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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 years ago

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batmanisagatewaydrug's semi-facetious leo season gift-giving guide to treat yourself and others

hi gang, I'm just gonna say this: I don't believe in astrology, but every August I lean into, like, the MOST annoying Leo stereotypes and buy myself just a LOAD of shit, because I'm great and it's my birth month and I deserve it. to be clear I would be doing this regardless of when my birthday is, but as it happens all of my astrology bitch friends get to feel real smug 31 days a year after I've spent 11 months snorting at their assertion that space rocks and gas clouds have any bearing on their mental health and personality disorders.

ANYWAY.

when I was younger I tended to feel a bit guilty about my little birthday treats (and most other spending that was just for me), but I've mercifully grown past that shit now. one, "guilty pleasure" is a flawed concept. I'm not catholic, I don't have to feel guilty about shit. two, I have the money to do this. I'm fine. and three, best of all, all of my gifts-to-self came from smaller artists and creators, and I could NEVER feel guilty about supporting talented craftspeople just trying to make a living peddling their wares on the internet.

anyway, in the interest of further support I thought I'd compile a list of all the weird shit I've been treating myself to under the justification of my birthday and link to all the cool cool people who made this stuff. in all sincerity, they're making me very happy and I hope they make you happy too.

anyway, now that I've done the "annoying housewife prose at the start of a recipe blog" portion, let's get to the shit.

#1. Charming Little Fox

I was lured in by the honeycomb jewelry, because my wife LOVES bees and bee-themed accessories (thank god she's not on tumblr anymore, because MAJOR gift-giving spoilers), but ended up falling in love with all the unique earrings. I ended up getting this asymmetrical sun/moon pair, which makes me feel unspeakably cool every time I wear them.

#2. Skeletons in the Closet

okay, listen - my big splurge was on some of the handmade masks (filters included), namely one of these fringed baddies that's going to make me look like Orville Peck. but you've GOT to look at the clothes for sale on this site, which are some of the most gorgeous high drama gay goth shit I've ever seen in my life. velvet, fringe, and fishnet ABOUNDS.

#3. Jenny Shlemon

I'm kind of obsessed with this whole shop, which makes a lot of profane glittery iridescent resin jewelry that's EXACTLY my kind of tacky. my friend AJ got me one of their keychains for my birthday, which is shaped like a star, full of glitter, and has beads that lovingly spell out the word CUNT inside. that little gift came with a ten percent off on my next purchase. I went with these cool hoop-and-snake earrings, but I was sorely tempted by the ones that proudly proclaimed I PUT A WHOLE BAG OF JELLYBEANS UP MY ASS.

#4. Maya Kern

okay, listen. Maya Kern sure as shit doesn't need my help to sell size-inclusive, deep-pocketed skirts, which seem to instantly sell out every time a fresh batch is listed. which is why I was SO excited to snag one of these cuties covered in hands! I'm genuinely really excited to get this skirt and happy to support an independent queer artist, but this one IS also just sort of a flex that I get to wear one of these wonders on my body.

#5. Janatee Craftily

full disclosure that this is the shop of a dear, dear friend of mine, but what the fuck is the point of having a tumblr blog with followers if not to hype up your homies? this beloved chum is the master of many art forms, from crochet to jewelry to stickers to dice. this month I've been particularly hyped to receive a set of miniature rainbow dice, a glitter rainbow necklace, and a crocket halter top that are all Janatee Craftily specials.

#6. VestalKi

... aka tumblr user @kialessa. this cute little crochet water bottle holder isn't even here yet, but I'm already hype as hell to receive it. I go for a LOT of lengthy walks (probably like 3-5 a week, because pokemon go is serious fucking business) and it's hot as hell here. but I hate having to carry a water bottle around with my hands like some kind of medieval peasant (because, again, those pokemon are NOT going to catch themselves) so this is really going to revolutionize my entire life. PLUS Mack has informed me it can comfortably pull double duty as a purse??? my god, this is the gift that just keeps giving.

#7. Super Yaki

this is a movie with cute weird movie merch for cute weird movie fans, but what if, like me, you're a wretched bog hag who's never willingly engaged with pop culture in their life? well, good news: now there's Super Yaki merch for us, too! and if you happen to be a fan of Dimension 20, like me, even better news: it was designed by Kendra Wells, the artist behind the character art for The Unsleeping City! if you're not a fan of Dimension 20, just disregard that last part and look at this cool shirt.

credit for me owning this one actually goes to Rachel @dykerory, who insisted on buying it for me mere moments after I sent them this image and asked if I should buy it for myself. thanks, beloved bestie brainworm <3

#8. GreenTree Factory

one of the only other entries on this list that I didn't encounter through the internet! I met these shop owners at a local farmer's market, and was delighted by their drinks-themed candles and whimsical little soaps - so delighted that I immediately had to buy a matching lime margarita candle/soap set. the scents are phenomenal, the craftsmanship delightful, and products are extremely long-lasting. look at this - this sparks joy in my heart literally every time I light it.

#9. The Euphoric TreeFort

I met these guys at a con where I was volunteering, and it took all my willpower not to drop over 100 dollars on candles right then and there. they have some of the most unique and VIVID scents that I've ever encountered in my life, some of which frankly seem like an affront to God and science. I don't know how they managed to so perfectly capture the scent of cheese pizza in a candle, and I have no idea who would want to burn it, but I do have to admit it's very impressive. more palatable options include their orange soda scent, which I frequently just carry around my house, unlit, sniffing it and marveling at how exactly like orange soda is smells.

#10. The Bail Project

swerve - you thought this was going to be all about materialism and buying things, didn't you? it mostly is, but one of the most rewarding things I've thrown my money at in a long time is Lil Nas X's bail fund. you can make a one-time donation or do what I did, and set a small recurring donation to be charged every month. I was mostly joking when I called this a gift-giving guide, but any donation to the Bail Project could literally change the course of someone's life, and there's no better gift than that.

#long post #apologies etc

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the-resurrection-3d · 3 years ago

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Ficlet request: Marcovaldo family dinner. Can be modern timeline, regular timeline, funny, sad, whatever you think would be an engaging slice of life.

I dunno if this was exactly what you were looking for, but my dad's birthday was yesterday, so I decided to do something based around that! (I'm actually going to go buy my dad's present right after I post this; I'm buying him a new tie. c:)

Anyway, I hope you like it! Takes place in modern timeline, technically, but around when Alberto is 15 and Giulia is 14 -- I wanted to write off-brand YYY fanfic I MEAN explore their past strained dynamic that I really only alluded to in "bandingo." Hope you like it!

And yes, the "friend" Alberto mentions is Nick. CEO of hating it here.

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What’s that face? Alberto asks as he scoots the toy sea-dragon forward into the cake, the jellybeans in its mouth rattling like stones.

Giulia clasps her hands together, says carefully, I want to say this feels vaguely racist.

— But I’m a sea monster, so you can’t say that? Alberto accidentally gives a particularly aggressive scoot that knocks one of the fat novelty candles over. Whoops.

Giulia tries to shoo him away as she rushes to his side of the kitchen table. Her hands instinctively go for her hat, but all her hair has been tied back, so she only manages to loosen her ponytail as she yanks on her scalp in frustration. Why are you putting it into the cake?

Alberto takes a step back to avoid catching her elbow in the face. So that it stays?

I worked hard on this, you know.

Yeah, it was truly torturous pouring some sand out of a box and throwing eggs into it. Truly back-breaking labor.

Oh, shut up.

***

Are those big novelty cakes even edible? Giulia asks, using a toothpick to swirl the green icing around the sea monster’s coiled base back into flower-shapes. The theme had been “gardens,” since her father

(their father?)

(now that’s funny)

— since her father had gotten back into it as of late, pots of basil and Geraniums out on the windowsills, white sticks for tomatoes lined up like bowling pins underneath the treehouse.

I can’t imagine all that fondant tastes good, Giulia continues.

Alberto, who had been tasked to sit there with his hands firmly pinned down under his chin, says, I have a friend--

Giulia shoots him a look.

Yeah, I know, unbelievable right? That one of us could actually have friends.

Imaginary friends don't count.

I think your sense of direction's screwed up, sis, Alberto says, suddenly behind her now, suddenly turning her around by her shoulders. The mirror's right over there.

Giulia rips her out of his grasp. Don't call me ‘sis.’ My name is Giulia.

Anyway, Alberto says, rolling his eyes. My friend was saying that in chocolate shops in Germany, you can walk in and the guy's making a whole hippopotamus out of chocolate right there in the middle of the store.

The toothpick breaks in her hands before she realizes she’d been folding it. She tosses the splinters onto the table. Push me all you want, Alberto, she says, turning back to the cake. It won't work.

What won't work? he asks.

I'm not fighting you in front of Papa, Giulia says, hoping you can glare from the corner of your eye as she picks up the longer splinter and pretends to go back to work. If you want to make an ass of yourself, be my guest, but I won't let you drag me down with you.

Alberto falls silent for a moment, staring at the back of her head, at the yellow icing-orchids around the curly scrawl of

(their?)

(well he’s not yours)

(but why shouldn’t she have to share?)

his boss’s name, at the blue “49” candles standing watching over it.

We should add a big glop of icing here, he says, pointing behind the candles, where the sea monster’s mouth casts a shadow. He remembers when Massimo had bought that for him on one of their trips to get Alberto new clothes, the way he’d told Massimo in excited whispers about how he knew the brand of tiny car between its teeth because he’d found one buried in the silt of the cave near the island.

He remembers that tattoo on Massimo’s arm.

Giulia freezes at the intrusion of his voice, all the malice within it suddenly washed out. Why? she asks.

So the jellybeans have something sticky to land on and don't go flying all over the words as much.

***

They don’t mess up the words, but a few do scatter across the table, before Machiavelli bats them right off. Giulia and Alberto both start towards the floor, but Massimo tells them to stay seated, we’ll get them later.

But he’s still laughing, just a little.

(Giulia had her hand out to Alberto underneath the table once her father’s head had tipped back, but Alberto had just looked at it in confusion.)

(Gimme a low five.)

(Like… a four?)

(What?)

Massimo smiles, pats Giulia’s head first, then Alberto’s, chuckling again as Alberto almost stands up in his chair to push his head in. I'm glad to see you two starting to get along.

#luca #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #tw nick mention #is that tag ironic or not? yes #2d asks #2d nonsense

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poge-life · 4 years ago

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Underbelly{ Sweet Pea: Chapter Two

The thing about Stevie and Sweet Pea, was that they both had to be touching each other in some type of way. You could always find Sweet Pea with his arm around her shoulder but if it wasn't around her shoulder, it was either around her waist or they were holding hands.

When Stevie and Sweet Pea first met their freshman year of Southside High, they couldn't be in the same room with each other for more than five minutes without being at each other's throats; resulting in Fangs having to pull Sweet Pea out of the room and Toni holding Stevie back. Stevie had her mother's gut and her father's temper and it always got the best of her. Resulting in her always getting into fights.

Underneath her tough exterior, was a heartbroken girl. She was absolutely crushed when her mother packed up and left with Jellybean. Not even saying goodbye to either of the other kids. Shortly after that, Fp started drinking heavier, barely being sober and when he was, it changed in a matter of seconds. Jughead left, not being able to see his dad in that state.

That was the only time Toni had ever seen her cry. Besides Toni, Sweet Pea was the only other person to see her cry.

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Stevie was at the Wyrm, playing pool with Fangs the night Fp got arrested. Jughead was off at the winter dance at Riverdale high and Fp was sitting in the trailer.

Stevie was currently handing Fangs' ass to him in their game. Multiple people had told him to not accept her challenge of playing a game with her, but he let his masculinity get the best of him. Stevie was beant over the side of the pool table, lining her stick up in front of the cue ball, aiming to hit her last ball into the pocket.

She pulled her arm back to hit the ball when a kick to the back of her leg, caused her to hit it harder than planned, knocking the eight ball into the pocket, causing her to lose.

"Dammit, String Bean!" Stevie turned to see Sweet Pea with a smirk on his face with a beer in his hand, "I did you a favor. Your head is already big as it is. No need for your ego to get any bigger."

Stevie rolled her eyes at him and dug her hand into her pocket to pull out a 20 dollar bill and slapped in against Fangs chest as she walked by him on her way to the bar. She sat down in front of her pink haired friend, who placed a beer in front of her, "You two just need to make out already."

Stevie had choked on her beer and turned her head to the side to cough. Taking a deep breath in, she turned back to look at Toni, who had amusement written across her face.

"Please. He wishes he would make out with me." Stevie threw Toni a wink, who just shook her head at the girl.

Tall boy had called out for the girl from her dad's office, causing her to down the rest of her beer. If Tall Boy or her dad had caught her drinking, she'd be grounded for life. She threw a few bills on the bar and hopped off the stool, making her way up to her dad's office. Not before she bumped into the pool table, causing Sweet Pea to miss his shot.

She threw him a wink before running up the stairs and into her dad's office, "Sup Gerard."

Usually whenever Stevie would tease her dad's right hand, he would laugh and call her Stephanie but there was no smile nor humor on his face today.

"Sheriff Keller called here asking for you," He started, causing Stevie to look at him in confusion, "He was at your trailer with a search warrant. Fp...he got arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom."

Stevie felt the air leave her lungs and her legs gave out from underneath her. She fell to her knees as tears welled up in her eyes, "No. No. He said he had nothing to do with it."

"They found the gun that was used to shoot the Blossom boy, Stephanie." Tall Boy said in a quiet voice.

She stood up on shaky legs and ran her fingers thru her hair, "I have to go. I need to find Jughead."

Stevie threw the door open and rushed down the steps and ran thru everybody, ignoring Fangs and Toni calling out her name. She rushed out the door and ran over to her bike. She threw her leg over the top of it and tried to start it but it wouldn't budge.

She stood up off her bike and kicked it over, "Dammit!"

She fell to her knees and dropped her head in her hands, letting sobs rip through her body. She sat on the ground so her back was to the wyrm with her knees brought up to her chest, with her arms wrapped around them.

"Stevie?"

She turned her head to see Sweet Pea with her jacket in one of his hands, "What happened?"

"My dad. Sheriff Keller showed up with a warrant. They, uh,...they found the gun that was used to kill Jason Blossom." She cried. Sweet Pea kneeled in front of her and lifted her head up.

He let his eyes wander over. He's never seen her wear makeup, save for mascara and the occasional glitter Toni had roped her into wearing. He noticed her neatly shaped and filled eyebrows, no doubt with the help from Toni. She had plump, rose colored lips with hazel eyes and freckles dancing across her nose and cheeks.

"C'mon. I'll take you home." He told her, grabbing onto both of her hands. She stood up on shaky legs and let him lead her to the truck he borrowed for the night. After making sure she was settled in, Sweet Pea hopped into the driver's seat and made their way to her trailer.

Pulling up next to the trailer, they both got out of the truck and made their way up to the door.

Stevie's heart broke at the police tape that was ripped off the door and a took a step in, pushing the door open the rest of the way. She let out a sob at the sight of her home.

They had torn apart everything. The couch cushions were laid across the floor, the coffee table was upside down, clothes were spewed everywhere.

Sweet Pea placed his hand on her shoulder and she grabbed his hand. They both walked through the kitchen, and over to the bedroom where the mattress was off the box spring and everything from the closet was on the floor.

"Jesus christ." Sweet Pea mumbled, looking around the room. There was a mixture of Fp's, Jughead's and Stevie's stuff thrown across the room and his heartbroke at the sight in front of him. She had mascara running down her face and her body was shaking as sobs ripped through her body. He pulled the girl into him and she wrapped her arm around his torso.

As long as he's known her, he's only seen her as this tough serpent who has a temper as bad as his. But the girl in front of him, wasn't the Stevie he knew.

#sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea imagines #sweet pea smut #sweet pea fanfic #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale smut #riverdale fanfic #jordan connor #jordan connor imagines #jordan connor imagine #jordan connor smut

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ve1vetyoongi · 5 years ago

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Operation: Love Letters | 04

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 7k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings/rating: none, PG

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

"I'm having second thoughts about this." You whine as Jimin fishes around in his leather waist bag for a pen so he can scribble your names down under KISSERS on the fundraiser sign up sheet. "What if my admirer doesn't even turn up? Or worse, what someone kisses me and I get sick and then I die before I can uncover their identity?"

Jimin just rolls his eyes, already finished dotting the I's in his name with tiny hearts before he slips his arm through yours and drops his head on to your shoulder as you walk across campus.

"Taehyung got totally suspicious when he found out you were signing up for the kissing booth. So, he knows you're gonna be here. What's stopping him from coming?"

"We don't know if he is my admirer yet." You point out. "Their name was ripped off, remember?"

"Well why else would he have had that letter in his backpack? It doesn't take much to read between the lines. Don't deep it too much. Besides, I've already started an intense lip treatment so I'm ready for the big day!" He smacks his lips with a wink and you can't help but scoff.

"Hey! You're supposed to be focused on finding my admirer not making out with every student on campus!"

"What? A guy can't even have some fun around here anymore?" Jimin tugs on his satchel with a dreamy look in his eyes. "Besides, who knows? Maybe I'll find an admirer of my own!"

"I just wish the note hadn't been ripped right where my admirer wrote his name." You sigh. "That would've made this whole thing a lot easier."

"Sure, but in a way it's a good sign. The fact that he signed his name at all suggests that he wants to be found, so I'll bet he's gonna turn up at the kissing booth for real."

You shake your head, already nervous. "You better be right."

Jimin just sends you a wink. "When am I ever wrong?"

"Okay, I was wrong." Jimin murmurs, nerves evident in his tone as you elbow your way to the front of the crowd that has formed outside the gym. "Maybe this was a bad idea."

The kissing booth is a small wooden shack set up in the middle of the gymnasium, surrounded by red foil balloons in the shape of hearts and jars of pink jellybeans and bouquets of chocolate covered strawberries. The air is fragrant with the red roses that are scattered by the dozen along the path leading up to none other than Kim Seokjin, who stands on a stepladder as he adds the finishing touches to a sign labelled with prices in chalk, from 5 cents for a kiss on the cheek to 5 dollars for a make-out.

When he sees you emerging from the crowd his face breaks out into a beaming grin and he rushes over to pull you both into a bear hug. "I knew I could count on you two to come along! The other kisser's pulled out last minute, so you guys are gonna have to work extra hard today!"

"What?" Jimin exclaims. "The two of us have to kiss all of these people?"

Before Seokjin can open his mouth to let out a reassuring excuse, a familiar head of blonde hair stuffed messily beneath a baseball cap rounds the corner.

"Dude, Taehyung popped another one of the balloons, d'ya got any spares..." Yoongi calls, before stopping like a dead weight when he sees you standing there. He offers you a confused but friendly wave. "Oh hey, Y/N."

"Yoongi? What are you doing here?"

"Seokjin paid me twenty dollars to man the tip jar." He explains, opening a nearby pot and pouring a handful of pink bubblegum into his mouth despite the distasteful look Seokjin sends him. Yoongi just shrugs and slumps down onto the stool behind the booth, flashing Seokjin a look of his own. "He didn't mention that slave labour would be involved, though."

"Yoongi? Did you get more balloons—"

None other than Taehyung skips around the corner holding a bunch of pink balloons, stumbling gracelessly like a crazed, blue haired bowling ball into your form in his haste.

"Taehyung, too? What are you doing here?" Jimin narrows his eyes, and nudges you in the ribs with a knowing wink. Way to not be suspicious, you think. "Are you here to perhaps...kiss a special someone?"

"Me? No! Uh...just...helping!" Taehyung stammers, avoiding Jimin's gaze like the plague while jumping foot to foot nervously and managing to somehow pop one of the balloons in his grip which falls to the ground limply. He flashes you a sheepish smile. "See, helping..."

"He's definitely being sketchy." Jimin whispers in your ear as Yoongi rolls his eyes and ties the balloons to the booth where Taehyung can't accidentally destroy any more of them. "Look at how much he's sweating!"

"I think the real question is, why are you guys here?" Yoongi nods towards the coordinating pink jumpsuits Jimin has convinced you to wear because they were Valentine's appropriate. "Didn't think you did a lot of charity work."

"I like charity work!" You insist, though Yoongi just raises an eyebrow unconvinced, nodding his head when your true motive slips out. "But truth is I'm trying to find my secret admirer. It's just I didn't think there would be so many people..."

Yoongi follows your gaze out over the line of people waiting to get a kiss from the booth, face after indistinguishable face buzzing with excitement until they disappear around the corner, probably getting longer as the minutes ticked by.

"How do you even know if the guy is here or not?" Yoongi points out. "This could be a waste of time."

"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess I'll know when I see them?"

"How?" Taehyung suddenly interjects. All eyes fall on him and he turns sheepish, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean how do you know if someone is in love with you just by looking at them? Can you tell?"

Jimin fishes for his phone, pulling up a website and holding it out to Taehyung and Yoongi who read through it curiously. "I looked online and apparently there's, like, a ton of body language cues to tell if someone's in love with you. Like if they touch you a lot, or their pupils get bigger when they look at you, or they save you from harms way—"

"So Y/N should just throw herself in front of a car and see if her knight in shining armour shows up to save her?" Yoongi scoffs, handing Jimin his phone back with an amused shake of his head.

"Uh, actually...about that." Seokjin pops up from behind the booth, two slips of pink silk dangling from his fingertips. He holds it up to his eyes, obscuring his vision in demonstration. "You two won't be seeing a single thing."

"What?!" You exclaim. "Seokjin, this was your idea! Why didn't you tell me we would be blindfolded before I signed up?"

"Because you know as well as me that you wouldn't have come if I told you and I needed someone actually hot to sign up for this thing if I wanted to raise our goal amount." You cross your arms and blow a piece of hair out of your face in frustration. Seokjin throws up his hands in defence. "Hey, don't look at me like that! You're our moneymaker, Y/N!"

"That's not the point! How am I supposed to find my secret admirer if I can't even see them?"

"It's okay," Jimin clamps a hand on your shoulder and turns you to face him. "If your secret admirer is here, you'll know it as soon as they kiss you." He looks off into the distance, eyes glassy as he leans in closer and drops his voice to a dreamy whisper. "It'll feel like fireworks!"

You punch him in the shoulder. "Dude, I know you're a hopeless romantic but I don't think that's how real life works."

"I think it's kinda sweet." Taehyung calls from the step ladder, stood on the top step on his tiptoes attempting to nail a sign to the wall, though his focus seems to be on Jimin as he muses over his words, seemingly to engaged to notice how he wobbled back and forth. "Hey, Yoongi are you sure you're holding the ladder steady—"

Before you know it, Taehyung is losing his footing and crashing to the ground, metal sign in tow. Your reaction time is slow and if it weren't for Yoongi who throws his body around yours and pulls you to safety, you'd be laying in a pile of crushed limbs beneath Taehyung who mumbles in pain and rubs his butt on the floor beside you.

"Woah!" Yoongi exclaims, eyes wide as they look you over to see if you're hurt. "You okay?"

"Uh...yeah." He lets out a sigh of relief, awkwardly letting you go and taking a couple steps backwards when you glance down at where his hand grips yours tightly, like he's still scared to let go. "Thanks. You really saved me, there."

That was weird, you think when Yoongi just grumbles something about it being nothing or whatever and bows his head to cover the way his cheeks burn, but Seokjin swoops in your save you before you have a chance to ask him what was up.

"Hey guys? The people are getting restless so we better get back to work and stat." Seokjin clamps one hand onto your shoulder, the other onto Jimin's, and starts to steer you towards a pile of unwrapped candies that need to be sorted by colour. "Oh, Yoongi? Could you hang that sign back up while these two get ready?"

Yoongi sends a half-assed eye roll at Seokjin as he drags himself over to the sign, and you just about get a glimpse of the scrawl on the front.

PUCKER UP FOR YOUR CHANCE TO WIN THE GRAND PRIZE!

You turn to Seokjin. "Grand prize? What's that?"

"Everyone who buys a ticket gets entered into a raffle for the grand prize. A kiss on the lips with the kisser of their choice! They say that if you kiss for at least 7 seconds you fall in love!" He sees your eyes widen, patting your back reassuringly and gesturing towards the crowd. "Why else do you think we had such a good turn out?"

"What's the point if they can't even see the person?" Yoongi grumbles, taking the pencil balanced behind his ear and scribbling a mark for the nail on the wall. "Seems kinda dumb."

"Isn't that the point of a secret admirer?" Seokjin huffs, producing a roll of pink tickets from his pocket and handing one to both Yoongi and Taehyung. "Tell you what, here. Both of you take one of these. On the house for all your hard work."

"Wow. I'm touched." Yoongi slides it into his pocket with a roll of his eyes but Taehyung looks down and the ticket and back up at you and Jimin again in wonder.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll win." Seokjin winks. "Now chop chop you two! Go get ready to pucker up!"

Hours pass and 78 kisses later (yes, you counted) and you still haven't felt the fireworks Jimin said you would when you and your secret admirer locked lips.

"I'm starting to think he's not coming, Jimin." You sigh, feeling around in your blindfolded state for your best friend who is busy applying hundreds of layers of lip balm to his puckered lips. "Maybe Yoongi's right and this whole thing was dumb."

"Don't give up just yet," Jimin responds, pouting his lips and crooning a finger towards the next customer. "We still have the grand prize winners to go!"

As if on cue, Seokjin jumps up onto the main stage and taps a megaphone, the sound quieting down the rumble of chit chat and budding love that lingers in the gym.

"Okay everybody, it's the moment you've all been waiting for! Time to announce the winners of the grand prize!"

The crowd let's out a unanimous cheer and you silently cross your fingers beneath the booth that the power of love was strong enough to make your secret admirer's number the winner.

Seokjin sticks his hand into a jar filled with tiny slips of paper, eyes squeezed shut as he closes his hand around the winning number. You can't see it but you can hear the triumphant grin on his lips at the ripple that runs through the crowd when he produces not one but two pieces of paper from the jar.

"Looks like the universe has spoken, and we're going to be awarding two kisses today! Could number nine and number thirty please make their way to the front of the gym and select their kisser of choice!"

The crowd erupts into applause and you hear a pair of shoes scuffle across the ground towards you, almost hesistant.

"Hey." You feel a person stop a short distance away from you, and you flash them a small smile. "Congrats!"

The person says nothing and you're about to open your mouth to ask them their name when Seokjin interjects.

"Hello? What are you waiting for? Kiss!"

The crowd starts to chant kiss! kiss! kiss! and you're suddenly overcome with nerves. What if this isn't your admirer? But then again, what will you do if it is?

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel a breath ghost across your face, and even though you're blindfolded you find your eyes falling shut in anticipation when a hesitant hand gently cups your chin. The touch is more careful than the others, a thumb rubbing soothing circles into the flushed flesh of the apple of your cheek as you stand on your tip toes to finally connect your lips to the one's hovering inches from your own.

This kiss is different. Slower, languid, careful. A plump bottom lip that slots just perfectly between your own, like it has always belonged there. A heat that sends tingles through your entire body and makes your heart race and your blood run hot as you wrap your arms around the neck of the person and then—

"7 seconds are up, dudes! Time to move along to the next person!"

Within seconds the lips are gone and you reach for them but a hand grabs your wrist and prises your hand open, placing something into your palm and then curling your fingers tightly around it. You're utterly frozen, lips tingling, as he leans in and places a single kiss to your cheek before you feel his warmth disappear all together.

Your hands shake, eyes shooting open as you rip the blindfold away.

Fireworks.

"Jimin!" You exclaim, grabbing him by the elbow and dragging him out from behind the booth much to the groaning disappointment of the growing line of customers. "I felt it. That was him! I'm sure of it!"

Jimin is touching his lips carefully, vision distant as he squeezes his eyes shut and let's out a hazy sigh of satisfaction. "Me too. I felt... fireworks!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go find them before they get away!"

You scan the gym with greedy eyes, immediately zoning in on two figures who are pushing their way backwards through the crowd in opposing directions. The dude to your left glances over his shoulder briefly, and you just about catch a glimpse of blue hair poking above the crowd from beneath his hood when he does.

"I'll go left, you go right!" You call to Jimin, who nods and scurries after the other figure who has already been swallowed by the crowd, and you ignore Seokjin's shouts from behind you and break into a run to catch up with your suspect.

Sharp elbows prod your ribs as you bust through the crowd, weaving through bodies that seem to come at you like obstacles whenever you get slightly too close to the boy speed walking away, until you're spat out into an empty hallway and there's no sign of him to be found.

"What the heck? Where did he go?"

The door to the lobby swings shut to your left and you speed up, zeroing in on the sound of a pair of sneakers squeaking against the floor nearby. You gain speed, launching yourself into the lobby and that's when you see him; hunched over and panting for breath, a flash of a pink ticket glinting from between his fingertips as he grips his side desperately. He lets down his hood to reveal a head of seafoam hair and that's when you're sure. You've found him. Your potential admirer.

Before you can think better of it, you're launching yourself through the air and wrapping your arms around the shoulders of the blue-haired-runaway. He lets out a yell of surprise, briefly struggling before he drops to the ground and you manage to wrangle yourself onto his front, pinning his arms to the ground and smiling triumphantly when you find none other than Kim Taehyung looking up at you fearfully.

"I knew it! It's you!" You punch the air, missing how Taehyung's eyes narrow in confusion. "You're my secret admirer, right?"

"What? No! Your secret admirer is..." He swallows hard, eyes widening like he let something slip that he shouldn't have. "Uh wait! Forget I said that, um I gotta go—"

"Oh hell no," Jimin appears, out of breath, and grabs Taehyung by the collar. "You know something? You're coming with us."

"Uh, sorry again for, you know...tackling you to the ground or whatever." You say as you place a cup of coffee down in front of Taehyung. Jimin has dragged you both to the nearly empty cafeteria to talk so you figured it wouldn't hurt to offer a sorry gift. "I really thought it was you."

"It's fine." Taehyung offers an awkward smile as he rubs the back of his neck, shooting you a set of finger guns. "Better hope I don't sue you if it bruises, though."

There's an awkward silence as you and Jimin just stare at the table, unamused by Taehyung's attempt at lightening the mood, so he takes to sipping his coffee in silence instead. "

"Soooo..." You swirl the straw in your cup of soda meaninglessly, catching the way Taehyung's eyes flit across the cafeteria like he doesn't know where to look. "You said you knew who sent Y/N the love letter?"

Taehyung freezes, head jerking up to stare at you directly, tongue eventually snaking out to wipe away the coffee froth on his upper lip. "I do."

Your fingers tap against the table top impatiently. "So? Who is it?"

"I..." Taehyung bites his lip, sinking back into his seat with his hands curled in his lap in defeat. "I can't tell you."

"What? Why?!" You exclaim. "We're so close and you won't help us?"

"It's not that I don't want to!" Taehyung rushes, hands in the air in surrender. "But I've been sworn to secrecy by your admirer and...I think it's better if he tells you himself."

"And how can we be sure you aren't just lying to cover your own tracks?" Jimin interjects, chin in palm as he looks between the two of you he's been listening carefully this whole time. He narrows his eyes and points right at the blue haired boy opposite who flinches. "Explain how you had this letter that day after the frat party?"

Jimin looks left and right to check the coast is clear before he slides the ripped piece of paper you found in Taehyung's bag across the table.

Taehyung's brows furrow as he studies the note closely, confused, but then he flips the page and his eyes light up like he just put a puzzle piece together."Oh that?" He twists in his seat to rummage around in his backpack, emerging with the missing letter piece. "Here's the other half."

With a smug grin you rip the note from his hand, quickly lining it up with the letter you had read over and over again for clues, heart thumping as you read the words littering the lines and hope for answers. "A-ha! This is...a grocery list?"

Taehyung shrugs. "I was wondering where that got to. I guess your admirer used my notebook and I forgot to check the back of the page before I ripped it out. Sorry."

So all this time Taehyung was just using the back of the love letter your admirer wrote from his heart to remind him what to buy at the store? The disrespect!

Jimin slides his glasses down his nose, peering over the lenses as he slams his hands down right in front of Taehyung, unconvinced by his story.

"Then how come you were holding a pink ticket and we saw you walking away when we took off our blindfold."

Taehyung chokes on his drink, eyes trained to the table as he fiddles with the rings on his fingers nervously. "Well, I did kiss someone..."

"What?" You and Jimin exclaim in unison.

Taehyung nods. "But it wasn't you, Y/N."

"Then..." Realisation suddenly hits you like a ton of bricks and all eyes land on Jimin who is frozen like a statue, mouth opening and closing in disbelief as Taehyung's confession.

"You kissed...me?" He swallows. "Me?"

"Yeah." Taehyung stammers, finally blinking up through his long lashes at Jimin to gauge his reaction."Is that okay?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah it is." Taehyung's lips curve into an unabashed grin and you can't help but giggle at how red Jimin's cheeks have bloomed, your best friend's eyes filled with hearts as they stare at the blue haired boy opposite him with content disbelief.

So...this development is pretty much confirmation that Taehyung is definitely not your secret admirer. A weight settles in your stomach when it dawns on you that your last lead just came to a dead end, and you are still no closer to uncovering the identity of your secret admirer.

Maybe it's time to give up. All you had left was a pinboard filled with useless clues and now you could place another cross next to Taehyung's name.

But as you look between the two boys hitting it off in front of you, you can't help but smile, somehow glad that at least something good came out of this whole thing. It is the season of love, after all. Even if it wasn't for you.

"Oooookay." You announce, getting to your feet when you zone back in and notice how much closer Jimin has scooted towards Taehyung. "Well, I guess this is my cue to leave you guys to it."

"Wait!" Taehyung grabs your wrist, pinning you in place. "I really do hope you find your admirer. I know I couldn't help much, but have you tried talking to Jeon Jungkook? He programmed the Love Calculator so maybe he can."

"Jeon Jungkook..." Where have you heard that name before...wait!

"Jeon Jungkook!" Jimin exclaims. "That's the last name on your list!"

Huh. Maybe you haven't hit a dead end after all.

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writerbee-ffs · 6 years ago

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Here it was ... your birthday. Although most would probably be receiving birthday calls and gift or even figuring out what club they were about to hit up, you were most definitely getting ready for work. Out of all the places you could be you just had to take this last minute client for a photo shoot that your manager insisted on.

“So you weren’t playing about going to work today?” Your boyfriend, Michael, asked watching you scramble around the room for your clothes.

“Bakari, I made it clear that I had to work. What should I do quit my job just because it’s my birthday?” Your voice was laced with an attitude as you buttoned the Fashion Nova high waist jeans up. Partly because you knew Michael had been ready to argue about this since your manager, Latavia, called you and told you about the exclusive shoot that would help build your rapport. The other part was because YOU were the one working on YOUR birthday. You were 26 years old and was very capable of making your own fucking decisions.

“I mean you could, Y/N.” “I told you I got u-“

“And I definitely told you I didn’t need you taking care of me with your money, Michael.” You asserted yourself. This was an argument you both had always had. Him wanting you to not work or at least not as hard. Then you letting him know that you wouldn’t just live off of him just because he was a famous actor and your boyfriend of 4 years.

“It’s not about the fucking money but you know what happy birthday.” Rising from the bed he tossed a black jewelry box on the bed and made his exit.

“Really? Jellybean head ass niggah.” You mumbled not even bothering with the box because you knew it would only piss you off further because of how he just tossed it. “Yeah... happy fucking birthday, bitch.” You sighed taking a swig of Red Berry Ciroc before walking out of the door.

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‘A$AP fuckin’ Rocky.’ You thought as you walked into the shoot. Your manager had definitely made your birthday with this Calvin Klein ad.

“This is your gift.” Latavia smiled watching you set up your camera. “I know you’re in love with him.” She chuckled. “I mean aside from Michael Bae Jordan.”

“Well Bae is definitely mad and being childish but this definitely makes up for it.” You smiled sinisterly as you watched Rocky pull the CK jeans over the slim fit boxers. “Definitely.” Catching a glimpse of his print.

“Well I’ll leave you to it, Y/N.” She called back typing on her phone.

“What’s good?” He smiled at you before sitting on the gold ol’ skool bike.

“Hey. I’m Y/N. Ready to get started?” You smiled showing casing your pearly whites as you placed you curly hair into a high pineapple.

Nodding quickly, Rocky did slight poses as your camera clicked and flashed. Star struck wasn’t the word you were more like beauty struck. This man was chocolate, beautiful, in shape , nice smile and once more beautiful as hell. You definitely remembered the crush you had on him pre-Michael Bae Jordan.

“Like what you see or sum?” He smirked as you realized you had been staring more than you had been shooting. “‘Cuz I definitely see sum’ I like.” He was flirting and you couldn’t help but to do the same.

“Uh just making sure you’re in the right light.“ “Can’t have all that chocolate looking washed out.” You smirked allowing him to see some of the shots. He had pulled you into his embrace as he looked over your shoulder at the pictures.

“Oh you’re real deal?” He chuckled licking over his lips. “I told my manager to find me a pretty lil ass women to snap my shit. Figured they just had you here to satisfy me.” His devilish grin set in as he whispered in your ear. “But now that I know you good at your job I’m definitely pleased.”

“Well I aim to plea-“ Hearing your phone sound off, you immediately snapped out of your flirtation and apologized for the phone interruption. “What?” You snapped quietly.

“Are you done?” He questioned. His voice was relaxed meaning he wasn’t mad anymore which ultimately made you feel guilty and pissed you off.

“Jus-Just a few more shoots.” You mumbled letting the guilt set in.

“I’ll see you at home.”

Hearing the beeps in your ear, you’d realized that he had hung up on you. Yeah you had definitely fucked up. ‘Happy fucking birthday.’ You thought.

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Although you had stayed 3 extra hours after talking to Mike, you had cut you shoot short due to your guilt. Yeah all you did was do a tad bit of flirting but you had a man at home. A famous fine ass sweet ass loving ass man at home.

“Baby?” You yelled as you open the door of your shared home. “Mi-“ Seeing the black balloons in the air, the dim lit room and the soft r&b play in the background, you broke down. You had seen the wine set out in melted ice, cupcakes from you favorite bakery and that’s when you knew you had really fucked up.

“5 hours Y/N?” His voice had scared you straight. Your tears had been slowly drying up. “5 hours to take some damn pictures?”

“Baby, I’m sorry. This is beautiful. I love you! I missed you!” You fired off as he moved towards you. His eyes were trained on you and you dared not to move as he circled around you. Something was off about Mike and you couldn’t tell what. Maybe you had real pissed him off this time especially since you could smell a hint of liquor on his breath.

“Put this on and go wait for me.” Michael had handed you a long black garment box with a red ribbon before you made your walk of shame to the bedroom.

Pulling your work clothes off you figured a shower wouldn’t hurt considering he was already upset and it was your fucking birthday. “Get your shit together, Y/N.” You coached as you looked at yourself in the lacy black lingerie. Between your breast almost popping out of the deep low v cut, your ass hanging out of the back and the thin fabric leaving nothing to the imagination, you were completely surprised by Michael’s choice. You styled your kinky coils a bit before walking out of the bathroom.

Michael was already in the bedroom waiting for you. “Took you long enough.” He smirked shocking you. “You had me waiting so on your knees.” You didn’t know what had came over him but you actually liked it. ‘Maybe you should piss him off more.’ You thought. Scrambling to your knees, you felt Mike behind you with a piece of fabric. “Close yah eyes.” He coached shielding your eyes then tying your hands.

Hearing a clicking noise, your became nervous. Yeah you trusted Mike but this wasn’t the Mike you were use to. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” He touched your cheek before stroking your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “You been playing with me.” He spoke cupping your neck. “Testing me. You like testing me?” He asked applying pressure and slipping two of his thick fingers inside of your one piece rubbing you clit slightly.

You hadn’t spoke. Partly because you were becoming turned on and also because he was starting to apply too much pressure.

“Answer Daddy.”’

“Ye-ye-yes.”’ You let out softly.

“Yes what?” He was so close to your eat that you could feel the breath and smell the Ciroc.

“Yes Daddy.” You mumbled feeling his tongue drag from your ear to your neck. Sucking on your tender spot you began to moan. Feeling his hand travel down to your breast, you couldn’t help but to halt your breathing as he pinched you right nipple through the thin lace. The fingers on his other hand slight pinched and rubbed your clit even more.

“Stand.” He commanded still caressing your nipple. You felt his fingers off of your nipple and your clit but instead peeling the lingerie off of your body. “Wet already?” You could sense the smirk on his face which only made things more interesting and irritated the hell out of you because you couldn’t see a thing.

Once again you could hear clicks in front of you as you stood there naked and tied up. “Daddy, what’s that?” You mumbled.

“Back on your knees.” He commanded disregarding your question. “Open your mouth.”

Licking your lips you felt the tip of his dick near the corner. You’d always loved giving your man head but honestly you would get off yourself if you could watch the satisfaction on his face. “Daddy can I watch?” You ask completely ready to get your man and yourself to cum.

“Nah.” He chuckled. “Punishment baby girl.”

“But-“ His dick had completely caught you off guard entering your mouth mid sentence. You wrapped your lips around your man’s girthy member allowing your tongue to do most of the work since you were still tied up. Swirling it around from the base to the tip, you had started to become wet all over again.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as your head bobbed up and down taking him all in relaxing your throat. You were forming a trail of spit on the corners of your mouth and you could care less. The sloppier the better. “Keep that up, baby girl.” He moaned slightly which only fueled you to go harder. He’d palmed the back of your head fucking your throat. You were gagging and could barely breath but if you died ... so be it! Popping your lips from his dick you started to give attention to his balls. Licking them before placing them in your mouth and sucking slightly swirling your tongue around them. His breath had halted at the sensation.

“Nut Daddy.” You encouraged as you went back to giving all you attention to his rock hard dick. Your tied wrist that hung in front of you found their way to your dripping center. “Please.” You begged wanting to taste your man’s kids hit the back of your throat as you began playing with yourself. Finally feeling him twitch and the warm liquid mix with your spit, you gladly took all your man’s warm seeds down your throat sending yourself into an orgasmic frenzy. “I love you.” You called out feeling him guide you towards the plush California king bed.

“Love you too, ma.” You could feel him pushing your face into the bed while your bare ass sat up in the air allowing the cool air to hit the wetness between your legs. “Arch that back, Y/N.” He spoke sending a small smack to your pussy.

“Fuck!” You hissed out in slight pain. Two of his thick fingers had found there way to your center slipping into it to call down the stinging sensation.

“When I tell you some shit you gon listen?” He questioned pumping in and out of you faster and using his thumb to vibrate on your clit. You couldn’t speak due to the upcoming orgasm. You went to move your hips attempting to throw your as back on his fingers. “Answer me!” He snapped pulling them out and giving you right cheek a harder slap. “When I tell you not to go to fucking work, are you going?” He’d smacked your left cheek.

“No!” You cried out wanting to feel him anywhere on you. You were literally crying real tears from the pain and pleasure. “I’ll stay home, baby!” You moaned as you heard the clicking noise again.

“Good girl.” His plump lips had began to kiss you center before his tongue attacked your wetness. You spread your legs further allowing his tongue to slip inside of you before you began to throw it back against your man’s tongue.

“Yes Daddy! Fuck me baby. PLEASE!” You begged as your covered eyes rolled to the back of your head and the tears formed again. He had added two fingers along with his tongue. “Damnit!” You grunted as your legs shook violently before cumming. “Ssss-stop, Daddy.” You begged as he continued to devour you through your orgasm. “I’m cummin’.

“Shit.” He groaned taking the blindfold from your eyes. Your eyes were still closed as he kissed you viciously allowing you to taste your own sweetness.

Your eyes adjusted to the light as he pulled away from you. He was staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen but you were most definitely sure that your eye makeup was ruined especially your mascara from the tears of pleasure. Looking over at Michael his mustache and lips were glistening from your juices. “Smile.” He smirked holding up the Polaroid camera as the familiar clicks sounded off.

“You’ve been taking my picture? You questioned as he untied your wrist looking at all the pictures of you on the bed.

“That’s all you cared about earlier. Getting them fucking pictures done.” He scoffed tapping on your thigh. “So why not see what was so interesting in doing that shit.” He smirked taking another photo of his fingers slipping again into your wetness.

“Shit.” You mumbled as the cameras clicks went off. “Lemme see.” Your eyes twinkled taking the camera from him. You had started to snap a few of your man before placing the camera on the edge of the bed setting it to the multiple shot self timer. “Fuck me.” You spoke flipping again on your stomach arching your back so your ass was in the air.

Aligning himself with your entrance, Michael slipped into your wetness fully with ease. “Wet as fuck.” He commented as he began to stroke inside of you. Between your man’s dick and the clicks of the camera you wanted to put on the ultimate show so you could remember this night although you knew your legs would for the next couple of days.

“Faster baby!” You yelled throwing your ass back again attempting to follow Michael’s rhythm as he began to fuck you senseless.

Feeling the smacks your ass cheeks then your hair being gripped the tears were coming down again. “Shit!” You cried tightening your walls against his dick. “I love you, Michael! I love you.” You had attempted to take control but ultimately failed as you collapsed on the bed letting your juices leak from your sore throbbing center. “Cum inside of me...” You moaned. “Please.”

Hearing the curse words under his breath, Michael grabbed your neck giving it light squeeze thrusting harder inside of you. You could tell he was on edge and you wanted nothing more than your man emptying the contents of his dick inside of you. Did you want kids right now... no but you would deal with the consequences later. Today was your birthday and right now you were 26 and invincible. “Open your mouth.” He groaned attempt to slip out of your pussy because he knew it was just the sex talking all that ‘come inside of me’ bullshit.

“No!” You demanded tightening around him biting your lips. “Inside of me, Daddy.” “I want your kids ... I want you.” You reasoned crying out as he groaned honoring your request.

“Love me enough to marry me?” He asked sleepily biting then kissing your shoulder as he cuddled against your body to weak to pull out.

Tensing up, you slipped from under him before looking at him in the eyes. “What?” “What did you say?”

“Marry me, Y/N.” Pulling the black box from this morning out of his nightstand, he looked at you seriously.

You were stunned. Leave it to Michael to not only give you great birthday dick but to ask you to marry him afterwards. “I-ye-wait. What?!“ You were crying and tripping over your words. You’d jumped off the bed realizing your legs were jelly.

“Y/N, tell me something baby.” He pulled you back into the bed with him.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head frantically. “YES! Yes I’ll marry you.” You cried kissing him. “I’ll be your wife.”

“I love you. Happy birthday, baby girl.”

“I love you too.”

‘Happy fucking birthday indeed.’ You thought cuddling up to your fiancé.

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mysteli · 5 years ago

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drunk text (jake x mc)

A/N: I’m back after a loooonngg time and this fic exists thanks to @brightpinkpeppercorn. I’m not really sure what to think of but I’m still posting it. it’s more of a comedic piece. But I have more romantic shit coming in the future. Don’t worry!

Warning: innuendo, swearing

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Words: 2066

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Prompt used: ““Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night”

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Summary: A couple glasses of wine lead Michelle and Quinn into stealing Logan’s phone. What could possibly go wrong?

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ENDLESS SUMMER FAN FICTION DRUNK TEXT

“Who wants more wine?!” Michelle questions in a high, obnoxious tone, her voice thick with energy and excitement.

Logan and Quinn had both volunteered to help Michelle start decorating her house as she prepares to move in with Sean. She’s been talking about how nervous she is to take the next step with him but she’s also aware of how amazing it’ll be to get more serious with the man she loves. Logan is a person as helpful as they come so of course she’d decide to help her out with the interior. Same could be said for Quinn but who ever clarified that the day had to be completely innocent?

Turns out they overestimated how long this would take to complete and they finished the entire living room in the space of six hours, which is very quick for an entire room. It looked pretty put together too, with everything in place aside from the stuff the moving van forget to bring over and just that stressed Michelle out a lot.

So, when they finished, Michelle suggested letting a little loose and she revealed a bottle of wine, which was downed fairly quickly. They promised that they’d only have one glass each. But one glass slowly turned into two, then three... then four... then five. Now they’re all completely wasted.

“Me, me, me!” Logan exclaims, snatching the bottle out of Michelle’s hand and taking a massive sip.

“Hey! It’s not all for you, Lo!” Michelle argues, snatching it back with force. Logan forms a challenging smirk in response, wiping the leftover liquid off her mouth.

“Oh come on! You have about five more bottles!”

“Sharing is caring, Logan.” Quinn chimes in, smiling appreciatively as Michelle hands her another glass.

“It’s 3am, Quinn, and we’re doing this. It’s clear we don’t care. Surprised the neighbours haven’t left an complaint.” Logan responds, folding her arms as she takes a seat on the floor. They’d been playing really childish games since 10pm that night. Games like truth or dare, never have I ever and would you rather. The standard teenager trash that they’d play in high school. Then they turned to karaoke, which was a guarantee for angry neighbours, right? Yet nothing came through.

Hell, Logan didn’t even realise she’d be here this long. And she had to lie to Jake about why she was staying over. Of course, she knew he’d just laugh it off if she said she’d been drinking all damn night. But she wasn’t in the mood for his teasing so she messaged him with a little white lie, claiming they hadn’t finished and were exhausted so she’d just stay over and finish off in the morning. He understood completely, telling her he loved her and hoping she’d have a goodnight.

How oddly nice of him.

“I’m bored. Are there any games we haven’t played?” Quinn wonders, turning to Michelle for an answer. She simply shrugs her shoulders in response, seating herself on the floor with the others in the awkward little circle they’d shaped.

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in Michelle’s head and her face lights up proudly. “We could drunk text someone.” She beams, lifting her arms high in the air and her glass rises with them, the action causing some liquid to plummet onto the carpet. “Shit. Good thing I’m getting new carpet.”

“Ooh! That sounds fun.” Quinn agrees, clapping her hands together excitedly. “What do you think, Lo?”

“Sure, I’m down for that.” Logan nods in agreement, though if she’d know how this would turn out, she would have said no. “Who do you wanna drunk text though?”

Michelle scans the room as she thinks of a possible victim to their game, a devious smile crossing her lips as her eyes land on where Logan’s phone lies on the floor. The perfect receiver for the situation.

Logan notices the way Michelle is looking at her and a wave of realisation washes over her. “No no no, Meech! You’re not drunk texting Jake.” She dismisses the idea and Michelle rolls her eyes in annoyance.

“Why not? It would be so funny.” Michelle points out and Quinn nods fiercely in agreement.

“No it wouldn’t! Jake would get pissed.” Logan counters their argument and shakes her head in denial. “Besides he’s probably asleep.”

“Even better.” Michelle mutters, snatching the phone off the floor before Logan can stop her. Logan only now regrets ever sharing her password with Michelle.

With a proud smirk, Michelle opens the phone and goes straight to messages, finding Jake’s name as the first one. Suddenly, she bursts out laughing when she notices something unusual in his contact name.

“Oh my god, Lo! Why is there a drooling emoji by his name?” Michelle mocks, her laughter only increasing the more words she gets out. Quinn quickly joins in on the giggles upon hearing that. “Aw, and a love heart. Cute.”

Logan hides her embarrassment by clapping her hands over her face. “Fuck off, Meech. Who knows what you have by Sean’s name?”

“Oh it’s just your standard hearts. You know, because I’m normal.” Michelle corrects, struggling to suppress her laughter. “Oh come on, Lo. Jake isn’t all that.”

“Well, you haven’t had him in bed like I have, huh Michelle?” Logan beams proudly, winking at Michelle, who looks like she’s on the verge of throwing up. Another idea pops into Michelle’s mind and Logan gets worried as she begins scrolling up. “What are you doing?”

“How about we look through your past conversations?” Michelle suggests, her malicious intentions clear but Logan knows just how to shut them down.

“Go ahead then. Keep scrolling if you want Jake’s dick embedded in your memory forever.” Logan retorts and instantly, Michelle is put off by the idea, her finger scrolling back down.

“Fine. You win that one. But we’re still drunk texting him.” Michelle clarifies, preparing to type something before turning to Quinn for suggestions. “Any ideas, Quinn?”

“I say, just start off by sending him a long ass heyyyyyy.” Quinn suggests and Michelle nods eagerly. “Any weird nicknames, Lo?”

Logan doesn’t respond, rolling her eyes in defeat. Clearly she’s just gonna accept that this is happening.

“Oh! Call him Princess.” Quinn exclaims, dancing with pride as she giggles with glee.

Michelle types out the message, adding a few extra emojis for good measure.

Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Princess 🤤🥰❤️

“Threw in the drooling emoji so he knows it’s you, Lo.” Michelle points out, winking at an irritated Logan.

It takes a few minutes for Jake to reply, probably since he’s waking up from a slumber or something. Michelle and Quinn jump with eagerness and curiosity when the phone vibrates, signalling that a text has come through.

i thought it was my job to call you that darlin 😉

Michelle rolls her eyes at Jake’s response, hiding a mocking smirk. “Oh shit. One text in and he’s already hit us with the darlin’ crap.”

“And a winky face!” Quinn exclaims with forced shock. “Say something, Michelle!”

Well you’re a bootiful little princess sooo maybe that should be MYY job 🥺

Almost immediately, an offended response comes through.

Little?? 😂😂

Michelle is instantly confused by his reaction to her clearly mocking his masculinity. “Okay, so he reacts to being called little but is not offended by anything else?!”

“He’s just gonna laugh it off if you call him little.” Logan chimes in, shaking her head at how childish her friends are being right now.

“How do we piss him off then?”

“Like I’m gonna fucking tell you.” Logan denies, mimicking their mocking laughter.

Yes, little. You’re my little tiny babyyyyy 👶🤪

It takes a little longer for a response to come through this time. But when it does, it’s so worth the wait.

Are you drunk Princess???? 🤔

I thought you said you were sleeping early at Michelle’s.

Michelle reads the text aloud and that’s when Logan already can’t take it anymore. She rushes over and snatches back her phone before typing an apology to Jake.

Sorry baby. Michelle and Quinn stole my phone. 🙄

Logan moves to the other side of the room where Michelle and Quinn can’t sneak attack in order to get her phone back. Stressed, she runs a hand through her platinum hair as a response comes through.

Oh. Are they drunk???

Suddenly anxious that he’d find out she lied, she buries her face in the wall and curses under her breath, not sure how to respond to his question. In the distance, she can hear the snickers of Michelle and Quinn. Hell, Logan is still drunk herself so she doesn’t have complete control over herself right now.

No 🤫

Why did she have to add the emoji?! Why?

Pretty sure that means you’re hiding something princess 🤥

“Fuck!” Logan shouts as she gazes up at the ceiling hopelessly.

“Oh shit. Did Jake find out?” Quinn teases and Logan can’t hold back her frustration in that moment. In one swift motion, she takes off her shoe and tosses it at Quinn. The red head barely dodges it and her laughter only increases in reaction. “Nice shot.”

In the end, Logan just rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to her phone.

why would I lie to you?? you’re too pretty to be lied to 🥺

Oh shit. The drunk side of Logan is starting to really shine through.

yeahhhh you’re drunk too 😂damn i should’ve fucking known

Sure, he’s laughing about it. But it still fucking hurts that he found out this way. Thanks to Michelle and Quinn.

“Usually your fights turn to fucking so has it happened yet?” Michelle pipes up, only to receive a middle finger from Logan.

Out of nowhere, a phone call comes through from Jake and Logan freezes in place, unsure what to do.

“Oh wow. He’s calling you?” Quinn reacts, laughing igniting once more. “Better answer your loving husband.”

Logan sighs heavily before answering the phone, leaning against the wall as Jake’s muffled voice speaks through the call.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to get drunk and not invite me.”

Logan’s jaw drops at his reaction, not surprised with the constant teasing but more surprised by how little laughter is being expressed right now.

“Look, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have lied to you. I just wanted to avoid this.” Logan apologises, exhaling sharply after she speaks. She wipes the sweat that creases her forehead, unsure why she’s so nervous.

“Hey, it’s fine. Anything to have an excuse to talk to you is a good thing to me.”

Logan lets out a soothing sigh of relief, still haunted by the mocking laughter of Michelle and Quinn from the other side of the room. Jake appears to hear it too, judging by what he says next.

“Hey, darlin’. Put me on speaker for a moment.”

Logan grants his request and walks over to Michelle and Quinn with a newly found smirk on her face, countering the mischief on their expressions.

“Jake wants to say something.”

Michelle and Quinn listen out of curiosity to what Jake wishes to say.

“Yo, Chanel and Ariel.”

They both roll their eyes at the nicknames, their expressions of mockery finally falling.

“Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.” Jake requests at calmly as he can and Michelle and Quinn burst out into laughter once again.

“Sure, pilot. We’re so sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.”

Jake releases a frustrated huff and Logan knows he could lash out at both of them right here right now. Before he can say anything else, Logan turns off speaker phone and brings the device back to her ear.

“Now, now Jake. Let’s play nice, okay?” She tries to reason with him and he seems to obey, judging by the collected tone he speaks in next.

“Hmph. With them, I will. With you, I won’t.”

The husky tone of his voice and the innuendo behind his words leaves Logan breathless. An unexpected rush washes through her body in reaction.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait until I get home.”

“Or not. You could come home right now.”

Logan checks the time once more. 3:30am.

“Jake, it’s half past 3 in the morning.”

“I’ll come pick you up. Come on, darlin’. I’m sure right now you’d give anything to be away from Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.”

#it’s a messy fic but oh well #playchoices #choices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #endless summer #es #choices es #Jake x mc #jake mckenzie #fan fiction #mysteli

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beesmygod · 5 years ago

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this is what riverdale is about (part 5)

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

hey guys. im back to upset you with more information about the first season of riverdale. the next post will wrap up season one. this post will cover eps 7-9. iirc the previous episodes, even when watching it, felt like filler. i was worried i was never going to get the fire of the first three episodes back. we do. don’t worry.

images are from the riverdale wiki

SEASON 1 (PART 3):

in a lonely place: jughead is now living in the high school, living every weirdo teenager’s worst nightmare. even better, literally everyone finds out about his relationship with betty “harriet the spy” cooper, making things a little awkward in the group. while discussing polly’s bold escape, cheryl’s goon squad of mean teen girls let her know the hot goss, which she takes to her mother and the sheriff to implicate polly in the murder of jason blossom. she then, and i mean this 100% literally and honestly, goes on twitter and tries to get the following hashtags trending: #PollyCooperKilledMyBrother, #NowhereToHide, and #SharpenYourPitchforks.

jughead then tries to convince his alcoholic, gang leader dad to shape up and get his job back at andrews construction but his dad is a stupid dick. later the gang goes on a hunt for polly in the woods. when this is unsuccessful, betty’s mom reveals ALL about polly’s pregnancy on camera during her plea for her to come home. it turns out polly is just hiding in the attic of the house, where betty finds her. polly begs betty not to tell anyone where she is and that she wants to have the baby and continue with her plan to go to the farm upstate where she will raise it herself. keep that in mind.

with the knowledge about the baby out in the open, cheryl offers an olive branch to betty by offering to let polly secretly stay at their house. cheryl is truly a capricious trickster spirit who pivots from one extreme to another at the drop of a hat.

then literally the most crazy and inexplicable thing int his episode happens: veronica, kevin and josie go to a fucking club on a school night. these teenage kids go to a club in a town that primarily runs on maple syrup and they are let in for some unexplained reason and this is just portrayed as a normal thing you can do in riverdale. they are minors and end up drinking for free when hermoines mom cancels her card and they threaten the owner by exposing him for serving minors. this scene is BONKERS

jugheads dad goes back to work with fred andrews but there’s tension between him and archies dad. literally none of it ends up mattering. don’t worry about it. jughead tells his dad that his mom is getting her GED, working in a call center to support jellybean (his little sister, not like a dog or something). this is a huge spoiler from the future but i dont know if the riverdale writers forgot about this scene or don’t care but none of this turns out to be true to their situation at all. not even close.

jughead is arrested and unarrested for jason’s murder when archie’s dad inexplicably forges a time card to cut him loose. the only proof was fingerprints on the torched car, which are still there for some reason. cheryl intercepts betty yet again to warn her and polly that the blossoms also are insane weirdos who just want her for the baby so polly is shipped off to the stay with the lodge family in the 5 star hotel.

the final shot reveals jason’s varsity jacket is in jughead’s dad’s trailer...for some reason.....

the outsiders: this ep starts with polly explaining literally everything we already know except with the added information that jason was selling drugs FOR the southside serpents for money for the baby. betty worries about how escalating situation between the coopers and the blossoms and who gets control of what when it comes to polly and the baby, and veronica bizarrely suggests they hold a baby shower to unite the feuding families. if you just want to have a party just say so.

clifford blossom, professional bastard man, has purchased archie’s dad’s construction crew out from under him which leaves the project in limbo. he confesses to archie about how fucked the company is now and how everything is fucked. clifford is also making a play for the land veronica’s dad secretly bought from prison using his wife as a proxy, which makes the whole “let’s host a baby shower thing at our apartment and invite the blossoms” thing seem like a hugely bad idea now. BUT DONT WORRY TEAM!!! 4 high school boys are here to do construction for no pay to save the company. no one verbalizes what an insane plan this is. they carry on until moose, the big closeted gay lad, get his ass flipped like a pancake by two anonymous goons who bust up some equipment and moose’s face. archie the brain genius decides he’s going to solve this mystery himself, taking moose and jughead to a bar called “the whyte wyrm” (literally the worst name for anything ever in human history) to find out who did the slapping. as archie is about to get his head caved in by a gangster, jugheads dad shows up in his cool leather jacket, revealing himself to be the head of the gang.

the baby shower is a miserable affair. alice cooper shows up, penelope blossom shows up, for some reason they bring the senile grandmother. the tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. then archie BUSTS in flipping his ass about jughead’s dad being a gangster. the just immediately throw him out which kind of rules because no one has time for him right now. the baby shower ends horrible when the blossoms make the lightest suggestion that polly might visit them and betty’s mom loses her fucking mind. everyone shuffles out except for polly, betty and alice. POLLY NOW DECIDES TO REVEAL THAT HER DAD HAD SCHEDULED AN APPOINTMENT FOR AN ABORTION APROPOS OF NOTHING. COME ONNN. anyway alice focuses her insane rage on hal who she boots out of the fucking house for his insane choice.

jughead and betty ask jugheads dad if he killed jason, he denies it and then they share a smooch outside the trailer. “they” being jughead and betty, not his dad. that would be a little too weird. well, not as weird as the reveal that jugheads dad has been instructing kevin’s serpent boyfriend to date him and pretend to like him for information.that’s pretty fucking weird. jughead’s dad refers to jason’s jacket as “insurance”.

jughead’s dad then shows up with his gang to take over the construction from the 4 high school boys, but hermoine reveals that the goons that were sent were sent by her husband, who might have caught wind of her affair with fred.

polly wisely decides to take her change with a different insane family instead of the one that tried to force an abortion on her and heads to thornhill manor with cheryl and the rest of the blossoms.

la grande illusion: i really need to thank whoever transcribed this entire narrative buttnugget from jughead because it truly is a spectacular example of the level of writing quality you get from the fine people at the cw. please enjoy this screencap of the opening monologue from the riverdale wiki:

today in riverdale is the annual meeting of the board of trustees, where the blossom family meets to discuss the state of the business and slurp syrup in redheaded harmony. the wigs on this show are outstanding and never more noticeable than when they’re all lined up in a row for you to appraise. cheryl invites archie to the tree-tapping ceremony and he, for reasons i cannot understand given everything we know and love about cheryl, accepts, albeit after some prodding on her mom’s behalf. she knows people at a very prestigious music academy you know, nudge nudge. betty thinks its also a good idea for him to go so he can check up on polly, who is ignoring betty’s calls now.

ethel, who you probably remember from the “sticky maple” episode, reads a fucked up poem to the class and veronica reaches out to ask her what the FUCK that was all about. things at home aren’t good for ethel: her family is fighting over money and they’re going to have to sell the house. so veronica invites her over for a play date with kevin so they can do whatever rich people do.

archie attends the tree tapping with cheryl where he holds a bucket and cheryl taps the tree. everyone claps. great job cheryl. archie comes to her defense when her family shit talks her ability to hit a tree or lead a company, but i guess they somehow don’t know that she is the most wild bitch on the planet and can not be dissuaded from doing anything. in fact, she insists that archie join her for a banquet later and he CANNOT say no.

betty is told polly is fine, and passes on this and the news from the blossom shareholder meeting to her mother who plans to use this information to destroy the blossoms using her newspaper. betty’s mother is truly a needlessly perpetually horrible woman for literally no reason almost 100% of the time. if its not to betty its to her sister and if not to her then to any random stranger she can sink her fangs into. however, her husband is still fucking pissed about the whole “getting thrown out” thing and is enacting a one man coupe on the newspaper. alice trashes her own office in retaliation. these people are the worst.

meanwhile veronica realizes that ethel’s dad used to work for her father, until hiram lodge’s incredibly illegal deeds financially ruined them all. ethel’s father tries to commit suicide and veronica shows up with flowers explaining how her family is the one responsible for all this. as you can expect ethel is not really pumped about this turn of events and tells her to tell the truth at her dad’s trial.

at the banquet, archie is HIGHLY encouraged by the blossoms to keep seeing cheryl. perhaps...in a romantic way? i wonder what reason this family of redheads could have for trying to indoctrinate yet another ginger into their fold. they share a weird kiss and archie flees, but not before securing two bits of information: polly warns him that the blossoms are involved in jason’s death and the blossoms themselves are close to securing the drive-in plot and part of their plan was to send veronica’s father to jail to eliminate the competition.

betty FOR SOME REASON invites her mother to write her expose at the school newspaper. why? i don’t know. her mom accepts. why? i don’t know. archie’s girlfriend, valerie, dumps him because he’s been spending so much time for cheryl, which i don’t know what he was expecting. in the final scene, cheryl, spurned by archie, scratches out his and polly’s face from a photo of the tree tapping. like a normal person would

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writeradamanteve · 6 years ago

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Campbughead @writeradamanteve: Day Twenty : Science Fiction

COWBOY JONES

Words: 4,837

Chapters: 1/2

Rating: Eventual Smut

Pairing: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

Summary: To get away from her overbearing mother, Betty jumped at the chance to work as a mechanic for the Whyte Wyrm. The ship’s captain, FP Jones flies across the galaxy hunting bounties for a living with his son and daughter and their lives are as exciting as they are mundane. Betty’s ready to adventure with this ragtag family of space cowboys (and when she wasn’t working, daydream about the handsome Cowboy, Jughead Jones).

ONE

Betty tapped her spoon on the edge of the bowl and it made flat, metallic clinks. The bowl was huge, intended for mixing large portions of food, like Garden-tossed Salad or a macaroni dish that served three, but all of the smaller bowls were still in the sink, unwashed from the previous night’s homemade macaroni and cheese. It had been Jughead’s turn to wash the dishes and it wasn’t a surprise he had shirked it. He shirked as much housework as he could, but Betty refused to clean up after him. She may have feelings for the 3rd Quandrant’s most effective cowboy, but she wasn’t going to let him push her around.

At the bottom of the bowl was a pile of cereal and some chunks of a banana. The banana was still okay, but in about a day or two it would be overripe.

Combined with the stale bread we could actually make decent pudding.

She shook her head after the thought. She was getting tired of being the only one in this goddamn spaceship who cared to think about recipes for leftovers. Before she came around, the Joneses tended to let their leftovers rot in the fridge.

I swear, they’d all expire if I weren’t around.

It was a little past eight and she expected that the other occupants of the Whyte Wyrm would be waking up soon. FP was usually up around the same time she was, but he must’ve been exhausted from that last bounty they had to catch.

They had been successful, thank goodness. They needed the funds, as evidenced by the low food supply, but Jughead had said payment wasn’t due to arrive for another two days. Alliance money came slower when it needed to be transferred from the 1st to 3rd quadrants of space.

This, quite understandably, put Jughead in a foul mood. He was swearing all the way back from the planet Ursula K in his speedcraft, which he dubbed Hitchcock. His profanity had clogged Betty’s radio frequency for minutes on end.

She normally didn’t mind when he cursed up a storm, but this time, she tuned him out, his swearing was so bad.

He was also, still asleep, though he might be waking up soon.

JB’s sleep schedule didn’t count as a schedule. Her hours were as erratic and random as she was; she slept when she wanted, wherever she wanted, whether it was on the couch, on the stairs or on the kitchen table.

Betty moved the cereal and banana around. They were fresh out of milk, but there had been some chocolate syrup in one of the cupboards.

Desperate for some semblance of breakfast, she had poured some of the syrup on top of her mixture. Everything, after all, was good with chocolate.

Her mother, Alice Cooper, would be furious if she knew her daughter was having chocolate first thing in the morning. Then again, her mother wasn’t here. She was at least two wormholes away, which was how Betty preferred it. She wouldn’t have had taken FP’s job posting for a space mechanic if she didn’t.

The chocolate was predictably delicious and probably unhealthy, but she figured she needed the fat anyway. Her shorts were loosening and she thought perhaps her boobs were shrinking.

The thing about living in the Whyte Wyrm and depending on bounty rewards for their prosperity was that food was either in abundance or went starvation levels low. Feast or famine. It was therefore smart to load up on calories when there was something, anything in the pantry.

To the side of the bowl was her coffee and she took a sip of it.

She breathed in its fresh aroma and sighed happily. Decrepit as their lives could get on the ship, they at least believed in good coffee. FP always insisted on buying the best brand. Betty had no complaints, even when it was her turn to buy the groceries.

Betty felt the caffeine invade her system, and it was good.

She began to munch on her makeshift breakfast as little by little, she felt less aggravated by their lack of food supply.

There was a sound behind her, and judging by the light but slow stride, it was Jughead. Betty didn’t even bother to look. Newly out of bed, Jughead was even less sociable than usual.

In the morning, Jughead was what her mother would classify a disgrace to the public. His ink-black, scraggy locks tended to look a bit bent out of shape and the scowl on his face was enough to deter everyone who saw him from making smart-ass comments about it.

He shambled out of his bunk in wrinkled combat pants and his white, wife-beater shirts, sometimes torn, sometimes yellowing from overuse. Sometimes he didn’t wear a shirt at all, which often caused Betty to wonder if he wore anything under those pants of his.

Not that she was complaining. Jughead Jones wasn’t a tank, by any means. His limbs were long and his body was lean, but those lines of muscles were certainly there. Like his body was pulled tight, and she liked it. She liked it a lot.

He took one look at her and she met his gaze with an arch of her eyebrow. She was ready for him, but he hadn’t even had his coffee yet.

Jughead made no comment, heading straight for the coffee machine. He poured himself a mug and he padded to the stool beside her, hunched over his cup. She paid him no attention as she munched on her breakfast and drank her own coffee.

After a while, probably after the caffeine kicked in, he was awake enough to speak. “What’s that?” He was looking into her huge bowl.

“Cereal, banana, and chocolate syrup.”

“Where’s the milk?”

“We ran out.”

He was silent, probably cursing the emptiness of their refrigerator, and again the delayed reward, in his mind. There was a spoon on the table; neither of them knowing from whence it came, but Jughead didn’t seem to care. He took it, polished both sides of it with the edge of his shirt and began to point it towards Betty’s breakfast.

She scowled. “Really, Jug? There are still a couple of bananas in the fridge. Go make your--”

Ignoring her, Jughead tugged at her bowl and began to eat. She rolled her eyes and scratched at her scalp irritably.

“This is good,” he said through a mouth full of cereal and banana.

Sighing, Betty’s only response was to eat before he finished all of it.

Halfway through the meal, she caught him staring at her cleavage. She pretended not to notice, but she might have adjusted her shoulder slightly to give him a better view. She noticed that Jughead liked this particular shirt on her. She was yet to call him out on it.

He tore his eyes away from them seconds later, his face noticeably red.

She didn’t have that many clothes to wear. When she accepted FP’s job offer, she had rushed home, taken what she could into her small suitcase, and hurried out before her mother could stop her. She left a video message for her mother to find and by the time Alice Cooper found it, she was halfway across the galaxy in the Wyrm.

As a result, Betty’s clothing choices were limited. She could shot for new things, of course, but she preferred to save as much as she could instead of blowing it off on shopping. All she needed to do her job was a shirt and overalls. When she wasn’t working, she wore shirts and shorts. She had one sundress for special occasions. That hadn’t been busted out yet. There weren’t many social events to go to in their line of work. Bounty hunting wasn’t a very socially inclined industry.

Still, it didn’t mean she didn’t care what Jughead thought of her. If she ever bothered to wear clean clothes, nicely fitted shirts, and painted toenails, it was because she wanted Jughead to notice, and while he did seem to notice sometimes, he never said anything, which kind of drove her crazy.

And annoyed her. Constantly. Especially now, when he was eating her breakfast.

It was time to call him out. If only for her own sanity.

“Were you just looking at my boobs?”

He choked on the dry cereal, causing his face to redden even more. “Jesus, Betty.”

“Well, were you?” she cried.

He looked like he was struggling. He probably was. With the cereal. With his words. “You know, you wear a shirt like that--”

“This old thing?”

He dealt her a look that was less than amused. “Shoot me, alright. I’m exhausted, I’m hungry, and they were--you were in my line of sight. It’s just--I’m just too tired to look away, okay?”

She wondered about Jughead sometimes. She’d never once seen him come home with a girl (or guy) or left with his whereabouts unknown. He always got back to the Wyrm alone and only left for assignments, or quick errands.

For a good looking, healthy twenty-something, who didn’t appear like he was awkward with those who were overtly attracted to him (she’d seen him grin cockily at a few admirers, men and women of varying species, even) he sure didn’t seem to have much of a sex life.

Not that she was doing any better. She hadn’t gotten laid for far too long.

Jellybean swooped into the kitchen, her laptop open in her hands. She was typing something on it, her fingers flying. “Morning, grouch!” she said to her brother without looking at him.

He grunted, but he turned away from Betty, probably relieved that a distraction bailed him out of his very awkward situation.

Hotdog, the Joneses’ sheep dog, followed her in, yipping excitedly, after which he began to lick Betty’s perfectly manicured toes.

“Ugh! Hotdog! Gross!”

Jughead laughed upon seeing the disgusted look on her face.

“Aw, he just likes you, that’s all,” Jellybean said, not looking up from her laptop.

Betty liked Jellybean. She was a sweetheart, but she often had her head in the clouds. She never had any in-depth conversations with Betty, only fleeting, distracted ones. So she figured Jellybean wouldn’t care if she skipped making nice for stopping Hotdog from slobbering her foot. She tried desperately to shake Hotdog off her.

Hotdog simply refused to leave Betty alone, so she lifted her foot, growling menacingly in the hopes of scaring Hotdog off, but she miscalculated her balance and she promptly began to topple back on her seat. She screeched.

Jughead lunged, and was brutally punished for his good deeds with Betty’s foot as it swung up and hit him square on the chin.

“Dammit, Betty!”

Betty figured it was going to be a pretty bad fall and she braced herself for impact, so she was relieved when her head remained suspended above the floor, her butt still wedged on the stool. She craned her neck and found that Jughead had grabbed her ankle as he glared at her.

“We don’t exactly have proper health insurance, you know,” he muttered. He reached over with his other hand, grabbing her by her upper arm. He yanked her up to sit her up, and she told herself she only imagined the extra rub her arm felt as he disengaged his hand.

“That damn foot’s like a sledgehammer,” he muttered.

Ruffled, but otherwise unharmed, Betty tried to regain as much of her dignity as she could. “Sorry, the dog--”

“Bad Hotdog!”

The dog whimpered.

Betty was surprised he yelled at the dog. Jughead tended to snort off any inconvenience Hotdog had visited upon her, like when the dog chewed on her slippers, or when he peed on the side of her speedcraft. Maybe she was finally being let in?

And while she was trying to understand the moods of Jughead Jones, she realized that he saved her a bad knock to the head. “Th-Thanks.”

Jughead arched an eyebrow. “For yelling at the dog?”

“For catching me.”

“Yeah, well…” He began eating the rest of her cereal. She let him.

Jellybean started singing a pop song. A grin spread on her face as she looked at the bottle of chocolate syrup. There was a cartoon cow on it. “You know what planet outside of earth has cows?”

Betty sighed. She still couldn’t believe she understood that as Jellybean-speak for “I have something.”

“No JB,” she replied. “What planet outside of earth has cows?” Not that she was expecting a straight answer….

Jellybean’s fingers wiggled and danced over the keyboard.

Betty exchanged raised eyebrows with Jughead before they turned to watch Jellybean with growing interest. Several faces came up on screen, set side by side on a grid; men and women with bounties written below them.

“Pick a face, Betty!”

Sometimes, Betty just found it easier to do what she was told. She pointed to a face of a man. Handsome and rugged. His bounty was also the biggest on the page. “Jason Blossom.”

Jellybean nodded.”Good choice! I knew you’d pick him for his dashing good looks and inspired bounty. Blew up a stadium, this one. Accidentally, I’ve found. But he inadvertently killed the Prime Minister’s daughter so...”

Jughead snorted. “Dead man walking. Did you find him, JB?”

She nodded, delighted by her own success. “He’s raising cows in Oberlin Major. For beef. He’s a space rancher.” She typed a few more things on her laptop before she pressed the final button with a flourish and turned it around so that both Betty and Jughead were looking at the screen.

It showed a crowded space port on one half of the screen, like a video feed. On the other half was Jason Blossom’s face with pin-pricks of pixels dancing over it.

“Face recognition software?” Betty asked.

Jellybean wiggled her fingers maniacally. “My special program. Better than any of the ones in the market.”

“Better, how?” Jughead asked.

“It crawls data by geo-location.”

Betty and Jughead exchanged looks. That was most certainly illegal, but then again, Jellybean’s primary function was to get them through the inconveniences of galactic red tape.

The frequency of the pixels followed the movements of the video, until finally, the pixel flashed on and off, corresponding to a face in the crowd that seemed to match the flashing pixels on Jason’s face.

Betty leaned over to look more closely at the feed. “Is that--Is that him in a wig?”

“That’s a girl,” said Jughead.

“How do you know it’s not him dressed as a girl?”

Jellybean started to giggle madly as she pulled up the information about Jason. “Jason Blossom of Thornhill Mansion has a twin, Cheryl!”

The young hacker pulled up another video of Cheryl in the terminal, stepping into a passenger ship. Jellybean paused the video and zoomed in on the digital sign perched on the ship’s dock. The sign said, “Oberlin Major, Boarding.”

Betty’s eyes widened and she pointed to the picture. “You figured out Jason Blossom was Oberlin through that? She could’ve been going there for something else entirely.”

Jellybean began to wiggle her arms. “My ways are mysterious and brilliant.”

“That’s for sure,” said Jughead from the corner of his mouth.

Jellybean pressed some commands on her laptop then peered at her monitor. “A movie is filming at his ranch. That’s how I found him. And cows. Cows outside of Earth are delightful curiosities.”

Betty chuckled. This girl was crazy and delightful. She wished Jellybean would let her in more.

Jellybean cracked her fingers. “On the set of the unreleased film Rocketship Salsa, someone took a picture and posted it on Instantgram.” She turned her monitor around again, showing them a photo of a fan with one of the actors of the movie. In the background, there was a blurry outline of a cow and a redhead. Jellybean zoomed into the picture, cleared up the pixelation, and clicked “Match” on her facial recognition interface. The software blinked excitedly. Jason’s face matched with the figure in the picture.

Betty was, once again, thoroughly impressed.

Jughead made a sound and nodded. “The real crime here is that a film named Rocketship Salsa is being made because they think it will make them money..”

Betty shot him a look, but she did follow it up with an amused grin. “So are you and FP going for it?”

“Hells, yes. It might even pay us sooner than that goddamn bounty yesterday.” He ruffled his hands through his hair and Betty longed to touch those silky strands.

Do I even have enough batteries left in my vibrator, I wonder?

Betty sighed. She needed an occupation. “Can I come with? This ship is running perfectly and I’m really, really… ” horny “... bored.”

He seemed to be thinking about it. It wasn’t as if she’d never done a run with them before. She was handy enough with a firearm to help where she was needed, but it was never a given. She always had to ask, and while FP tended to just say, “Sure thing!”, Jughead always seemed to be resistant to the idea.

She exaggerated batting her eyelashes and pouting her lips. “Please?” She might have angled a bit for some cleavage, too. She wasn’t above that right now. If he jumped her, she wasn’t going to complain.

He rolled his eyes. “Christ, fine. But do as I say. If something happens to you, this hunk of junk will give out at some point and then we’ll really miss you.”

The only reason what he said didn’t hurt was because he was half-grinning as he said it.

Betty clapped her hands. “Wonderful! JB, send me all that info, won’t you?”

“Okie, dokie.”

“Hey, does dad know about all this, JB?” Jughead asked, pressing the buttons on his wrist tagger. A screen projected above it and he moved some data around--probably the information Jellybean sent him.

Jellybean shook her head. “Dad was up early and left early.”

Betty was surprised about that. She made a grunting sound.

“One has to wonder,” muttered Jughead, probably meaning he didn’t really care.

“Dad took the Chopper and I didn’t ask, but I could track him.”

“Don’t bother,” said Betty and Jughead in unison. One thing Betty learned about living in the Whyte Wyrm was that FP always came back and it was always better not to know what FP was up to in his free time. It was either too embarrassing or too illegal. Either way, both her and Jughead didn’t want to know.

They looked at one another for about two seconds before they realized that both of them would be needing the shower. Betty had a one-second head start being nearer to the door as she shot down the hallway. Jughead was close at her heels.

As the bathroom door came into view, she grinned triumphantly to herself. But in the next second, she felt strong arms grabbing her from behind and shifting her around. Mid-shift, she planted her feet against the wall and kicked, slamming Jughead against the opposite wall in the narrow hallway.

Jughead’s grip didn’t loosen in the least, but her leg muscles were strong enough to make him immobile, pressed between her and the wall.

Jughead cursed his predicament profusely.

Betty was too annoyed to gloat. “Dammit, Jughead! You can’t cheat me out of first-shower rights!”

Jughead grunted against the pressure. “Since when did either of us make first-shower rights easy?”

She exerted more pressure and he growled.

“Stop that! Are you hoping to suffocate me?”

Betty growled in frustration. “This was funny the first 3 times but it’s getting old, Jones!”

In spite of himself, he laughed. “Speak for yourself!”

“Look, Jughead. Just let me bathe first and I promise you, I won’t use up all the hot wate—“

“Like hell!”

“Even if I do, at least I don’t leave the floor and towels sopping wet; and I don’t make mush out of the soap, either!”

“Betty, get offa me!”

“I’m using that bathroom first, dammit!”

“Okay! I’ll let you! Just get the fuck off!”

“Promise!”

“Okay, already!”

“Say it, fucker!”

“I promise! God-dammit, Betty!”

She slackened her legs and he let her go.

Barely keeping her balance, she turned and arched an threatening eyebrow. If he tried anything...

He put his hands up and grinned, then his eyes flickered down to her her collar.

Once again checking her out.

You know, that shower’s big enough to fit two people smashed together.

She wanted to say it, but lost her nerve. When he didn’t do anything, she took a deep breath and headed for the shower.

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By the time Betty was done getting dressed for the day, Jughead was already lounging on the couch, letting his hair dry. Jellybean sat on the table, humming a made-up tune as she tapped away on her computer, and Hotdog was Hotdog, watching her warily in case she had an urge to kick him out of the way.

Jughead gave her one look and arched an eyebrow. “You look… different.”

She rolled her eyes impatiently. Of course she looked different; she had finally put on her sundress. It was an airy green spaghetti strap with small flowers dotting it. It wasn’t fancy, but it was perfect for a romp out in the arid climate of Oberlin Major.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she said, slinging her strappy gold sandals over her shoulder.

Jughead watched her leave for their docking port.

She climbed into the Vixen, her personal speedcraft, and dumped her shoes into the cockpit. She liked driving barefoot.

“Hey, Betts.”

Mildly surprised, she looked up from her craft, watching Jughead approach from the doors. “Yes?”

“Where are you going?” He seemed genuinely curious.

“Reconnaissance. You and FP may not be big on homework and preparation, but I am. I like to scope out the site. Plus, there will be actors there. I’m a little curious.”

“So you’re going by yourself?”

She frowned. “What? Do you think I can’t handle it?”

He tilted his gaze. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just… do you want some company?”

Betty thought this an interesting development. She let her eyes scan his figure, up and down. Not that he was an embarrassment to be around with. She found him incredibly handsome and distracting, but she wondered if this was just him getting cabin fever or this was him finally noticing her.

She was well-aware she could just come out and make the first move. There was nothing wrong with that, per se, but she was, first and foremost, polite. She had been invited to this ship and she didn’t want to be the one to initiate a disruption in the dynamics. Getting down with the captain’s son was sure to change things. Even if she wanted it to happen, she wanted that initiative to come from Jughead.

His house, his move.

“I don’t mind company,” she said with a casual tilt of her shoulder. “Just don’t get in my way.”

He chuckled and climbed into his own ship. “You’re the boss.”

She scoffed, flipping her controls open. “Right. As if.”

“What?”

“Why are you really tagging along? Like, are you bored? Do you not want me to get a head start? Are you afraid I’d screw up?”

“Cooper, what did I even do to deserve that last bit?” He smirked, powering his own spacecraft.

“N-Nothing! I’m just curious. You’ve always let me go off on my own…”

“Yeah, when you want to window shop at the flea markets. But this is work. You don’t ever go out on the field without a partner. Dad and I go out together all the time. It’s for safety, Betts.”

Oh.

She pulled the strap on her seat and secured herself. “Fine.”

“Great. What’s the script?”

“Script?”

“Well, if we’re going to scope out the place, we can’t look suspicious. What’s our script? Our roles? Vacationing couple? Brother and sister? Pimp and whore?”

She shot him a glare. “Maybe vacationing couple.”

He laughed softly under his breath. “Vacationing couple, it is. Let’s go, sweetheart. We don’t want to be late to cast meetups.”

Sweetheart.

This was either the best idea or the worst idea.

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Jughead looked at Betty through the Hitchcock’s windshield. She still refused to look back and he laughed to himself.

He was never going to understand Betty’s moods. One minute she was sweet and nurturing and another minute she was on his case, irritable and snarky.

Not that understanding her was really all that important. In spite of Betty’s mommy issues (the girl seemed to have a fear that her mother would catch up on her), he liked her enough that he didn’t complain about having her on the ship.

They needed a mechanic, for one. And she seemed nice enough, unfailingly polite at first, but thankfully less guarded the longer she had been around them. He wasn’t exactly Mr. Personality himself, so he liked how she seemed to have eased in instead of coming like a hurricane.

Her personality did bring a change of pace to the ship, however, which he thought surprisingly welcome. She tended to clean, which was a bonus of sorts--the Joneses tended to be a little more lax on that regard. But mostly he liked the quiet way she asked after all of them, how she tried to make clever contraptions and fix broken things. He liked that she read. Constantly. He liked watching her write in her journals and then put it away when she caught him looking.

He liked her skimpy outfits.

He liked those a lot.

He liked that she worked on the engine with those overalls that she only really used as pants. She liked that smudge of grease on her chin and the ginormous wrench she lugged around when she was in the engine rooms. He liked watching her work on his spacecraft when it needed an oil change, because he could happily stare at her legs when she was too busy to notice.

She did get cranky. She was human and they were in a cramped spaceship, where they had to turn sideways when they met in its walkways and ramps, where the path to the shower rooms were the perfect set-up for intensely flirtatious racing and close contact.

Even her anger was entertaining. Until he met Betty, he never knew fighting and calling each other names could be so amusing. Never mind that he sometimes got a little carried away and ended up irritating himself.

Maybe she wondered occasionally why she never had to deal with awkward encounters in the small hallways when it was FP or Jellybean. Maybe she didn’t wonder. Maybe she knew.

She was driving him crazy.

He would swear she deliberately flashed him her cleavage on a daily basis.

But did he really want to risk screwing the uncomplicated dynamics of their ship up? If he gave into his impulses and fucked Betty on the engine room floor, which he had fantasized about countless times, his father might very well eject him into space.

For one, space mechanics as good as she was who were willing to get paid a pittance with shitty benefits was rare. And second, FP seemed to have made an agreement with Betty’s mother that FP was to watch out for her like a daughter.

The only person, it seemed, who was more afraid of Alice than Betty was FP.

Ah, well. He was just going to have to jack off in the shower. Again.

He flipped on the radio, grinning as he channeled in on Betty’s frequency. “So vacationing couple, right?”

“Right.”

“Honeymoon or just a quick getaway?”

She flew her ship close to his so that they could be looking at one another through the clear glass of their cockpits. “What difference does it make?”

He slanted a grin. “Huge difference. Honeymooners are more lovey dovey. Quick getaways are more about touring and sightseeing.”

She shot him a scowl before veering her ship away from him.

He laughed, following her. “I’m serious!”

“Nobody’s going to care!”

“We’re professionals. We have to do everything right. Hey, you’re the one who said you want to do your homework and shit.”

“Fine. Quick getaway. We’re there to observe. So… you know, look at things. We can hold hands, maybe.”

He chuckled. Hold hands, indeed. “Fine. Whatever you want.”

“Okay, then. Anything else you want to talk about before we do this?”

“I really think we should go grocery shopping before we head back to the ship.”

She gave an irritated sigh, but she didn’t disagree. “Tell me that you brought money and don’t expect me to pony up for that.”

Jughead grinned. Maybe he liked to tease her occasionally, too. “Oh, right. Money! Yeah, about that…”

There was an audible crackle in his receiver. A sure sign that she had cut the transmission off. He laughed.

He was going to enjoy this impromptu mission.

tbc

#campbughead

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whatismarvel · 7 years ago

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happily • (t’challa udaku)

Summary; Y/N is arranged to marry Eric (he’s somewhat changed) but T’Challa and her are in love.

Warnings; angst. cursing. a lil heated scene. this is really bad btw.

a/n; also, the tumblr app is literally being such an ass to me rn and it’s messing up the entire thing, so my advice is to login with your browser or sumn. im so annoyed, but enjoy loves.

|flashback|

“I hope one day, I’ll rule side by side with you, my love.” T’Challa wholeheartedly uttered, taking your hand and resting a crown-shaped promise ring on the palm of it.

You closed your hand, smiling profusely, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

____

You scoffed at the sight before you. There was your fiancé, shamelessly locking lips with another woman.

“Y/N, wh-“ Shuri stopped, mid-sentence as she saw where your gaze was directed to. “Bast. That little piece of shit.”

You laughed as you broke sight of Eric.

“Don’t act surprised.” You reminded her. This was not the first time this happened. “At least their clothes are still on, and they’re in a corner.” She rolled her eyes. You shrugged. “I don’t even care anymore, Shuri.”

“He needs to get his hormones in check.”

“Tell me about it,” you giggled.

_____

“Your fiancé looks as if he’s enjoying himself. Don’t you think?” T’Challa whispered into your ear, behind you. His breath sending goosebumps throughout your body.

You took another sip of your wine, not bothering to turn around whilst muttering, “If you mean by him fucking around with other women, then yes, he is enjoying himself.”

T’Challa chuckled bitterly. “Karma’s a bitch, my love.”

You smirked.

“I wonder if he knows that I touched your skin?” He mutters as his fingers discreetly run up and down your uncovered back. Your dress giving him a view of what he knew all too well.

“I wonder if he knows that every time he’s out fucking each and every girl he sees, I’m making sweet love to his fiancé.” He rasped darkly.

“What would your parents say my love?” He continued. “If they found out The King was fucking their engaged daughter?”

His words send shivers down your spine. You gently squeezed your thighs together, already knowing if he continued speaking so vulgar, down there would be pretty damped soon.

You let out a shaky breath. “Hmm?” He hummed.

“They’d be ashamed for starters,” you finally spoke.

“But what would your country think, when they find out their King’s been fucking his cousin’s fiancé?” You simpered.

Spinning around, you caught hold of his stunned face. “Hmm? Panther got your tongue babe?”

He laughed his melodic laugh. ”My cousin, truly doesn’t know how blessed he is to have you in his life.” He says, pulling you closer to him.

A bittersweet look dawns your face. T’Challa notices. ”What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You place your now tightly clenched fist on his chest.

”I-I can’t marry him, T’Challa. I can’t m-marry a person I don’t love. The only person I want to marry, is y-you.” You sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket.

He pulled away from you, cupping your face so you looked up at him. As your eyes met his you could see how teary they were getting.

“My love, you know that there is nothing we can do. We just have to accept that it is what it is, Y/N.” He uttered, as his dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears.

“Bast! I can’t keep running around the palace in secrecy as if I’m a damsel in distress T’Challa!” Your own voice shocking you as it rose a little higher.

“I just want to be with the one I love. Don’t you love me, T’Challa?” His heart broke as you croaked the last few words.

“More than anyone ever could,” he blurted, “But you know this is not my decision to make.” He stated matter-of-factly. “As much as I would love to marry you right now and make you my Queen. It is not possible.” He whispered below his breath, tears now evident as it streams down his stunning face.

Shaking your head, you quickly got a hold of yourself and wiped your tears. “Wipe your tears, My King. Your mother is approaching.” You murmured, not making eye contact with him.

Your words did not faze him. His eyes were fixated on your hand. He gently grasped it.

“It is quite shocking, Y/N, that you still have the ring I gifted you in the past.” He observed, lightly smiling to himself.

“It means something to me. You- mean something to me.” You spat, as you released your hand from his grasp.

“There you are! My son, there are a few important guests that would like to meet you.” Queen Ramonda stated, eyeing him. “Yes Mother, I’ll be on my way.”

She now turned towards you.

“Ah, Y/N! Shuri and Eric have been looking for you! Shuri has been bored out of her mind and Eric isn’t exactly exciting for her.” She laughed.

“I know.” You giggled. “Well, I’ll take my leave. Enjoy the rest of the night.” You told, glimpsing at T’Challa and smiling at the Queen.

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“My wife, where you been? I was looking for you.” Eric says as you take a seat between Shuri and him.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “You have?” You questioned, the sarcasm rolling off your tongue.

“Yeah, I missed you babe.”

You laughed at him. “You missed me yet you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Missed me with that bullshit.” You snarled, crossing your legs.

“Damn. What T’Challa do you? He ain’t been fucking you right apparently.” He shot back.

Your heart beat quicken, you could feel your ears getting hot, but nevertheless you tried to keep your cool.

“W-What do you mean?” You stammered.

“Nah princess don’t act like that. Don’t think I don’t know y’all been fucking.”

“Bast! Ew, that’s disgusting! Is that true, Y/N?” Shuri queried.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about.” You denied, popping a cherry into your mouth from the platter on the table. Fear enveloped you. If it’s one thing, you did not want to have this conversation in public.

He chuckled. “She’s been loving that man since forever. Why you think I’ve been fucking around? If she can do it so can I.”

“Fuck you Eric.” You mumbled as you popped yet another cherry into your mouth.

“I’m just sayin, I can fuck you way better than T’Challa-“

“Okay stop! I really don’t need to hear that. I’m confronting T’Challa about this!” Shuri got up, storming through the crowd.

“Shuri wait-no!” You begged, but she was long gone.

“Eric!”

“Sorry babe, she had to know.” He said placing a cherry in his mouth.

You took a deep breath. Multiple deep breaths, actually. Your heart beat was all you could hear and feel as you waited.

Standing there for what felt like eternity but was only five minutes, you wanted to curl up in a ball and not speak to anyone. You knew this had to happen, but today of all days? Karma really was a bitch. _____

Shuri was confused as she wandered through the ballroom looking for her brother.

“Sorry.” She muttered as she nudged someone. “Shuri, what is the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?” Her brother asked.

“T’Challa!” She screamed, placing her hands on his arms and pulling him into a corner.

“What a-“

“Zip it. Is it true Y/N is having an affair with you?” She pondered.

He looked at his little sister. He never knew he could fear a question so much, until now.

“What? Are you crazy? That information is false.”

“Listen. I know you have a history with her so please, be honest with me.” She pleaded as she grabbed a glass of water from the passing waiter.

He sighed.

“It is true. But you can’t reveal this to no one. Especially Eric.”

She laughed. “Brother. He’s the one who told me.”

“What?”

_____

“How’d you know?” You mumbled.

“How’d I know what princess?”

“About T’Challa and I?”

“Huh. Caught you sneaking out the King’s chambers one morning, and with the way y’all talk to eachother it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.” He smirked.

You nodded. “So did you have feelings for me?”

“Nah princess. I knew you were my cousin’s, since I came here.”

“So why’d you agree to marry me?”

He stopped. “Who else is going to marry me Y/N? Nobody wants me here. Nobody truly loves me. So I saw an opportunity and I took it.” “Eric,” you sympathized. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve always looked out for you and thought of you like a brother. But when you accepted the proposal, things changed. I was baffled, I didn’t understand why you wanted to marry me, but I do now.” You paused, looking for the right words.

“B-but my heart is always going to belong to T’Challa and even though we can’t be together, I just can’t give up on him.” Tears stroll down your cheeks as you fiddled with the promise ring you were given years ago by the love of your life.

“I-I just don’t know if you could live with your wife longing for another man.” You muttered underneath your breath.

Seeing the tears in your eyes, Eric didn’t know what to do. He thought for a second and decided.

“You don’t have to marry me, Y/N.” He declared, scooting closer to you and resting his hands on yours.

“I know how much you love him, and honestly, you the first person I actually wanna see happy.” He confessed, continuing. “I’m gonna make sure you marry my cousin. This engagement is off.” He proclaimed, making you look him in the eye.

“Are you serious?” You gasped.

“As fuck. I ain’t wanna make you unhappy everyday of your life.”

You grinned. That was literally the sweetest thing Eric has ever said to you.

“Are you sure? What about you?” You pestered.

“Shit, I’ll be fine darling. As long as we’re still friends.” He laughed.

“Eric. Y/N.” You both heard T’Challa called, followed by Shuri.

“Ah, the King of the hour.”

“Can I speak-“

“No need for that, I’ve already fixed your life. You two are getting married.”

“I’m sorry, what? Are you serious?!” Shuri screeched, earning a few looks from guests.

“Yeah, we called off the engagement.” He casually responded.

Tears in your eyes as you looked up to T’Challa.

The little jellybean was in shock. He gaped at you as if someone said he’d have to go through hell and back for you to marry him, and you best believe he’d agree to do such thing, for you.

“Is this true?”

“Yes, T’Challa!” You grinned, wiping away a few tears. Your makeup slightly smudged due to all the crying you did today.

He gently fell to his knees, tearing up as well. Tenderly, he grabbed your hand and glided the promise ring of your finger.

“Remember the day we were giving up?” He started, his voice gentle. “Just thinking how I went about us wrong, makes me regret. I’ve had countless nightmares about you losing hope in us.” He truthfully says.

“I’ve been idolizing the light in your eyes since the day we met, and when the news came you were getting married and I couldn’t do anything about the matter, my heart broke. I felt as if I lost myself, my happiness, my everything. But now that I have the chance to have you by my side ‘till death do us part, I’m not going to waste it.” He shook his head.

“Would you, Y/N L/N, make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife, my queen, my everything?”

“Yes! Of course!” You cried.

You’ve lived for this day and you couldn’t imagine saying anything different.

He slid the ring down your finger. His hand reaches for yours and they interlock as you kissed passionately.

Shuri wiped away a few tears as Eric and her started clapping, gaining attention yet again, from the guests.

“I love you, Y/N.” He beamed, holding your hand as you stood up.

“I love you too.”

Standing there, you knew one thing for a fact. You were at utmost happiness when you were with T’Challa, and honestly, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

#black panther x reader #black panther imagine #black panther #t'challa x reader #eric killmonger #shuri #mcu #angst #fluff #t'challa udaku #queen ramonda #killmonger #eric killmonger x reader

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pecavae · 6 years ago

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Full Circle>>Ch 1

Searching for answers you encounter your first Molnium, but what you find is far more than you had expected.

bts-fantasy-au-series

Word count: 3.1K

Genre: angst

Your body jolts upright, breath heavy and rough, cutting through the quietness of your dark room. Your hair line was sleek with cold sweat alongside a choking lump in your throat. You rub your temples attempting to calm the adrenaline still pumping through you adamantly after your cycling nightmare. Realizing the whiteness of your blood-deprived knuckles, you release the unconsciously tight grip your fingers had around your Katana.

You calm your beating heart by counting to five and then repeating once more before pulling your hair back from your face and strapping your two black katana swords to your back. Walking out into the compound the heavy rain from last night had left behind an unpleasant amount of mud which stained your boots with each step.

It was early since you saw a few soldiers still roaming around aimlessly with their arms wrapped securely around their weapons and their heads held obnoxiously high.

You can’t help but roll your eyes seeing them rely on automatic metal, clung to them like some sort of shield. You despised guns, they were cowardice and dumbfoundedly simple to you. The very thought of your own mother being shot and killed with a gun left an acid taste in your mouth whenever you held one. But of course you couldn’t blame the young soldiers for it, if anything you pitied them, orders and bullets were all they’ve ever known. Deep down your heart almost envies their naivety, blind hope and artificial confidence. You couldn’t however. You were a hunter after all. Trained to your very bones to be cunning, swift, and effective. To rely on yourself, and yourself only. Your blood engraved abilities are what formed you, all to complete your one task, Hunt and kill the Molnium. Simple, after all they were the ones who murdered your mother.

***

Taking quiet steady steps you continue your walk past the camp. The thick blanket of fog gave an eerie feel that you've always found somewhat comforting. Drawing out the unknown and useful in its sense of hiding. The air was crisp however and sharp as it filled your lungs to the very brim and you welcomed it in spades. Gliding your steps, you slip through the back opening easily and as usual, undetected.

Your eyes and ears were always keen on alert. Making you nearly impossible to catch off guard ever since you were small. You could hear the steady flow of the stream nearby and distant sparrow callings as you walked alongside the moss plagued floor.

Standing still and closing your eyes you let yourself really breathe in. Faded memories automatically flood back only to find a numbing wall inside you. Today marked your mother’s death. The pain had long since gone leaving only an emptiness, an ugly scar in your heart that never managed to heal properly. You were crushed when it happened as you recall, a deep melancholy at the confusion of never seeing her again, and the ear-splinting sound of the distant gunshot was still vivid in your brain. Your father became bitter and cold as ambition possessed him, which only heightened after your mother’s death. He was unrecognizable to you which only incentivized you to seek training.

Like you, your mother had been a hunter, the best in her time you were told. You wanted to be like her and one day find the Molnium who killed her. The sadness that had resided in you soon turned into willing anger executed fervently into your training. Bettering yourself so that you could one day not only avenge your mother but prove your worth to your father.

Instantly your hand rushes to the Triskele shaped pendant that had once belonged to your mother as your fingertips trace the swirls of the Celtic symbol. Your heart was as restless as ever these past days in need of finding the truth it seemed to hold.

However, fifteen years had past since the last known Molnium was sighted. Almost as if they’d gone into hiding all these years, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they returned. You could feel it in your bones. They’d be back, and you’d be ready.

The sharp sound of a twig snapping made you whirl around immediately, bending your elbow so that your hand now resting on the Katana’s handle. Your eyes darted in the direction of the sound but found nothing there. Yet for a split-second at the corner of your eye you thought you saw a shadow disappear. But as hard as your eyes focused, you saw nothing but acres of forest trees surrounding you. Your body felt strange however, as if you were sensing something familiar, like Deja Vu only stronger. Your imagination you suppose.

Sensing something behind you suddenly, it takes you exactly one second to turn around, withdraw both your Katanas and stance yourself ready to swing, only to find a familiar face smiling down at you.

“Surprised you didn’t I?” His deep husky voice had always calmed you as a child and continues to do so even today.

Scoffing loudly you straighten yourself up returning one of your swords to it’s holster as you shake your head smiling up at him. “Just like only you could Beck.”

Crossing his very large shaggy arms his eyes deepened their crescent-moon shape as he grins. “Don’t be so hard on yourself jellybean, we both know if it weren’t for me you’d have a perfect record as an unwavered hunter.”

“You know your right-“ stepping forward slowly you motion to him with the katana held between your fingertips. “If only it weren’t for you. Seems I might just have to fix that.”

Reaching for his knife Beck twirls it on his palm with expert ease, cocking one brow as his soft caring face turns dark. “Try it.”

If you hadn't grown to recognize Beck’s every doing, you’d think he was ready to duel you to the death. But the tiniest of twitches to the corner of his mouth immediately uncover his weakness - the amusement and palpable fondness he has over you. “Do your best jellybean.”

Positioning yourself, you crouch your knees slightly and hold the sword adjacent to your left thigh. Your upper lip curls in a daring smirk. “You know I always do.”

Swinging once Beck quickly dodges the blade as he steps sideways. You shift in time to miss the strike of his knife. Beck has trained you since you were old enough to handle your first sword. You used knives, spears, bows and arrows until you found your weapon, two black-laced katana swords. Beck had said the hunter didn’t choose the weapon but the weapon chose it’s hunter. Sounded a bit cheesy even to you then, but when your hands first laid touch to that Katana sword, you knew you’d immediately become one with it.

Beck of course being the massive bear he was, you learned to avoid his strongest points and to move swiftly on your feet. Swirling your legs and arms like you were cutting the very air you breathed. Bending and extending your body at will. You manage to lift your blade up to his neck, he lifts his hands up and exhales a smile of defeat. Ready to gloat in your win, you don’t notice Beck hooking his leg behind you so that you virtually fall straight on your ass.

“Hey! That was not fair.” You say with a huff of breath as you lay flat on the ground.

Beck chuckles standing over you, his sparkling eyes returning for just a moment before turning serious once more. “Never expect a fight to be fair (y/n).” extending his hand towards you, he lifts you easily but you notice his expression still bothered.

“Everything okay Beck?”

His eyes shoot back up at you before he smiles brightly, but still you sense it off as it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Nothing of course, just facts you need to know Jellybean that’s all.”

“Right.” You say with an evident tinge of suspicion in your voice, but you dismiss this with a shrug of your shoulders. Beck had known your mother before she died which is why he had always watched over you. In areas your father had lacked - which were many to say the least- Beck had been there for you. “Anyways we should probably get back.” Taking a few steps in front of you before-

“- Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Your head turns back to see Beck holding your second Katana, resting it above his shoulder cockily with one eyebrow raised. “First rule of a hunter, never let your guard down.”

Your jaw slackens a second before you shake your head slowly with a low chuckle in your throat. From your back pocket you slowly pull out a small drop point knife that had originally resided on Beck’s thigh holster. “I’d say the same thing goes for you too.”

His eyes immediately widen a fraction as his hand drops down to feel the indeed empty pocket. Scoffing loudly he tilts his head back revealing his toothy grin you smile back to.

Your face drops suddenly as your ears pick up on fast footsteps approaching. You eyes quickly land on a young soldier from camp nearing you and Beck. You can tell he’s out of breath and a bit nervous when you spot him a couple dozen yards away.

When he finally arrives where you two stood, sweaty and disheveled he speaks.

“The general, he wants to speak to everyone at the compound.”

Beck is the next to speak. “Has something happened boy?”

“Molniums. They’re...back.”

“Back?! What do you mean they’re back?” Your voice was louder than you had predicted and you notice the young soldier’s hands flinch.

“I-I don’t know I was j-just sent to get you and Sergeant Beck. They say one may have been seen by the spotters.”

Your heart begins racing a thousand miles per hour and you can feel it pounding in your chest. Could it be? Was what you saw, a Molnium? Why are they back? After all this time, why now?

Turning to Beck you see he’s stern and guarded as he looks beyond the woods. “Beck? Do you think it’s real?”

“I don’t know (y/n) I... don’t know.”

***

You and Beck stand behind the thick steel door of the general’s office before you are ushered inside. Two soldiers stand by the door and two more behind the large desk. Your eyes fall on the back of the general as he stands by the window looking out.

“Sir,” Beck’s voice sounds curt and worried. “Is it true? Are the Molnium back?”

The general doesn’t move nor look back. “After all this time it seems these bastards have finally decided to show themselves.”

You can sense Beck tensing beside you. His eyes stern and hooded, his thick brows furrowed tightly together and his strong jaw sharp as ever clenched. “Sir, m-maybe it was unintended. One may have just slipped up thinking it wouldn’t be spotted.”

“No.” The general’s voice was like sharp ice sending a cold shiver down your spine. “Molniums know exactly what they’re doing. Those devious demons trick you into trusting them. And when you think you have everything under control - when you least expect it, they’re the ones who control you.” You can’t help but feel he was talking from experience as he said this.

Blood pumped rapidly through your veins, and you try to keep your adrenaline from peaking by steadying your nervous breaths.

“Sir, tell us what to do.” At the sound of your voice the general finally turns, his eyes dark as coal which seemed to be fueled by black fire.

“Round up the hunters. Find it, I want it brought to me.”

Beck intervenes. “Sir this could be dangerous. Someone could end up hurt or worse killed. We should contact the neighboring compound set up a plan and-“

The general’s hand suddenly slams down onto his desk making everyone in the room still and you flinch. “I will not allow the Molnium a chance to get away! I want it dead, Now!”

Your mouth dries and your hands clam up. You’ve wanted to capture this Molnium yes but, somehow what seems to be happening feels...wrong. You don’t know enough to suspect anything and so, saluting the general briskly, you walk towards the door before you feel Beck hold his hand under your arm. You look at him with confusion as his face is once again troubled and desperate.

“Beck wh-“

“(Y/n) there’s something you need to know.” He whispers.

“Beck what are you talking about? Know what?”

You watch his eyes and there is a pain and regret you’ve never seen in them before.

“Sergeant Beck.” You both turn to face the general once more, anger in his obsidian eyes. “You will stay behind in the compound leading the soldiers. Is that clear.”

Your eyes dart back and forth between them not understanding the glances being exchanged.

“Beck-“

“(Y/n)” the general interrupts making your body jump slightly. “I believe I gave you an order, and expect you to follow it, immediately.”

You give Beck one final glance. His expression for the first time ever to you, unreadable.

You exhale sharply, “Yes sir.”

***

It had begun to rain, well, completely pour down really as you walked through the woods. Your conveniently great eyesight helped a bit but it was nearly impossible to see anything through the thick downfall.

“You don’t know where you’re going, you’re going to get us killed! We should head back and call for back up!” Sara, another hunter from the camp, shouts over to you.

Your immediately sigh exasperated. This was not only an order but the whole purpose of being a hunter. No rain or hunter was going to stop you or get in the way of finding this Molnium.

“What are you afraid you’ll get hurt?” You scoff dismissing her, “We have to keep moving.”

You hear the slide of her gun pulled back and your eyes roll. “Watch it princess,” She steps closer to you snearing as she rests her finger on the trigger of her gun. “Or you’re the one who’s going to get hurt.” You sigh deeply through your nose before she speaks again. “Daddy’s not here to stop me.”

“What did you just say?” You felt anger begin to bubble up inside you with each raindrop that fell before a static voice catches your attention.

“-All units. Molnium spotted east windward-”

Drawing your sword with blinking speed your blade was now threateningly close to Sara’s neck. “You brought a radio!?” Visibly stiff the girl’s eyes narrow as you continue. “Are you insane, it could hear!” You spit through gritted teeth, eyes ablaze.

Her open mouth snears into a mockingly dry cackle.“You’re on your own now princess.” Her eyes were callous. “And just so you know, I’m going to be the one who takes down this Molnium, got it?”

She steps back very slowly as if still unsure of your reaction. Your face is stone cold and ridden of emotions, but a bright spark with much resemblance of a flame flashes in your eyes. This is enough for the young hunter to laminate in nervousness.

“Leave.” Your voice was a knife under the rain.

Grim but hesitant, you watch her disappear into the trees. Your sword had since hung heavy to your thigh. The familiar whiteness of your knuckles once again returns and your jaw remains tightly clenched as you allow your senses to heighten. There is no way the Molnium is east, not when you feel something near beckoning. Concentrating on the pull of your instincts you head west towards the rapid falls.

In spite of the harsh mud your trained feet are light, each step bringing you closer. Uncertainty and familiarity mesh into one thought inside of your head. The Molnium. Shaking your head you focus harder. You have to find this Molnium. The push and the pull flowing through your veins as the tales of these Moliums ring inside your ears. Tall and strong with their unworldly beauty and supernatural abilities. They were compared to many creatures such as evil fairies, wicked elves, and beautiful monsters. For centuries they lived in the forest, luring and killing humans for sport. That was until humans began training to fight against the Molnium and they soon became the hunted instead.

Nearing the falls, the rain had finally subsided to tiny droplets on your skin and you feel as though your head had become a broken compass, a needle pointing everywhere as your eyes shoot around you. The ground and the trees blur into fog until you clearly see someone.

From behind it seems to be leaning against a large oak tree and flicking small pebbles into the water unbothered. Your heart smashes against your chest sparking a wild fire within you. You eyes travel to his face turned sideways and you can tell its a male your age. Dark tufts of midnight hair obscured his eyes as he looked downward. Covered entirely in black attire with golden trinkets decorating his wrists neck and hair. His skin seemed to glow in contrast with his clothes effortlessly clinging to his body.

Thinking quickly you decide to use his lack of awareness to your advantage as you stealthily step towards the back of the tree and slowly pull out your swords.

Without hesitating any longer you spin yourself around the tree, swinging your sword midair before you halt entirely. Your eyes widen in horror as the Molnium was no longer there. Eyes darting you spin quickly almost shrieking before catching yourself as before you stood the practically towering Molnium. Staring at you with his alarmingly glowing eyes seemingly hypnotizing as they roamed over you. You stood in equal parts shock and awe seeing his dampened bangs release droplets of water that fell slowly down his cheek.

Blinking rapidly your arm instinctively raises to swing before his hand grabs hold of your wrist with impressive swiftness not once breaking eye contact. Stunned once more you watch as a something catches his eye on your neck and he raises his other hand towards you. Panicking you take the opportunity to swing your opposing arm with all your strength managing to hit his left temple.

You blink several times again as you watch his body fall flat on the ground unconscious.

Your breath was staggered and shaky as your eyes shot to his face. His limbs were gracefully sparced and his head slightly leaned to one side as he looked almost serene. Your eyes travel down to his neck and all the blood in your face drains as your fingertips go numb, not noticing you sword slip through your fingers and fall to the ground.

Innocently resting around his neck was a necklace bearing the same golden Triskele symbol as the necklace that hung around your neck.

#jungkook au #jungkook fantasy #bts fantasy au #full circle #bts hunter au #bts series #jungkook series

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the slut and the falcon(s) - Jughead Jones and Archie Andrews

little disclaimer:

this is for @mrsjugheadjonesthethird ’s writing contest! i really like their work and stuff and i also kind of really wanna get noticed with my own work, and what better way than to do this? even if i probably will not win, it’s worth a shot

prompt: ‘fuckin’ veronica, man, always listening in on archie and jug’s conversations.’

word count: 3,152

another little disclaimer: jughead still goes to Riverdale, and he’s in the Southside Serpents

warnings: swearing, A LOT OF SIN, like dominant ass fucking archie and jughead, some drug use (just weed), a threesome with archie and jughead, spoilers! etc. (and some vague jealous jughead)

and, god.. this has.. daddykink.. i’m such a slut..

AND LOWKEY, ARCHIE IS A VOYEUR

I HATE MYSELF

It’s quite early to be having full fledged conversations, especially at Riverdale High. It’s supposed to be all zen and whatever, and yet, it is seemingly the complete opposite of zen. Especially when you grab your notebook and your folder and close your locker, only to be faced by nobody other than Veronica Lodge, her face glowing with excitement, and you think, how can someone possibly be this jovial at seven in the morning? “Yes?” You greet her anyway, yawning.

“Alright. So I’m walking down the West wing, right? And of course, I see this bitch Cheryl, and she’s talking to me about the dumb River Vixens and I’m like half paying attention. It’s right near her locker and Archie and Jughead are standing there talking about something but I can’t tell what, right? So I switch spots with Cheryl and she keeps babbling on about something irrelevant, and then I hear Archie talking about how they both think you’re hot and I’m like ‘woah’, and Jughead is like talking to him about all of the shit he would do to you if you were together. It honestly was hot as fuck. So Jughead’s going on about how he wants to fuck you -”

You stopped her right there.

The Jughead Jones wanted to do that with you? You, the co-captain of the River Vixens? Southside Serpents Jughead Jones? The once passive aggressive but is now a complete bad boy Jughead Jones? That one? Fuck Archie, man, that was all Betty’s. But Jug? It couldn’t be. “I feel as if this story is fake..” You chuckle and cock a brow at her. “But it was a good laugh. You got me.”

“Then tell me, (Y/N), if I was joking, why would Jughead be eyeing the fuck out of your ass in that skirt right now?”

You widened your eyes and whipped your head around, and sure enough, Jughead is slumped up against the lockers with a cigarette inbetween his white teeth, smoke flowing out through his puffy, perfect lips. Immediately, you turn red, your heart literally dropping into your stomach. He notices you staring at him and he quickly takes another drag of his ‘cancer stick’, before walking off, completely unashamed.

You had always been a good girl. Perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect record, perfect life, in a nutshell. You had known Jughead, since, what, last year, maybe? The beginning of this year? Point is, mama always told you not to be with his type. But ever since you’d met this particular boy, you could not stop thinking about him. He was so intriguing and your heart throbbed whenever you saw him.

And sure, you had hung out, but it was mostly at Pop’s, which isn’t even a one on one thing. It involves you, him, Veronica, Betty, Archie, and maybe Kevin. Every sincle time you would be around him things would seem different.

Jughead was another story. He was sent to juvie at the mere age of ten for trying to burn his elementary school down, which was, in fact, false. He was bullied severely by assholes like Jason Blossom, and basically, the entire football team, the only exception being Archie. He’s never had a birthday party because he claims his family makes it this arbitrary day and they pretend to act like everything’s okay, when really, they are not. It made him lonely. His mother moved away with his sister, Jellybean, and he was sent to a foster family on the Southside, - his father, FP Jones, is in jail for covering up the murder of Jason Blossom - and god knows why he still makes the effort to come to Riverdale everyday. All in all, he’s lived a fucked up life. Inside, you knew there was a huge teddy bear that honestly needed a hug, but on the outside, all that really called to you was his image. He was so hot and you hated yourself for thinking so.

“Hey - (Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N)!” Veronica was snapping in your face, and it took moments for you to realize what was going on, and that the bell had just rung. Jughead had dissapeared, and you were left with confusion, and slightly damp panties, but it was alright. Shit happens.

You shook your head and nodded quickly, looking over at her. “Sorry! I’ve got to go to class, Vee. I’ll catch you later?” Before she could reply you rushed off to your first period class, which was Social Studies - you had it with Jughead, that you knew.

Social Studies is an actual nightmare.

It starts off with Jughead sitting right next to you this time. Your teacher is neglectful enough to not care, and while teaching, Jughead keeps biting his lip and eyeing your thighs, which are not covered by anything but the cloth of your cheer uniform’s skirt. You’re trying hard to pay attention, taking notes and tapping your foot on the ground.

The thing about these desks that you’re in right now is that they are close, and all the way in the back of the room. So, inevitably, Jughead’s gonna do what he wants to you, as long as you’re okay with it. About halfway through the class, there’s a note passed to you, and you open it.

'archie told me to do this to you. -j’

You’re even more confused, but before you can speak, Jughead’s hand is on your thigh.

Your fucking thigh.

You tense up immediately and widen your eyes, covering your mouth in order to contain a gasp. Oh my god, this is really happening. It’s really fucking happening, in the middle of Social Studies, at exactly 7:34 in the morning. Jughead’s hand is squeezing, rubbing, massaging at your skin. His hand grazes your panties and you look down, grabbing his wrist in a quick but gentle motion.

'not here. are you insane?’ Says the note that you pass back to him.

Jughead just smirks and pulls his hand away after reading it, clearing his throat.

At Lunch, it’s you, Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead. You’ve made the stupid mistake to sit next to him, and Veronica is smirking at you from across the table. It’s all so tense.

You continue to think about what happened in Social Studies and get quite squirmish in your seat, Veronica glaring at you with a knowing look on her face. “Is there something wrong, (Y/N)?” She asks, raising her brows at Jughead, who was locked into his laptop, fingers typing away, completely ignoring the discarded lunch beside him.

“Huh?” You snap out of your Jughead filled trance, and boy, was it a good trance. “Oh.. no! No, nothing’s wrong. Just thinking about that big Social Studies test coming up.”

“Is that the only thing coming in Social Studies?” Veronica purrs, causing Jughead to look up at her, his face turning pink, completely throwing his bad boy aura off.

“Veronica!” You gasp, your eyes widening with surprise. “Wh - How do you even know about that?” You break into a whisper, leaning over the table to talk to her better without anyone hearing.

“Jug told me, he figured out that I listened in on he and Archie’s convo, and he practically spilled out every naughty, sinful thing he’s ever wanted to do to you. It was quite hot, actually. You’re lucky.” She gushed, flashing a smile to Archie, who was invested in Betty at the moment, apologizing to her for some unknown reason.

You shook your head and sat back, continuing lunch in a calm silence, your thoughts filled with images of Jughead.

After school lets out, you and the rest of your group head out to Pop’s, an annual tradition for the five of you. You’re sitting next to Jughead, across from Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

Betty has her head turned with annoyance, and Archie has yet to redeem himself for whatever he’s done. Veronica is sipping lightly at a double chocolate milkshake, and Jughead is still stuck in his god damn laptop.

It’s really not fair, the way he can look so gorgeous while being nonchalant. It makes you tingle, and you still can’t believe that he wants you.

There are a couple of jocks at the table next to yours, and they’re whistling at you, calling your name and shit like that, and Jughead notices this. He grunts and immediately sets his hand on your thigh, which is visible to everyone. You squeak and smile at them, turning to Jughead. “Right now?” You whisper.

He doesn’t say anything and watches the boys leave, scowling at him and rolling their eyes. You shrug, laying back and closing your eyes.

After a few minutes of calming down, you feel a hand back on your thigh, which surprises you, causing you to open your eyes.

You soon realize that it’s Jug again, your breath hitching. Betty asks you what’s wrong, and you just shake your head, knowing about her tragic, inevitable crush on Jughead, closing your eyes once more.

Jughead chuckles quietly and lets his hand travel up into your skirt, squeezing at your skin gently. His fingers trace shapes into your hipbone and you try your hardest not to make any noise. He’s not making anything noticeable, just typing more paragraphs into whatever he was writing with one hand.

You tried so fucking hard not to do anything. And this is just the beginning. Jughead’s hand is in your panties now and beginning to explore what’s underneath, his fingers moving in a way that has you feeling like you want to melt.

Betty and Veronica don’t notice, but Archie does.

His facial expression turns from regretful to interested in a minute, and you see this, because you’ve opened your eyes yet again, laying your head on Jughead’s shoulder and nuzzling it, thighs clenching around his hand.

“You know, Jug,” Archie begins to say, “I don’t think (Y/N) is feeling too good. Should we take her home, or?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Jughead replies quickly, his hand immediately slipping out of your underwear, causing you to sigh with frustration. “Betty, Veronica, you wouldn’t mind. Would you?”

“Well, yes -” Betty starts.

“No! Not at all!” Veronica then quickly interrupts her, nudging her side and letting the three of you escape the tiny booth. “Have fun. Feel better, (Y/N). Text me later.”

Betty growls with discontent and rolls her eyes, sitting back with her arms crossed, and you can practically feel how angry she is.

You fake a cough and let the boys take you by each arm, their grips firm and wanting.

You shiver.

Fuck.

(okay i cannot wait for the sin anymore, we’re getting right to it. listen to Believer by Imagine Dragons if you really wanna get the vibe)

It starts off with them taking you home, slamming the door and escorting you to your room, to where Archie locked the door, and Jughead picked you up, pinning you to the wall.

You cried out when Archie began sliding your skirt down, getting to his knees and kissing at your thighs, while Jughead was working on giving you hickeys on your neck and collarbone, his thumb rubbing your chin. Your toes curled and you whimpered, gasping occasionally.

“Oh, fuck, I - I -”

“You what?” Jughead huffed, flipping your shirt off. “Get on the bed. Go.”

Strangely, the urge to obey him overcame you. Archie finished taking the rest of your clothes off, not bothering to tease you. You jumped onto the bed and layed down, Archie removing his shirt.

Jughead licked his lips and grabbed your hips, dragging you over to him. “Arch, do whatever you want.”

Archie did just that, leaning down and licking a stripe up your aching cunt, releasing a much needed moan from you. He smirked at the reaction, beginning to eat you out, while Jughead kissed at your chest, taking one of your rosy buds into his mouth and sucking.

“Ngh -”

And something in you just snapped, your submissive side coming into play so quick into the moment.

“Daddy, Daddy -” You whimper, squirming underneath the both of them.

They both stopped, Jughead’s eyebrows raising as he pulled away from you, his hand roughly grabbing your chin, thumb slowly grazing over your lower lip. “What was that, slut?”

“Daddy,” You gasp out. “Please, I need more.”

“Oh, this is fucking precious. Captain of the River Vixens, innocent, Miss Perfect, has a daddy kink? Who would’ve fuckin’ thought?” He replies, feeling himself harden even more.

Archie chuckled and went back to what he was doing, smacking your thigh and sliding two fingers into you.

“God, I bet you love to get fucked. Hm?” Jughead continued, curling his hand around your throat lightly. “Tell me. Tell me you love to get fucked.”

“I love to get fucked,” You sob out, your hole clenching around Archie’s fingers, which spread out so he could add his tongue into the mix. “I l - love to get fucked, Daddy, please..”

This is the most fun Jughead has had in a while. He’s grinning, fucking enjoying how submissive you are in this moment. It’s amazing and he knows that you’re all his, partially Archie’s. This is a great opportunity to do everything he’s ever wanted to you. “Yeah?” He leaves his thoughts. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes!” You felt your eyes start to well up with tears, legs spread for whatever would come your way. “Please!”

Jughead unbuckled his belt and set it down on the bed, slowly taking his jeans off, revealing his very satisfying bulge in his boxers, his shirt coming off as well. You noticed that his body had many bruises and scars but didn’t ask, because aside from that, he was fit, and not ugly at all.

Archie whispered something to him and they switched places, Jughead grabbing his jeans for a moment and pulling a condom out - he had come prepared. He lined himself up after sliding it on, teasing himself at your entrance.

You whimpered and felt Archie bite at your collarbones, which made you melt in all the right ways, completely vulnerable in his touch. Jughead began to slowly push in, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. “Oh - Daddy!”

“Good girl..” He purred quietly, spiraling his hips again, getting himself prepared before all but slamming into you, not waiting to go slow.

You felt literal tears rolling down your cheeks because of how good it felt, your hand curling in Archie’s hair, the other wrapping it’s fingers around his length, stroking furiously.

Archie moaned gently into your ear, moving his hand down to rub at your clit while Jughead mercilessly fucked you, biting his lip.

You spread your legs out more and bucked up, watching Archie move and place his cock on your mouth. “Suck,” He ordered, and you complied, opening your mouth and feeling him move in, completely humiliated at how much you were enjoying this. “Good girl..” He muttered, “Come on.”

You gave him what he wanted, immediately bobbing your head the best you could with the position you were in, your entire body on fire in this moment. Your tongue grazed the vein on the underside of Archie’s member, and he grunted, gripping your hair.

It’s been about fifteen minutes, and Jughead was pounding into you so hard that you were sure you were going to feel it the next day. He was moaning loudly at this point, his breathing uneven and harsh. “I’m so close,” He panted. “Holy fuck, Archie, she’s so good..”

Archie pulled you off of his cock and stroked himself, nodding. “She really is, Jug. Oh, my god, I’m gonna cum. You’re such a good girl, (Y/N), aren’t you? Look at me. Stick your tongue out.”

You obeyed him and clenched around Jughead, whining out in desperation. “Daddy - fuck, Daddy, I’m so close, yeah..”

Archie was very vocal when he came, hot spurts of him streaking out onto your cheek and your tongue, and you got as much of it into your mouth as you could, gasping. “Mm!”

Jughead, who’s noises should have been fucking illegal because they were so hot, came at the exact same time, his whine broken and amazing as he threw his head back and spilled into the condom, his hips jerking even closer into you. “Fuck - (Y/N)..”

And finally, you came, which was very rare because guys were never good enough. Your legs wrapped around Jughead’s lower body as you arched your back, taking in a deep breath, “Daddy -! Fuuuck..”

The three of you layed there for god knows how long, just breathing heavily and calming down. It was all so intense.

“(Y/N)..” Jughead murmurs, pulling out and cleaning himself up, tossing the condom into a nearby wastebin in your room. “Do you smoke?”

“I have before, why?” You reply.

“Can we do that? Right now? It would be such a good way to end the night, babe.” Jughead asks, going through your drawers, grabbing a small gram of what seemed to be marijuana, which was conveniently set next to a unopened pack of the paper for blunts.

You nod, smiling and quickly rolling three joints up, grabbing a lighter from your night stand.

And then, you smoked, it took a while to finish completely, but after you did, you were high, and cuddling Jughead, in the best fucking mood ever. Archie was snoring on the other side of the bed, and honestly, you wouldn’t have this day any other way.

Jughead slipped his serpent jacket on and blew some smoke into your face, giggling and wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. “You were really good.” He told you, licking his lips. “Like, really good. And I rarely ever tell anyone that.”

“Thank you..” You cooed, kissing at his jaw. “I’m gonna give you a bunch of hickeys for everyone to see tomorrow.”

And that you did.

The next day at school, Archie and Jughead are clinging to you. They sit next to you in class, in the courtyard, at your locker, and at lunch. Jughead is littered in hickeys and you kind of love it.

Every girl is jealous of you in this moment, especially when they see you get fucking escorted to class by both of them, and you realize just how lucky you are.

“Okay - we’ll see you at Pop’s?” Archie asks at the end of the day, running a hand through his soft hair.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, good. Jughead, are you gonna go with her?”

Jughead nods and grabs your hand, pecking it. The gesture is sweet and you feel your heart start to warm up, a blush coming up to greet your cheeks. You giggle uncontrollably, and look over at him. Jughead says his goodbyes to Archie, and then squeezes your hand. “You ready, doll?”

“Yes,” You laugh. “Daddy.”

god this took me like a WEEK AND A HALF to finish oh my fucking god hey hi i’m sorry i am LATE but i really put a lot of effort into making this good! i love u all and honestly i’m not even gonna try with a/n’s anymore

but if u enjoyed this like repost comment follow u know the drill

I LOVE U

until then,

tchao~

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