over, and even though he can tell his silence is making Juni nervous with every second that ticks by (fidgety, fussy, open and honest to a goddamned fault, a ball of nerves Mason wants to drag into bed and shield from the world) he can't really think of much to say, except, "Sure. Why the fuck not?"

"That's okay! I figured it was a long shot anyway, and—" Juni freezes, his knee-jerk anxious capitulation cutting off like he’s run into a brick wall. "What?"

"I'm already overwhelmed, sweetheart," Mason groans, and honestly, even talking is getting exhausting, his aching throat protesting every word he can manage to eke out. He wants Juni closer, wants to bury his face in his neck and hide like a wounded animal crawling its way home. "It honestly can't get worse at this point. If you think it'll help, I'll try it."

Juni still looks stunned, but is also clearly jangling with nervous excitement. Nate's used the term "puppyish enthusiasm" before when describing the way Juni lights up when he's actually able to help, and it's almost comically accurate.

Juni's bolted from the room before Mason's sluggish brain has a chance to even process the humor at the observation into a snort.

He's alone again, and if Juni were still here, he'd call what Mason's doing pouting, but he's scowling, damn it. Not that anyone's around to see it save for Juni's stuffed animals. He pulls the pillow to his chest, half-burying himself underneath the blankets again. He keeps his foggy focus stretched far enough to hear Juni in the kitchen again, making a game effort not to clatter around noisily and failing spectacularly. It's the thought that counts, Mason supposes.

It doesn't actually take all that long for him to come back, but it still feels like ages with how shitty Mason feels. He's painfully aware of every single ache in his body, radiating down to his bones, of the fever burning him up, the mutinous turning of his stomach even as it gnaws itself apart with hunger. He’s becoming so bogged down in the prison his ailing body has become, he almost doesn’t notice Juni pattering his way back into the room. Almost.

The second he crosses the threshold, Mason senses are honing in on everything they can about him, his smell, his warmth, the way his cozy sweater (it’s midsummer, for fuck’s sake, and sure the AC is cranked due to Mason’s fever, but it always is, because Juni’s body regulates temperature like a goddamned lizard and he hates the heat almost more than Mason does) makes him look soft and touchable. It takes him a long while to even notice the detective is carrying a tea tray with a bowl on it, as well as a glass of water, and when he does, he’s honestly not sure what to make of the smell.

Human food is overwhelming, usually. But usually, Mason’s sinuses aren’t swollen and borderline useless. Juni is walking as carefully as he can, and there is a palpable relief when he sets the tray down on his bedside table without incident. “I made the broth already, because I didn’t want it to take too long if you said yes. It actually smells, like, really good? Is that gross of me to say?”

Mason tries to push himself upright, and his muscles protest loudly enough that he can’t quite bite back a grunt of pain. Juni makes a sound like he’s been shot, and his hands are on Mason with an urgency that vibrates through his skin. Still, his touch is an instant balm to the vampire’s overwrought senses, his hands gentle as they ease him upright and fussily pile pillows behind him to support him. It fucking sucks to be so weak, but at least it’s only Juni seeing him like this. He can’t quite express why, when it feels like his head’s stuffed full of cotton, but he thinks it would suck a lot more if he were riding this out alone, or in a sterile room at HQ. He lolls his head towards Juni, his cheek smashing against one of a half-dozen goddamned pillows piled around him, and laughs weakly. “Gonna feed me too, Nurse Fenn?”

Juni blushes, and the usual rush of his blood doesn’t smack Mason in the face like usual, but it washes over him in a gentle wave of warmth, that tempting smell tickling the back of his tongue. “Do you need me to?” he asks, and it’s pretty clear he’s trying to make it sound teasing, but it comes out much more earnest than anything else.

Mason almost wants to say yes, but he also doesn’t want Juni to be in the splash zone if his stomach decides it can’t handle the detective’s little experiment. “Nah, I got it,” he grunts, reaching for the tray. It trembles dangerously when his shaking hands lift it, but Juni’s quick to steady it and guide it to his lap. He mutters a quiet thanks, and Juni mercifully doesn’t rib him for his uncharacteristic politeness. “You’d make a cute nurse, detective,” he says to cover the strangely loaded silence.

Juni laughs and sits on the edge of the bed, close but not quite touching. “I’m too squeamish,” he offers with a shrug that rubs their shoulders together.

“You just made me soup out of blood,” Mason says dully.

“I also have a borderline breakdown giving myself the same shot I’ve been giving myself every week for the last decade,” Juni retorts. “Do you really think I could do it for someone else?”

Mason snorts. “Probably not. Would kill to see you in one of those little dresses, though.”

The only thing protecting Mason from getting a hilariously ineffectual swat on the shoulder is the bowl of soup in his lap. He’s not even sure his current feeble condition would be enough to stop Juni otherwise. “Eat your soup, asshole,” Juni groans, covering his burning face with his hands. He peeks through his fingers after a moment’s hesitation, “And maybe I’ll show you the Halloween costume Tina got me as a joke a couple years ago when you’re feeling better.”

Mason’s whole body reacts to that, and he can’t be sure if the chill that rolls down his spine is due to the illness, or something else entirely. If nothing else, choking down some soup will be worth it, just for that promise.

The first spoonful goes down surprisingly easy. He doesn’t really taste much, at first, not even the coppery tang of blood. It’s thin, as Juni promised, so it doesn’t quite coat his mouth the same way fresh, raw blood would. Juni’s watching him with obvious concern, eyebrows scrunched together and plush bottom lip caught between his teeth. Either concern that Mason’s body is going to reject it fully, or he just won’t fucking like it. Probably both.

“It’s not too hot, is it?” Juni asks, touching Mason’s knee lightly through the blanket. He swallows his mouthful hard and bites down the urge to ask the human not to stop touching him.

“S’fine,” he grunts, trying to parse what exactly he makes of it at all. The warmth feels nice, soothing his raw throat. He takes another bite. He thinks he can sort of make out the individual spices underneath the taste of the blood and the broth (slightly watered down bone broth, he;d guess) but he can’t really smell them either. The ginger, at least, is obvious. He knows the smell enough to guess the taste, even with the complete lack of culinary experience. It’s, strangely enough, not horrible. It does taste mostly like thinned-out blood, which is weird, and gives him a sense of dissonance from the texture he expects blood to have. “Weird.”

Juni doesn’t seem to take offense to that. “Well, you’re not spewing it across the room like you’re possessed, at least, so weird is better than bad?” he laughs, squeezing Mason’s knee. “How’s your stomach?”

Mason takes a second to consider. “Not great, but not terrible.”

Juni almost deflates with relief. “And the taste? It’s not too much, is it? I can be kind of heavy-handed with my seasoning, so I tried to be really careful. It’s really only a pinch of salt, sage, and ginger, with a little bit of licorice root, which I know is kind of weird, but it’s good for sore throats?”

“Tastes like…” Mason screws up his face, realizing he has absolutely no context to work with. “I don’t know. I think I like it?”

Juni smiles like the goddamned sun, and it somehow makes his snarky little pet name for Mason that much funnier. “Really?”

Mason’s not sure he’d be saying the same thing if his senses weren’t dulled to near-uselessness by his traitorous body, but the way Juni looks, like he couldn’t be happier to be dealing with a sick, cranky vampire hogging his bed and sweating in his sheets, makes him bite his tongue. There’s always a brightness to the human when he brings food to the warehouse for Nate and Felix, he smiles so wide his face almost cracks when Adam crumples under the weight of those puppy eyes and takes the smallest portion of whatever concoction Juni’s brought to nibble on, and offers the most awkward compliment he can manage. Juni just likes doing things for people, providing for them any way he can. Food is his usual go-to, but if he can help at all, he’s happy.

I can’t really do that for you.

It almost makes Mason wish he could enjoy whatever the detective whips up in his cramped little kitchen, just to make him smile.

Christ, his brain must be more addled than he thought.

He manages a few more spoonfuls of soup before his stomach starts to feel uncomfortably full, but the gnawing hunger of going too long without drinking has gone away, and he doesn’t feel so much like he’s going to puke like he did earlier. He feels heavy, and tired, and honestly that’s one hell of an improvement. Juni’s quick to take the tray and spirit it off back to the kitchen, bending to press a quick kiss to Mason’s cheek before he goes, and when he returns, the vampire is slumped in his pillow nest and half-asleep, eyes shuttered to thin slits.

He feels more than he sees Juni approach, and when a gentle hand smooths over his clammy forehead, he pushes up into it with a raw, weak noise he has zero energy to be embarrassed by anymore. He reaches out blindly, tangles his fingers in the knit of his detective’s sweater, and tugs. He can’t be sure how it happens, a jumble of movement and complaining muscles, but Juni winds up in bed with him, slouched comfortably against the pillows so Mason can rest his head on the soft curve of his belly. The human plays idly, sweetly with his hair, twirling damp curls around his fingers.

“I’m sweaty,” Mason halfheartedly protests. Juni’s stomach rises and falls beneath his head. It feels like being on the ocean, like being rocked to sleep on quiet waves.

“I don’t mind,” Juni murmurs, thumb stroking the shell of his ear.

Before he can think of anything to say to that, he’s being pulled under, dozing off between one breath and the next.

[ltstarbuck18]

Post episode 3x06 The Rookie

“Chenford Has Some Feelings”

The drive back to the station was quiet. Lucy knew Tim was proud of her, but the look on his face when he said she “did good” was tinged with more. Sadness? Fear? Pity? She wasn’t completely sure. She knew better than to ask him now, when they were coming off all the adrenaline, and honestly, she felt kind of nauseous at the moment. So when Tim broke the silence, her head snapped up immediately, meeting his eyes in the rear view mirror.

“Lucy...” he said, so softly she wasn’t sure she’d heard it. Tim stopped the car and went around to her door, taking off her cuffs and letting her out. She looked at him and could see all the emotions crossing his face. He had parked the shop at the park near the station, the same one where his “Tim test” had ended with her covered in flour. He walked slowly to the nearest bench and sat down. Lucy sat next to him, wondering what was going on with him.

“Tim?” Lucy asked, putting a hand on his forearm, checking in with him. Tim sighed heavily. “It’s been a rough couple of days,” he said, brushing a hand roughly over his face. Lucy remembered his friend that he’d had to give cpr after an overdose. Lucy knew that had to be tough for him, given his history with Isabel. “Tim... what happened with Mack...it wasn’t-“ she started but he interjected. “Wasn’t my fault. Yeah, I know. But I did what I should have done with Isabel, and now there’s a wife with three boys who is no longer getting her husband’s pension, and that is completely my fault,” Tim said, his voice rough. “She said as a cop I’m supposed to look out for my own,” he said, looking at Lucy.

Lucy sighed. “You did the right thing. It sucks, yeah, but what if you hadn’t reported Mack? He could have gotten someone killed, maybe even his wife and kids. You are looking out for him, and them. Don’t let this eat at you,” Lucy said, squeezing Tim’s bicep reassuringly. Tim nodded, looking away from Lucy. “I don’t do this, you know? Talk about emotions or questioning my judgement, but...” Tim trailed off, standing up in frustration, his back to Lucy. Lucy’s brow furrowed in confusion. Tim turned slowly, looking Lucy directly, and she was taken aback by him. It was like he was looking through her.

“Wh- what is it?” Lucy asked, trying to make sense of her TO’s turmoil. “Lucy, I gotta be honest here...I’m...” he started but let out a growl of frustration, turning away as he brushed his hand against his face again, his muscles tense as he sighed. Lucy stood and walked around to face him. “Tim, it’s just me. You can talk to me,”Lucy said softly. Tim was looking at the ground before he rose his head up to look at Lucy. His eyes were watery and Lucy took his hands in her own then, professionalism be damned. Tim, however, took it a step further and pulled Lucy into a hug.

“I’m scared, boot. I hate admitting this, but I’m scared of losing you,” he whispered, holding her tighter. “Ever since Caleb...” he continued and his voice hitched. “Shhh, it wasn’t your fault Tim, we talked about this,” she said, rubbing her hands over his back in his embrace. Tim pulled away then and they sat back down on the bench. They were dancing on a line here, one that probably shouldn’t be crossed, at least not for about 10 more days he thought. They were silent then, but looking at each other, really looking at each other. Tim spoke first.

“When Grey told me you were on special assignment, my blood boiled when I figured out it was undercover. I felt almost like we were back to that day I found out you were taken. I was angry that you would put yourself in this position...” Tim said, hearing Lucy gasp. Before she could talk, he put a hand up to tell her to wait and she closed her mouth then. “I know you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. Nolan tried to reassure me at the stakeout that you could take care of yourself and I told him I knew you could. I trained you, but you started out pretty amazing. But the thing is, Nolan’s good, too good, at picking up on my feelings. It really irks me actually, but that’s not the point. The point is...” Tim sighed again and he looked nervous, which was new to Lucy. She took his hand almost subconsciously.

“The point is, boot, I’ve never had a rookie like you. I’ve never had... feelings... like this for a rookie, let alone anyone, and it scares the hell out of me,” Tim finished, squeezing Lucy’s hand. Lucy was flushed, looking at Tim and realizing what he was saying. She could feel tears behind her eyes, waiting to spill, but she looked at Tim and he looked at her and they couldn’t find the words. She scooted closer to him and pulled him into an embrace, pulling back to look at him, her hands on either side of his face. “It’s okay, Tim. I’ve struggled with the same thing. Ever since you pulled me out of that barrel and when I woke up in the hospital and I knew you had been there all night...and you remembered my favorite food order. I’ve known, I’ve felt it since then, maybe even before,” Lucy said softly, looking up into Tim’s ice blue eyes. Their lips met then, Tim smiling into the kiss as Lucy reciprocated. They both pulled back and looked at each other, their foreheads meeting. “This complicates things a bit,” Tim said. Lucy nodded. “But we’ll figure it out together. We just need to get through the next ten days, “ Lucy replied, hugging into Tim’s embrace again.

They drove back to the station where Harper and June were reveling in a job well done, inviting Lucy as she entered the station with Tim closely behind her. She turned back to him and gave him a quick smile before joining the two women. He nodded quickly, a smirk at his lips. He was so damn proud of her, and he couldn’t wait to see where the future would take them.

[sickybubbies]

Golden and Pretty..

Sorry this took so long loves, enjoy this from both me and @moonjoonlanding ... such a star! enjoy~~ 🥺💜💜

Desc: Jungkook drinks two litres of golden and pretty beer happily, however the moment of bliss doesn’t last long, he caves to his leader hyung.

Pairing: NamKook.

TW: Emeto

it isn’t fun anymore, jungkook thinks as he struggles to lock the door behind himself. it had stopped being fun a while ago. now, his stomach is churning, full of too much alcohol and not enough food and everything feels distorted and spinny and bad.

he feels really, really bad. the about-to-throw-up kind of bad. and he feels guilty too. he feels guilty because when he’d gone out earlier, it had been with the promise that he’d be responsible, that he wouldn’t drink too much and that he’d be fine to dance tomorrow. at this point, jungkook’s pretty sure that dancing is not on the table for tomorrow. (although, it may have been tonight. he’s honestly not sure. things are a little hazy.)

his body jerks with the force of a hiccup and his belly rolls discontentedly in response. jungkook keens softly and shuffles forward, clumsily making his way through the dorm. he comes to a stop in front of namjoon’s door and knocks, leaning on the frame for support.

”hyung,” he slurs, ”don’t be mad at me,” jungkook fiddles with the doorknob, ”i didn’t… i don’t… hmm,” he cuts himself off with another hiccup and a quiet groan.

namjoon grumbles at the constant tweaking of his doorknob, it’s as if someone is grazing their nails against the surface of the sphere and it’s beginning to irk him. he decides that it’s one of the maknaes playing tricks on his sleep-deprived mind.

he yawns hugely, stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes as he shuffles out of bed. sliding to his door, he opens it without much thought and a look of shock and confusion plasters his features, “kook?”

jungkook waits with his head tipped back against the wood, feeling miserable and swallowing increasingly bitter tasting saliva while muffling the occasional hiccup. it catches him off guard a bit when namjoon is suddenly there and the door just isn’t. he stumbles slightly and reaches for namjoon to steady himself.

”hyung,” he moans sadly.

namjoon frowns, gazing at the time. he holds onto jungkook’s shoulders firmly, letting out a sigh, “i’m not even gonna ask what you’ve been up to.” he holds him, his head ducks innocently against the taller man’s arm “it’s pretty obvious, kid.”

namjoon leads the whimsy boy into the bathroom, flicking on the light as he does so and holding him over the bowl (because kookie looks like he’s about to toss his cookies with a blow). “sit or stand? i want to make sure that you’re comfortable,” he mutters in his ear, so he’s heard.

jungkook just groans and sinks to the floor, ”dizzy,” he complains, ”i don’t like this.”

he stares at the water at the bottom of the bowl, feeling more and more tense as the seconds tick by. the only other times he’s been drunk, it’s been around the members and he’s never felt this horrible afterward. he had never drunk so much at once, though, and thinking about it, he feels his breath quicken in his throat.

”i didn’t mean to,” he blurts, feeling the sudden need to explain himself. ”hyung, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to. hyung told me to be careful and i didn’t listen and i don’t feel good and-” he sucks in a breath, ”i don’t like it!” he finishes, voice rising in pitch until he sounds a little hysterical. his fingers tremble where they try to grip the porcelain.

namjoon sighs, he crouches down next to the youngest and gives a few comforting pats in between his shoulder blades. “shh, relax, it’s okay. it’s okay, kook,” he soothes– or tries to since namjoon is very awkward in these aspects. he isn’t the designated vomit-dealing member either. he gnaws his lip. had jungkook not been so consumed in his panic, it’d better to call seokjin or yoongi, he thinks. “just focus on puking it all up for me, alright? so you can feel better afterwards,” he manages rather softly.

jungkook sniffles a little and holds his bloated tummy, feeling everything bubble sluggishly under his palm. his stomach squeezes then and he curls forward, letting his mouth fall open. saliva drips down into the bowl and he watches, too nauseous to feel overly grossed out.

his stomach clenches again and jungkook’s shoulders roll forward with a heave. he manages to hold it back for a moment, but another gag has his cheeks puffing out as his mouth fills with sick. jungkook swallows rapidly, bringing a hand to his lips, but it’s too late.

the taste of the vomit has him retching hard and a wave of entirely liquid gushes out of him. most of it misses the toilet, coating his hand and splashing over the seat and lid and onto the tile floor. he gasps when it ends, only to burp up another huge wave.

“how much did you even drink, jungkook?!” namjoon bites down a yelp, he’s stunned by the copious amounts of sick being brought up. jungkook merely answers with a gurgle and another awful heave. “uh okay, i’m sorry, don’t answer that, just… just keep doing it till you’re okay, bunny,” he rambles a bit, massaging in between the maknae’s shoulders and resorting to lightly pounding on his back.

he takes a wad of tissue paper and wipes down jungkook’s hand from the warm mess. grabbing hold of it, he squeezes tightly, “breathe, kook-ah, breathe, you’re okay,” he coaxes. his trousers are probably soiled from the puke below him, but the leader couldn’t care less.

jungkook tries to follow namjoon’s instructions, but his belly has other ideas and as soon as he takes a breath, he finds himself choking on more puke. his coughs echo in the bowl and he clutches desperately at namjoon’s hand as vomit continues to pour out of him.

finally, his stomach settles enough for him to clear his throat without gagging immediately after. jungkook winces at the sting of it and swallows. he eases himself to sit back on his heels and uses his free hand to wipe his watering eyes.

”hyung,” he mumbles, voice gravelly and thick, on the verge of actual tears.

namjoon gives an indistinct hum, flushing the contents down, “i’m right here, kook. what do you need?” he wraps his arms around the younger’s chest, giving it soft rubs.

jungkook slumps into him, ”everything’s still spinning,” he cries, ”wan’ it to stop.” he screws his eyes shut and turns to rest his forehead against namjoon’s neck, seeking something solid, ”my stomach still feels sick,” he adds.

“i bet you it does, kookie. that was so much alcohol, sweetheart,” namjoon murmurs while skimming his hands through the boy’s locks. he physically feels his heart melt and pour out of his skin at the pitiful whimpers that escape his lips.

jungkook shrugs and stays pressed against his hyung’s chest for a while, enjoying the warm feeling of security it brings, being close to someone he admires so deeply. eventually, his muscles start to relax and he droops tiredly. ”’m never drinking again,” he yawns.

“no, doesn’t look like i’m letting you drink any time soon, bunny,” namjoon chuckles lowly, knowing that statement from him would be very short-lived. “let’s get you to bed, yeah? it’s way comfier than the floor, i promise,” he uses all his strength to haul the vocalist off the floor, god! when did the maknae get so big?

jungkook flails and clutches onto namjoon, his head and stomach not appreciating the sudden change in elevation. ”hyungie,” he whines in mild protest, drawing out the last syllable with a pout on his lips.

“i know, kookie, i know.” namjoon doesn’t know. all he knows is the poor boy must feel terrible, it’s pretty evident from how his stomach rumbles under his fingers as he helps jungkook into bed.

soon joining him under the covers, he wraps his arms around the smaller boy. cuddling close, he looks so tiny, namjoon thinks. so tiny, yet so big, at times like this namjoon wants to be the knight in shining armour and shield his baby from everyone, even if it’s his own stomach.

jungkook’s tummy lets out another sickening gurgle and it makes the older grimace, slipping his hand under his tee and rubbing warm circles onto his bloated tummy. namjoon sighs once jungkook falls asleep, he lets sleep consume him too after kissing his head.

-

jungkook blinks slowly, head muddled, and at first, he’s not sure why he’s awake. it takes him several moments to register the strange wetness that has his shirt clinging to his chest and the stickiness on his chin and cheek. when he does, he moans in distress and pushes himself up on his elbows.

this turns out to be a mistake, his belly takes the movement as a personal offence and it’s all he can do to lean over the edge of the bed as puke spurts from his lips. ”hyung,” he croaks, hardly above a whisper, flinging his arm back to grope blindly for namjoon as another slurry of beer and the remnants of his last meal adds to the growing puddle on the floor and in the sheets.

namjoon stirs awake with the harsh tugs, it feels like someone is playing tug of war with the sheets. he frowns, propping himself up with his elbow and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. it is only when his mind is clear enough from the fog of sleep that he registers the situation. puke on the floor. puke on the sheets. a puking jungkook.

“bunny…” namjoon coos, slipping a hand under his sticky shirt and rubbing vertically on the bridge of his back. “you’re okay. it’s okay,” he comforts, voice raw from sleep.

jungkook shakes his head and retches again, only bringing up a small splash of sick. he clamps his mouth shut to muffle the sob that follows, feeling all kinds of humiliated and disgusting. his cheeks burn horribly and if he didn’t feel so awful, he’d probably make a break for the bathroom just so he could hide behind a locked door.

instead, he flops back in bed and brings his arms up to shield his face from view. he sinks his teeth into his lip to prevent another sob from escaping, but he can’t quite keep his shaking shoulders from giving him away. maybe namjoon will take mercy on him, though and pretend not to be witnessing the breakdown jungkook’s currently having in his bed at some god-awful time in the morning.

“you poor thing..” namjoon coos, carding his fingers through his hair. his voice deep and calm, comforting. he engulfs the younger man in his arms, hugging him closely to his chest as his shirt grows damp from his tears. “kook-ah, it’s okay! you’re okay!” he muses, rubbing his back. “did you know? the darker the liquor the worse the hangover? and beer is a light, golden pretty colour. so the chances of your head splitting open because your hung-as-fuck are pretty low,” he rambles on, dumbly with his intelligence, hoping to lighten his mood.

jungkook latches onto his hyung, tucking his forehead in against his collarbone. he feels overwhelmed and gross, but that doesn’t stop a little giggle from bursting out of him at namjoon’s words. he sniffles wetly afterward and lapses back into relative silence.

when the anxious buzz in his veins quietens, jungkook finds himself still wrapped in namjoon’s embrace, fingers curled against his back, gripping at his shirt. he leans away slightly and says, ”yeah, but… you should’ve seen how much i drank. i almost couldn't finish it,” a hint of pride laces his tone.

“and how much would that be, golden maknae?” namjoon asks, he’s a bit skeptical of the response. knowing how much the younger loves to spring above and beyond, even for the most childish of things.

”two litres,” jungkook declares, pitching his voice a little for dramatic effect.

namjoon nods, that seems pretty plausible judging by the amount that he physically regurgitated earlier and now twenty minutes prior. he shivers subtly at the memory, “pleasant.”

jungkook shrugs, a frown tugging at his lips and he slips a hand under his shirt to palm his stubbornly unsettled stomach. ”not really,” he admits, grimacing when the damp fabric comes into contact with his knuckles.

“I know kook, try sleeping it off, yeah?” namjoon choruses, he peels off the soiled shirt from the younger, it wasn’t of much use now. he pulls the covers over his shoulders and presses a subtle kiss to his head. once jungkook begins to doze off, he springs into action. he cleans up swiftly (also trying to manhandle the boy off the dirty sheets without disturbing him) and gets back into bed before the boy even has a chance to yearn for warmth.

jungkook sighs contentedly when he feels namjoon settle in next to him again. he burrows closer, leeching some of his hyung’s warmth. ”g’night,” he muffles, face hidden in namjoon’s chest. it doesn’t take long after that for drowsiness to seep into his bones and his mind to sink back into the realm of sleep.

-

”i’ll give you a detailed look at jungkook. jungkook has a mole on his ear. left ear,” yoongi murmurs from behind the mask on his chin, happily pouting

”that’s right,” jungkook agrees.

yoongi chuckles, ”you’ve become a bit round during the tour jungkookie,” a slight tilt of his head, pondering to himself.

”me?” jungkook asks, ”no. it’s because i drank a lot yesterday.”

he arches a brow, ”how much?”

jungkook fights back a grin and says, ”two litres. two.”

”two litres alcohol?” seokjin asks, coming up behind yoongi, looking appalled.

yoongi light-heartedly scoffs, bewildered, “how do you drink two litres? i don’t even drink two litres of water.”

”two litres of alcohol?” seokjin repeats, eyebrows raised, ”beer?”

”yes,” jungkook agrees smugly, conveniently leaving out the part where he’d spent the rest of the night throwing up.

namjoon snorts behind his chaptered book, he narrows his eyes playfully at the youngest. jungkook’s eyes share the same secretive glimmer between the two members, the maknae gives a conceited wink. “never again,” they chorus in their minds.

[rhonuscorner]

I want to scream so badly rn

I beat Lone Echo today and I just

oh

my

god.

Hands down the most amazing game experience I’ve ever... well, experienced. I need to rant about it and get this out of my system or I won’t be able to sleep lol. I don’t usually rant about games like this when they manage to pull my emotional strings but... this game... I’m having a lot of feels.

Like... trailers and let’s plays on youtube do not do it justice because those are 2D videos. It’s a VR game and if you’ve never used a headset before... no words and no amount of videos can properly explain or show you what that’s truly like. Also, very important... zero discomfort with this game. There wasn’t a single moment where I felt even the slighest bit dizzy or nauseous.

I’m not really one for space games, it’s not my favorite theme. I prefer fantasy or historical. So when I decided to download the Lone Echo 2 trailer experience because I’d heard good things about the first game I was expecting to get just that. A trailer.

I didn’t expect to actually be in it. I couldn’t do anything of course, just freely look around as stuff happened around me, but it was so immersive. I know that’s kinda the point of VR, making you feel like you’re really there as a presence, but so far no game ever managed to make it feel so real... and this was just a trailer but I was sold.

There are lots of things that make Lone Echo a gem and make it rank one of the top VR games of all times.

One thing that irks me in VR, in both the menu and in most of the games, is that you’re just a pair of floating hands and when I reach out to something my virtual hand will clip right through it.

So when I fired up Lone Echo for the first time and I realized I wasn’t just a pair of floating hands but I actually had a full body and arms, and when I reached out to the nearest surface my hands didn’t clip through it but actually pushed me back... my mind was blown. Every single surface and item felt solid. I felt I had a real presence there.

I LOVED moving around in zero gravity by grabbing my surroundings and pulling myself forward, or kick off the wall so I could float in the right direction. Sure, the puzzles and the way I could pick up everything and interact with so much - whether that was pushing buttons, putting in batteries, pulling levers, scanning objects, manipulating holograms or laser-cutting through walls - were a ton of fun, it was the movement system that blew me away.

Secondly, the interactions between you as the player character (an android named Jack) and the ship’s captain Olivia. She was so real. If I got too close to her face, she would actually lean away. Near end-game when I had Jack make a joke that tied back to something she said way in the beginning, I happened to glance her way and I did a thumbs-up which was a 100% random and impulsive decision because I was just like “Yeah, you heard that correctly. I joked.”, (because y’know, robot) the way she smirked back at me because I made the joke, I just.... AAAAHHH. I may have cackled a little. It was completely random but it was so realistic and felt so genuine. Perfect timing. I adore their friendship!

Like, there’s a moment where she’s not doing so well and was lagging behind, and I so desperately wanted to grab her hand and pull her along, jetpack her to safety. I didn’t because she told me to go ahead and she’d follow, but I wonder if that’s something I could’ve done. I’ll definitely replay this game before the sequel comes out and try stuff out. There’s so much I know I missed.

And geez, being inside the ship was awesome, but actually going outside the ship, into space and getting to free-float there with your jet pack, clambering over asteroids and satellites and all around the ship without being tethered to anything... that was incredible. And really scary the first time lol.

And don’t even get me started on the solid writing, phenomenal voice acting and that CLIFFHANGER at the end!

It’s games like this, story driven single-player narratives with a real sense of immersion, that I desperately want to see more of. (yes I know about Asgard’s Wrath and Half-Life Alyx).

And if you ever get the chance to try VR and play this game, please do it. Even if you’re not into games that are set in space. This is an experience. And if you can’t, watching a let’s play is still really good because of the realistic movements of the player character, because those are pure human instead of animated.

[sassysweetstories]

Never Enough Part 8

Summary: Being part siren, Isaac as your anchor, and part angel, Stiles being that side of your anchor, things weren’t easy. But, then again, when were they ever easy. With the emotional help from your fuck-buddy, Devon, you enjoy life, kick ass and figure out where your heart really belongs. But things start to become complicated when Devon gets involved.

Ship: Isaac x Reader, Stiles x Reader, Devon x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, fighting, minor kissing, mentions of blood, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. (I’M AWARE THIS ISN’T ENTIRELY ACCURATE TO THE SHOW! IT WAS REALLY HARD TO MATCH THINGS UP SO BARE WITH ME AND ENJOY)

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Stiles P.O.V

It’s been two days since (Y/n) and I’s fight and it’s all I can think about. I haven’t tried to call her because in all honesty, I’m not entirely sure as to what I’d say. I’d start to dial the number but would end up hanging up no less than two numbers in. I have loved Lydia for as long as time itself, or, at least I think I do. And I want (Y/n) to find someone who cares about her just as much as I do. I just don’t think that person is Isaac. He doesn’t deserve her and it irks me to my bones when I see them together. But I hate to admit that she has a point. I suppose the more flirty I was with (Y/n), the more Isaac would stay away, but I guess by doing that, it lessons my already slim chance with Lydia. Running my fingers through my hair, I sigh and lean my head back in frustration. When I walk out of class that day, she won’t even look at me and I feel my heart break as she meets Isaac at his locker.

They’re not dating but there’s a connect there that I can’t ignore which makes me grind my teeth in disgust. Just when I think of something to say to her, she’s already on the opposite end of the hall with Isaac close to her shoulder. “What happened with you two?” A high pitched voice called from behind me. Turning over my shoulder to see Lydia, my heart should be thumping out of my chest as it did for the past few years but there’s nothing, a steady tone. “(Y/n) and I are kinda in a fight right now.. Well, she’s pissed at me, actually.. How are you and Jackson?” I ask. Usually I’d be pissed to even bring relationships up with her considering she never looked at me but at this point I’m too worried about (Y/n) to care about much of anything else. “Oh, we broke up. He moved to England and honestly, I feel more alive than ever. I’m on the prowl for some meat, don’t want a relationship. I just wanna live, ya know?” I nod along to her words, not paying attention much to her. “Yeah. Hey, I’ll catch you later, Lydia.”

I head to my next History class when Scott wacks the back of my head. I rub the pain away and cuss him out. “Dude! Ouch! Why’d you do that?!” He shook his head before rolling his eyes. “You idiot, Lydia was flirting with you. She wants to hook up with someone and you were her target before you blew it. Now she’s onto the next one, see!” I look around and, sure enough, she has a hunk wrapped around her small fingers. How she does that, absolutely baffles me. But for some reason, when I look at her, I don’t see the drop-dead, gorgeous girl I’ve been day-dreaming about for the past few years. I just see Lydia, a smart girl who hides behind a facade and is quite normal despite what everyone may think. “What’s gotten into you? You would have jumped at any opportunity to be with her and in that moment, she wanted to get in your pants but you just walked away? What’s up with you?” I rest my head against the cold locker, thinking more about how to fix things with (Y/n) than anything else.

“I don’t dude. I just, when I look at Lydia, I don’t see this angel I thought she was. I guess, now that I know her, like actually know her, I’m not sure she’s the person I want to be with..” Scott’s eyes go wider than they’ve ever done before. His eyes shifted from the ground and then back up to me before saying, “Why the sudden change?” He’s looking at me differently, I can tell, almost analyzing me. “I don’t know..” The rest of the day, I can’t focus on anything else and I want nothing more than to be consoled by my best friend but I’m then reminded that she’s pissed at me, has every right to be. But what I couldn’t understand was the why? Why was I so against Isaac and her potential relationship? Why was I flirting with her when he was around? Why was I looking at Lydia differently? None of this was making sense and before I can dive further into this hell hole, I’m forced to meet the pack in the library to talk about the recent murders.

Your P.O.V

I can’t bare to even look at him. It’s all too painful but when I glance up at Isaac, I know I’ll be alright. We’ve been talking more which is nice and he’s a lot funnier than you’d expect. And even though I’m trying to grow with him, I can’t cut away from Stiles completely. He’s my angel anchor, after-all. And one of my best friends. And if things don’t work out with Isaac, I can’t completely cut ties with him either. Later that day when I say bye to Isaac, I peck his cheek before heading to my car. With my abilities, I hone and focus in on his emotions. Happiness, flushed, giddy and . . . love. When I reach my car, I turn around and wave at him. He’s just as I predicted, his cheeks redder than tomato’s and his smile wide. When I look at him, he’s all I see anymore, like the rest of the world evaporates when his eyes meet mine. Only a few minutes after arriving home I get a text from Devon.

Hey! Did you follow through with prince charming like we planned? You better have given that tall, blonde and handsome boy a kiss cuz if not, we’re gonna have to talk!!

We stopped hooking up not long ago upon her new relationship with Jeremy, the guy from her L.G.B.T support group, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t gotten closer as being good friends. In fact, she’s like my first legit female identifying best friends. I shake my head with a faint laugh at the text and reply with the fact that I pecked his cheek before heading to my car. Her relationship was going and I finally got to meet Jeremy, who at first seemed to be nervous despite attempt at pushing out his chest. He was good for her, no doubt about it and after telling Devon all about Stiles and Isaac, she’s in full support of trying to get me with Isaac, especially considering the fact that Stiles never notice my existence as a potential romantic partner. I text her for a while, getting some more work done before I get a text from Scott, one that shakes me to my core.

Meet us at the hospital. We got Jennifer but the alpha pack is coming for her. We’ll need another set of hands.

The second I finish reading the text, I’m up and out to my car with some supplies. And even though Stiles and I are in a fight, I can only hope to god that he’s not there with them. And I hope Isaac isn’t there as well. And ever since I’ve grown with my powers, I’ve become more accustomed to them. They were much like Scott’s transition in the beginning, uncontrollable and a bit wild but now I have a much better handle on it. When I pull into the hospital parking lot, I swear I feel my heart stop and I can’t help but gasp. The souls of the dead wondering around, hopelessly. Their deaths are recent and the hospital, a place of light and hope itself is ominous and barely lit. Despite my very strong and reliable powers, my heart-beat thumps under my rib-cage. Quickly with shaky hands, I text Scott that I’ve arrived and prepare for battle. At first I don’t go in. It’s my duty to send these people back to where they belong and let them rest.

The transaction for the roughly fifteen people make my skin crawl and stomach nauseous. These people didn’t deserve to die the way they had. I walk each one of them to their after-life, whatever that may be. Some of these people are so young, too young. After sending the last one off, I’m no longer sad. Now, I’m pissed. How dare the alphas do this to such innocent people? All of a sudden, a low growl irrupts from inside the hospital, echoing throughout the town before an even louder scream followed. Stiles and Isaac. I run in without a care in the world, shifting into my strongest form. My muscles and wings shift under my body and irrupt from my back as light green scales for around my arms and hands, pulling and tugging at my skin. I groan and cuss under the pressure but it’s not as painful as it use to be. Turning the corner to see the twins formed together, Stiles, half their height whacks the back of his head.

The bat cracks with ease and doesn’t seem to injure the conjoined boys at all as Stiles runs to the opposite side of the room, towards Isaac, Scott, Jennifer and Derek, who’s apparently alive. The second the beast takes his first step, I let out a loud cry, so loud it shakes the entire building that catches his attention. I move quickly around his jerky movements and slip under him to stand in front of the boys, wings taking up the diameter of the room. I can feel the beasts fear from a mile away but they don’t back down, instead bolting toward me, roaring. I reply with a loud scream and bringing my claws out to play. Adrenaline kicks in like the best drug, burning my throat and making my blood pump fast. I dive head first towards his chest and push him into the walls which crack upon the pressure before he fell in the hallway, far enough away from the boys. Punching down on the twins, all I know is that I can’t let them get to my anchors.

But just as I have the upper hand, they send me flying back and I fall hard against the concrete floor before achingly pulling myself up from the dirty ground. I grunt at the new wound that’s taken shape upon my skin. But despite that pain, there’s no way in hell I’m going to give up, especially on my family. Standing up straighter, I widen my stance before bringing my arms our wide before clapping my hands together. My gargantuan wings mimic my fingers and the shock wave knocks the beast back into the other room, crashing through the two walls. While I have the chance, I look back at the group, my eyes meeting Stiles for the first time. Those honey eyes I once adored don’t give me the same satisfaction before glancing at Scott and Isaac. “GO! I’LL HOLD THEM OFF! GET TO SAFETY!-” Even though I look bigger than him because of my wing span, he still towers over me with his natural height before taking my face in his hands.

“(Y/N)! I’M NOT LEAVING YOU!” He screams over the wind that’s somehow made its way into the room, whipping my hair around wildly. “YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE! GO! I’LL GIVE YOU GUYS SOME TIME! ISAAC PLEASE!” I push his arms away from me only for him to tighten his grip around my wrists before shaking his dirty blonde hair in detest. Derek has Jennifer close to him as they try to move some rubble away so that they can escape. Once it’s gone, they’re the first to jump through. Scott and Stiles look at me with sadness in their eyes. I’m Scott’s sister after-all and both their best friends. This could be my end for all I know. I look back at his gorgeous blue eyes that drive me bat shit crazy. “Isaac-” I say so softly it breaks my heart. This could be the moment I die and I don’t want anything to be left unsaid. But before I could do anything, a pair of moist lips meets mine. I kiss back with just as much passion and I feel my heart burning inside for some sort of sweet release.

Despite the fact that the kiss wasn’t long enough, I felt my heart swoon and time stop around us. “I-I love you, (Y/n).” Isaac says against my lips. I grin and nearly cry at his confirmation, heart in my throat. “I love you too, Isaac. I’m sorry. . .” But this happiness doesn’t last long as I push him into Scott and Stiles’ arms as they pull him in the opposite direction away from me, away from chaos. And even though Stiles is human, he forces Isaac’s weight back before back up at me. I send him one last message with my powers, lump in my throat. I’m sorry, Stiles. I forgive you and if worst comes to worst, look after Scott and Isaac for me. It was an honor to be your best friend and my first love before Isaac. I can’t tell what his facial expression implies but I’m too afraid to look deeper into it. Instead I turn over my shoulder and get down to my knees before shooting towards the beast, fist in the air. The twins catch my hand and send me flying into another room.

(Music Insert: Kill Everybody by Skrillex)

Crashing through the concrete wall, I land in the rubble with a loud thud. Pain wraps all the way around my body, in every crook and crevasse. My nerves and muscles scream for mercy as I force myself up. My body wants me to give up, to let the inevitable happen but I can’t. Standing up as straight as my body can allow, I roll my shoulders back and expand my wings out. The twins roar and charge and I repeat their action, barreling towards them. All I can think about right now is that I must hold them off at all costs. Scott, Isaac and Stiles’ lives are at stake. I push them to the floor and hit it over and over again before the beast took me by surprise and scratched my wing. In pain, I reflex and move back. But as I do so, the thing takes the opportunity to throw an upper-cut at me. I fall back, not prepared for the pain before he hits me at least five more times. I don’t remember when the pain stops but all I know is that I’m not fully conscious when it does. A voice screams from the opposite side of the room, faint to my awful hearing. “(Y/N)!!!”

Third P.O.V

When the damage is done, Isaac doesn’t hesitate to leave the pack behind and run after his love. Scott and Isaac are not far behind him, worried for their friend but not the way Isaac was. He was petrified that he’d lost his first and hopefully last love. Barreling down the hall, he doesn’t slow to a stop until he sees a small body lying atop the rubble. Oh my god. . . Isaac thought to himself, heart in his throat. Please don’t be her. . . But his wish was quite the opposite. There she lay, looking beautiful despite the damage the twins caused her body. Her scales and wings slowly retreat back to her skin as Isaac begged, “Ohmygodohmygod. . . (Y/n)! PLEASE! Please be okay. . .” He begun to weep openly, wrapping his one hand around the back of her neck while the other pulled her small frame close to his chest, listening closely. Thump thump. A heart beat, faint but there nonetheless. “Stay with me, love. . .” He says softly before taking some of her pain away.

Stiles kneel next to her, his inside twisting. When he looked at his best friend, the one who helped him with everything, almost dead, it finally hit Stiles, all of it. He was her first love. She had spent years doing anything just to make that boy smile and what had he done, ignored her and gone after another that wanted nothing to do with him. Stiles hadn’t even realized until now that this gorgeous woman had wanted him for so long only to be never enough. And now as she lays atop the rubble, barely breathing, his heart drops. She’s only breathing for Isaac now. She was never anyone’s to begin with, but now, Stiles would be nothing more than a permanent friend to her. He was once (Y/n)’s everything but now he’d be nothing. In just a few minutes, his mind wonders over all of the instances where she cheered him up, listened to him vent about another girl, held him when he cried for his mother, before realizing that he loved her. But he wasn’t hers anymore. It was too late. His heart broke in hopes of a second chance but that would be impossible as he looked up at Isaac’s puffy, red eyes.

He loved her, had his feelings together longer than Stiles and knew what he wanted, which was her. Isaac looked away from his love to glance at Stiles. His chemo-signals, both of theirs were off the chart. Isaac could read his emotions from a mile away they were so strong. The poor boy smelled strongly of heart break and endless sadness. And even though Isaac wanted to push him down further for what he did to (Y/n), he stopped himself. That’s not what she’d want him to do. Stiles swallows the lump in his throat before croaking through his tears, “Take care of her, okay? Don’t break her the way I did. . .” This statement shocks Isaac more than anything as Scott crouches down beside the two boys, waiting for backup to come. Another voice groans and it takes all of them a minute to realize that it comes from (Y/n). “What? I’m a lot stronger than I look boys. Don’t think two can take me down that easily.” She tries to laugh despite the situation but cusses in pain before Isaac looks down at her with loving eyes. “I never doubted. That’s my girl.”

Stiles looks between the couple with anger in his heart. How could he have not noticed such perfection staring right at him all of his life? But just as he realized it, it was too late. She was in another’s arms, one that she deserved, one that was much better than him. He watched as they held one another, talking and growing as a new couple. Scott came over to the boys side before wrapping his arm around his friend. “It’s for the best.” And even though he says those very true words, it doesn’t lesson Stiles’ pain. “Yeah, I know. . .” He doesn’t really agree with the statement but it’s too late. She was never enough for him and now, he’ll never be enough for her.

(I hope you guys liked it! Please comment below!)

[broomswept-thoughts]

Hmm just been thinking about if I’m aromantic again.

I’m pretty sure I’m not asexual (LOL), but aromantic is a bit different... In the sense that I really do have strong feelings for some people, but also they can never exist in the vacuum of *crush/ aesthetic*-only, I HAVE to be friends with them.

I guess what makes me confused is my whole celebrity crush on Dami. I mean obv I don’t know her or anything, and I do def find her attractive objectively too which was how I got into being such a huge fangirl for her... But also I guess I crave watching casual DC videos where she’s just doing her thing or being cute without the girl crush vibe? And the more I watch, the more I want to be super close friends with her because I feel like I’m similar to her (even though maybe a good portion is just marketing/ celebrity manufacturing lol). But I guess, it just makes me think about how I might be attracted (physically? In terms of a ~vibe~/ aesthetic?), but romantically, I can’t conceive of anything beyond an exclusive friendship...? But with cuddling? Which is physical I guess, but it’s not specifically sexual (not to mention having sexual fantasies about celebrities kinda makes me gag anyway. But also with any celebrity... Or anyone to be honest. I don’t know if that’s a sign of me being asexual or if it’s just because I feel guilty for thinking those kinds of thoughts. Tbh I think it’s because I repress out of guiltiness than anything.).

I think labels really do make me confused, since I just figured out that I’m probably a lesbian than a bisexual (but now that’s all being tossed into the washer LMFAO). Sigh. Because I have such an intense celebrity crush, I also can’t really think of having a crush on anyone irl rn anyway either HAHAH oh man, that’s kinda sad. But also I don’t want to use dating apps (I think even the thought is making me feel nauseous... I don’t know if it’s just generalized anxiety there, or if it’s because the idea of someone seriously liking me again is making me freaked out.), and obviously I’m not going out anywhere these days lol. But honestly the me feeling sick of the thought of using dating apps is making me wonder if I’m aromantic at this point. I’m tired by the thought of using the app, even though I don’t know why. Maybe because in general I guess there was no one super interesting on the app that I also found aesthetically who I liked... I think I’ve found my specific type in a way I guess lol, and they probably wouldn’t be on a dating app. But is that just me trying to avoid talking with people/ using dating apps because I secretly don’t even want to date anyone? And so I keep on going in circles. But I’m probably going in circles because thoughts like “oh but whAT IF SUBCONSCIOUSLY-” thoughts are valid but also if they’re subconscious/ secret/ not something I can detect, then how can I verify these thoughts? Do I just assume they’re true until they’re proven wrong? No, that’s not right either I feel. I don’t know.

Anyway... I think I might be somewhere on the aromantic spectrum. Demisexual sounds pretty accurate since I really do find platonic relationships super integral to my relationships (that are positive). I wonder if I might be lithoromantic just because of Alberto, but also I don’t know, the sample size isn’t that big I guess ha. Would I have liked him romantically if I became closer friends with him? Hm... Honestly I don’t know, but I feel like I was already pushing myself at that stage, and it wasn’t about to become “more” platonic. And def the photos reaction is probably the truth of what I feel. Umf, the discomfort was real. I didn’t feel acute relief after ending it, but maybe that was also suppressed, I don’t know. I guess the other thing that really irks me is that now whenever I think of any romantic relationship with myself and someone else, I don’t know if I really want it anymore...? Even watching wlw tiktok, I don’t even find some of the girls attractive (I find them aesthetically pretty and funny, but I’m really only sh00k by Dami at this point, idfk.). Maybe I’m also just gray-romantic or something. But also I don’t think it’s my fault that wlw tiktok is almost ALL white girls like.......... Eeee, not my type, I don’t know.... Maybe it’s because I can’t really relate to the white American experience so I don’t feel that I can be friends with them -> not attractive on the platonic level. I think that maybe for romantic attraction, I really do have to be able to vibe with them in a specifically introvert way. Maybe that’s why I got a crush on K (who, on retrospect, is kinda similar to Dami sanfjanwea but for real, maybe all of my girl crushes are all kinda introverted, alto-voiced, short, awkward Asians/ wlwoc. Oh man yeah, maybe that’s my type HAHAHA ummmm am I just trying to find people who are exactly like me rip.), but I really can’t get myself to be beyond appreciative for wlw tiktok sometimes. BUT ALSO that 1 tiktoker who’s like a top and is Asian? Woooow, like she def doesn’t seem like exactly my vibe but holy shit, yeah she was h0t af. Sigh, maybe it really is as simple as all this. Am I gray-romantic or is tiktok just white, oops-

Sigh. I really don’t know. My type is kinda specific, but maybe it’s not too specific. I guess I’ll just stay chill for now, at least until I go back to Vassar. Maybe I’ll find someone and/or make queer friends in my English seminar lol. I think until I a) form a crush on a girl and b) I am in a relationship with her/ them, I won’t really know the answer for if I’m vanilla aromantic or not I think. I think for now I’ll just say that I’m a demiromantic lesbian. That sounds more accurate. I don’t know if I’m lithromantic or vanilla aromantic just because I know that at least my female crushes felt pretty different... I don’t think I relate to the specific experience of aromantics to never knowing exactly what a crush is. I think I feel crushes, I just don’t maybe know how to describe it in my also demisexual-thrown-in way. And I think that that maybe makes me confused about if I’m just desiring a super close platonic relationship or something different/ romantic. But I guess assuming that there are strict categories between platonic and romantic feelings is also artificial. There IS a difference though... Or at least a range? Like I don’t know if I want to do romantic things with 3xA (esp R, since I had a floating crush?/squish? on S where I wanted to be like. Her BEST friend lmao. I don’t feel particularly threatened though now so maybe I don’t really feel bothered by it. Not to mention, if anyone is aromantic/ asexual it do be homegirl anyway so obviously no. She’s a great friend though so I think I’m pretty happy.) or like, my MD hs friends. Yeah that kinda makes me gag lol ngl. Not because they’re unaesthetic or anything, I just. Do not. It feels as wrong as like. Incest. Or just categories that do not be making sense. Uncomfortable to the max lol. So I guess I CAN tell it apart because I don’t mind doing romantic things with people I had crushes on who were girls (well, not H because. She was a yikes. But K, for example). I mean, obviously I would not do anything without their consent (and since it’s a no regardless, it doesn’t matter I guess), but if it was a yes, then it wouldn’t be nauseating like the idea of being with one of my close platonic friends. Like eeeeee no. Oof no no.

So okay, that clarifies things a bit I guess lmfao. So I think the differentiation is now being litho or demiromantic I guess. And that’s def something that I won’t know unless I’m in a relationship with someone else so I think that goes in the backburner until then. :/

Although maybe I have like a reverse demiromantic? In that I might be attracted to them, but I also HAVE to be super good friends with the person in order to validate and/or continue being attracted to them? Which is kinda wild ig lol. I know there’s something actually in the aspec microlabels that’s the “opposite of demi”, but it really just means that I would be attracted but then lose the attraction over time/ replace it with platonic feelings (whereas I don’t necessarily lose my attraction over time, I just need both romantic and platonic feelings).

Maybe romantic feelings is just the desire to be exclusive/ special in some way (or in the case of polyamory, special among a specific group). So like if there’s a spectrum of platonic to physical love, then romantic feelings is somewhere in the middle but... Sharing a relationship with someone specifically? Nah actually, this argument is falling apart though already with QPRs haha. I don’t know, it’s really still a mystery to me for how to define romantic feelings in a way that is entirely separate from platonic and romantic feelings. Maybe these labels are just wrong LOL is that too lazy of a way to end this argument.

[keiraknighted]

cosmic disaster

Pairing: Archie/Betty

Summary:  With both couples reunited, Veronica plans a quiet weekend away for Archie's birthday. But then Cheryl shows up and decides to cause some drama.

AO3 // ff.net

Ever since Archie and Veronica got back together, Betty has noticed Veronica has constantly been going to extra mile to be the perfect girlfriend to Archie.

And it’s not that that’s a bad thing, but Betty wonders how long it can honestly last. Is it just Veronica’s lasting guilt that keeps her fussing over Archie constantly, or has she really changed for good? Betty can’t help but roll her eyes a little every time V brings Archie his favourite food or gushes over his music. It’s a little sickening to be honest, not that she’d ever tell Veronica that.

Besides, now that she’s back with Jughead, Betty has her own relationship to worry about. She wonders if she caved too easily when Jughead suggested they get back together, but she couldn’t really think of a reason to say no. Sure, they have their issues, but she loves him and if he’s willing to work on them then so is she.

Still, despite the four of them all being back on good terms, Betty can’t help but feel like Veronica’s idea for Archie’s birthday is a bad one, and she says as much to Jughead.

“Don’t you think we should just throw Archie a party here instead? And invite everyone from school?” Betty asks him as the two of them sit on her bed, having snuck past Alice. (She’d been warming up to the idea of Betty and Jughead, but now she’s firmly against it again.)

“Like the party you threw me, you mean? Or the party we threw my dad?” Jughead snorts and Betty flinches, remembering those disasters. Jughead notices and reaches for her hand. “I’m sorry,” he tells her. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.”

“I know.”

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter what your opinion on the matter is,” Jughead says. “Veronica is his girlfriend, so it’s up to her, not you.”

“Shouldn’t it be up to Archie?” Betty points out.

“Has he said something to you about it?” Jughead asks. Betty shakes her head. “Then I’m sure he’s fine with it. Besides, after what we all went through with the Black Hood, it’ll be good to get away for the weekend, just the four of us. Some serious bonding time,” he smiles, which he doesn’t seem to do that much of anymore, so Betty smiles back, despite her unfounded reservations. She also doesn’t remind him that it was her and Archie that the Black Hood affected the most, and that Jughead doesn’t really have any idea what it was like.

“I guess you’re right,” Betty says. She’s not sure why she’s so against this trip anyway. Veronica has put a lot of effort in, convincing her parents to rent out a lake house for them about a half hour drive away, and then convincing Fred and Alice to let Betty and Archie come. The point that she’d really driven home was that it would be just the four of them and that there would be no alcohol or drugs. Alice had finally caved, but with the warning that if another one of her daughters got pregnant, Jughead was a dead man. Betty has no doubt she means it.

So, with no reasonable objections, three days later Betty climbs into the backseat of Veronica’s new car, and the four of them head towards the rented lake house.

The drive there should fly by, and the conversation should flow easily, but it feels stilted and awkward to Betty. Veronica doesn’t seem to notice, and Betty can’t seem to make eye contact with Archie to see how he feels. But eventually the car trip is over, and they’re grabbing their bags from the car and carrying them into the house. Only, it’s more like a mansion than a house, because of course this is the kind of place Veronica would choose.

“V, you do realise there are only four of us?” Betty points out as Veronica unlocks the front door.

“More choice of bedrooms,” Veronica grins, pushing the door open. “What do you think, Archiekins?”

“Looks great, Ronnie,” Archie tells her, following her inside. Betty rolls her eyes and Jughead raises his eyebrows at her.

Veronica declares Archie gets first pick of the bedrooms, which works in her favour since they’ll be sharing a room, and Betty and Jughead pick the second nicest room out of the six bedrooms. Which, considering all the rooms are actually amazing, the second-best room is still pure luxury.

“What’s up with you?” Jughead asks once the two of them are alone. “Did you and Veronica have a fight or something?”

“No, why would you think that?” Betty asks as she dumps her bag at the foot of the bed.

“Seems like everything she does annoys you,” Jughead notes.

“I just think she could stand to be a little less extravagant sometimes,” Betty shrugs. “Do we really need six bedrooms for four people?”

“She’s just trying to do something nice for her boyfriend,” Jughead shrugs.

“Yeah, I know,” Betty sighs. Somehow, that’s what irks her. She can’t say that to Jughead, however. Because her feelings are totally irrational, and Jughead might read into them, might think that her feelings for Archie have reappeared. And they might have, just a little bit. If they ever even really went away.

And that’s also why she can never tell Jughead about the kiss. Because even though it happened while they were broken up, Jughead would get all weird and jealous about it, no matter how much Betty assured him it was nothing. (Was it nothing?)

She hasn’t even talked to Archie about it. They’ve talked about that night a lot, about the terrifying things they’d gone through when faced with the Black Hood, knowing it was better to talk about it than to keep it bottled up. And both of them feel their partners could never quite understand it.

They’ve discussed everything about that night, except the kiss. Betty had intended to, really. Just to clear the air. Assure Archie that she didn’t mean anything by it, that he doesn’t have to feel bad for kissing her back. She’s not expecting anything from him. But Archie was back with Veronica before she could bring it up, and it seemed like nothing needed to be said. They have an unspoken agreement that their significant others will never find out.

It doesn’t stop her thinking about it though, her fingers tracing over her lips in the dead of night as she closes her eyes and reconjures the moment in her mind. She wonders if Archie ever thinks about it too, or whether he’s already forgotten the pressure of her lips against his. It would take a miracle for Betty to forget.

“Let’s just go and see what Veronica has planned for us,” Betty says, and Jughead nods and follows her downstairs.

The afternoon is waning, and it’s too cold to go swimming in the lake, so Veronica decides they should watch a movie and then cook dinner. Except Veronica has no idea how to cook for herself, so it’s up to the other three to make dinner, while Veronica pulls out a bottle of wine and pours four glasses.

��Uh, Veronica, you told my mom there wasn’t going to be alcohol,” Betty reminds her.

“It’s just one glass of wine, Betty,” Veronica says. “Your mom never has to know.”

Betty takes her glass, but only sips at it occasionally, barely making a dent. After dinner, Veronica puts Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince on.

“I thought Lavender and Ron made a cute couple,” Veronica muses.

“Are you insane?” Betty scoffs. “Lavender and Ron had nothing in common. And she called him Won Won,” she points out in disgust. It’s something akin to Veronica’s own Archiekins, which also makes Betty nauseous.

“That’s cute!” Veronica insists.

“No way, Ron and Hermione for life,” Betty says. “Right, Arch?”

“Definitely,” Archie agrees.

“Like Ron and Hermione had so much in common,” Veronica snorts. “Maybe it should have been Hermione and Krum.”

“I think it should’ve been Hermione and Harry,” Jughead interjects.

“Guys, you can’t just decide that your own opinions are better than what JK Rowling wrote,” Betty says.

“Maybe she wrote it wrong,” Veronica says. “Look, now Hermione’s crying. Harry never made her cry.”

“He made Cho cry though. And probably Ginny.”

“Cho was crying about Cedric!”

“Can we just watch the movie?” Archie says, and the girls fall silent. The rest of the movie is watched in relative silence, and it’s just drawing to a close when the four of them hear a car approaching the house.

“Did you guys hear that?” Betty asks, sitting up, wondering if it’s her imagination. Veronica nods, however, also looking concerned.

“Who else did you invite?” Archie asks. Veronica shakes her head in confusion.

“Nobody,” she says firmly. The four of them look at each other, wondering who could possibly be dropping by at this time of night.

“Maybe it’s one of our parents,” Betty suggests. “Did anyone else even know we were coming?”

“I mean, it wasn’t a secret, but I also didn’t go around announcing it,” Veronica says.

“Maybe it’s an axe murderer,” Jughead grins. Betty shoves him lightly. So not the time to joke about this. It could very well be an axe murderer for all they know.

Veronica switches off the TV and the four of them watch the door, listening intently to whoever is walking up the front steps. Betty can hear voices, laughing, and someone shrieks joyfully. One voice is especially distinct.

“It kind of sounds like-,” Betty starts. The door bursts open.

“Did you think you could have a party without moi?” Cheryl demands, posing in the doorway, her red thigh high boots accentuating her long white legs. She struts inside and is closely followed by Kevin, Josie, Reggie, Valerie, and Melody. Each of them is holding at least one bottle of alcohol.

“Um,” Veronica says, standing up. “Hi guys. What are you doing here?”

“It’s Archie’s birthday,” Cheryl says, as if the four of them have forgotten. “We wanted to help him celebrate. And since we weren’t invited, we decided to crash. Give him his birthday presents, people!”

Archie stands up, and Cheryl’s minions for the night crowd around him, hugging him and handing him bottles.

“Looks like you all needed us to liven this party up anyway,” Cheryl shrugs. She makes eye contact with Betty, and Betty knows this can only mean bad news. “Shall we start the drinking games?”

Betty tries to exclude herself from the drinking games, but Veronica and Cheryl aren’t having any of it.

“You don’t have to drink the hard liquor,” Veronica tells her. “You can just have the wine I bought.”

“It’s Archie’s birthday,” Cheryl pouts. “You don’t want to ruin his birthday, do you?”

Even Jughead tries to convince her. “It’s just a bit of fun, Betty.”

Betty looks to Archie and he rolls his eyes at Cheryl’s antics. “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to,” he assures her, and in the end it’s his comment that makes her decide to play.

“Okay! Who’s ready for Never Have I Ever? You have to be, because I said so,” Cheryl announces.

Cheryl, Veronica and Kevin all quickly make sure everyone has drinks. Veronica shoves a very full glass of wine into Betty’s hands, despite the fact that she never even finished the first one.

“Lighten up, B,” Veronica winks. “What’s with you lately?”

Betty takes the drink and forces a smile.

The party of ten make themselves comfortable in the large living room, scattered on the floor and on the lounge chairs in a haphazard attempt at a circle. Veronica plonks herself indelicately on Archie’s lap, and Betty has to look away. Jughead, beside her, takes her free hand, almost as if he notices her reaction.

“Who starts?” Josie asks.

“I’ll start!” Reggie volunteers.

“I think the birthday boy should start,” Cheryl says sweetly, though even Cheryl’s sweetest voice wouldn’t convince even the most gullible of people. Betty is sure she’s up to something, and even if she’s not, any idea of Cheryl’s is bound to end in incomparable drama.

“Alright,” Archie agrees, though he looks somewhat nervous, as if he too suspects Cheryl of something devious. “Never have I ever… had sex with a guy.”

“Cop out!” Veronica hits him lightly as she takes a drink. Betty’s hand tightens around her glass but she doesn’t bring it to her lips. She can feel Archie’s eyes on her, though she’s pretty sure he already knows she and Jughead haven’t had sex yet. Betty expects a slew of comments about her sex life, or lack of thereof, but in truth no one else is watching her, because they’re all paying more attention to Cheryl.

“Cheryl, really?” Veronica practically squeals. “You’re a virgin?”

“As if I’d really have sex with any of the idiot boys we go to school with?” Cheryl says haughtily. “Gross, no thank you. I’m saving myself for a higher class of person.”

“I respect that,” Valerie says, and Veronica and Melody nod in agreement.

“I’ll take your virginity if you want, Cheryl,” Reggie grins.

“Does this Neanderthal ever listen to a thing I say?”

“He listened when you said we were going to a party,” Josie points out.

“Hey, I listen!” Reggie says, offended.

“Will the next person just go?” Cheryl huffs.

“Never have I ever…” Veronica begins loudly, “broken a bone.”

“Lame!” Reggie shouts, before he takes a large gulp from his cup. “Can we get some good confessions please?”  

“My turn!” Cheryl declares. “Never have I ever…” she pauses for dramatic effect. “Kissed Betty.”

“Any Betty? Or this specific Betty?” Reggie asks.

“How many Betty’s do you know?” Josie rolls her eyes.

“Does on the cheek count?” Kevin chimes in.

“This Betty. On the cheek doesn’t count!” Cheryl clarifies. Archie meets Betty’s eyes as he drinks. Of course, they’re the only ones who know just how recently he’s kissed her. Veronica and Jughead also tag a swig.

“Mel, your turn,” Veronica prompts.

“Hold on one moment,” Cheryl says, holding up a hand. “Archie and Betty kissed and no one cares?”

“Well, it was like a million years ago,” Veronica points out, clearly confused as to why Cheryl seems to care. Betty swallows. What is Cheryl playing at? Does she know something she shouldn’t? Betty manages to convince herself she’s just being paranoid.

“Yeah, we were like… eight,” Archie confirms, his eyes quickly darting back to Betty. She looks to the floor.

“Of course you were,” Cheryl rolls her eyes.

“Never have I ever…” Melody starts.

“I’ve had enough of this game,” Cheryl interrupts. “Let’s play truth or dare instead.”

“I pick dare!” Reggie yells. Cheryl ignores him.

“Here are the rules. Someone spins a bottle. Whoever it lands on gets to pick the dare or the truth. If the person doesn’t think of a dare or a truth quick enough, I’ll make it up myself,” Cheryl says. She grabs a nearby empty bottle of wine, sets it in front of her and spins. It points towards the chair Archie and Veronica are both sitting on.

“Ooh, can I do it? You can do the next one,” Veronica promises Archie with a kiss.

“I pick truth,” Cheryl says.

“Okay… have you ever stolen something?”

“Yes, next,” Cheryl says, handing the bottle to Veronica. “We’re going anti clockwise this time,” she says to an annoyed looking Melody.

Veronica leans down to spin the bottle. It lands on Kevin.

“Dare,” Veronica says.

“I dare you to take your bra off and wear it on the outside of your clothes,” Kevin says. Veronica snorts, and does the dare with complete ease and not a hint of embarrassment.

“Archie?” Cheryl prompts, using her “sweet” voice again. Betty regards her carefully as Archie spins the bottle. It lands on Cheryl, and Cheryl looks only too delighted, much to Betty’s anxious and racing mind.

“Archie?”

“Truth, I guess,” Archie shrugs and Betty can feel her heart pounding in her ears as Cheryl’s smile grows wider.

“How many people in this room have you kissed… in the last year?” Cheryl says, smirking wickedly. Archie swallows visibly. Betty wills him to lie. It’s just a game, no one has to know it’s a lie. Except Betty is getting surer by the moment that Cheryl knows. How she knows, Betty has no idea, only that she’s playing some sick game with the two of them.

Archie looks panicked.

“It’s not fair to make him do math,” Reggie interjects. “Let’s just say he’s kissed half of the population and be done with it. Is it my turn yet?”

Surprisingly, Cheryl shrugs and lets Reggie take the bottle. Betty breathes a sigh of relief. Perhaps she is being paranoid after all. Cheryl probably doesn’t know anything.

Betty barely pays attention to the people who spin the bottle between Archie and herself. The bottle lands on her once, but she misses her chance to give a dare to Josie, and Cheryl chimes in, daring Josie to kiss the person in the room she thinks is the hottest. Josie kisses Reggie, much to his delight, and suddenly it’s Betty’s turn.

Cheryl narrows her eyes. She’s looking sulky, as if the game isn’t going quite the way she planned. Betty spins the bottle. Somehow, by some cosmic disaster, the bottle lands on Cheryl. Cheryl raises her eyebrows in a challenge.

“Dare,” Betty says, trying not to sound as nervous as she feels. Better to take the safe option, in case Cheryl really does know something about her kiss with Archie. Still, who knows what Cheryl has in store for her.

“Kiss. Archie.”

Betty’s stomach drops. Jughead stiffens beside her.

It’s more savage than Betty could have predicted. She knows she can’t do it. Knows she won’t do it. And yet, part of her wants to.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Kiss Archie. And make sure it’s on the lips. With lots of tongue.”

“Cheryl…” Betty starts.

“Don’t you think that’s a little far, Cheryl? She’s not going to kiss my boyfriend,” Veronica snorts.

“Besides, she has a boyfriend of her own,” Jughead reminds the group. Archie remains conspicuously silent.

“It’s just a game,” Cheryl points out. “Just one kiss. Or are you afraid they’ll both like it too much?”

Betty’s face burns. She can’t look at Veronica or Jughead.

“Of course not,” Veronica laughs, but it rings hollow, betraying her insecurity. Jughead’s broody silence beside her, his mouth set in a firm line suggests he has similar feelings. Betty can’t do this to her either of them.

“That’s the dare,” Cheryl shrugs. “Or if you don’t like it, you can change to truth.”

Betty glances at Archie. He won’t meet her eye. She looks back at Cheryl. Cheryl raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“Fine,” Betty swallows. “I’ll change to truth,” she says, already knowing this option isn’t going to be much better. Cheryl smiles, a wicked smile that turns Betty’s blood cold.

“Betty Cooper,” Cheryl starts. She surveys the room, making sure everyone is listening. Betty feels her skin start to itch. “Who was the last person you kissed last year?”

She should lie. She should quickly blurt out Jughead and be done with it. Would Cheryl really try to disagree with her?

But then she’s paused too long, the silence is too awkward, too uncomfortable.

“Betty?” Cheryl prompts.

“Jughead,” Veronica supplies. “Right, Betty?” But she doesn’t sound convinced. Perhaps she’s putting all Cheryl’s overly direct questions together, figuring out the truth. Meanwhile, Betty’s mouth opens and shuts like a goldfish, words evading her like they’ve never evaded her before.

“Oh my god,” Kevin says excitedly. “Did you have a rebound fling?”

“No!” Betty says vehemently, her brain finally connecting to her mouth. She can no longer feel Jughead’s hand in her own, though she can’t place when he moved it. Or did she move it?

“But you kissed someone that wasn’t Jughead?” Veronica asks.

“It was just one kiss,” Betty says helplessly. She looks to Archie, searching for support, but she knows instantly it’s a mistake. They share a look, and she doesn’t even know what she’s trying to tell him, what he’s trying to tell her, but with all eyes on her, it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Archie…” Betty says softly, and she’s not sure if she’s answering the question, or just begging him to say something. In either case, it solidifies the truth in everyone’s minds, casting a thick silence over the room. Veronica stands up abruptly, her face wrought with angry disbelief.

“When?” she asks.

“V…” Betty starts.

“When?” she hisses, her eyes snapping to Betty, full of betrayal. Betty flinches.

“A couple of nights before Christmas,” Archie supplies, finally speaking. “We were broken up, they were broken up.”

“It was just a kiss,” Betty says again. “It didn’t mean anything.” She looks to Jughead for the first time since the confession. His face is stone cold, his eyes full of hurt. Guilt pools in Betty’s stomach, tears well in her eyes, and she can’t think of a single thing to say.

“How could you?” Jughead says.

“How could both of you?” Veronica repeats, louder. “You tell me you love me and then three days later you’re making out with Betty?”

“Ronnie…” Archie tries, clearly uncomfortable with having this conversation in front of all their friends. To their credit, they’re silent, but they all seem to be enjoying the show.

“You know what? This party has suddenly become very not-fun. I’m going to bed,” Veronica says, probably also realising this isn’t the best place to yell at her boyfriend. “Cheryl, you’re sleeping with me tonight. Some people aren’t welcome in my bed.”

She gives Archie a scorching look that implies she’s not done being angry, and storms upstairs towards the bedrooms.

“Jug…” Betty says, her voice cracking. “Can we go outside and talk about this?”

“I always knew you’d go back to Archie eventually,” he says, his words like a punch in the stomach. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Jughead stands up, shaking his head, following Veronica upstairs, shaking his head. Betty considers going after him, but decides against it, knowing it’s just going to end in a fight. Better to leave it until morning when he’s had time to cool off.

“Are you happy now?” she spits at Cheryl instead.

“I’m satisfied,” Cheryl shrugs.

“You’re a real piece of work, Cheryl,” Archie growls.

“Hey, I was just trying to get the truth out there. You were the ones lying to your friends,” Cheryl simpers.

“Oh, you’re such a saint, Cheryl,” Betty bites. Cheryl purses her lips.

“Perhaps we all should go to bed,” Val suggests.

“It is pretty late,” Josie agrees.

Betty swallows all the other hateful things she wants to say to Cheryl.

“There are plenty of bedrooms,” Archie says flatly. “Take your pick.”

Valerie gets to her feet, leading the way, and Melody is quick to follow. The others slowly do the same in awkward silence.

Cheryl is the last to leave, other than Archie and Betty herself.

“I did you guys a favour, you know,” Cheryl tells them. “You may not see it now, but you’ll thank me later.”

“Get lost, Cheryl,” Archie tells her, and Betty would have put more swear words in, but she agrees with his sentiment. Cheryl shrugs and flips her long red hair as she turns and heads upstairs, presumably to Veronica’s room.

“Betty…” Archie starts, once they’re alone.

“We should probably get to bed,” Betty says quickly. Archie nods. “Night, Arch.”

“Night, Betty.”

Betty feels sick to her stomach as she climbs the stairs. She hates that she hurt Jughead, and she hates that she hurt Veronica. But another part of her wonders if they have any right to be mad anyway, and there’s a tug of annoyance at both of them. After all, hadn’t they both done the same thing to her?

Veronica in that closet with Archie. And Jughead had confessed he hooked up with Toni in their brief break up when the Black Hood was messing with her.

Doesn’t she get the same forgiveness she gave them?

Betty pushes open the first bedroom door she comes to, hoping to find Kevin. Instead she finds Josie and Reggie making out. She quickly closes the door. At least someone’s having a good time.

The next door she tries is, thankfully, Kevin’s.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she asks pathetically. Kevin nods sympathetically and pats the bed next to him. Betty crawls in beside him and promptly bursts into tears.

“Are you crying because you hurt your friends, or because you still want Archie?” Kevin asks softly as he holds her close and rubs her back gently. Betty doesn’t answer right away.

“Can it be both?” she eventually whispers.

“Yeah,” Kevin says, kissing the top of her head. And damn it if she doesn’t wish it were Archie.

Betty wakes up a few hours later, her throat dry and sore from sobbing herself to sleep. She carefully slips out of bed, trying not to wake Kevin, and pads downstairs to the kitchen. The house is dark and silent, and she doesn’t bother switching on any lights, instead feeling her way through the darkness.

The moon shines through the kitchen window, allowing her enough illumination to find a glass and fill it with tap water. She brings the glass to her lips and gulps it down, the cool liquid bringing instant relief.

“Hey,” whispers a groggy voice.

Betty almost drops the glass.

“Jesus, Arch. You scared me half to death.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you sleeping down here?”

“I wasn’t sure there’d be enough beds,” he shrugs. He’s partly lit by the moonlight streaming through the window, his white chest practically glowing. Betty looks away, blushing.

“Are you okay?” he asks her. Betty nods, though she knows Archie knows she’s not. “Me too,” Archie lies.

“They’ll get over it,” Betty says, setting her glass down on the bench. Archie takes a few steps closer and leans on the counter next to her.

There’s something surreal about standing next to Archie in a foreign kitchen, in the middle of the night, in near darkness. It’s like the rest of the world has ceased to exist, just for time being, and it’s just the two of them. Perhaps that’s a little how she felt in the car that night. Although this situation is considerably more peaceful. She wishes it could be like this always.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. This is all my fault.”

“Betty, I kissed you back.”

“You were just being polite.”

“I wasn’t. It was a good kiss.”

“It was just a kiss,” Betty repeats. Maybe if she says it enough it will be true.

Archie doesn’t speak for a moment.

“What if it wasn’t?” he finally says, his voice a little husky, sending a shiver down Betty’s spine. She swallows. It’s too much. It was one thing when it was all her, her one-sided feelings could be squashed, she could pretend she didn’t want him so much. But if he’s saying what she thinks he’s saying…

“Betty…” The sound of her name on his lips is torture.

“It has to be,” she cuts him off. “You saw how hurt they were when it was just a kiss. If they knew how we really felt…” she trails off.

“They know, Betty,” Archie insists. He doesn’t deny that he feels the same. “Of course they know. Why do you think they were so mad? Why do you think they didn’t want you to do Cheryl’s dare? They know it’s meant to be you and me.”

“God, Archie,” Betty says. She’s tearing up again. “Why couldn’t you have just wanted me six months ago?”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Even if we break up with Jughead and Veronica tonight, we can’t actually be together.”

“Why not?”

“It would kill Jughead. It would probably kill Veronica. I can’t do that to them,” Betty shakes her head. Archie falls silent.

“You’re right,” he sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

She brushes her arm against his, an act meant to comfort him, and also comfort herself.

“We should get back to bed. I think there’s a spare bedroom, you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” Betty says. Archie shrugs.

“I’m okay down here,” he insists. Betty leaves her spot against the counter to stand in front of Archie, so close she can practically feel his heart beating. Archie watches her cautiously, licking his lips.

“Cheryl’s not around, is she?” Betty asks. Archie shakes his head.

Betty tilts her head up, closing her eyes as she leans in, closing the distance between their lips. It’s soft and sweet, and she pulls away before he has a chance to kiss her back. He keeps his eyes shut for a few moments afterwards, like he’s savouring the moment.

“Happy birthday, Archie,” Betty whispers, and then she turns and leaves him standing alone in the dark.

[outlawbarbiex]

2011 / 2017

How old were you when you met your first love? you know, i really don’t know who my first love is anymore. it doesn’t matter to me. / I was 18. I thought I’d loved someone before him, but I was wrong about that.

Are you taking this survey in a place other than your home? nope, laying in my bed. / Nah, I’m at home on the loveseat. Did you get ice cream from the ice cream truck when you were little? Do they still have an ice cream truck where you live? yes, i did. we see them all the time. / I haven’t seen one in a while.

What has been the most traumatic experience of your life? Does it still bother you?

losing my son, of course. Are you good at answering trick questions? i dunno, maybe. / Haha, not really. PJ has proven that to me recently. Who was the last person in your family to graduate high school? Was it you? yeah, it was me. Have you ever been to Disneyland? nope. Your last ex finds out you’ve fallen in love with another person? okay? that isn’t a question. i don’t think any of my exes would give a shit, which is good since it wouldn’t matter even if they did. / He knows and he was piiissed. Fuck ‘em. What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had? an arizona sweet tea. / An orange-orange vitamin water. What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? we did have a baby. / I’m actually pregnant right now. (: Has the last person you kissed, met your family? of course. / He’s only met my mother so far. Why are you doing this survey? well, i haven’t done one in forever. i don’t really feel like using xanga anymore, so i just posted it here. whatever. / I finished cleaning, shaving, and plucking my eyebrows. I’m just trying to pass the time until Darrell gets home. Don’t you hate it when your cell phone dies in the middle of a convo? of course. What was the last strong emotion you experienced? Who was responsible for it? i dunno. / I felt an overwhelming amount of love this morning when Darrell took the time to kiss me a few times before he left for work, even though he was running late. When people fill out your surveys, do you read their answers? i pretty much only read answers to the surveys i’m taking. i’ll read them before i erase them and type my own. Have you ever had to cancel a bank account? no. / Yes. Was the last conversation you had an argument? no.

If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? there’s no way to know for sure, so no. / I can’t wait to marry Darrell. Would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $15,000? haha, probably. Would you date someone three years older than you? my boyfriend is over five years older than me. / The only person I want is about a year older than me. When was the last time you had starbucks? it’s been a while, actually. / Uh, it’s been four-five months. I don’t think I’ve had it since before Amber moved.

When have you walked into a room that should have been locked? i can’t think of a time. / A week or two ago. Betty thought I’d left for work already and was in the bathroom with the door open and light off. Luckily, she stopped me before I turned the light on. What’s the last thing you threw out that used to mean something to you? i can’t think of anything. / Hm. A few months ago, I got rid of a lot of my ex’s things, but they didn’t mean anything anymore. What turned out better than you thought? nothing. / Um, stepping down as a supervisor, I guess. I thought I’d miss the position more, but I really only miss the schedule. What seems to be working out “so far”? life? / My relationship, pregnancy, and living arrangements. Who can’t you figure out? i dunno. / Darrell, but that’s okay. What are you hoping for? well, i have a feeling that time is gonna go really slow between now and when chris will get home. i hope it doesn’t. / A healthy pregnancy and baby. Can trust be restored? i don’t know. in some situations, i suppose, but it’s not easy… / Hopefully over time. It’s certainly difficult. Who do you feel is always looking out for you? myself. / Darrell, honestly. What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was engaged? i wouldn’t do anything. Was your mom over 30 when she had you? i think so. / <- Why didn’t I do the math? She was 32. Does your ex live in the same town as you? not all of them do. / I don’t know or care anymore. Think back in February, last year, how was your love life then? it was stressful. / Stressful and unhealthy. Were you worried about anything last night? i don’t think so. If you were ever in love or thought you were in love with someone, when did you know/what made you think you were in love with that person? there are far too many little things to list about chris that make me realize every day just how in love with him i really am. the way he makes me feel. how happy me makes me without even trying sometimes. etc. / I’ve had feelings for Darrell for around two years now, though I denied them for a long time. Once I finally admitted it to myself, I then fought them for a bit longer. Once I gave in, I was afraid of how strong my feelings were, but I knew I loved him for sure the first time we kissed. How long can you “function” while hungry? i’ve gone quite a while without eating before. / Well, I’m pregnant, so I try not to stay hungry for long. Have you ever been just so mentally exhausted that you just collapsed to the floor? yes, once or twice. / Yup. It’s gotten so much better lately, though. Does the phrase “‘Nough said” irk you at all? it does not. Are you open to changing your mind? in some situations, yes.

Are you easily amused or hard to humour? i’d say i’m pretty easily amused. Would you say you are emotional? Emotional in what way? yes, in every way possible? :p Are you social or are you more of a loner? it depends on my mood. / I’d have to say somewhere in between. I can be social with certain people. Do you drink gingerale when you are not sick? no. i don’t even drink it when i am sick. i used to, though. / No. I typically stick to Sprite when I’m nauseous. Does your bed make a lot of noise when you’re having sex? not since we took it off of the frame. / No, thankfully. Have you ever cried and didn’t know why? eh, maybe. Do you want to be in a relationship right now? obviously. Do you tend to fall for people easily? not usually. Can you do the electric slide? i don’t guess so. If the person who hurt you most showed up at your work with flowers and a card, and gave you a public apology what would you do? i don’t even know who that would be, honestly. i am too forgiving, though. i get over or forget things way too easily. it’s really not good sometimes. / I’d just ask him to leave. I have absolutely nothing to say to him at this point. What is your opinion on your ex? he was cool when we hung out, but i haven’t seen or really talked to him in months, so i really don’t know anymore. / It’s whatever. I want nothing to do with him. You doing anything interesting tomorrow? ugh, work 1-7 pm. / Just working 7a-3p. ): Last person you completely lost your temper with? probably chris. / Uh, Darrell I guess. Do you live from paycheck to paycheck? mhm. i’m broke nigga, i’m broke.

Should homeschooling be illegal? Why or why not? no. / <- I suppose it should be the parents’ decision. Is it okay to date a close friend’s ex-boyfriend/girlfriend ? Why or why not? no. it’s just not okay to date a “friend’s” ex, ever. / Hahahahaha, oh man. Have you had sex while both fully dressed (unzip fly, hike up skirt…)? yeah. Have you used the 69 position? yeah, of course. Have you had sexual intercourse without using birth control? yeah. Have you used ice for sexual purposes? no, but i’d like to. / Daddy’s played around with it a bit. Have you completely shaved off your pubic hair? of course. Have you forced or coerced someone into having sex with you? no. Have you used alcohol to lower someone’s resistance? i’m not a creep, so no. Have you watched a pornographic movie with your sex partner? no. / Not an entire movie. Have you ever had sex while using the pull-out method as the sole form of birth control? yes. Have you ever had sex with someone you met online? no. / Yes.

Is it awkward when you run into your exes? fortunately, i don’t run into exes. i don’t think it would be awkward, though. not for me. / The few times it’s happened, yeah. Who do you blame for your bad mood today? i’m not really in a bad mood. Are you comfortable hanging out with your friend’s boyfriends/girlfriends? depends on who they are, who else will be there, what we’ll be doing, etc. / Hahaha, jeez. Um, I’ve hung out with Bob a few times while waiting on Corrin and stuff and it was cool. We just played PS4 and smoked pot until she got there, with the exception of the time he changed my oil. Are there any people who don’t like you? oh yes. What are you going to do later? shower, pack a bowl, chill outside with chris while he grills, watch some of the office or the big bang theory, sleep. / I think Darrell and I are going to the store a for a few things. I’m sure we’ll have dinner with Betty, play some Overwatch, and end up watching something before bed. Who did you last talk badly about? my boyfriend’s ex. / <- Wow, this same chick AND my ex today to Richie. What a coincidence. Something you don’t wanna think about? ^ my boyfriend’s ex. / My ex. Thanks, Richie and this survey! :P Do you plan on going to your high school’s reunion? we’ll see, i guess. / Sure. Do you think you would make a good husband? definitely.

Would you ever have sex with the boss to get the job you wanted? no. Would you ever been in a frat or sorority? would i ever been? / No. How would you react if you found a hate group about you on Facebook or another social network? i’d laugh, and probably join it just to piss the haters off. Has a gun ever been pointed at you? no. Would you ever do a threesome? maybe. Have you ever been to Spencer Gifts? of course. Have you had sex with more than one person in 2011? no. i haven’t had sex with anyone but chris since… july or august 2010. Is there someone who continuously lets you down? i dunno, shit happens. / Not anymore. How much have you been through emotionally? how am i supposed to answer that? / A lot, but who hasn’t? Have you ever rejected anybody? yes. Have you ever talked to anybody about your love life? of course. How do you vent your feelings? talking. How does your ex feel about you? i have no clue, actually. / I don’t know or care anymore. Do you think anyone has feelings for you? How do you know? well i would hope so, seeing as we’ve been together for nine months. / Yeah, Darrell seems to. Are you in a good mood? eh, not really. / I’m fine. Do you think you’re good looking? sometimes. / I’m aight, I guess.

2014 / 2017

Are you currently in love with someone right now? I am, indeed.

How old are you? 21. / 24.

Do you like where you are in life right now? I mean, I wouldn’t complain if I had more money or if we had a bigger place, but overall, sure. / Yes. (:

Do you find that you have trouble sleeping? No, not really. It’s just that I don’t want to go to bed early.

Who is your celebrity-girl crush? I don’t really have one. There are plenty I find attractive, though. / So many, especially Emilia Clarke.

Where is your hometown? McKenzie, TN.

Did you have any special memories from childhood? Of course.

Describe your ideal date. Uh. We’d smoke a blunt and go see a movie, then go eat and play pool or something. / Since I’m pregnant, I’d be fine with dinner and a movie. Maybe take a walk or something simple.

What do you think your looks preference is? Beard and glasses, like Chris. :P / I just love beards.

Do you like your accent? Not particularly, no.

Do you have a nickname that you absolutely hate? No.

What’s the name of a song you’ve listened to a lot recently? Crazy Train, a cover of Ozzy by Iron Horse. / Disarm – Smashing Pumpkins.

Are you texting anyone at this moment? Yes, Chris about dinner. / Tiffany, always.

Who did you last have over your house? Sarah. / The Comcast guy. Other than that, my mom.

Recently, who in your house has gotten on your nerves the most? Chris is the only person I live with. / Not Darrell.

Think of the most recent time that you went out to eat with someone, who ended up paying? Mike and Judy. / I had lunch with Richie at his job. He paid for the meal and I tipped.

What has pissed you off today, if anything at all? I’m not pissed about it, but at work today Chelsee was complaining because she didn’t have a drink. I gave her mine and asked her if she’d pick one up for me at the store since she took her lunch break before me. She said she would, but didn’t even end up going to the store. I was very annoyed, considering that was my drink for the day. / Nothing.

How often do you talk to the person you currently have feelings for? Every single day.

When was the last time you couldn’t stop laughing? Last night. / Within the past few nights.

Who was the last person to have to deal with you having an attitude? Probably Chris. / Definitely Darrell.

If you had $100 dollars, how would you spend it? I’d like to say new clothes, but I’d probably spend it on bud, booze, and food since I have plenty of cigarettes. / I’d buy Lucero tickets for Darrell and me.

What’s something you would love to have happen right now? I’d love for Chris to come home from work early. / I just want Darrell to be home already.

You were given the opportunity to get a new cellular device, what do you choose?  iPhone. / I recently got an iPhone 7 Plus, so I’m good.

How nice of a person are you, honestly? I’m very nice.

What good things have happened today? Uh, I’m alive. / Darrell still loves me and I got to see Richie.

Can you honestly say that at this point and time you’re happy with the way things are going in your life? Didn’t you pretty much ask this already? / Yeah.

Is there anyone of your preferred sex who tends to mess with your head? Not that I can think of. / Not anymore.

When you get to go shopping for new clothes, where do you go to find your clothes? Victoria’s Secret, Old Navy, etc. / Torrid. Coming back to my current job has made me fat.

If I was too see you face to face, who would you more than likely be with? Chris. / Darrell.

What is one assumption people make of you, by just seeing you? I haven’t a clue.

What is something that you have come to realize doesn’t work for you? Spending all my money on bullshit.

Have you ever grown apart from someone, and then over time you came back into each others lives? Yes.

What if you get the person you like? I’m with the person I love.

Do you always answer your phone? No, not at all.

Who was the last person you saw? The neighbor. I’ve lived next to this man for a year and a half and still don’t know for sure what his name is. Chad, maybe? / Richie, other than random strangers on the way home.

Who was the last person you hung out with? Chris. Other than that, Sarah. / Richie.

Do you sleep on your stomach? No, I sleep on my side.

What is on your bed right now? Me, pillows, a blanket, my sleep mask, my phone, the Xbox controller, and the TV remote. / Just pillows, a sheet, and a comforter. Maybe a cat or two.

Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? Obviously.

Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? He’d better.

How late did you stay up last night and why? We went to bed sometime after 10PM. We were supposed to go to bed earlier because we’ve been staying up so late lately, but Chris got caught up in Dragon Age II and then we watched some more of Almost Famous. / I think we went to bed around midnight after watching The Hangover III and… stuff.

What are you doing tomorrow? Working until 3PM, then hanging with Eric until Chris gets off work. After that, I don’t know. / Working 7a-3p, then spending the evening with Darrell.

Is the last person you kissed more than a year older than you? Yes, he’s 5 ½ years older. / Barely.

Has a girl sat on your bed before? I’m sure. / My bed has been at my mom’s for a few years, but probably.

Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Yes.

Are you missing someone? Yes.

Do you wish you had a pool table? YES. I’d be so happy.

Anything you’d change that happened in the last 2 weeks? Eh, nothing major.

Where’s your phone? On the bed right next to me. / Next to me on this loveseat.

How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing? My undershirt, maybe 3 or 4 years. The other shirt, 3 or 4 days. / A couple of weeks. I got it when Darrell and I went to see Blackbear.

What do you usually order from Arby’s? Chicken, bacon, & swiss combo with mozzerella sticks and a large Mountain Dew. / <- Mozzarella*. Still the same thing, though their pizza sliders are so good.

Name someone with big eyes. O.O

When was the last time you had coffee? It’s been at least a couple weeks. / Um, maybe last weekend.

Let me guess, your last incoming call was from the opposite sex? Bingo. / Wrong.

Do you want to please everyone? Hell no.