#sorry 4 no vanilla milkshake in a while you can only come up with so many drawing ideas.......

[98chao]

okay ❤️ yay ❤️

[justactsupernatural]

Table for 5

He never stood a chance, not when they were offering him a world of happiness, even if only for one meal. His brothers and him sold their souls to McDonald's.

Based loosely in that one post-credit scene in The Avengers where they are eating shawarma but Thunderbirds.

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It had been a long rescue, like, 17 hours long kind of rescue. The flood, and subsequent mudslide, had hit the town at around 6pm, and IR had first arrived on the scene probably an hour later.

With a disaster of that magnitude, and all the Tracy boys on the Island (with John having come down from Five for the day) it was only natural that they all piled up on Thunderbirds One and Two to answer the call.

And now, hours later, they were tired, sore, covered head to toe in mud and hungry. Very. Hungry.

Which was why the McDonald’s that was just about to enter their flight path on the way back home was perfect.

“C’mon Scotty, there’s even a giant field in front of the place that’s perfect to land the Birds!” exclaimed Gordon, trying to convince the oldest Tracy to let them land and eat a burger or two (or five) in the fast-food restaurant.

The discussion had been taking place for the last five minutes, with both the youngest Tracy’s trying to win over their oldest brother with the promise of greasy food, while the second oldest and middle Tracy’s rolled their eyes and chuckled when the situation deemed it necessary.

“No Gordon, we have to get back home in case another rescue comes in and you know it” Scott said, because someone had to be responsible in this family and it might as well be him, even if sometimes he just wished he wasn’t mature enough to know that throttling his water-loving brother was not acceptable in this year and age.

“But Scott-“ said Alan, before being interrupted by the feeling of Thunderbird Two landing and his middle brother’s voice “I’m sorry Scott, but we’re hungry and tired and we are going to stop for a burger at McDonald’s, you’re welcome to join if you want”.

The whoops and cheering of Alan and Gordon, and the little smirk that John was trying to hide behind his hand and failing told Virgil that he had made the right call, and hearing Scott’s long-suffering sight before he voiced his agreement only proved that even responsible big brother wanted to eat.

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 He never stood a chance, not when they were offering him a world of happiness, even if only for one meal. His brothers and him sold their souls to McDonald's.

Scott knew they shouldn’t be doing this, that videos and pictures of them, covered in mud and looking like they just took a dive in a swamp were going to be on the internet before they even sat down, but PR was the GDF’s problem and they deserved this break.

The moment they entered, the smell of oil and fries and food and the look on his brothers faces just kind of proved that point. Sure, everyone was looking at them like they were aliens, and the ones that weren’t were outside taking pictures and videos of their ships, but right now they couldn’t care less.

Joining the line at the cash register they started looking at the menu and discussing what to order, throwing the occasional idea to just order one of everything and to hell with it. After probably what was a too long time for such a discussion, Scott took everyone’s orders and let the others go find a table.

After standing in line for probably five minutes they were next, and the employee, despite her awestruck face and shocked behavior, took their order in stride.

“Hi, could we please have 3, no wait, 4 Big Macs, 3 cheeseburgers, 2 BBQ Crispy Onions, 1 Chicken Tenders, 6 large black coffees, 8 large curly fries, 5 milkshakes, 3 vanilla, 1 chocolate and 1 strawberry; 2 Caesar Salads, 1 Happy Meal and 10 apple pies. Oh and 1 vanilla scone. Thanks”, he said, looking from the menu to the wide-eyed guy and his fellow wide-eyed coworkers and giving them a smile.

The cashier smiled back and uttered a small comment on how their order would be delivered to their table as soon as it got out. With another smile, Scott took off towards his brothers and their table to wait for the food.

The establishment was medium sized and there were quite a few customers, so they had to grab one of the few tables big enough for them and all their food, an 8-person table in the middle of the place.

When he got there, he gave each of his brothers a large soda paper cup and went to the soda machine to serve his, not the healthiest thing to drink but meh. His brothers followed him and served themselves before returning to their table.

“Well, I don’t know you guys, but I think we deserved this after pulling that long ass rescue” said Gordon before taking a sip of his soda. “Language” said Scott while grabbing a napkin and passing it to John, who was trying and failing to clean a smudge of dry dirt in his left cheek.

“I love how you always criticize us for our language Scotty, like you weren´t in the Air Force and have definitely heard or said worse” commented Virgil, prompting a laugh out of Gordon and causing Alan to choke on his coke.

“Alright, I’m going to the bathroom” said John while getting up and patting Alan’s back, who was still choking on his coke and wheezing for breath. Virgil stood and followed his redhead brother to the bathroom; seeing the flash of a camera go off out of his periphery vision, Gordon sighed before turning to look at Alan.

“What the hell Allie just breathe, it’s not that hard!” Alan glared at the aquanaut while taking a gulp of his soda and managing to take a deep breath without choking, and then reaching up to his shoulder and unclasping his chest plate, letting it fall on the chair next to him. At the questioning looks he just shrugged his shoulders and said “What? It gets claustrophobic after a while; you try wearing that thing for 17 hours in a row and then we can talk”.

Scott blinked once before turning to look at John and Virgil’s figures, making the trek back from the bathroom; when his brothers were close enough Scott realized that Virgil had the top half of his uniform around his hips, the blue sleeves tied around his middle to keep the whole thing from falling, his flannel and white undershirt the only clean thing in sight.

He thought about making a comment about how they were supposed to respect the uniform and be presentable while in public or something like that, but that would be a lie because, like all his brothers, Scott had left his baldric in One and it’s not like keeping their uniforms would help to ‘keep their image’ when they were all sprawled on the plastic chairs at McDonald’s.

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 45 minutes and probably too much food to be healthy later, they were all silently looking at nothing, all trapped in their own thoughts to pay attention to what was happening around them.

Picking at the leftover milkshake in front of him Gordon spoke up, “Do you guys remember that time, back at the farm, when we tried to sneak out in the middle of the night to get ice cream and Grandma found us because we wanted to take the car and none of us could drive so we tried to push it out the driveway and ended up slamming it against the wall?”.

Four pair of eyes turned to look at him before Alan burst out laughing, Scott, John and Virgil chuckling softly. “I remember that it was YOU who tried to sneak out and we were just trying to stop you” said John, pointing at Alan and Gordon with a look that clearly said ‘cut the bullshit’, and raising an eyebrow when the aquanaut only smiled.

“Meh, tomato tomahto;” chuckled Gordon before throwing an arm around Alan’s shoulders and pulling him close “we did good that night Allie and we shall forever remember how you got us out of trouble with your quick thinking and adorable baby cheeks”. The young astronaut slapped away Gordon’s hand when he tried to pinch his cheeks.

“Get off me Gordo, and if you ever try to do that in front of people again, I’m tying you to Three and taking you to Jupiter and leaving you there”. Hissed Alan while shoving off his brothers arm and straightening in his chair.

“All right, that’s it, let’s go” said Scott while signaling to the waitress for the check and turning to his brothers “we should be getting back and it’s going to be a long trip”. He took out his credit card and handed it to the waitress before smiling and telling her to add a generous tip; taking his card back he got up and signaled for his brothers to follow.

Groans and sights followed but they all got up and gathered the multiple trays to take to the trash in their way out, leaving the table almost as not quite spotless as it was when they arrived. The cameras, flashes and whispers followed them all the way to the parking lot before they crossed the street and walking towards the Thunderbirds.

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 It really wasn’t a surprise, but Scott had thought the message would have been sent an hour ago, not just now.

Colonel Casey: Scott Carpenter Tracy you better have a good explanation for this.

Right under the text was the picture of a news article, the headline reading:

INTERNATIONAL RESCUE SAVING RESTAURANT FROM GOING BANKRUP: TRACY BROTHERS SPOTTED AT MCDONALD’S ORDERING ENOUGH FOOD TO PAY FOR THE RESTAURANTS EXPENSES OF AT LEAST A YEAR

Oh well, thought Scott, we probably did anyway.

[the-strawzish-clownfish]

Oh, you wanted me to hit you with some? Bet. Do all of them Strawberry

YOBI I LEGIT JUST ASKED SOMEONE THE SAME THING

YOU’RE OMNISCIENT I SWEAR

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

I have never considered that before now but thanks for that

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

3 probably, I’m not really scared of the dark most of the time (unless it’s literally pitch black), but every once in a while i get really unnerved bc i get rlly paranoid

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Satan

4. What is your favorite word?

“faith” bc my faith and bc synesthesia

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

uhhh flowering cherry bc at my old house my brothers and I each had a tree that my dad planted for us when we were each born and mine was a flowering cherry

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

I looked in the mirror this morning?

7. What shirt are you wearing?

coral pink bubba gump shrimp co. t shirt

8. What do you label yourself as?

child of God, daughter of Sappho

9. Bright room or dark room?

bright if we’re talking natural light being let in through my windows, dark if we’re talking just normally bc rlly bright lights mess w my sensory issues

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

talking to you yobi

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

this age, I’m a firm believer in that things will always get better, even if only one small thing does improve, when i think back on past years i get anxious and nostalgia isn’t good for me

12. Who told you they loved you last?

@toomanyfanfics that one

13. Your worst enemy?

my mental health tbh

14. What is your current desktop picture?

15. Do you like someone?

never experienced romantic attraction, i used to have a plush (qp crush) on one of my best irl friends tho (@ blob have fun with this fact)

16. The last song you listened to?

I am listening to Echosmith’s Cool Kids as I am writing this, before that I was listening to Girls by Marina and the Diamonds, which is a hilarious song i 11/10 recommend

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

myself, I’m not s*icidal but I’m not killing someone else

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

whoever the person who decided Teen Vogue should endorse child pornography was

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

me, I would make myself do actual work for once

20. What is your best physical attribute?

my eyes, i just like them. fun fact this one kid i used to be kinda good friends with was talking with me on snapchat once (bc we did that a lot, back when i had snapchat) and i don’t remember how we got into this but he ended up describing my eyes really weirdly? it was really deep and got kinda strange? it was like a movie scene but via text message and then in the middle of it he was like “wtf am i doing” and i will always remember that (dude if you are for some reason reading this then idek what to say man. sorry). anyone who knows me irl (@ you blob) can take a guess as to who this is

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

idk the answer to either of those questions tbh

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

idek man sorry

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

weed, like i’m genuinely terrified of being in its presence (never been in its presence before), i’ve had nightmares about it

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

EVERY TIME I GO TO SUBWAY I GET THE SAME THING. BUFFALO CHICKEN, RANCH, AND CHEESE ON ITALIAN HERBS AND CHEESE TOASTED. I WOULD REPLICATE THAT

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

go to Atlanta and find a homeless person and buy them some clothes and food and some blankets

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

CANADA

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

first of all why is an angel giving me unlimited alcohol that’s just kinda strange second of all i am a MINOR i am not legally ALLOWED however i will probably just take whatever and give it to some people, someone will like it

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 

be kind and do good where you can and if someone wrongs you forgive them

29. What is your favorite expletive?

as;ldkfjasdkgaj;lsdf

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

my cactus!! she is v important to me

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

the first thing that comes to mind was really traumatic for me, but it’s what brought me as close as i am to God now so idk that i would get rid of it. idrk man, it really sucked but i’m glad that I’m so much closer to God now

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a [redacted bc even though this is a hypothetical i absolutely would never do this and refuse to acknowledge it even in a hypothetical situation]. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

….Canada?

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

idk, peeps are in heaven now and i don’t really wanna take that away from them

34. What was your last dream about?

ask God not me

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

no

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

not really, however i have had several surgeries (all on my mouth) so i was in the hospital for those

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

I have built a real, genuine snowman once in my life, and the only proof is a picture i have bc i was so little i can’t even remember it. it doesn’t snow in georgia

38. What is the color of your socks?

ain’t wearing em, however most of mine are gray with some colorful bits

39. What type of music do you like?

I have an eclectic mix of favorites.

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

sunrises all the way, the afternoon and evening make me anxious but nighttime and dawn and early morning are the best times

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

vanilla bitch

42. What football team do you support? (I will answer in terms of American football as well as soccer)

UGA i guess bc it’s ga and that’s a safe answer, i don’t really follow sports (i watch baseball sometimes though)

43. Do you have any scars?

oh i’m covered in tiny ones, the most notable being one on my thigh that was on my knee when i first noticed it. to this day i do not know how i got it

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

gay

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

i wanna be better about lying

46. Are you reliable?

heh depends, when it comes to knowing random things or being stupid, yes, but when it comes to remembering things, such as dates and times and things? absolutely not

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

Has it gotten easier?

48. Do you hold grudges?

yes and no

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

a whelk and a quetzalcoatlus, no i do not accept constructive criticism

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

i once spent hours talking to myself about if it is possible for a perfectly fair coin to exist outside of theory

51. Are you a good liar?

I like to think so

52. How long could you go without talking?

Oh I could go a looooooooooooooong time, however i do have my chatterbox days and i am known for not shutting up so it’s really a tossup on that one

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

when i was 3 my mom put blonde highlights in my hair and it was absolutely absurd

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

i cannot bake to save my life, however i have made my father cheesecakes for his birthday and they turned out okay so idk

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

sco-ish

56. What do you like on your toast?

a crap ton of butter

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

dude in a graduation cap

58. What would be you dream car?

idk whatever’s cheap and works

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

uhhh not really no

60. Do you believe in aliens?

i mean i don’t think we’re the only life in the entire universe, so yeah (and also they’ve found traces of ancient bacteria on Mars so if you don’t believe then who are you kidding)

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

occasionally, i don’t believe in astrology but it’s at least somewhat accurate a lot of the time and i like to freak myself out

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

you’d think i’d have an answer for this, however i have never thought about this before. so e ig

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

if your answer to this is dinosaurs then get out of my house

64. What do you think about babies?

they’re good at shrieking, and for that i admire them

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

i am not interesting

[mydarlingvioletine]

Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Eleven Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, Louis/Aasim Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

       Violet really doesn’t care for arts and crafts all that much. The only reason she had all that stuff was from the time that she and Sophie collaborated on painting Marlon’s guitar.

She could never bring herself to return it, the last string that connected her and the twins. She just let it sit and collect dust under her dresser.

      It was hard to keep her shaky hands steady as she flicked a couple of white and golden flecks onto the pin, and connected some with a thin line.

Happy with the results, she placed her project down on the dresser. Shutting the door behind her, she went to see if Louis needed help putting up holiday decorations.

        She beat her alarm, humming happily as she stuffed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. She grabbed the pin from her dresser, and pecked the forehead of her mother who had passed out on the couch after a long shift.

“Get in, loser!” Louis leaned out of the car window, tapping the side of the door with impatience. “We’re going to Starbucks.”

        Violet grinned, and slung her bag into the open passenger window before placing herself down. Tapping her toes against the mat on the floor, she drowned out Louis’ frustrated rambling.

Shifting in her seat, drumming her fingernails against the dashboard, she felt good. Hell, she even brushed her hair this morning.

         “Hmm,” The pitch in Louis’ tone rose sharply, snapping Violet from her daydreaming. “This is quite the turntables. I’m pissed as fuck and you’re chipper as fuck. Is this some kind of Freaky Friday scenario?”

Violet rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide the soft smile on her face.

            “Does that mean I get to date Clem?”

“I’m not - I’m not dating Clem, you fucking clod.” Violet shifted her weight, narrowing her eyebrows when she caught his gaze in the mirror. “It means you get to sleep on a mattress on the floor of a trailer while I kick my feet up on your Gucci mattress.”

       “Gucci mattresses aren’t a thing, dude.” Louis sighed, exasperated. “I would know... and if you wanted to have a slumber party, you could’ve just asked.”

Violet scoffed and shook her head, the pin gripped tightly in her hand. She let her fingers fall back, making sure her sweaty hands didn’t affect the paint at all. All clear.

       “I still have the one you made me,” Louis chirped up, his interest set on the starry pin in her hands. “Of Geoff. It’s right next to his tank, so he can see just how handsome he is.”

Damn, that was years ago. The first time Violet went to Louis’ house, Geoff was just a baby. After so many years, he looked.... exactly the same, but angrier.

       When Violet presented him with the little art project, he squeezed her so hard she swore her spine straightened a little bit. He reluctantly let go when she attempted to prick him with the pin.

“It’s for Clem,” Violet shrugged as the words left her mouth, and she saw Louis brighten up in the corner of her eye. “I fucked up and forgot to get her something.”

      Louis nodded, lips pressed tightly together like he was hardly holding back what he wanted to say. Violet rolled her eyes, letting a strand of hair fall in front of her face.

���Just say it, Lou.”

       “Say what?” Louis feigned obliviousness while pulling into the drive thru, looking at the array of festive drinks that were advertised outside the window. “It’s just cute, that’s all. The pin... and you two little lovebirds.”

Violet groaned, pressing her forehead against the icy passenger side window, her warm breath fogging the pane. Louis ordered himself a lar-venti Vanilla Crème and a breakfast sandwich while Violet stuck with her classic choice, hot chocolate and a danish.

         They walked into Mr. Everett’s classroom, his arm slung around her as he tried and failed to hype her up. Her eyes landed on Clementine, who was sitting in her father’s chair, nose buried in a book.

Louis made a beeline for Aasim, showering him with the usual bear hugs and half-assed attempts at pick up lines while the flustered kid just tried to shrug him off.

         Her hands instinctively tightened around the cup of hot chocolate, as she flung her bag down beside her desk. After a couple reassuring sips, her stomach started to lift from its butterflies.

You got this.

       She cleared her throat, and carefully took the pin out of her pocket, cradling it in her hands as though it were as fragile as glass. With a deep breath, she stood up and started over towards Clementine.

Her eyes lifted from her book as Violet approached, and her smile was too fucking bright, a harsh contrast for this cloudy and rainy day. “Hey, Vi. How’ve you been?”

    “Yeah! I mean, I’ve been good. And hey back!” Smooth recovery. “How about you?”

Clem seemed not to notice her paralyzing awkwardness, or at least was really good at pretending not to. “Kinda tired. James pushed a late night DnD session and Lee had to come drag us away at like 1 am. Other than that, I’m good! Plus, seeing you always makes me feel better, so that’s... yeah.”

        The corners of Violet’s lips curved upwards at the small praise from Clem. With newfound bravery, she held out the pin to Clementine, free hand gripping her elbow to steady her shaky hand. “I made this for you. Y’know, since I’m the worst friend ever and didn’t get you a gift.”

Clementine gently took the pin from her hands, and Violet didn’t want to admit to herself how much she relished the small bit of contact. She softly rubbed her thumb across the pin, admiring the detail and letting her gaze shift from the pin to Violet, the same wonder and admiration still in her eyes.

      “You made this? It’s so fucking cool!” Clem chirped, pinning the starry craft project onto her jacket. “Just like the ones on my ceiling. Thanks, Vi.”

In one swift motion, the curly-haired junior quickly got up and threw her arms around Violet, happily exhaling and swaying. Her hair was still slick from her shower, and the smell of strawberry shampoo overwhelmed her. Not in a bad way, though.

       After a couple seconds, she pulled back, letting her lips brush against Violet’s already burning hot cheek. “Seriously, Vi. I’m keeping it forever.”

Flustered, Violet’s hand instinctively made its way to the back of her head, twirling the ends of her hair. “I don’t know if I’ll be around forever to ensure that, but I’ll take your word for it.”

        Clementine frowned. “I think.. I mean.. I hope... you’re around for my forever.” She sheepishly murmured, mostly to herself but loud enough so Violet could hear.

“You’d get sick of me pretty quickly,” Violet sputtered timidly, her hands fiddling with the loose seams of her jacket.

            “Nah, never.”

Violet’s lips parted to form something, anything as a response, but Mr. Everett’s booming tone stopped her in her tracks.

        “Louis, get your ass off that desk and into a seat right now.” Lee spoke sternly, his frustration immediately ceasing as he saw Clem and Violet. Violet looked over at Louis, who had promptly placed himself on top of Aasim’s desk, and shook her head.

“I’m terribly sorry my friend has no game, Mr. Everett.” Violet joked, earning a snicker from Clementine and a wholesome grin from her teacher.

       “You can just call me Lee, honey,” He placed a firm but comforting hand on her shoulder, and patted her before ushering Clementine out of his seat. “As fun as it is to watch you guys make goo-goo eyes at each other, we’re tackling polynomials today. We’re gonna need the whole period.”

Clementine responded by socking him in the arm, and turned on her heel, plopping herself down into her seat with an exaggerated groan.

       Violet shoved Louis’ kicked up feet off of her chair, and put the danish in her mouth while she dug through her backpack for her calculator.

Louis wasn’t phased, humming happily and tipping his seat back and forth, a lollipop between his lips. “Someone’s happyyy.” He practically cooed, resting his elbow on Violet, a habit that she and all his shorter friends absolutely hated.

       “What can I say, dude?” Violet paused before she pulled her pencil away from her mouth, covered in tentative chew marks. “I fucking love polynomials.”

Class always went by quicker when she knew what she was doing. Of course the greater beings wouldn’t let her relish in victory for too long. She devoured the last piece of her danish, not noticing Clem approaching her desk.

         Thankfully, she had time to swallow this time.

“Hey, are you doing anything after school?” Clem cautiously pressed, as Violet was packing up her bag.

       “Don’t think so. Why?”

“My little brother has a baseball game tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with. To hang out and stuff. There’s a killer food court just around the corner from there.” Clem’s words were soft-spoken and drawn out, like she was preparing herself to backpedal at any given moment.

        “I’ll be there.” Violet gently reassured, her heart melting as Clementine perked back up, hands clasped tightly together.

“Fuck yeah. Cool, cool beans.” Clem remarked, her smile almost blinding to look directly at. “I don’t know if they’ve got chicken nuggets per say, but they’ve got really good nachos and milkshakes. Oh, and tacos in a bag! Have you ever had one? They’re so fucking good, you’ll love them, I swear.”

       Violet let the tremulous, enthusiastic tone of Clementine’s voice carry her out of the classroom and to their next period.

She wasn’t the biggest taco fan, but given how hyped Clem was about them, she already felt herself loving them.

[skyecrandall]

Ghosts & Pizzas - ILITW Fanfic

Book: It Lives In The Woods

Genre : Comedy

Number of words : 3163

Summary: Noah believes that they should try and tame Jane. But will it all go according to plan?

Notes: This is my ILITW Appreciation Week Submission! Also In this universe, the group learned that Jane was actually Redfield and no one died back in the cave. Somehow the ritual was disrupted, they were able to escape and sealed again.

Pizza Mega:

"So Ava, what did you need us for?" asked Dan, who was sitting opposite her in the 8 person booth. "Hold on sweetie. Stacy, Noah and Kang are not here yet," replied Ava while toying with a coin. "Talking about the wolf, here comes Stacy," said Aaron who was sitting besides Dan. "Hey guys, how are you all doing?" Asked the cheerleader as she was about to sit next to Aaron. "Wait! Don't sit there. Noah told me to reserve his place there or whatever. I don't know what he is planning but might be better you move next to Lily instead," objected Ava. "What? You are guys are weird," said Stacy confused as she sat next to Lily when her eyes fell on Lucas who was scribbling in a diary on the other side of Lily. "I hope this not a study session," she said. "No, this is just some leftover work. I've been down in inspiration and figured that maybe if I bring it here something will come up but nothing seems to stick," said Lucas as he crossed over a certain section of the diary in frustration. "You definitely burnt out Lucas. You should have stepped down from some of your previous responsibilities," said Lily. "I did. Now I'm only president of 8 clubs along and have the usual council president going on," said Lucas. "That's still too much!" exclaimed Lily when Dan's voice, filled with terror could be heard.

"Wh-what is he doing here!" He said. "You better have a good explanation, a very good one, Kang and Marshall" said Aaron with a frown. Lily and Stacy were going to turn their head behind to see what caused the ruckus but as they are a special voice right beside their tables.... their stomach flipped. "Hell~oooo Fri~ends," said the voice all too familiar to everyone. Right beside them was standing Andy, Noah and Redfield in a trench coat and a large hat. "There, sit next to Aaron," said Noah as he invited Redfield to sit next to Aaron and then sat on the other side of the ghost. Andy dragged a stool on the side and placed it in the middle and sat. "Why is she...here? Why did you. two...bring her here?" Said an uncomfortable Lily.

"I was thinking that since we can't keep running away from Jane and our attempts to seal did not end well, we might accept her and try to make her less violent," said Noah. "Do you know how stupid you sound right now? And I can't believe how you of all person could agree to this, Andy," said Stacy with a disapproving glare. "Noah is really convincing... and if we could control her power. Wouldn't we all have a better life. I mean as terrible the consequences of her gifts was...it still was very beneficial to us...," said Andy after taking a deep breath. "I can see your points," said Lucas as he took off his glasses to wipe them. "Not you too Lucas!" Protested Aaron. "I know... but think about it. Befriending her and teaching her what is right or wrong might be our best bet at permanently pacifying her violent tendencies. If we teach her that sending moss monsters and infesting buildings with spiders and what not is wrong, we might no longer have to deal with these?" Continued the council president. "See Lucas gets it! Plus remember that it is actually Jane! Let's see how she behaves today and you'll see that we could continue with the plan," said Noah with a smile. "You know, I love you a lot Lucas, but sometimes you make it so hard to do so," said Aaron has he glared at his date this time.

"Me... very happy that friends...spend time together....My gifts," said Jane as she took out 8 dolls from the trench coat. They were made from dried vines, branches, flowers, leaves, feathers and fur. "Are these voodoo dolls?" Said Dan shocked by how each doll seemed to be representing one member of the crew. "Only one way to check," said Stacy as she dug through her purse and brought out a needle. She then took the doll that resembled Noah the most and stabbed it at where would normally be his groin resulting into a collective expression of pain on the group's face. "Well... since Noah doesn't seem to be hurt, I guess they are not voodoo dolls. Still I think I'll keep them. They will be useful when I have some anger to work on," continued Stacy as she stabbed the Noah dolls a few more times before putting every miniature dolls in her purse.

"Hold on, wasn't Ava the one who called us here? So does that mean you were also aware of this?" Said Lily as suddenly everyone's glare turned to the goth. Shocked by the turn of events, Ava only yelled for the waiter to come and take their order. "Don't worry Ava, this is just a discussion saved for latter," said Aaron. "Are you making threats Aaron? Remember I'm the one who makes curses here," replied Ava. "I'm a bad bitch Ava, your curses don't mean shit to me," replied Aaron. Their discourse was cut short as the waiter approached.

"Hello, I'm Daniel and I'll be your waiter. What would you like to order?" Said the waiter. "4 Mega Gourmet as usual?" Said Lucas followed by a series of nods. "And for drinks?" Asked Daniel. "Mr.Cocola here," said Andy. "Same here," added Noah. "Make that 3," added Dan. "Milkshake. Banana-Vanilla," said Stacy. "I'll have a coffee here with 1 table spoon of milk and sugar," said Lucas. "What the hell? Coffee with pizza? Are you nuts?" Asked Noah. "So what? I also need caffeine here," replied Lucas. "I'll also take a coffee. Dark and bitter... Like my soul," said Ava while constant staring at Lucas with a smile. "This is isn't a competition Ava," said Lucas. "I never said it was," replied with goth. "I'll take the Lemon Spritzer. I have always wanted to try it," said Aaron. "You'll love it Aaron! I'll take a Spritzer too. Tropical flavor though," said Lily with a smile. "I think that's it. Thank you," said Aaron.

"What about the one in the Halloween outfit? Won't they drink anything? I must say though, this is an amazing Halloween outfit. They will definitely be the king of costumes next week for Halloween," said Daniel. "Uhh no. Jane w-" said Aaron before Redfield cut him off. "Me take same as ... Aaron..." groaned Redfield. "Good. So the order is 4 Mega Gourmet. 3 Mr.Cocola , 1 Banana Milkshake, 1 coffee with 1 tablespoon of milk and sugar, 1 black coffee, 1 Tropical Spritzer and 2 Lemon Spritzer," asked Daniel. "Yes you got it," said Noah and then Daniel departed. "Wow, good thing that he didn't notice that it wasn't actually a Halloween outfit," said Andy. "Shut up dammit! He isn't gone yet.oh crap he is coming back," said the ex football star. Daniel returned to their table and tapped Andy in the shoulder as the latter started sweating. "Also could you please return the stool after you are done?" Asked Daniel. "Yeah... sure," said Andy, relieved that Daniel didn't here anything about Mr.Red.

After Daniel was gone, Aaron came back for Ava. "So? Are you associated with these two too?" "Ugh... Yes. They needed someone as back up if ever he went violet when they were negotiating with him. Plus they needed my collection of ghastly horror stories," said Ava, knowing that she can no longer avoid the topic. "Plus with Redfield around, I might be able to improve my abilities even more," she continued. "Anyway, let's start. Ava, ready the movie," said Noah and Ava took out her phone and played a video with a rather gruesome ghost attacking a group of people and dismembering them. "What kind of movies do you watch Ava? I know Noah asked for a dangerous ghost but isn't that far too violent?" Asked Andy with disgust. "No it is perfect. The more violent it is, the better it is. Anyway Jane, you see the video? This is bad. You must not do that! " said Noah. "This...bad?" Said Jane slowly. "Yes! This is bad! Jane isn't a bad girl is she?" Said Noah. "No... Jane... good girl... Me... not bad," said Jane. "This is ridiculous," complained Aaron. "I know right? In no way this will turn her more docile," added Stacy. "Not with this attitude! There is something called positive reinforcement," said Noah. "I'm not sure this is applicable here," added Lily.

"Moving on. Jane, if you truly are a good girl, you must not do that. Understood?" Asked Noah "Understood...Me...no longer...doing that," said Jane. "Good. If you are a good girl and angry.... you should do this instead... Next video Ava," said Noah and Ava changed the video. This time she played the video of how a cartoon ghost dropped the pants of a ghost hunter. "Only good girls do that if you are angry. You are a good girl aren't you Jane?" Said Noah. "Yes! Me ... good girl!" Said Jane with eyes glowing more than usual. "I don't know why but I'm having a bad feeling about all of this," said Dan.

And so for the next few moments, Noah kept teaching Jane proper behavior until the food finally arrived.

"Drat. They haven't cut the shares. Andy can you grab some knives," said Dan. "No... I'll do it..." said Jane and the next second 2 knives flew toward's Dan's head, missing it by only a few inches, even piercing through the glass pane beside him. "HUUUUH" exclaimed Dan shocked. "What the hell Noah! You said Jane will not try anything like that anymore," complained Stacy. "Uhh. This is wrong Jane. You must not be violent. This is bad," Noah scolded his ghastly sister. "Sorry... Here... apology," said Jane as she made two knives very slowly float towards the group when Andy grabbed them mid air. "That is far too slow! What if someone saw it" said Andy as he placed the knives on the table "Sorry..." said Jane sadly.

"Can you give me a fork Andy?" Asked Lucas. "Eh why? Pizzas are best when eating with hands," asked Andy. "He's just showing off his snob side," teased Ava. "I just can't have myself dirtying my paper with my hands," glared Lucas. "Fine...," said Andy as he was going to get off when Noah stopped him. "Wait, let's give Jane a last chance! Come on Jane, bring us a fork! Not too quick and not too slow and not in a way people will notice," ordered Noah. "Sneaky? Okay!" Said Jane as everyone stared at the vase containing the forks. A pair of tarantulas climbed on top of the can and took one of the forks and placed it on their body. They then quickly crawled towards the groups's table carefully avoiding the other plates. When they finally reached Lucas's seat, they separated and one grabbed the fork between its claws while the other took a knife and started cutting a piece of pizza. The tarantula with the fork then stabbed it and started walking on Lucas' arm to his elbow and then tried aiming the food at his mouth. Everyone was shocked by scene. "I don't know if this is cool, terrifying or plain disgusting," said Ava awestruck. "How about all the 3 of it?" Said Andy. "Are you okay Lucas?" Asked Lily. "Surprisingly Ye-" said Lucas before the tarantula was finally able to put the forked pizza in his mouth. "Sorry Lucas, I don't think I'll be willing to kiss you these few days," said Aaron, bewildered by what just happened.

"Jane I know you had good intentions, but this might have been a little too much? Dropping the fork on the table would have been enough," said Noah. "Sorry again..." said Jane as she started sipping her drink via the pipe and soon the crew also started eating, expect Lucas... too terrified to do anything. However very soon after however... "Dammit Aaron, I know you are grossed out and scared but no need to wet your pants!" Said Noah. "What the hell Noah! What are you imp-" exclaimed Aaron when he suddenly felt something wet creeping towards him. He looked at the source and found a juice puddle spreading from Jane's spirit. "Goddammit, Noah! Look what Jane did!" Said Aaron. "Hey! It's not her fault if she has an immaterial body?" replied Noah. "Still you might want to clean it up with some napkins, we do not want the management to see this," said Lily. "Also, Jane... No more drinks for you !" Said Stacy as she swiped the remaining Spritzer remaining from Jane. "Guys, quiet down. The she-devil is coming towards us," said Dan and indeed, Britney was coming towards the group.

"For your information Dan, I heard you call me a she-devil. Don't you know this is rude?" She scowled. "Well don't you know that coming uninvited to a lunch with friends is rude?" Replied Stacy. "This is a public building. I can go wherever I want," said Britney. "Then why don't you go and fuck yourself," said Ava. "Why don't you go do that yourself?" Replied Britney. "As you can see you are not welcome here so can you just go? I didn't know that you are as obsessed with us that you followed us," said Lily. "Don't be fucking rude. The world doesn't revolve around you. I'm just here for Lily!" Said Britney, really angry as she started hitting Stacy with her purse. "Hey! Stop!" Exclaimed Stacy as she tried to defend herself with her hands.

Their skirmish eventually caused Stacy's drink to fall down, spilling it on her shirt. "Oh no!" Said the cheerleader. "Heh, it is not any different from your usual trashy outfit," chuckled Britney but unfortunately her action caused a certain somebody to get angry. "YOU! HURT! STACY!" Yelled Jane as she used her telekinesis powers to levitate cutlery all around Britney. "What the hell is that? Whatever freak-stuff you are doing, you better stop it Ava," threatened Britney even if she was scared. "Oh no! She's gonna kill her!" Exclaimed Dan before he started hyperventilating. "Stop Dan. Calm down or you might faint," said Lily but it was too late, Dan had already fainted. "Noah stop this dammit !" Yelled Aaron as he checked on Dan. "Uh...Jane, stop this! What did we tell you earlier! You are a good girl aren't you?" Said Noah. Jane held the cutlery for a few more seconds before putting them back in the jar. Her eyes glowed and then Britney's belt undid itself before her pants dropped to the ground, exposing her underwear to the group. "Oh my god? Are those Bye Puppy underwear? I never knew you were into in this sort of thing Britney?" Teased Stacy. "I will repay all of you for this embarrassment. I swear it," said Britney as she quickly lifted back up her pants before rushing outside the pizzeria.

"Ugh. Crisis averted I guess? Sort of? Anyway I think I'll be returning home right now. Too much emotions and I do not think a few napkins will be able to save my outfit," said Stacy as she packed her stuff and left some money on the table before leaving. "I should probably go and check on Britney...Just to ensure she doesn't do anything too drastic," said Lily as she did the same as Stacy. "You are too pure Lily. I don't know how she can stand that harpy," commented Andy. "The same way we can stand Noah," said Lucas as he packed his stuff. "Wow? Is that a Lucas burn? Will the moon be blue tonight?" laughed Ava. "More importantly, are you leaving too?" Asked Aaron. "Yes. I came here to have fun but now all I have in mind now are nightmares. You need something?" Asked Lucas as he also dropped his share of money on the table. "Well I need a ride to get Dan home. Can't leave him like that," said Aaron as he put his and Dan's share on the table. "Does that mean it is okay with Jane now?" Asked Noah. "Absolutely not. The three of you better take care of Jane and ensure she doesn't cause anymore trouble!" Ordered Aaron before he left with Lucas with the unconscious Dan over their shoulders.

"I guess that's just the three of us now. Let's get the payment done and bring Jane back to the ruins," said Noah. "Where is Ava? When did she go?" Exclaimed a shocked Andy. "I knew she was a witch, but not a ninja. We can do this together An-dy? What the hell! You could have at least returned that stool!" Said Noah as he noticed Andy had run away while he was giving his monologue. "Don't worry Jane, we don't need the others! I'm more than enough to bring you back home," said Noah as he tried hugging Jane.

The Next Day - Westchester High:

"... So yeah, she's still shaken up and will likely try to avoid us now. At least I hope so," said Lily. "All I can say is good riddance," said Aaron. "I still can't believe she wears Bye Puppy stuff? Wasn't she the one who was laughing at Lily for supposedly wearing kid clothes," laughed Ava. "I should have taken a photo of her. It would be our weapon for whenever she tried to annoy us more," said Stacy. "Who says I didn't," smirked Aaron when he suddenly felt a cold hand touch him. He turned around and a gasp escaped his mouth.

"Hell~oooooooo fri~endssss," said the person... who was no other than Jane. "What the hell Noah? Didn't you say you took her back to the ruins yesterday?" Complained Stacy. "I did! I don't know what she is doing here though..." replied the brown haired teen. "Am I the only one more concerned about how she is wearing Lucas' outfit," said Andy. "She's even wearing my spare spectacles," gasped the student council president. "What are...you doing here ... Jane ..." said a shocked Aaron.

"Noah said...Jane was good girl...yesterday. Since me good... me thought that... she can spend more time... with friends... at school! Since me... good student... me needed good student clothes.... me took Lucas' clothes..." Hissed Jane when the class bell rang. "Bell rang... Let's go to class... friendssss...," said Jane as she we floated along the halls. "What...the...hell... just happened," said Aaron slowly as he fell on his knees from disbelief, slowly followed by the others besides Noah. "Come on guys, it is not that bad. It is just that Jane will be coming to school to us," said the beanie wearing teen as he shrugged his shoulder before walking away.

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Let's see... First half for Billie and second half for Andie (if you want to do all of them 😁💗)

Challenge accepted Chuska, challenge accepted… 😝

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? ~ Probably Tegan2. Are you outgoing or shy? ~ I have moments of both, I’d like to think I’m normally quite outgoing but I tend to be shyer when I’m in a completely unfamiliar place3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? ~ There’s a guy that’s been coming into my work every day, I look forward to our chats4. Are you easy to get along with? ~ I think so, I can be a little bossy, but I’m not a confrontational person5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? ~ I have no idea *laughs*6. What kind of people are you attracted to? ~ Kind people7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? ~ I doubt it, but you never know8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? ~ No one right now9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? ~ Only if it’s with someone I don’t know very well10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? ~ Tegan11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? ~ “I forgot sorry, I’m at the Library now tho” Andie wanted me to make her some hair dye but I forgot, not that interesting 12. What are your 5 favourite songs right now? ~ Death with Dignity by Sufjan Stevens, Lorelai by Fleet Foxes, Mexico by The Staves, The Golden Throne by Temples and The Alter by Wye Oak  13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? ~ Not particularly14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? ~ No, only because I know there are always people behind them15. What good thing happened this summer? ~ I got a new job16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? ~ Definitely not, I don’t miss my college boyfriend17. Do you think there is life on other planets? ~ There has to be, with the vastness of space there must be some sort of life out there18. Do you still talk to your first crush? ~ No *laughs*19. Do you like bubble baths? ~ I LOVE bubble baths20. Do you like your neighbours? ~ I don’t really know them21. What are you bad habits? ~ I have quite bad OCD about certain things, like checking the doors and windows are locked before I leave my apartment, even though it’s on the top floor, no one is going to be scaling the side of the building any time soon *smirks sadly* I’m also terrible for jumping to conclusions and lashing out when I’m upset, but I’m trying to get better at that *smiles*22. Where would you like to travel? ~ Italy has been at the top of my list for a while, and I’ve never been to Korea despite my grandma being from there23. Do you have trust issues? ~ I can be a little guarded, but I wouldn’t say I have trust issues24. Favourite part of your daily routine? ~ When I read in the evening before bed, it’s so peaceful 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? ~ My lips26. What do you do when you wake up? ~ Get up *giggles*27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? ~ Sometimes I wish it was a little darker because I’m so pale and I always have to wear a thick layer of sunscreen in the summer28. Who are you most comfortable around? ~ Tegan, and my Mum29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? ~ No30. Do you ever want to get married? ~ Eventually, but not anytime soon, you actually have to have a partner for that anyway *laughs*31. Is your hair long enough for a ponytail? ~ No, and it hasn’t been for a while, I like it short *smiles*32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? ~ *laughs and blushes* Hmm, I’m gonna go with Matt Smith and Ryan Gosling 33. Spell your name with your chin. ~ Just because I’m using my chin doesn’t mean I don’t know how to spell my own name *smirks*34. Do you play sports? What sports? ~ I don’t, I used to run for my school when I was 15 but not since then35. Would you rather live without TV or music? ~ Hmm, TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? ~ Yes, and I never will37. What do you say during awkward silences? ~ I normally just sigh heavily a lot38. Describe your dream girl/guy? ~ Someone kind, whos’ open to new things39. What are your favourite stores to shop in? ~ Old ones40. What do you want to do after high school? ~ I’m not in high school, and haven’t been for a while *smirks*41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? ~ Yes, people can change42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? ~ That I’m either thinking deeply or tired43. Do you smile at strangers? ~ If they smile at me, yes44. A trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? ~ That’s a tricky one, I’m gonna have to say bottom of the ocean though45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? ~ My alarm *giggles*46. What are you paranoid about? ~ People going into my room when I’m not there47. Have you ever been high? ~ Yes once, I didn’t like it that much but Kit is trying to get me to try it again so we’ll see how that goes48. Have you ever been drunk? ~ Many times *laughs*49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? ~ I practised some elemental magic without Tegan knowing…50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? ~ Grey, I was at Andie, Kit’s and Kaspers and got cold so put on one of Kaspers, it was huge on me *laughs*51. Ever wished you were someone else? ~ Not anyone in particular, but I used to wish I wasn’t a witch52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? ~ Right now nothing *smiles*53. Favourite makeup brand? ~ Milk Makeup54. Favourite store? ~ There’s a little hippy shop down near the docks called Intrigue that I love55. Favourite blog? ~ I like the Rookie blog56. Favourite colour? ~ Orange57. Favourite food? ~ My Mums Stir Fry58. Last thing you ate? ~ Some toast and jam59. The first thing you ate this morning? …the toast and jam *laughs*60. Ever won a competition? For what? ~ I was part of the relay team when my high school won a regional athletics championship *smirks* other than that no61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? ~ Never62. Been arrested? For what? ~ Nope63. Ever been in love? ~ I don’t think so64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? ~ I’d rather not *smiles awkwardly*65. Are you hungry right now? ~ Nah, I just had my toast and jam *laughs*66. Do you like your Tumblr friends more than your real friends? ~ N/A67. Facebook or Twitter? ~ I don’t have either, been thinking about making a twitter recently though68. Twitter or Tumblr? ~ Tumblr!69. Are you watching tv right now? ~ I’m in the middle of a Bates Motel episode as we speak70. Names of your best friends? ~ Tegan, Andie and Kasper….and Kit if I have to *smirks*71. Craving something? What? ~ I could go for a banana milkshake right now…72. What colour are your towels? ~ Light blue72. How many pillows do you sleep with? ~ 4, I’m a pillow addict *giggles*73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? ~ My little rabbit, Hopper 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? ~ Only a few, and only Hopper is in Anne Arbor with me, the others are at my parent’s house75. Favourite animal? ~ I love cats and rabbits *smiles*

76. What colour is your underwear? ~ Oo, getting straight to it are we *winks and giggles* they’re black and lacey, love77. Chocolate or Vanilla? ~ Both!78. Favourite ice cream flavour? ~ Cookie dough, I could eat it all day every day *drools*79. What colour shirt are you wearing? ~ Bright yellow, like my personality *laughs*80. What colour pants? ~ Pants? Ohhhhh, you mean trousers, well, skirt I guess cuz that’s what I’m wearing *laughs* It’s black denim81. Favourite tv show? ~ I like that 70′s show *smiles*82. Favourite movie? ~ Scott Pilgrim Vs The World is AMAZING *grins*83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? ~ Haven’t seen either84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? ~ 21 Jump Street!85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? ~ I HAVEN’T SEEN MEAN GIRLS!86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? ~ I like the starfish, and dory, and the lil baby octopus *smiles*87. The first person you talked to today? ~ Kit I think88. Last person you talked to today? ~ Some random drunk girl in the park *giggles* I was drunk too so it wasn’t that weird89. Name a person you hate? ~ Hmmm, I can’t remember *smirks*90. Name a person you love? ~ There’s SO many people! I love Erik and Maya and Tegan and Alex and Tortilla and Billie and Kasper and Kit! *grins*91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? ~ I don’t think so, have you got any suggestions?92. In a fight with someone? ~ Not right now93. How many sweatpants do you have? ~ Like, 2 *smirks* 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? ~ Definitely more than 2 *laughs* more like 20 tbh95. Last movie you watched? ~ I watched some space one with Kasper and Kit, I think it was called Intergalactic or…Interstellar! That was it, Interstellar *giggles*96. Favourite actress? ~ Cate Blanchett!97. Favourite actor? ~ I just answered this, didn’t it..?98. Do you tan a lot? ~ Not in a shop or anything, I’m outside a lot so I’m naturally tanned99. Have any pets? ~ I have Kit, does he count? *laughs*100. How are you feeling? ~ Pretty good 101. Do you type fast? ~ I talk fast102. Do you regret anything from your past? …103. Can you spell well? Yeah, I’m alright, all these computers and shit don’t really help tho104. Do you miss anyone from your past? ~ A couple people from back home, but Maya says I can go and visit them whenever I like *smiles*105. Ever been to a bonfire party? ~ Yeah! They’re the best! *grins*106. Ever broken someone’s heart? ~ I’m not sure 107. Have you ever been on a horse? ~ Yeah! I used to ride along the beach back in Straya all the time *smiles*108. What should you be doing? ~ Right now nothing, it’s great *laughs*109. Is something irritating you right now? ~ I’m laying on my rug and it’s a bit itchy if that’s what you mean110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? ~ Oh yes!111. Do you have trust issues? ~ No, I can just make people forget the things I don’t want them to know112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? ~ Tegan I think113. What was your childhood nickname? ~ Little fish, Kit still calls me it sometimes114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? ~ I’ve been aaaaallllll over the world *grins*115. Do you play the Wii? ~ No?116. Are you listening to music right now? ~ Yeah. I’m listening to Paramore! 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? ~ Yup!118. Do you like Chinese food? ~ Yup yup! *laughs*119. Favourite book? ~ I like Milk and Honey, it’s pretty *smiles*120. Are you afraid of the dark? ~ I’m not afraid of anything121. Are you mean? ~ Kinda sometimes, but not too nice people122. Is cheating ever okay? ~ Hmm, I guess if you’re not happy and being treated badly then yeah123. Can you keep white shoes clean? ~ Nope nope nope *laughs*124. Do you believe in love at first sight? ~ Nah, lust at first sight tho…*smirks*125. Do you believe in true love? ~ Like from fairy tales and shit? I guess126. Are you currently bored? ~ A little bit, but \i normally a, so don’t take it personally *giggles*127. What makes you happy? ~ Quite a few things, Being at the beach, hanging out with my friends, and ripping the throats out of people who are bad *smiles sweetly*128. Would you change your name? ~ Nah, I like my name!129. What your zodiac sign? ~ Leo130. Do you like subway? ~ I guess, I don’t have it a lot131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? ~ *laughs* I dunno, laugh a lot *laughs*132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? ~ Kasper133. Favourite lyrics right now? ~ “You’d really like it in the limelight, You’d sympathize with all the bad guys, I’m still a victim in my own right, But I’m the villain in my own eyes”134. Can you count to one million? ~ Duh, I’m not stupid 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? ~ Oh god, I’ve told so many I can’t remember *laughs*136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? ~ Closed, what kind of psycho sleeps with their door open?137. How tall are you? ~ 5′7 *smiles*138. Curly or Straight hair? ~ somewhere in-between 139. Brunette or Blonde? ~ Well my hair is like a light brown, it goes kind of blonde in the summer140. Summer or Winter? ~ Summer! *grins*141. Night or Day? ~ That’s tricky, but probably day, I do most of my work at night142. Favourite month? ~ June! It’s my birthday month! *giggles*143. Are you a vegetarian? ~ Far from it *laughs*144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? ~ Milk, mmm *drools*145. Tea or Coffee? ~ Coffee!146. Was today a good day? ~ Yeah! *smiles*147. Mars or Snickers? ~ Mars all the way!148. What’s your favourite quote? ~ ”do not bother holding on to that thing that does not want you” - Rupi Kaur149. Do you believe in ghosts? ~ No doubt, I’ve met some, they’re not as scary as humans make them out to be, so misunderstood 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? ~ “no”

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The Tucker-White Twins: Part 6

Fandom: The Sebastian Stan Fandom???

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader, Dayton White x Reader

Summary: After a domestic dispute, Aileen Tucker and Richard White decided to separate taking one twin with them. Lance went with Aileen and Dayton went with Richard. Both raised how their parent wanted them to be: a successful gymnast and a famous NASCAR driver.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

A/N: Slowly getting there. The whole polyamorous relationship will form soon. As well as the smut. Nice, sinful smut. :3

The next day both you and Lance came into work with smiles on your faces. He came up to you at the front counter grinning from ear to ear, “Hey, beautiful.”

You giggled, “Hey, handsome.”

Lance leaned over and kissed your cheek, “Hope you have a good day today.”

“Same to you.”

“I am now.” He gave you a wink and walked into the gym to begin working with his trainees. 

Some hours passed by and, despite doing the usual paperwork, you were enjoying yourself. You were too deep in your happy place that you didn’t realize that Dayton was standing there at the corner until you looked up.

“Ah!” You jumped back clutching your chest.

Dayton chuckled, “Sorry.”

You smiled shaking your head, “No. It’s my bad. I was too deep in thought. What’s up?”

“Wanna hang out after you get off work?”

You glanced at the gym then at Dayton, “Sure.”

Dayton smiled, “Great! I have some errands to run, but I’ll come back and pick you up. We can watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds good!”

True to his word, Dayton came waltzing in as soon as you clocked out. He offers a hand out to you, “Your chariot awaits my lady.”

You took it smiling, “Why thank you, my good sir.” 

Dayton brought you to his car opening the door and letting you slip in then closing the door after. He then hopped in and drove the couple minutes it took from the gym to the movie theater.

“So, what are we watching?”

“I was thinking Wonder Wom-”

“YES! I’ve been wanting to watch that movie!”

Dayton smiled at your reaction, “Perfect! Wonder Woman it is!” 

When you got to the ticket booth, Dayton insisted on buying your ticket. You kept refusing, but Dayton wouldn’t have it.

“My pops would smack me upside the head if I let a lady pay on the first date.”

You arched an eyebrow, “Is this a date?”

He shrugged, “If you want it to be.”

There was a nagging in your head telling you that it shouldn’t but your mouth said, “Yes,” before you could process the situation. Your answer resulted in Dayton smiling wide. 

Dayton tried buying you candy, popcorn, and a drink, but you said that you’d split the price with him as a compromise. He agreed. His hand rested on your waist as you both walked to the theater. You picked a seat in the middle giving you a perfect view of the screen. 

You set the snacks down on the chair beside you. The theater darkened and the previews began to roll. Dayton wrapped and arm around you bringing you closer to him and kissed the side of your head. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

Once the movie finished, Dayton asked if you wanted to get dinner.

“I don’t know if I could eat that much. I’m still full from the popcorn, soda, and candy.”

“How about we split a burger, fries, and a milkshake? I hear the diner down the street is pretty good.”

“Mel’s! Yes! Haven’t been there in a while.”

“Great! Let’s walk off some of that popcorn.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and you two walked the couple blocks to the diner. You slid into a booth and looked at the menus the waiter handed you.

“So a regular cheeseburger with fries?” Dayton asked.

You nodded, “Yup! How about a vanilla milkshake? I like dipping the fries in it.” Dayton dropped the menu looking at you in shock. You chuckled, “What?”

“I think I found my soulmate.” He said seriously. You laughed which caused him to smile. 

Eventually, your night date with Dayton came to an end. You were both at the diner until it was ready to close. You both apologized and walked out after paying. You both walked back to his car holding hands. You continued to do so as he drove you to your home. 

He walked you to your door and you two just stood there awkwardly. You could see that his eyes kept darting to your lips.

“So,” you began but never finished since Dayton’s lips found their way on yours. You were hesitant at first but eventually found yourself kissing him back. The kiss left you breathless as you both panted after separating. 

“Oh boy,” you said with shock and dread.

Dayton looked down biting his lip, “That bad?”

You immediately shook your head, “No! The kiss was..wow! But I just-I just have some things to think over.”

He nodded, “Yeah. Okay.” He leaned to you kissing you one last time, “Good night.”

You smiled, “Good night,” you watched as he got into his car and drove away. You waved at him as the car faded into the distance. Your smile then falls. You’re in deep shit.

Dayton’s body filled with euphoria as he entered Lance’s house. He walked into the kitchen to see Lance sitting at the kitchen counter staring into a steaming mug. 

“How’d it go?” Lance asked mournfully.

Dayton was beaming, “It was great. She’s great. Her kisses are great.”

Lance snapped his head towards his twin, “You kissed her?!” He hissed.

Dayton shrugged, “We didn’t say I couldn’t.” Lance groaned and rested his forehead on the marble counter. Dayton chuckled, “She’s already thinking about who to choose. We kissed and then said she had some things to figure out.

Lance lifted his head and looked at his brother, “So now what?”

“We take her on a second date and see what happens after that.”

“I’M IN DEEP SHIT, HOPE!” You yelled into your phone.

“Okay. Lower your fucking voice.” Hope said on her end.

You collapsed onto your bed, “I hate that I’m not only falling for Lance but Dayton as well. His fucking brother!”

“Yep. You’re in deep shit, indeed, my friend.”

You groaned, “What do I do?”

“Fuck both of them. Literally.”

You shot up from your bed, “HOPE!”

“What? I hate to admit it, but Fucker is a god in bed. I bet his brother is too.”

“It’s not fair for any of us if I do that.”

“Why not a polygon relationship.”

You scoffed, “I think you mean polyamorous relationship, Hope.”

You could just hear her rolling her eyes, “Whatever, You know what the fuck I meant. Anyway, try that.”

You sighed, “They already have a complicated relationship. Throwing me into the mix is going to make it worse.”

“Y/N, you’re already in the mix. Like that one taco shell commerical with the little Mexican girl, ‘Why not both?’“

You sighed again, I don’t know. I think I’ll just go on a second date with both of them and see where it goes from there.”

“I like my idea better.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Shut up.”

“Fine. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Part 7

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For Better or Worse - Part 9

Thank you so much for all of the love on this story, you guys. It's my first ever fic, so it really means so much. The next part (part 10) will be the last one as I think the story is very much coming to an end now. There will potentially be an epilogue, but it depends whether it feels right or not! Thanks again, and your comments truly make my day!

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That night had largely contrasted the one that had come before. Jughead had slipped into bed beside her much later than she had anticipated, leaning over and very softly kissing her shoulder, prompting her to turn around and face him.

“Hey, did I wake you up?” He whispered, a little taken aback by her sudden movement.

“No,” she replied, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Sorry,” was all he said back.

After a slight pause, she edged closer and began to stroke his arm, frantically searching his vacant eyes.

“Talk to me,” she breathed.

He exhaled deeply, shifting to lie on his back as she propped herself up on her forearm.

“Juggie,” she said, “please.”

There was something unreadable etched upon his face, an apathetic and absent expression that Betty couldn’t seem to fully digest. Something had happened on the phone with Eva, something that he was actively hiding from her, and she so desperately wanted him to open up to her, terrified of being shut out completely; terrified of getting her heart broken all over again.

“I’m scared of losing you,” he mused quietly, closing his eyes as the words fell out of his mouth, “and I think if I tell you then I will.”

She sighed, not allowing her gaze to leave his face as she reached out to hold his hand in hers.

“You’re not going to lose me,” she whispered. “Why would you?”

He opened his eyes then, looking at her with as much melancholy and exhaustion as he could muster. This girl who he had loved for the majority of his life, the one he had waited for since he was the little boy in the beanie stood behind the red-haired boy who had the attention of the prettiest girl in the world. The one who had fallen for him when they had both least expected it. It just wasn’t our time, he’d told himself for the past eight years. It was never their time. Perhaps it still wasn’t.

“Eva’s pregnant.”

Betty’s jaw fell in astonishment almost instantly as Jughead sat up to perch on the edge of the bed and place his head in his hands. She could hardly catch her breath as her eyes darted into the space of nothingness, the severity of those two words conjuring up a swarm of bees in her stomach.

“Wh-wow,” she uttered, “I... wasn't expecting you to say that.”

After a while, she took note of how he had distanced himself over to the other side of the bed and instinctively placed a hand on his arm, her affection taking him off guard as she edged closer, rubbing his cold skin with her thumb in silence for a while. He turned his head and looked at her, his face masked with a melancholy vulnerability that she had only ever seen once before.

“I need to go back,” he whispered, almost as if it were a question rather than a declaration.

“Yes,” she said after a while, her breath catching in her throat, “you do.”

She cupped his face and wiped the remnants of a tear that ran down his cheek. She had never seen him cry before, not like this. When they’d been told that Toby had died, Jughead hadn’t cried, not once. He had fallen completely numb; when Betty looked into his eyes she couldn’t see him anymore. The truth was that she’d lost him long before he’d left. Now eight years had passed. Toby was here, and she was here, but he was gone before he’d even had a chance to stay.

They had barely uttered another word for the rest of the night, instead lying in the middle of the bed together and embracing each other’s warmth, each other’s scent and each other’s breath for as long as they could as they fell in and out of consciousness. There was no need to talk. This was enough. Something about it all felt very final, and the harsh reality of what was happening was ever present in the air. When they had awoken the next morning, they were naturally a little more distant than usual. They had agreed that Jughead would go to the house to meet his son, the three of them would spend the day together, and Jughead would leave shortly after. He had promised her that he would come back after a maximum of a couple of weeks, but the voice of doubt in her head wouldn’t stop screaming at her. You lost him once, who’s to say you won’t lose him again.

-

“Hi, there,” Marie smiled, opening the door to the two of them as they stood nervously waiting after the initial ring of the doorbell. “Come in.”

“Is my mom here yet?” Betty asked quietly as they stepped inside. “I was kind of hoping to talk to her.”

“She’s not,” Marie replied, a glimmer of a look of confusion sweeping over her face, her eyes switching to Jughead to see if everything was ok. “She’s meeting us back at the house later on.”

“Ok,” she muttered. Jughead didn’t speak, instead he lingered awkwardly in the back, his nerves beginning to get the better of him.

“Well, Toby’s upstairs,” Marie began, “you can go up. He’s expecting you. Do you know where you’re going to take him?”

“Yeah,” Jughead croaked, “just to the local diner round the corner.”

“Great,” she replied, “he really loves the burgers in there.”

Marie stayed in the living room, allowing them their alone time, as Betty and Jughead approached the little bedroom at the top of the stairs, to the right with the white door plastered in stickers of various cartoon characters. Despite already briefly seeing him once, Betty was naturally just as nervous as Jughead. What were they going to say? Was he going to be mad? Was he going to push them away? Reaching out, Betty gave Jughead’s hand a little squeeze. They looked at each other, exchanging a smile of acceptance and warmth, despite everything and despite the lingering uncertainty, they were in this together. They took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door.

He was sat with his back turned initially, sketching in a journal, crayons scattered across a small desk. Neither of them took a step closer, it was almost as if they had forgotten how to breathe for a brief moment, terrified of making a sound, terrified of ruining this perfect moment of just watching their son from afar; creating, living, breathing; unable to tear their eyes away for even a second.

“Hi,” Jughead said finally, keeping a firm grasp on Betty’s hand as he did so.

He turned instantly, a little taken aback at the strange voice, yet his face lit up as soon as he saw them. Their hearts were in their throats. Before anyone could say anything else, he had ran over and thrown himself into an embrace on their legs.

“I knew you’d come for me,” he cried. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

That was enough to make them cry, exhaling with relief, overwhelmed by his response as Betty bent down and cupped her son’s face in her hands.

“Look at you,” she choked through sobs of contentment, her green eyes burning into his as her lips curved into a smile. “Of course we’re here.”

She pulled him into her, holding her son for the first time in eight years and never wanting to let go. She placed her hand on the back of his head, closing her eyes and letting her tears silently fall down her cheeks. Her baby, who she had carried for nine months, who she thought had taken his last breath all of those years ago, was here as if he’d never even left. His little eyes flickered up to Jughead after a few moments, that warm smile returning as he did so.

“Hey, bud,” he said, his voice broke as he leaned into the embrace, all of the anger and frustration for the years they had lost melting away. In that perfect moment, somehow, it didn’t even matter anymore.

When they arrived at the diner, which was just a ten minute walk away, they sat themselves in a small booth at the back, and it all felt too familiar. Betty had opted for a vanilla milkshake and fries, whilst both Jughead and Toby had a burger each and matching chocolate milkshakes. Betty couldn’t help but smile as she sat opposite them, observing how similar they were in not only their looks but also their little mannerisms.

“You know, we have a place just like this back in Riverdale,” she declared as his eyes lit up.

“Yeah, Pop does the best burgers in the world,” Jughead smirked as he took a bite out of his own, “but maybe I'm biased.”

“Really?” Toby beamed, his face full of complete purity and innocence. “Can you take me one day?”

They both flinched ever so slightly, having not discussed things in too much detail with Marie just yet. Of course, they were his parents, but he'd spent the first eight years of his life in Silvercross with his aunt who he had naturally grown very attached to. They looked at each other briefly, unsaid complications switching between the both of them. Betty wasn't even sure what was really happening between the two of them since last night’s revelation.

“One day,” Betty smiled with a sweet sincerity, “for sure.”

“Listen, Toby,” she started, as Toby looked up at her once more whilst taking a bite of his burger. “We know this all may be a little bit confusing for you right now, but we want you to know that you have always been so loved and so wanted, and, if you'll let us, we really would like to be a part of your life.”

Jughead looked at her from across the table, his eyes filled with an unconditional love mixed with an uncontrollable sorrow. If only they could stay here, in this booth, and be a family. If only they could freeze a moment so it didn’t have to end. If only he didn't have to leave. Her eyes caught his and he smiled, but something about it made her want to cry.

“I’d like that a lot,” Toby replied, and suddenly their broken pieces were starting to rebuild, if only ever so slightly, and for the first time in the whole day, they’d completely forgotten that come tomorrow Jughead would be gone.

The rest of the afternoon flowed effortlessly as if they'd never even been apart. Anyone would've looked at them and thought that they were the perfect little family. Toby was smart and intuitive and creative, he was outgoing and charming and everything they could've ever hoped he would grow up to be. He was so much like them in so many little ways, despite never having known them, adopting Jughead’s humour and wit, paired with Betty’s kindness and determination. He had the strength of the both of them, just as Jughead had said all of those years ago in the hospital waiting room. He was truly a special kid, which made the whole situation even more bittersweet.

When they dropped him back to the house after another two milkshakes and a good hour and a half of chatting away, learning his favourite food, TV shows, music, his best friends at school and his ambitions as an artist; he gave them both another huge embrace and smiled as if he was the happiest kid in the world. He was a complete ray of sunshine, and they couldn’t believe how lucky they were.  

“Thank you for the best day,” he cried, holding out a piece of paper that he'd had folded in his jacket pocket.

“What's this?” Jughead asked, smiling as he unfolded a slightly crumpled drawing.

“It's us,” Toby exclaimed, as Betty peered over his shoulder and began to tear up at the sight of a drawing of the three of them stood together entitled ‘Mom, Dad, and Toby.’

“Thank you,” Jughead choked, unable to think of any more words to express how he was feeling. He wasn’t the type of guy to typically show his emotions, but his guard was well and truly down this afternoon.

As Toby said another sweet goodbye and ran back inside, they watched after him and felt a serenity and warmth that they had begun to forget the feel of.

“He's wonderful,” Betty praised, “thank you.”

Marie returned the smile. “For what?”

“For raising him,” she said. “His character really is a testament to you.”

“I appreciate that, Betty,” she replied, her eyes softening, “but Toby is all you.”

Betty was grateful for that, noting just how kind Marie had been for the past couple of days. She paused for a moment, debating whether to potentially ruin the moment and speak what was on her mind and what had been on her mind for most of the day. She took a deep breath.

“How did they do it?”

Marie looked a little confused at the abrupt question, still smiling, but unsure. “Do what?”

“My mom and dad. How did they make us think he was dead?” Betty asked quietly. “The doctor even said so. How could they have possibly pulled that off? It’s something I just can’t get out of my mind.”

As Marie went to open her mouth in response, albeit a little bit speechless, the front door opened and a familiar face appeared. She swallowed, making her way towards them cautiously as she allowed the truth to bubble back up to the surface.

“Mom,” Betty cried, “I didn’t know you were here yet.”

“Did you enjoy your afternoon?”

“Yes,” she replied, “it was perfect.”

Alice shifted on the spot, her face visibly changing as she thought of what to say next.

“There was another baby in intensive care that night,” she began as if the words were just spilling out, keeping her voice low as she closed her eyes. “He’d been left behind in a blanket outside of the hospital, his parents hadn’t even left a note.”

“But,” Betty uttered after a pause, “how did you-”

“Your father is clever, Betty,” she continued. “He was the one who found the baby, he rushed him inside, he told them that you were the baby’s parents, and that Toby had been abandoned. So, we offered to take him in.”

“You switched them around? How?”

“Your father is quite powerful in Riverdale, he had the entire staff in that place wrapped around his little finger. They’d much rather have had the whole thing kept quiet instead of having another scandal tainting the town’s name.”

Betty blinked back tears as she thought about the baby that they had buried. The baby who they had cried over. He wasn’t theirs, but he was still a baby. And the revelation was no less heartbreaking.

“That’s why you were gone when we left?” She muttered. “Because you were stealing my baby?”

Alice shook her head desperately, silently begging for her daughter to look at her.

“Betty, please-”

“Ok, mom,” she said calmly, exhausted by the fighting, yet still unable to meet her eyes. “It’s done. It can’t be undone.”

“Have you spoken to him?” Jughead intervened, causing the both of them to turn. “Hal, I mean?”

“Yes,” Alice replied, her gaze fixated on the ground as her lip quivered. “I phoned him this morning.”

“And?”

“And… we’re getting a divorce.”

Betty raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting today, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“It’s time,” she continued. “It’s been time for the past ten years.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

She looked up, tears threatening to spill. “Are you?”

“You’re my mother,” Betty replied, finally meeting eyes and holding the gaze, “I still want you to be happy.”

-

Betty and Jughead had decided to take a long walk back to the motel, it had been a beautiful day, and it was developing into a beautiful evening. They were desperate to take advantage of whatever time they still had together, admiring the blushing hue that was beginning to engulf the sky as they stepped further and further towards where they would have to part.

“He looks so much like you,” she smiled faintly, inhaling the fresh, warm air.

“Maybe,” he replied, “but he's his mother’s son.”

“Oh, yeah?” She giggled. “Why do you say that?”

“Because,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “he's smart and he's kind and he has this overwhelming warmth to him. He makes you smile even when you're uncertain and afraid. That's you. All over.”

She smiled, looking down and brushing his hand with hers to prompt their fingers to intertwine.

“You're sweet,” she replied, “but you make me feel all of those things, too, you know?”

His eyes softened. “He’s something else, isn’t he?”

“That he is,” she breathed.

“Promise him that I’ll call him, and that I’ll see him as soon as I can.”

“I promise, Jug.”

“Ready?” Veronica called, pulling them out of their bubble that they had been so desperate to stay inside as she sat in the car waiting with a grin. “Your very own personal taxi has arrived.”

How had they made it back to the motel already? The half hour walk had consisted of nothing but gushing over their son, and rightfully so. They’d completely lost track of time, and suddenly the reality of it running out was overwhelming.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” he said back, not taking his eyes off of Betty as they stood opposite one another and drank in the final fragments of the most perfect day they had ever experienced. There were so many words, there always was, but they just couldn’t seem to find the right ones.

“Well, good luck,” she said suddenly, pulling him into an embrace and burying her head into his neck.

“I'm going to miss you,” he whispered, before hesitantly pulling away.

“Drive safe,” she replied, giving his hand a squeeze as he nodded and went to turn towards the car.

She couldn’t deny that the sight of him walking away from her was tearing her apart. She had decided to stay in the motel for a while longer whilst she figured things out. Marie had offered her the spare bedroom, saying that she was more than welcome, but she didn’t want to make things too strange or overwhelming for Toby too early on. Not only that, but she wasn’t sure how to respond to his inevitable questioning over where his father was. Not just yet, anyway. Because she wasn’t even sure she knew the answer herself.

“Oh,” Jughead said, immediately dragging her out of her trance, “one more thing.”

He bounded back to his original spot, his lips meeting hers, his thumb softly grazing her jaw as she placed her hand on his cheek and sank into the soft and tender kiss. As they pulled away, they rested their foreheads against one another and closed their eyes.

“Why does it feel like we’re saying good bye?” She laughed shakily.

He opened his eyes, studying the face that he knew off by heart and had known off by heart for the majority of his life, shaking his head as tears began to form.

“Are we?” She continued, her tone more serious this time, suddenly panicked by his silence.

“I’ll call you,” he whispered finally, looking down, before returning his gaze back to her and forcing himself to smile. “I love you, Betty Cooper.”

And as he slowly let go of her hand and walked away, she felt something stabbing inside of her. Because he hadn't answered the question. And the look in his eyes had haunted her for the rest of the night.

[spring-moonrabbit]

Sweetheart Stealin’ - Jungkook Demon!AU Part Two

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Demon!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Violence, Smut

Summary: You were a thief of material things, he was a thief of mortal life. You both lost count of your faults, until you cross paths.

One

Part Two

“You’re right, I don’t think baby suits you, sorry” you shrug your shoulders as you continue munching. He smiles again at you, before rotating his chair and pulling his seat closer to yours. As he leans in, you catch the cologne that sits on his collar bones. A concoction of sandalwood, musk and vanilla? Hmmm, interesting choice, yet divine either way. 

“So Jungkook. What brings you here on this fine grey day?” you ask in return, watching as Ms Thompson comes back to the table to get his order. 

She raises one eyebrow at you and a quick wink as Jungkook skims through the menu. “I’ll have the peanut butter chocolate milkshake, some fries and a hotdog please?

“I’ll be back in a bit with your order”, she smiles and leave the two of you alone again. You return to your milkshake as Jungkook takes another chip. “I came to replenish my appetite, but also because this place serves the best milkshakes in the city. Why wouldn’t I come here?”, he takes another and leans in closer to your face, allowing the next thing he says to come out as a whisper only your ears can hear, “And I hear they have the best company, so I’m testing that theory”. You laugh loudly at his remark, earning a smile from him and a funny look from the man reading the newspaper in the corner of the shop. 

“You really are something else, aren’t you?” you sigh. If only you knew, he thought. 

You continued to enjoy your now reduced plate of food in comforting silence, thanks to him having eaten half of it. He watched you take the straw between your slightly chapped lips, taking the remains of milkshake from the bottom of the glass, the pale green liquid instantly disappearing. Small talk was exchanged as you waited for Jungkook’s food to arrive, him also offering some of his chips having taken most of yours. Claiming you were already full, you watched as he devoured his drink and plates. His dark brown orbs glistened as you both told stories, laughter coming from the both of you.

You were enjoying this small window of freedom, until your phone buzzed, bringing you back to the reality of your life. Reading the lock screen, the text had been sent by one member; ‘Monster’. 

“sweetheart, meet me at the square in 15 xxx”. 

I guess my break is nearly over, but I really don’t want to leave. 

You cleared your throat as you begun to fish out your purse to pay for your food. He suddenly reached out to take hold of your wrist, his warmth sinking into your arm, feeling like a furnace. Throat instantly running dry and your heart suddenly palpitating as he makes the first physical contact. Sure, you came into contact with a lot of men and women before, but this had been the first time someone’s touch had you begging to never leave you, wanting to engulf you completely. “I’ll pay, it would be rude of me to make the lady pay on the first date”. you scoffed at his remark. 

A date? He considered this a date? He let go of your wrist, taking you out from your dreamy state, the wrist that was once burning from his heat left to cool alone. However this didn’t stop you from hastily taking your purse out. “I told you, I’ve got this”, he took his card holder from his jacket and flashed his card at you, a hint of arrogance showing through his actions. 

“And I refuse to let you pay for what’s mine”, you start taking out a note and a few coins, placing it on a silver dish. “A lady may never pay, but a woman knows she can handle her own shit”. 

Clearing your throat and pushing yourself off the chair, you make sure the red notebook is still in your pocket. “I’ve had a lovely time, but I have to go somewhere”, you extend your hand out to him, this time you’re the one to give skin-ship. “It was cool talking to you-”

“Maybe some other time then?” You pause to take in what he said. His free hand taking in the milkshake that sits on the table. “You seem pretty adamant that there will be a next time”, letting go of his hand and bringing yours into the pocket of your jacket. “That’s what I’m hoping will happen, to be honest”. At least he is honest, I’ll give him that. “Unfortunately, I don’t think there will be a next time Jungkook. Look, I’ve got to go”. You watch as his eyes took in your denial for another meetup. You give him one last smile before you exit the shop, leaving Jungkook to wallow in curiosity and silence. He watches as your figure disappears from the shop door and into the street. A peculiar soul, with devil lips and a laugh to die for. I’m left curious for more. He continues to finish off his plate before paying the rest of the bill.

Once you’ve blended as a passer by a few streets away from the shop, you unclasp your fist from your pocket and sneak a peek at the bracelet you manage to steal from Jungkook’s wrist; a trick you had learnt from Monster. The navy blue cord holds a single charm, a  silver crescent moon. You smile at yourself; the oldest trick in the book.

The familiar all black van pulls up on the east side of the square, just as you arrive on the south. You jog towards it, knowing full well that Monster doesn’t like to be kept waiting, even if it’s for a few seconds. The door of the car opens out, letting you slip into the backseat and finally making contact with the member in the car. Monster, finds your eyes through the rear view mirror and gives you two blinks; one meaning you ready? two meaning, let’s go. He steps on the accelerator and shifts the gear. 

He was a lanky fellow, the tallest in the gang. Sometimes a tad clumsy, but his innocent smile let him get away with anything. Though he towered over you, Monster was a child at heart. He had recently got rid of his pink hair, opting for a more dirty blonde colour, saying it didn’t make him stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd of people, “I need to learn to blend in”.

“Yeah, with a name like Monster, like hell you’ll blend in” you once joked.

You were waiting beside a canal after you rang the card a year ago after much deliberation. You were in need of some cash to pay off a debt to a friend, because apparently she had been tallying up the amount of times you promised her to pay her back. You didn’t bother asking your father for money, he was already struggling to keep the roof above you and your sister’s head. So you brought matters into your own hands. 

Clear instructions were given; canal side at 4, wait for pink. 

Pink? What the hell was pink? Pink swans? A pink boat? Pink, the colour that appears when your eyes are closed from being drugged in daylight? Pink, the colour of your throat when it’s pinched tight?

Shifting from one foot to the other and kicking stones into the water, you were extremely anxious and instantly regretting the idea of calling them in the first place. Then he appeared before you. Pink hair. 

You laugh whenever you revert back to the first time meeting him, your naivety and stupid imagination. He had handed you a card, similar to the one that was thrown at your feet those many years ago, confirming that he was the man you had to wait for. He led the way, your less worried self following suit. He appeared to dress like any other student attending university; guess you became aware of the term ‘blending in’. He stopped after a while, turned to face you and offered you a small smile, a dimple etched on his left cheek. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to fear”, he gives you a small pat on your shoulder.

He was kind to you, often helping you with proof reading your essays. With an IQ of 148, he was considered the brains of the gang, managing the tech stuff and rigging into the CCTV system of the city. He was the eyes of all operations, without him the gang would be blind. You were always amazed by this aura that Monster possessed. The way he spoke was like a lake of water that pooled beneath a mountain;  flowing with ease and carrying rich material.

Your attentions shifts to the streets of the city that pass by the heavily tinted window, excluding any contact from the outside world. Your seatbelt is strapped, as your hand roams across the seat of the van, exploring the black ridges and pristine conditions. You came to the conclusion that the van was a recent purchase, since you had noticed that the other van had a blood stain from one of the heists gone wrong, and the floor mats in this van still had the plastic covers.

Of course you didn’t know much of what happened in the old van, the gang often leaving you out of their more ‘dangerous’ endeavours. And you didn’t dare ask about it. ‘It’s none of your business Sweetheart. Just look cute and nick a few bit of jewellery, that’s all you need to do ‘round ‘ere’, was the generic answer. So you gave up entirely on wanting to know what they were doing behind your back. But you knew the words that always escaped your mouth before any heist, ‘stay safe’, was something you truly meant. As dysfunctional as it sounded, you cared for them though they were total strangers.

Monster caught onto the puzzled look on your face. “What’s wrong Sweetheart? You feeling ok?”, he glances at you again from the mirror, your eyes connecting once more. Out of all of the members, he was the one you cared for the most, after all he was the first person that warmed to you, when everyone else was distant. “I’m fine”, raising the corners of your mouth slightly. 

You bring your hand into the pocket of your jacket, toying with the bracelet that once belonged to Jungkook, allowing yourself to be consumed by the very thought of the man. I wish there will be a next time.

The both of you pull up to the familiar building, situated on the outskirts of the city, sitting just under the arch of a train track. The faded cherry doors looking even more miserable under this much grey cloud, are a sight you constantly dread to see, never really knowing if you’ll be able to see these doors again, fearing in case an operation turns into a disaster. Monster parks the van under another arch and both of you head inside. The majority of the buildings under the train track are owned by the gang, something you learn when Monster first brought you here. The train track is surrounded by desolated factory buildings, once thriving with production. Now derelict and bleak, it was a perfect location for underground activity, something that you got yourself stuck in the middle of. 

Your trainers scrape against the grit and small puddles as the pair of you make your way through the red wooden doors. Once you make it through them, you are greeted by a set of another rotating doors, this time made of bullet proof glass. Pushing pin codes into the the reader, the doors swiftly open, allowing you to enter its capsule before enclosing you to enter the inside realm of the building. 

The lightbulbs should have been changed months ago, flickering every so often. They give off a sense of withering warmth, a spark of yellow against the peeing white walls. It’s what you expect from a building that’s as forgotten as the empty factories. The plumbing leaks across the roof, its drips echoing across the vast place. Stale and damp rain, the words that come to describe the smell of the place, wondering how it’s never changed. You and Monster find the basement stairs to your right, illuminated my white strips of fluorescent tubing. The same steps that take you from this world and into a much darker, sinister place.

Having run into you at the milkshake shop, Jungkook had you running someplace else; his mind. You intrigued him more than he wished, enticing a sort of mystery that came along with your face. He wanted to know you, your story. He wanted to cross paths with you, more than anything. One more conversation. He smiled as he dug his boot into the gravel, killing the engine to his motorbike. Running his fingers into his fringe after taking off his helmet, he pulls out the infamous red notebook and finds the name of his next victim. Vanessa Alvarez.

Such a waste too, she always looked beautiful with her lips around my dick. So so pretty.

He takes his phone and gives Vanessa a call. It rings for a few seconds before a sweet but sultry voice comes through. “Hey Jungkook baby, give me a second. I just need to finish my job”, he hears her giggle, before a loud bang ricochets through the speaker. He breathes in deep, his eyes closing, almost feeling sympathetic for the person who has just lost their life. Almost. 

There’s a muffle of voices in the background before she clears her throat. “I’ll be upstairs in 10 minutes baby. You know where the wine is”. She cuts off the phone, leaving Jungkook to take his bag and make his way up to her apartment of the 8th floor. He holds a stoic look on his face as he gets into the lift with a man who’s taken his dog for a walk. He needed to get this job done, the sooner the better. The man and his dog exit at the 3rd floor, leaving Jungkook and his thoughts, the luminescent yellow arrow pointing up. 5, 6, 7.

‘Floor 8, doors opening’.

Jungkook strides across the marble floor, his boots thundering an echo as he spots the familiar door at the end of the corridor. The bright cherry red door holds the number ‘8’ in the centre, glistening in gold. Jungkook twists the key, the key she gave to him after their 3rd rendezvous. He enters the lavish apartment, taking in the place before it’s turned upside down. A grandfather clock sits at the end of the living room, 5 minutes and counting. 

Her champagne velvet sofa is beside a small oak table, filled with photoed frames and a small pink music box. The ballerina stands still, her dance died a long time ago. Her place screams money, but to Jungkook it’s a place that were filled with her screams of pleasure and delight from many nights. He takes a seat on one of the champagne armchairs, removes his leather jacket and waits.

Unknowing to anyone on this planet, Jungkook was always waiting; waiting for the opportunity to strike. It wasn't something that he enjoyed doing, but it was the only thing he knew how do it, and how to do it good. Whether it would be for a cup of coffee at the cafe a few steps from his apartment or for a date turning up at a restaurant reservation, waiting was second nature to him. What else could he really do, but wait?

Time was everything and nothing to him, after all he was placed on this earth, damned forever. Jungkook was a demon, one that was still waiting, waiting to find answers. 

He was casted down here as a child, left to fend for himself at the side of an alleyway. Only shrouded with a piece of linen, he wept into his shrivelled position, a smear of blood staining his knee from where his father had struck him on his left cheek. He wasn’t sure how old he was at the time or what year it was; time was a man made concept that those from the other world couldn’t care less about. But what did time mean for him now? 

He was sobbing uncontrollably until an elderly woman approached him. She was also dressed in rags, but she was kind enough to care for him, took her shawl and threw it around his seemingly naked body. She took him in, never once asking a question about where he had came from and why he was crying on the streets. The lady was a mute, knowing what it means to be left alone in the world.

It didn’t occur to him, until a few years later, that there had been a deadly disease that had spread across the city, many innocent lives lost in a matter or months. The filthy streets were filled with black masked doctors, marking a red X on the doors of those houses who were unfortunate. The sound of women wailing over the dead is something still haunts him. He remembers seeing the many bodies piled into wooden wagons and the stench of burning flesh and ash. A city drowning with death at its doorstep. The old woman assumed that he had lost his mother to it, a poor child who escaped death. He did escape death, but for a completely different reason.

The old lady died a few years after, smiling as she caught the face of Jungkook holding her cold shaking hands in his own. She reached her hand out to touch his chest, where his heart resided in his ribcage, before it felt to her side. She loved him, as if he was her own. But Jungkook was not aware of this feeling. He cared for her, but that was it.

Jungkook cannot love.

So he’s using it to his advantage.

[dolanmedown]

Diner- (G.D)

Authors note: hey this is my second imagine hope y'all like!! There’s no warnings. Light smut maybe. Barely. Hope you enjoy!!

Requested: No

11:14 pm. We’ve been at the diner for 15 minutes and still no waiter. And every second going bye, I become an even bigger third wheel. Everyone hates being a thirdwheel. It’s a proven fact. While the couple is having the time of their life, you’re just there, eating your slice of pizza alone. Well now I was just sitting on one side of the booth alone, while my friends Jessica and Anthony were on the other. Not being in the conversation was boring, but something else was attracting my attention.

Across the diner was a boy, a very hot boy, may I add. He had the most defined jawline. Sun kissed skin, brown hair with a streak of blonde. What intrigued me even more was the fact that he was alone. He seemed to have just gotten here, given the fact that he was on his phone with no food or drink near him. If he was waiting for a waiter it would take him a year, considering the service here was unbearably slow.

I thought about approaching him. My mom always warned me of strangers. But he was a hot stranger. What if he’s meeting someone? That would be bad. Fuck it, wait a little before going. I waited a couple of minutes, 4 to be exact, before exiting my booth. “Guys I’ll be back in a few"I said to them, even though I doubt they heard.

I walked over to him, even though he was still looking down at his phone. I slid across the booth from him. He looked up from his phone and furrowed his brows.

"Do I know you?"he asked, almost scared.

"Probably not. I just saw you alone and I figured I would go sit with you. Plus I hate being a third wheel"I said.

He chuckled, nodding his head. "I know what you mean. My brother is dating someone, and she’s nice and I like her, but it’s like I hate going out with them. It’s always them two, and then me. And I never get what’s going on because it’s a ‘couples joke’ or some dumb shit"he vented. He continued venting. For the next 10 minutes. At the end of his vent his hair was a little messed up from tugging on it. His face was a little red too.

"Easy there tiger"I giggled.

"Sorry. It just gets me so annoyed"he smiled.

"I know me too. They’re both my friends and I love them but it’s annoying"I said.

"I don’t get that"he looked confused.

"Get what?"I furrowed my brows.

"How you’re the third wheel. I feel sorry for whoever left you"he said. I smiled.

"Thank god they did leave me. Or else I wouldn’t have met you"I said. He blushed and looked down.

"You’re cute when you blush"I giggled.

"You’re cute all the time"he said.

"Hi, sorry for the wait, there’s shorten staff. Can I get you something to drink?"a waitress asked. Her name was Marissa. I knew her because I always go to this diner. The buttons on her shirt were all mismatched, her hair was a little messy. And she looked a little sweaty.

"Can I get a coke"Grayson said.

"Ok and for you Y/N?"she asked me.

"Oh I’m not-”

“She’ll have a coke too"Grayson interrupted me.

"Ok be right out with that"she left.

I looked at Grayson, kind of staring him down.

"What?"he asked.

"I’m paying for my drink"I said.

"You’re funny. I’m paying for everything. This is a date"he said.

"Oh, so we’re on a date now?"I asked.

"Maybe. Maybe it could end like our waitress"he said.

"Oh my god"I laughed, and so did he.

"So tell me about yourself"he said.

"There’s not much to me"I shrugged.

"Yeah right. How old are you?”

“17 turning 18 this year”

“Oh me too. You graduated high school?"he asked.

"Yup. I went to Long Branch"I said.

"That’s 30 minutes from me"he said.

"You live in LA?"I asked.

"Yes how’d you know?"he asked.

"Lucky guess. What are you doing here?"I asked.

"I was just driving and was hungry and stumbled upon here"he said.

"I was gonna say no one comes here by choice. Except me"I said.

"Why do you come here?"he asked.

"My mom used to love this place when I was little and would always take me here. Back when there was service. But I don’t know, I never stopped loving this place. I went here after school with my friends or just to get out. Or when we snuck out. I don’t know"I shrugged.

"What happened with your mom?"he asked.

"She died in a car accident when I was 12"I said. He frowned and took my hand in his.

"I’m sorry"he said.

"It’s fine. Anyways, you grew up in LA?"I asked changing the subject.

"No. I grew up in Jersey. I moved out here with my twin brother. We make YouTube videos"he replied.

"Oh. Are you guys the dunkin tins?"I joked.

He laughed and shook his head. "Something like that”.

“Ok here are your drinks. Can I get you something to eat?"Marissa asked.

Except Grayson didn’t know what he was going to have because they didn’t give him a menu.

"Do you like pancakes?"I asked him. He nodded.

"Give us 2 of my favorite stack"I said. She nodded and went back inside the kitchen.

"What’s your favorite stack?"he asked.

"Surprise"I smiled.

For the next 35 minutes, we kept asking each other questions and answering them. I told him almost everything about me. Which is weird, because who tells everything to a stranger? Me I guess. And him.

I learned a lot about Grayson in a measly hour. I learned the little things, like his favorite colors and favorite food, to the deeper things, like his biggest fears and past relationships.

As we were talking Grayson started sniffing the air.

"Are you trying to detect something?"I asked.

"Funny. It smells so good, what is that?"he asked. His question was answered when he came face to face with my favorite stack. It was 3 huge pancakes with bacon, sausage, and home fries on the side. Inside the pancakes were chocolate chips and marshmallows. It was the best thing in the world, no joke.

I was only able to eat 1 and a half pancakes. But Grayson ate all of his and then the rest of mine.

"I was starving. Holy shit now I need to do an extra long workout"he said. I laughed as Marissa brought out the check.

"I have to pee. But don’t touch the check. I’m paying"he said. I shrugged and waited for him to be in the bathroom before calling Marissa over and quickly gave her $30.

"When Grayson comes, tell him I already paid"I said. She nodded and I walked out of the diner to the exit, standing on the balcony. Through the window I could see Grayson coming out of the bathroom, and looking confused as to where the check was. He went over to Marissa and I saw him try to slide money over but she handed it back. They had a quick discussion before he headed out. He walked out of the diner and came over to me.

"I hate you. I can’t believe you payed"he said.

"I said I was going to"I replied. He shook his head.

"Come with me for ice cream?"he asked. I looked over at the window before seeing my friends, too busy making out to notice I’m gone. And he was a stranger. Second time I said that. But this is a once in a life time opportunity.

"Let’s go"I said. He grabbed my hand and led me to his truck.

He opened the door for me as I got in and closed it for me too. I watched him jog to his side before getting in as well.

"Nice truck"I said.

"Thanks. It’s extra roomy in the back"he smirked. I laughed and so did he. I quickly texted my friends where I was and where I was going in case this stranger was a serial killer.

He started driving to another place. He handed me the aux, to which I gladly accepted and started playing lit ass music. We bumped the whole car ride to the ice cream place, which I didn’t even notice was 20 minutes away. We pulled into the parking space and he parked away from the other cars. Again he got out before jogging to my side and opening the door for me.

"What a gent"I said, grabbing his hand as I jumped down from the truck. He smiled at me and we made our way towards the line.

"Do I want a cone or a milkshake?"I asked.

"Cone"he said.

"Then I want a milkshake"I said. He stared at me as I laughed.

"Can I help who’s next?"the guy asked. I stepped up first, Grayson behind me.

"What can I get for a hot girl like you today?"he asked, trying to flirt.

"Can I have an Oreo milkshake?"I asked, ignoring the comment.

"Anything for you"he said, before writing it down on a cup.

"What about you Gray?"I asked, turning around to see Grayson. His jaw and fists were clenched. He was breathing a little heavy too.

"Yeah, can I have a vanilla cone with Oreos on top?"he asked. The guy nodded, almost in fear considering Grayson was 2x his size, height and muscle wise.

"I’m paying"he said. He put his hands on my waist and scooted me over a little so he had no choice but to pay. He handed me my milkshake and grabbed his cone, as I followed him back to the truck. Instead of eating it in the truck we popped open the trunk and sat there and had our ice cream. I lay back and stared up at the sky and the stars.

"It’s so beautiful"I said.

"I know"Grayson replied. "I’m not talking about the stars.”

I looked over and his eyes were fixed on me. I smiled before leaning closer to him, my head resting on his chest.

I finished my milkshake, trying to get the last few drops from the bottom of the cup. Gray took my cup and his paper from his cone and threw them out. When he came back we sat back inside the truck.

We continued talking for a little until we both stopped. All of the sudden we were staring into each others eyes. I noticed how his eyes were such a light brown, and his pupils dilated. I could kiss him right now. I will kiss him right now.

“Gray?"I whispered.

"Yeah?"he asked.

"Kiss me"I said. And with that he leaned over the console, his hands on my face and we passionately kissed. But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was more. Our lips moved in sync as we started to make out. We both pulled back for air. I smiled, and he grinned. I reconnected our lips, and his tongue immediately slipped into my mouth. Eager, yes, but for the both of us. I couldn’t help but to smile, and he pulled back. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you thinking about?"I asked.

"2 things: 1, how lucky I am right now and 2, if we could test out the back seat"he said.

I laughed, pulling down the compartment on the passengers side and grabbed a condom.

"How’d you-”

“I had a feeling. Now shut up and kiss me"I said. He happily obliged, and I will say this. It was a night I will never forget.

[visforvengeance]

Cheryl Blossom: Angel on fire

Request: Cheryl x reader: 1. I'm not weird, you're just basic. 2. This is where you impress me, right? 3. Take notes, sweetheart. 4. I had a dream about you. 5. You're the only thing left that’s important to me now. 6. You dont get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!

Notes: No more naughty Cheryl. At least for now. My lil redheaded cinnamon roll. Honestly, between Cheryl and Jughead, I don’t know who I love more. Yes, I kinda did use Stef and Lena from The Fosters. I couldn’t think of anyone else so yeah. I hope you guys like it!

Warning: The reader is going to be the sassy one, instead of Cheryl. Let Cherry bomb get a taste of her own medicine. Oooh and this is sort of going to take place after Cheryl found out about what Mr. Blossom did to Jason. Mentions of suicide.

*Flashback starts*

Reader’s POV

I roamed the halls of Riverdale high, literally trying to figure out what the actual fuck to do. I was busy trying to find the right track to listen to, when I bumped into someone. I looked up to see who it was. It was Cheryl Blossom, the ‘HBIC’. At least, that’s what she thought. You see, Cheryl thinks she has control over every person in this school. Boy was she in for a rude awakening. “Watch out next time,Cheryl. You don’t want to mess up expensive shoes, do you?” She scoffed “I’m surprised you even know what expensive actually means.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Oh come on, darling. Did you forget that I live in the big white house next door to you? My moms are the living definition of expensive. You’re not the only rich bitch in Riverdale.” “Sure doesn’t look like it. What are you even wearing, anyway? Looks like you got that shirt from Old Navy.” “Oh yeah like every rich person likes Dolce & Cobana. In case you didn’t know there’s a store called Urban Outfitters. Unlike you, I actually have style.” “Yeah, your weird personality and clothing style really shows how rich you are.” “Hey, I’m not weird, you’re just basic. Walking around, like you’re the fucking queen. News flash, Cheryl, it’s 2017. This whole ‘Regina George’ attitude is irrelevant.” The anger was evident on her face. “I have not got time to deal with your..shenanigans. I have better things to do, than deal with you.” She said in disgust. “Suit yourself then. Bye, bye Cheryl. See ya round, honey.” She stormed away, leaving me in peace. Eventually, I was going to see her sooner, rather than later. Our parents had these joint dinners, where they talk about their success, and try to top each other. I was always forced to hang out with Cheryl. It’d just be an awkward silence between us. Since we weren’t really friends in school, or anywhere for that matter. I’d actually like to be her friend. But, she doesn’t like me very much. But, today it’s going to be different. I’m breaking down that wall, and going to at least try to get to know her. The real her. “Y/N, darling you really need to get dressed for dinner with The Blossoms. And for God’s sake don’t wear something you’d usually wear. Wear something pretty, please?” “Yes, mother of course.” I fake smiled. She nodded and I ran up to my room. I rummaged through my closet, and tried to find something preppy. I don’t own any dresses, so nude off the shoulder crop top and high waisted pants it is. I styled my hair in a simple ponytail, and did my makeup. When I decided I looked decent enough. I walked downstairs where my mom was waiting for me. “Where’s momma? She’s not coming?” “I’m right here, sweetie. Are you guys ready?” We both nodded and left. My parents were the most extra people you could ever meet. Instead of walking, we drove literally right next door. Once we got to the front door, we were greeted by The Blossoms. “Lena, Stefanie, how’re you guys doing?” Mrs. Blossom asked, as she hugged my mom. They talked, while Cheryl and I were to left ‘chat’.  We were both used to this, so we knew what to do. I followed Cheryl to her bedroom. “You know the rules, no talking, no staring, no nothing.” “Well, sorry to disappoint, But, I’m actually going to do what I came here for. Talk.” “Oh no, you don’t.” “Come on, Cheryl. I actually want to get to know you. The real you, not this whole ‘tough bitch’ front you put on. I promise, I’m not as bitchy as I seem.” I smiled in a hopeful manner. “Fine. But if you tell anyone about what happened in this room, I will murder you.” “Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s start over, yeah? I’ll go first, hi I’m Y/N Valette. What’s your name?” “Cheryl Blossom. Nice to meet you Y/N.” “See, there ya go. It wasn’t that hard to be nice. Was it?” She chuckled. “No. Hey do you want to get out of here? Go to Pop’s maybe?” I was kind of surprised, but I said yes. “Sure, why not. We were going to be stuck here anyway.” So we headed to Pop’s chocklit shoppe. We caught a booth in the back, because all the ones upfront were taken. “This is where you impress me, right?” I asked jokingly. “Ah right. Excuse me, can I please get two large vanilla milkshakes?” She asked the pretty waitress. The waitress nodded and went to get our order. “I was joking, but thank you.” I smiled. “Yeah no problem.” The waitress came back with our milkshakes, but messed up our order. One chocolate, one vanilla. “Excuse me, but this is not vanilla. I simply asked for, not one, but TWO vanilla milkshakes. Does this look like vanilla to you?” She snapped. Poor girl, Cheryl scared her shitless. “Cheryl! No!” I looked at the waitress :Excuse my friend, I’m sorry. We ordered two vanilla milkshakes. Can you exchange this one for vanilla, please?”  The girl nearly ran off, because she was so afraid. “Take notes, sweetheart. Scaring people is not the way to go.” I said to Cheryl. “Sorry.” She mumbled. “I’m not the one you should apologize to.” I said sternly, while pointing towards the brunette haired girl. “I’m sorry for scaring you.” Cheryl said sincerely, while looking up at the waitress. She only nodded and walked away. “Um, I hope I don’t make this awkward, but I had a dream about you.” I smiled at the blushing girl. “Were you pouring pig blood on me, while I stood on stage at prom?” “Jesus, Y/N no. We were on a date. And I was happy.” “Kind of like now, huh?” Her cheeks were probably the same color as the lipstick she wore. “Y-you think this is a date?” She stuttered out. “I would like it to be. If that’s okay with you?” I replied shyly. “Oh of course! I mean uh yeah totally.” I laughed at her failed attempt to hide how excited she was. From that moment on, I realized how much I was going to be in love with the infamous redhead.

*Flashback ends*

(Present time)

After everyone found out what Mr. Blossom did to Jason. everything kind of went downhill for Cheryl. I mean her father killed himself, and burned down her house. If her mother didn’t like her before, then she definitely doesn’t like her now. Cheryl was in my bedroom, while I went to get food for us. It broke my heart to see her so depressed. I lost my shit when Archie told me she tried to commit suicide.. Ever since then she’s been staying with me. She told me she never wanted to step foot in that house again. And I understand why. “Y/N?” she said. “Yeah babe?” “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re the only thing left that’s important to me now. I don’t have my brother anymore. I don’t even know where Grandma Blossom is. My mother thinks I’m a disgrace. My father is a murderer. What about me is so special, that makes you want to stay?” “Cheryl, what’s so special about you is how passionate you are about certain things. And how you’re so confident, and because I’ve known you since we were kids. I’m your friend and you’re girlfriend. And the day you asked me to be your girlfriend, I made a promise to you that I would always be here when you needed me the most. If you really thought that whatever is going on is going to make me stay away from you, then baby you thought wrong. I love you with everything I have and always will. What type of girlfriend would I be if I just gave up on you in your darkest times? A very bad one. I’m not going anywhere, you’re literally stuck with me for like ever.” I chuckled. For the first time in weeks, I’ve seen her smile. Which was the best thing I’ve ever did. There was knock on my door. “Come in.” My mom entered with Mrs. Blossom. “Really, mom?” I scolded my mom for letting her in. Penelope ignored me and marched right over to Cheryl. “We’re going home. Get all of your things, you’re never coming back here.” I was fuming by now.”What? No, you don’t get to touch her, not after what you did!” I yelled, standing in front of Cheryl. Penelope stepped closer to me and said “Who are you to tell me, what I can and can’t do with my daughter?” “Do you know what my moms do for a living? Lena is a fucking lawyer.  And Stef is a fucking cop. Do you really want to go there?” She contemplated for a minute. “Fine. But when things go South, don’t come running to me, Cheryl.” “Oh, you can fucking bet, this will be the last time you ever see me.” Penelope stormed out, while I turned to Cheryl. I smiled and pecked her lips. “You’re free of the Blossom curse, how does it feel?” I asked laughing. “Great, because I’ve got you.” She smiled.

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Betty Blue Eyes

There will be age changes in this fic, so make sure you see which age they are at at different points. This fic is long, so I added a continue reading. I hope you like it! :)

Age 5:

Jughead, Betty and Archie were sitting on the swing sets at their local playground. Jughead had his famous beanie on, Betty had her blonde locks tied up into pigtails, and Archie’s red hair was falling over his eyes like a mop. They we’re all swinging on the rickety swing sets, thinking about what they all wanted to do when they got older.

“I’m thinking something like a writer. Or a journalist. All I know is that I want to write” Little Jughead said, pushing his feet against the sand that was underneath the red swing. He was pushing off of the ground to swing just a little bit.

“I want to work with kids. Or write for my parent’s newspaper. Depends on if I have the same interests when I’m older.” Little Betty said, swinging lightly.

“I want to be a police officer. Or an astronaut. Or a firefighter. Or an artist. Or a football player. The only thing I don’t want to do is be a musician. There stupid.” Little Archie said, trying to swing as high as he possibly could, unlike the other two kids.

Archie jumped off of the high swinging swing, and landed flat on his blue sneakers. He looked at his watch and told the other two kiddos that he had to head home for dinner. His mom wanted him to be home at a certain time. He waved at Jug and Betty before racing home, as fast as his little Archie feet could take him.

“Well, we better be getting home soon too. I told my mom I would be home before dinner. I don’t really know what time that is. I don’t have a watch and I don’t know how to read a clock.” Jughead said, making Betty giggle at his early sarcasm. Jughead hopped off the swings and turned to Betty, waiting for her to hop off as well.

But Betty didn’t have the same balance that Jughead did. She tried to hop off as gracefully as Jughead, but ended up landing on her ankle and falling on her knees. She was sitting on the grass clutching her ankle, salty tears coming out of her eyes. Jughead rushed to her side and wrapped his small kid arms around Betty. He rubbed her back and tried to wipe the tears away.

“Hey Betty, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’ll walk you home and your mom can put some ice on it.” Jughead said, trying to cheer the little blonde up. When she didn’t stop crying, he adjusted his position so he was looking straight at her. He wiped the tears away again, and pulled up the jean leg so he could see the bruise that was forming on her ankle. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. It will heal Betty blue eyes.” He said, smiling.

Betty looked up from her ankle to the small boy that was sitting in front of her. She sniffled and gave him a small smile. “My eyes are green Jughead, not blue.” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Not from here its not, your eyes are blue.” Jughead said, helping her up and letting her put all her weight on him. They walked all the way to Betty’s house and Jughead gave her to Alice, explaining what happened to the poor little Cooper girl. A week later Betty’s twisted ankle was healed, and it was the start or Betty blue eyes.

Age 10:

It was Betty’s big day. She was going to enter, and win the Riverdale spelling bee. She was the best speller in grade 4. She won the classroom competition with the word aardvark. She was standing backstage next to Midge Klump and Ethel Muggs. They we’re all winners of their own class competitions and we’re moving onto to the school wide one.

“And next up, Miss Elizabeth Cooper.” the announcer said, and Betty took a deep breath and walked out of the wings onto the stage. “And your word is, playground.”

Betty took a deep breath and stood on her tip toes so she would be able to reach the mic. “Playground. P-L-A-Y-G-R-O-N-D. Playground.” Betty said, confident with her answer.

“I’m sorry Miss Cooper. That is incorrect. Pleas exit stage left.” the announcer said, while small tears we’re forming in Betty’s eyes. She should of been able to get it. Her mom would be so disappointed with her. She told her that she would win.

Betty raced off of the stage and ran out of the theatre. She found herself running to the cafeteria. She burst through the door and ran to the wall that had all the windows on it. She sat down next to it and looked outside like she was in a sad music video.

“Hey Betty. What’s up?” she heard, and she instantly knew the voice. It was her best friend, Jughead Jones. She turned her small ponytailed head towards him and tried to give him a strong smile. But he knew her, and he knew that something was wrong. He sat down next to her and gave her a hug. “What happened?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over her small hand.

“Jug, I was supposed to win. I told my mom that I was going to win. And I lost. By one stupid letter. What do you think my mom will say?” Betty asked, tears threatening to fall out of her eyes.

“Betty, its one spelling bee. You are the smartest one in grade four. And you will continue being the smartest one for a long time. The stress from your mom just probably got to you.” Jughead said, wiping more tears from her soft cheeks. “Are you better now Betty blue eyes?”

“Jughead, I told you. My eyes are green silly. But yeah, I feel better. Thanks.” She said, leaning in for one more hug with her best friend. And Jughead was right, she was the smartest one in the grade.

Age 13:

Jughead found Betty sitting alone in their normal booth at Pop’s. It had become their after school hangout, because of all the amazing food. At least that’s why Jughead went. Betty went because Archie and Jughead went, and Archie went because his new found crush, and Betty’s new best (girl) friend Veronica Lodge went.

“Hey Cooper, are you okay? I thought you would be at the dance.” Jughead said, looking up and down at the blonde girl in her pretty obvious dance dress. It was light blue and made her look like a fairy. He slid into the booth across from her and grabbed her hands, stopping her hands from forming into fists.

“Yeah Jug. I’m fine.” she said, but Jughead could see that her eyes were red and puffy. Plus, there best friends. He knew when something was wrong.

“C’mon Betty. It’s me. You can tell me anything. What’s going on Betty blue eyes?” he asked, rubbing his callused thumb over her soft palm.

“Jug. My eyes are green, not blue. We’ve fought about this for so long. And I want you to know that there green. And I’m fine.” She said, but Jughead gave him a look. “Ok fine, I’ll tell you. Archie asked Veronica to the dance instead of me. I was going to go but then I decided that I really wanted a milkshake, and I really didn’t want to be around the other two.” she said, looking down at her fingers that were surrounded by Jughead’s. A small blush crept up on her cheeks and she prayed that Jughead didn’t notice.

“Well, there idiots. I would much rather be here with you and your milkshake then at a dumb dance with the other two.” Jughead said, letting go of her hands and reaching for her vanilla milkshake and taking a sip.

Betty let out a small giggle, a sound that Jughead loved to hear. “Same Jones, Same.”

Age 15:

This time, it was Betty that found Jughead sitting in a booth at Pop’s. They still hung out there everyday after school, or after whatever after school activity they had. She walked up to the counter and ordered her favourite old fashioned vanilla milkshake, and ordered Jughead a strawberry milkshake.

She slid into the other booth and pushed the strawberry milkshake towards the teenage boy while taking a few sips of her own milkshake. “Now it’s my turn to ask. What’s up?” Betty asked, worry filled her voice.

Jughead looked up and gave her a small smile, wrapping his hand around the cool glass. He noticed Betty with her eyebrows up, asking him to tell her what happened. He sighed and sat up straight, peeling his back off of the booth. He leaned his elbows on the table and took a sip of the strawberry milkshake.

“My mom left. And she took my sister.” he said, eyes welling up with tears.

Betty’s mouth was wide open with surprise and sorrow. She knew Gladys and Jellybean when she was little. She spent so much time with her house she felt like a second daughter to her. And she felt like a sister to Jellybean. Tears started to fill Betty’s eyes and she stood up from her spot and slid into the booth next to Jughead. She leaned her back against his chest and sniffled, letting a few tears fall.

“I’m so sorry Jughead. I hope you know that I will always be here for you. And your dad. I love you guys.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his chest.

“Don’t worry Betty blue eyes. It’s all good. We’ll stick together at all costs. Deal?” Jughead said, letting a few tears shed from his eyes.

“One, my eyes are green. But nows not a good time to argue about that. We’ll wait a few days. Two, Deal. Stick together through everything. Thought thick and thin.”

They both just sat in the booth in silence, soaking in each others presence.

Age 16:

Betty was sitting in the blue & gold office, working on her new football team scandal. Turns out they had some sort of playbook where they would get points based on girls. They found it in the boys locker room and Betty was now woking on the paper, waiting fro Jughead in their shared office space.

Jughead came into the office, hands shoved deep into the jean jacket he was always wearing. His face was a light pink and he seemed to be shuffling. Like he had something to hide from Betty. She stood up from her desk and walked towards the teen boy. His face turned an even brighter colour of red the closer she got.

“Hey Jug. Are you okay? I was just finishing the article on Chuck,” she started turning her head around to point at the open laptop on the neat desk.

“Willyougooutwithme?” Jughead said, not taking a breath in-between his words.

“What did you just say?” she asked, taking another small step towards him. He took his hands out of his pockets and placed them on the sides of her neck. This time, it was Betty’s turn for her face to heat up.

“I said, Betty blue eyes, will you go out with me?” Jughead said, a small boyish smirk plastered on his face. Betty could tell that he was worried about what she would answer.

“Well, Jughead Jones. My eyes are green. Again. But yes. Yes, I will go out with you!” she said happily, giving him a soft kiss on his chapped lips before pulling him into a big bear hug.

Jughead breathed out ‘Oh Thank God’  and Betty giggled because she knew that he didn’t think that she would hear him.

And that was the start of something new.

Age 18:

Betty crossed the stage in her blue cap and gown with a gold sash crossing over her robe. She was the top of her class for all of her years. Her eyes started to water as she received her diploma and put her tassels on the other side of her cap.

She and Jughead would both be going to Cornell for writing. Betty got a partial scholarship, and Jughead got a pull scholarship, which was the main reason they were going.

Betty returned back to her seat, rapidly wiping away her tears to try to salvage her eye makeup. She sat in her seat thinking all about all the amazing memories that she had made during her years at Riverdale. She ended up giving up on her makeup and allowing her tears to flow freely.

When Jughead crossed the stage, Betty wasn’t able to see anything because her tears were blurring her vision. She stood up and clapped as loudly as she could, wiping away her tears as she did. She was so proud of her boyfriend. They did it. They really did it.

After the ceremony, Betty ran up to Jughead and jumped into him arms. He swung her around and gave her a long lasting kiss when he put her down. “Hey Betty blue eyes. You ready to start our new lives?” he asked, giving her a small kiss on her forehead.

“Green eyes Jones. Green eyes. And yes, I can’t wait. I’m so excited. I love you Jughead Jones.” Betty said, looking deep into his ocean blue eyes.

“I love you too, Betty blue eyes.”

Age 22:

“Yeah. Yes mom. I’m okay. Are you okay? Okay. Okay. Good. Go rest. I’ll be okay. I promise. Yeah. I’m going to dinner with Jughead tonight. I’ll tell him after. Okay. Okay. Yeah. Okay. I’ll talk to you later. Yeah. I love you. Bye.” Betty said, dropping her hands to her lap. She took a deep breath and let a few tears fall from her eyes.

Jughead came through the trailer door, hair covered in sweat. He was working at Andrews construction and was also writing his second novel at night. Betty was working as a grade three teacher and was helping Jughead with his novel after school. They were living together in FPs old trailer.

“Hey Bets, what’s wrong?” Jughead asked, dropping his bag and coming to sit next to his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around her.

“It’s nothing. I’ll tell you after dinner tonight. Don’t worry.” Betty said, trying to stop the tears from coming out.

“Betty. If something is wrong you need to tell me. We’ve been together for a long time and if your sad I need to know why.” Jughead said, grasping both of her hands, making her drop the phone.

“Okay. Okay. Yes, okay. It’s just super hard to say out loud. Jughead. My mom, well… she has breast cancer. And it’s not looking good.” she said, now full on sobbing into his chest.

“Oh Betty. It’s going to be okay. You’re mom is strong. She is the strongest women I know other then you. And you and her will be able to get through this. I just know it.” Jughead said, wrapping his strong arms around her even tighter.

“The thing is Jughead, now I have a higher chance of getting breast cancer when I’m older.” Betty said, never stopping her tears flowing.

“It’s okay Betty blue eyes, we’ll get through this. No matter what happens, I will be there with you at all times. Forever and always.”

“Green eyes. But thanks Jughead. I love you so so so much. Please don’t ever leave.” Betty said, gripping her boyfriends arm so hard she was sure she was breaking skin.

“Never Betty. Never.”

Age 25:

Betty Cooper walked into the rickety trailer, holding at least 10 bags of groceries on her arms. She burst through the door and started to get annoyed. She placed all of the bags on the table with a huff, and loud banging coming from her items on the table. She was about to start yelling for Jughead to come and help her, because she had a really bad day and wasn’t in the mood for anything.

He came out of the bedroom wearing a dark black tuxedo, beanie still perched on top of his head. He was carrying a bouquet of white and yellow daisies, Betty’s favourite flowers. After all the things that she had gone through that day with her class, she almost started crying because of the gesture.

Then she did start crying. Not because of the tuxedo and not because of the flowers. Because, the love of her life, Jughead Jones, was now in front of her on one knee, holding out a small black box that had the most simple yet beautiful diamond ring in it.

“Betty blue eyes, will you become my blue eyed wife?” he asked, and Betty could see that his eyes were glazed over.

She nodded her head like crazy, and was so excited she couldn't get any words out. Not even to correct him on the blue eyed thing. He slipped the beautiful ring onto her delicate finger before standing up and giving her the biggest hug he could muster up. She grabbed his face and smushed his lips against her own.

“I love you so much Jughead Jones. I love you so much that I don’t even care that you called me Betty blue eyes even though my eyes are green.” she said, resting her forehead on his.

“I love you too, Betty Cooper.”

Age 27:

Betty was sitting in the Pop’s diner bathroom, in pure shock. She was on the toilet, clutching a piece of plastic that has a very visible bright pink plus sign on it.

She was pregnant. Betty Cooper was pregnant. Betty Cooper was pregnant with Jughead Jones’ baby. And she was going to have to tell him. About the baby. Their baby. The one that she was going to have.

But it’s going to be okay. They’re married for goodness sake. They were planning on having kiddos at some point.

Right when she was thinking about how they could handle it, her phone went off. It was Jughead telling her that he was at Pop’s waiting for her. She took a deep breath and tossed out the plastic pregnancy test. She cam out of the stall and washed her hands.

Once she came out of the bathroom she spotted her beanied husband at one of the booths. She slipped into the other side and took a sip of the vanilla milkshake that he ordered for her.

“Jug, I need to tell you something.” Betty said, scared of what he was going to say.

“Okay Bets, what is it?” he said, reaching over the table to grab her hands.

“I’m pregnant.” She said, eyes closed and head down, afraid of what was about to come. But there were no words. Jughead was speechless. When he didn’t respond, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. And she noticed that tears were coming down his face.

“Your pregnant? We’re going to have a kid? Together?” Jughead said finally, after about five minutes of silence.

“Yeah Jug. We’re going to have another mini Betty or mini Juggie around the trailer.” she said, smiling.

“We’re going to have another Betty blue eyes in the house!” Jughead said, smiling like a little kid.

“Maybe this one will actually have blue eyes, instead of mine, which are green.” Betty said matter of factly.

“That’s where your wrong Mrs Cooper. From my point of view, your eyes are always blue.”

Age 32:

It was one of the hardest days of Mr. and Mrs. Jones’ life. They were wearing clothes similar to the ones that they wore to Jason Blossom’s funeral when they were only teenagers. But this funeral was for someone much more special. Much more special. Sure this person was incredibly hard on Betty, but it was her mother for goodness sake. She had to love her. And now she was gone.

Alice Cooper passed away.

It was from her breast cancer. They thought that it was better, but it came back. Much worse the second time. And Alice Cooper decided that it was her time to go. Her brain shut down, and there was no way to wake her up.

Betty was standing in front of the mirror in her old room, staring at the dark black dress that she was wearing. Her mother would of loved it. And right on cue, in walks Jughead.

“Hey Betty. Are you ready to go?” he asks, walking up to stand next to her, staring at their reflection in the clean mirror.

“Yeah. I think so.” Betty said, wiping some of her fallen tears off of her cheeks.

“Hey, Betty blue eyes. It’s going to be okay. Your mom was so strong, and she knew it was her time. And now we have our little miracle. It’s going to be okay.” Jughead said, pulling her in to a soft hug.

“My eyes are green Juggie, not blue. But thanks. I really needed that. Especially today.” she said, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Okay. Let’s go. It’s going to start soon.”

Age 45:

“You were supposed to be home an hour ago! No! You said you were going to be home, and your not. What’s your excuse!” Betty screamed into her telephone. She was pacing around the trailer, fist curled into balls. “No! Jughead Jones why are you still there! You were supposed to be here! Okay. Fine. See you soon. Bye.” she said, turning her phone off. She sat down on the patched couch, hands in her lap. She tried to fight back tears, but couldn't she was home alone anyway.

The kids (yes, kids. They had another one after Lili. His name is Cole.) were so hard to put down for bed, crying and screaming for there father. It took her an hour to put both the kids down, and another 40 minutes for them to stop crying and go to sleep. It had been too much for Betty, and all the pressure made her come crashing down. After a few minutes she ended up falling asleep on the couch.

Ten minutes later, Jughead opened the creaky door to the trailer. He tried to stay quiet to make sure he didn’t wake up his sleeping wife. But, he wasn’t quiet enough. The creaking of the wood floor made her eyes flutter open in confusion.

She rubbed her green eyes, trying to wake her brain up. Jughead dropped his bag onto the floor and walked over to the couch, squatting down next to it.

“Where were you?” Betty asked, voce raspy from her just waking up.

“I’m sorry Betty. I had to work late at the construction site. Someone came and busted some of the trucks. I had to help Fred. He’s getting older and he couldn't do it himself. I’m so sorry.” Jughead said, hoping and praying that his apology would be enough.

“It’s okay Jug. I’m sorry I snapped at you. I thought you might be out with the boys, not helping old man Andrews.” Betty said, giggling slightly.

“So were good?”

“Yeah. Were good.”

“Good. I hate it when were fighting, Betty blue eyes.”

“Do I need to remind you that my eyes are green? If you keep on doing that we might have another argument on our hands.” Betty said, making Jughead chuckle at her sarcasm.

“I love you Betty.”

“I love you too, Jughead Jones the Third.”

Age 60:

Jughead was waiting for Betty in the waiting room of the clinic she was in. Because her mom had gotten Breast Cancer, there was a higher chance that Betty was going to get it as well. He sat there patiently, and calmly. Except not really. He was freaking out.

What would happen if she had breast cancer? Would they be able to treat it? Will she have to go through surgery? Will she die?

Those exact same things were going through her mind, but with one more question floating around.

Will he still love me?

She was getting older. There wasn’t a doubt about that. She was slower, and was getting wrinkles. She needed to go to sleep more and there were obvious grey hairs taking over her normally golden blonde main. She knew these things were happening. But would he still stay with her if she removes her breasts as well?

Betty was now sitting in one of the rooms on the bed, wrapped around with a hospital bib. She was waiting for the doctor to come in with Jughead so he could tell her if she had cancer or not.

In the waiting room, a doctor came out and said Jughead’s name. He instantly stood up and followed to young doctor into the examination room, wrapping a strong arm around his wife.

“So, because your mother had cancer there is a higher chance that you will as well. And. I’m sorry to say this but you have the beginning of breast cancer. It’s what we call stage 0.” the doctor said, holding onto his clip board.

Tears started to fill Betty’s eyes, and she wasn’t able to hear what was going on. She could feel the doctors presence leave to room, and she could see a blurred outline of her husband in front of her.

“Betty. Betty, look at me. It’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this. You are so strong. You can do this Betty blue eyes, and I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” Jughead said, giving her forehead a kiss.

Betty didn’t speak. She was too in shock, from both surprise and horror. She had breast cancer. It may not be that big, but it was there. After a few more minutes of silence, Betty finally spoke up.

“Green eyes Jug.” she said, eyes never leaving the beanie that he still wore on his head.

“That’s my girl.”

Age 61:

It has been less then a year ago when Betty found out about the cancer. She and Jughead talked, argued, fought about and finally made the decision. She would have surgery to remove the cancer, and to remove all of her breasts.

Betty was scared. No, not scared, terrified. She was going to get a part of her body removed. The part that really made her feel like a woman. She was really scared that Jughead wasn’t going to love her. That it would be over, and he would leave her.

But he would never do that. He loved her too much. Even when they fought he loved her. Even if they broke up, he would still love her. She was the only one that he ever loved, and ever will love. She was his rock, his sun, his soulmate. And he knew that this was the best way to deal with it. They needed to get it out of her body so she would be okay. And this was the way.

It was the night before her surgery, and Betty Jones was starving. She wasn’t allowed to eat for 24 hours before she went to the hospital. She was lying in bed, editing Jughead’s 15th book. He was still an author, and he also worked at the construction site, but now inside the office.

“Juggie?” he heard coming from the bedroom. He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth. He quickly spit out the foam and rinsed his mouth with water. He rushed back into the bathroom and sat down on the bed next to her.

“Bets, are you okay? Do you need anything?” he asked, wanting to make sure that she was as good as she could be.

“I just need you to be here with me.”  Betty said, leaning into her husbands side.

“I’ll be here as long as you need.” Jughead said, placing the side of his head on top of hers.

“I love you Jug.” Betty said, half asleep.

“I love you too Betty blue eyes.” he said, closing his eyes so they could fall asleep together.

Betty mumbled out something that sounded a lot like “Green eyes.”

Age 70:

It was the third funeral that Jughead had been too. Jason Blossoms, Alice Coopers, and now this one. He was wearing a very similar suit to the first two, and his old beanie was very prominent on his head of floppy grey hair.

He walked out into the funeral home and saw all the teary faces. Of course they were crying, they were the most amazing person ever. He walked to his seat, passing by people consoling other people, and getting lots of sad looks. It wasn’t bad though, he was giving them looks that were just as sad.

The ceremony went my smoothly. Just like they would of liked. People were crying, and there were lots of ‘remember whens…’ that he could hear around the room.

It was time for everyone to go up and say goodbye to them. Jughead sat in his seat, wanting his own private moment with them. People passed by him one by one, with not a single dry eye in the house. He was proud. If they made everyone cry, they must be an amazing person.

It had been five minutes since the last person said there goodbyes. He was still sitting in his chair, staring at the clean cut casket that was covered in flowers. He finally stood up, and walked in silence up to the flowers. he sneezed because of all the flowers, but knew he would have to get over it.

He ran his long slender figures over the closed half of the casket, and started at their face. Beautiful. He didn’t say any words to them, because he knew that he would soon be with them. He stood there not talking for about ten minutes, just soaking in the last bit of their beauty. He knew that the casket would soon be buried so he had to say his goodbyes quickly.

“I’ll miss you.” he said, tears welling up in his eyes. “You were the only one that I have ever and will ever love, Betty blue eyes.” He was now full on sobbing, but started chuckling because it was like he could hear her voice coming from above. He looked back down and smiled.

“Yeah Betty, I know. Green eyes.”

Hey guys! I have also decided to add this story to #MJJ3WritingContest because you guys loved it!! @mrsjugheadjonesthethird

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🔥 about tjlc and the tinfoil hat conspiracists

This is a tough one. I'm guessing my opinion (why are they doing this to themselves?) is actually a popular one. So, an unpopular opinion about these people, hmm.

Have you seen Rowan Atkinson's sketch about Toby the Devil? He welcomes souls to hell and divides them into groups: murderers, thieves, French and lastly, Christians. 'Christians? Ah yes, I’m sorry, I’m afraid the Jews were right.' Apart from being hilarious, it makes me wonder: what if we, the non-johnlockers, are wrong and they are right? What if everything I think I know about Sherlock is wrong because I'm a straight, adult woman and judging from the post-TFP dramatic posts, the majority of the cult consists of gay youth. What if BBC Sherlock really is a romantic story and I saw none of that because I'm biased?

What if they were rightfully angry after series 4? I mean, from what I heard, they predicted TAB's content pretty well. Maybe they aren't as delusional as we think. Maybe they were, in fact, portrayed on the show not only as the First TJCLer Hudders but also as the league of furies. Maybe today's gay youth needs more recognition than suffragettes. I don't know.

What if Mofftiss did betray them? What if they intentionally made Sherlock gay and John bi to attract the attention of gay fans? What if they wanted to give them the kiss, but the BBC didn't let them?What if Mark Gatiss, who seems like a lovely person, is actually the evil incarnate and a homophobic, cruel gay who likes to torment people like him? How can I tell? I don't know him. What if Mofftiss are lying liars who lie about lying about lying about lying and they really are playing a long game here. Maybe they intentionally made series 4 not gay and hurt the fans only to make the kiss in series 5 sweeter? Who can tell?

Did Gatiss honestly tell gay fans via Mary that it doesn't matter who they really are? Would he do that? Will he and Moffat butcher Dracula and make him not explicitly gay?

What if I, a Sheriarty shipper, completely misinterpreted the Moriarty episodes? What if Sherlock is, in fact, scared of Moriarty and there's no chemistry? Perhaps Sherlock wanted to catch Moriarty to save John and be gay with him? Could the Sheriarty content be just a cynical milkshake to lure the hungry Fannibals to the yard? What if the Sheriarty scene from TAB was not sentimentally and sexually charged? What if Moriarty's motivation was 'if I can't have you, then no one can'? WHAT IF SHERLOCK JUST HAD A GUN IN HIS POCKET AND WASN’T PLEASED TO SEE HIM?

What if Adlock isn't canon? Is Irene's theme really a johnlock theme? The person who deflowered Sherlock, Irene or John? Were Irene's pupils dilated because she was scared? Did she say 'Well I am [gay], look at us both' to prove there was no Adlock, not because saying 'Well I am bisexual' would make no sense? Were all the reminders of Irene meaningless? Do I ship it bc I'm straight? Was I.... straight-baited?

Was it a coincidence that Sherlock said 'I'm you' to Jim and played Irene's theme when asked to play himself? Was the Adlock/Sheriarty mash-up (TAB) unimportant? Is Sherlock actually attracted only to his exact opposite, John boring dull predictable Watson?

What if that Arwel guy is not a funny person who likes elephants and things that glow? What if he taunted the cult with gay elephants all those years? I'm actually surprised to have heard of the Eurus' glass elephant just recently and not from a cult member. Huh. Is the glowing skull a secret sign? What if the billboards from HLV were not a coincidence?

And what if all the small inconsistencies like the disappearing John from the T6T scene with Hopkins are, in fact, important? Look, as a Holmescest shipper, I watched the Unwise, brother mine scene many, many times. Two inconsistencies there. 

What if the First TJLCer and John are actually likeable characters? Is John's abusive behaviour excusable bc of sexual frustration and being closeted? Was his awful comment about Mycroft (what goes around comes around) justified? We may never know.

Is johnlock actually a sweet, lovely, vanilla ship, romantic and pure? Despite all the women deceived and used to stop the gossip? It bothers me, actually. Maybe it's because I think that honesty in any relationship is crucial. Did Sherlock and John really flirt with each other in Mary's or Irene's presence? Did John make a decision to marry Mary just to prove he's straight, although he could have just ditch the bitch and make out with his loved-up booooooooooyfriend? Is it ok for a bi-curious person to lie to their straight partner and use them a shield? Should I root for a gay couple who try to get together on the fucking WEDDING RECEPTION in front of the clueless bride? Is this good? Do I find it disgusting and inexcusable bc I'm not gay? Maybe it is a gay fantasy, the opposite of the hetero wish to turn a gay person straight?  Mystery.

Is this theory that the true villain of BBC Sherlock is anyone who thinks Sherlock is not gay right? Do I erase an important part of his personality bc I don't want Sherlock the fictional character to be happy the way he should have been from the start? Was ACD inspired by Oscar Wilde and the original Sherlock Holmes was in as gay as Wilde? Did Watson invent Mary Morstan to be safely gay with Holmes?

Is the unaired pilot gay and I can't see it bc I am not? Did Sherlock say that he knew being gay is fine not because John said his 'which is fine' the way I say 'I do like the Germans and I’m not scared of the German nationalism and do not resent them for using the most hideous language in the world, no sir'? Did Sherlock never correct the people who assumed he was John's boyfriend not because he simply didn't care what they thought about him?

What if Mary killed herself to make Sherlock commit suicide? What if Sherlock hated her the whole time and only pretended he liked her, so very convincingly? Did he and John conspire to murder her while she was heavily pregnant and sipped tea in John's chair? Was she the real Moriarty? Did she work for CAM? For Mycroft? Did the homicidal Sherlock and John try to protect her from Ajay because... they wanted to kill her themselves?

Was the Warstan reunion in HLV not sweet and realistic but sinister? Did John threaten her while she was pregnant with his child?

Is the *sigh* M theory true? Moriarty, Mary and Magnussen using Mycroft to destroy johnlock? Because nothing else that universe is more important than these two Brits licking Marmite off the other's prick.

What if our perception of the acronym cult is wrong? Maybe it's not just toxic. Maybe it helps its members embrace their sexuality. Maybe they were just trying to defend themselves? Maybe the only member who needed therapy was one of the leaders? Was it ok for another leader, the one who's still active, to respond to my message by going through my blog and judging the content? Despite my having mentioned twice in the message that I was just curious and had no evil intentions. I'm no expert.

Is the concept of a slow-burn romance (with a huge portion of miscommunication) between John and Sherlock possible? Wouldn't Sherlock just say: 'John, we should kiss, for science!' or John, when Sherlock returned, 'I have missed you so much. Don't ever leave again. Also, I love you, I can say this now.'

Did the suggestion to name the baby Sherlock actually meant 'I wish we have got married, I'd love to be your Sherlock Watson'? Did John the free widower say 'the chance doesn't last forever' and put so much emphasis on the word 'alive' because... I dunno, really.

Does John's 'I am not gay/not Sherlock's boyfriend' mean: 'I'm bisexual and would love to show Sherlock some military discipline'? Wouldn’t bi-John feel comfortable with Hudders, enough to tell her his secret?

Was John's reaction to Mary's death really less emotional than his reaction to Sherlock's suicide?

Was John's WTF when Janine strode out of Sherlock's bedroom jealousy and not the strong feeling that Sherlock either changed overnight or was doing some serious bullshitting?

Is Sherlock’s reaction to Janine and that other female character flirting with him a definite proof that he does not want to offer his virginity to a woman? Even... The Woman?

Was the idea of Warstan bad enough to make Sherlock suicidal on FIVE separate occasions? I counted: the sad, suicidal chips in TEH, the conversation with Sholto through the door, the post-wedding relapse that was NOT for a case, the TAB overdose and the TLD relapse. Dude. Sherlock, son, maybe find a hobby.

Did Mofftiss lose their minds and made not one but TWO 'all in your head' series? Is John dying? Is Sherlock in a coma? Was Eurus real? Is Redbeard a dog? Do I care?

Are Adlock and Smallcroft shippers delusional bc both Holmes brothers are so obviously gay? Is it all right to say that a character's sexual orientation cannot be different from the actor's (but only if the actor is gay)? Does Gatiss have a right to play or create non-gay characters?  Is he morally obliged to make every Sherlock character gay? Does he owe anything to the gay community?

What if having your otp work together and raise a kid together is not enough?

WAS THE LAZARUS REAL? I do agree with finalproblem on this particular subject, 100%.

Is Jim Moriarty alive? Is Mary alive? Is Rosie real?

IS FUCKY a real, useable word?

WAS IT HUDDERS WHO SAID 'SOFTER, SHERLOCK' IN TFP??? That old, stoned witch, I knew I shouldn't trust her.

WHAT IF THERE WILL BE A LOST SPECIAL/LOST GAY BAR SCENE/THE KISS AND WE, THE NON-BELIEVERS/CASUAL ANTIS, WILL DIE OF SHOCK AND CHOKE ON OUR HOMOPHOBIA?

WHAT IF IT WAS TWINS???

Seriously, though. Do I think conspiracy theorists are crazy in real life? No. I think I'm fairly normal despite my strong belief that General Sikorski was murdered by the British. I will NEVER accept that it was an accident. Never. 

Thank you, that was a journey. 

[dont-sneeze]

dUDE. jackcrutchie where crutchies having an Anxiety day and jack comforts him

[paradox-oflife]

MASSIVE q and a post pt 2 dont mind me

 part 2 of the q and a sessions I have to do for class. feel free to steal

1. What do you typically have for breakfast? Bread or cereal

2. Do you like scary movies? Only if I’m watching them with friends.

3. Whats your favourite Milkshake flavour? Vanilla/oreo or something like that. Actually, strawberry and mango is really good.

4. Have you ever been in a newspaper? My school was one time, but not me personally.

5. How long can you balance on one foot? Pretty long. I don’t know, but pretty long.

6. Have you ever fired a gun? No and I hope I don’t have to. 

7. Have you ever tried archery? Yeah. Much harder than it looks.

8. Whats your favourite condement? Ketchup. Mayo only for some sandwiches.

9. Whats your favourite clean word? Catharsis

10. Whats your favourite swear word? I used to swear a lot but I dropped the habit.  “Shit.” But I mainly say “Bugger” lol.

11. Whats your least favourite word? I am so sorry but I HATE it when people call their husbands “Hubby”. I just can’t I’m sorry.

12. What was the last film you saw? Gladiator (2000). Iconic.

13. What football team do you support? Um. Idk. 49ers? But of course, I live in the Bay Area so.

14. Whats the longest you've gone without sleep? 28 hours. At the 20 hour point I felt like I was in a weird fever dream.

15. Whats the tallest building you've ever been up? Taipei 101.

16. Do you have any scars? Yeah. Fell from my bike when I was like, eleven. I got a big scratch near my eye. Had to get stitches >:(. I also got scratched by a cat and it looks like a self harm scar. It’s not, I promise

17. Do you like marmite? EW EW EW NO

18. Did you ever win any sportsday events? Powderpuff if it counts!

19. What did you want to be when you grew up? I had to think about this recently. I always wanted to be a vet when i grew up. But it’s hella competitive. Also my colorblindness (blue-green) really screws things up sometimes. So I decided to abandon the dream and do Physical Therapy lol.

20. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be? A lot of things actually. But maybe having ADHD? But I also really want to not be colorblind.

21. Whats the longest you've ever grown your hair? The longest was to lower half of my back.

22. Are you scared of flying? Airplanes - no. Skydiving - yes.

23. Would you rather trade some intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? I’m very average looking, which is subjective. But I think I’m okay. I’d want more intelligence.

24. Have you ever tie-dyed your own clothes? Haha yeah in a summer camp for 3rd grade.

25. How often do you buy new clothes? Only if I have to, or I really want to. Like I mainly wear graphic T-shirts and I really want to get a Stardew Valley shirt.

26. Are you reliable? Depends on what. Reliable for secrets and stuff like that? Yeah, totally. Reliable in terms of work stuff. Mm debatable.

27. Are you proud of yourself? I can recognize good qualities about myself. I’ve been through a lot. I’m still doing alright! So Yeah, I get a gold star for being alive.

28. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yes this is lowkey embarrassing but... in 10th grade, this girl came up to me and asked me out. And I’m straight. It was SO awkward I had to reject her AAAAH. I said something like, “Oh... haha... um. I’m flattered but I don’t... swing that way.” god im cringing.

29. If you could ask your future self one question what would it be? Probably like. “Are you doing well” or “Are you happy”

30. Do you hold grudges? Nah. I probably am too chill with things sometimes.

31. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature what new animal would you create? A dog/bird hybrid. Best case scenario, I’ll get a dog with wings. Worst case I’ll get a duck with paws or something.

32. Do you decorate the outside of your house for christmas? Nope.

33. Can you solve sudoko puzzles? Yeah but it takes me SO LONG.

34. Have you ever played conkers? (Whoever wrote this template must be british) Nope.

35. Whats the most unusual conversation you've ever had? It digressed from politics to philosophy to weird things like are monkeys capable of thought. It was one of the best convos I ever had.

36. Are you much of a gambler? No I’m way too indecisive. So naturally I suck at Fire Emblem lol.

37. Are you much of a daredevil? Nah. I’m a coward.

38. Are you a good liar? Only for small stuff. I try not to lie.

39. Are you a good judge of character? Pretty decent.

40. Are you any good at charades? Yikes not really.

41. How long could you go without talking? One day. Two days at most.

42. What has been your worst haircut/style? My little kid bowlcut every asian gets when they’re a baby.

43. Can you iceskate? Yeah, but I haven’t done it in a long time.

44. Can you summersault? Yeah, it’s a bit scary ngl.

45. Whats your favourite joke? THERES TOO MANY DAMN IT.

46. Whats been your best present? A heartfelt card from my friend for my birthday. I’ll take that over anything.

47. Whats been your worst present? One Ferrero Rocher.

48. Have you ever sleepwalked? No.

49. Can you build a house of cards? Nope.

50. Whats your favourite TV advert? The Gorilla Glue advertisements are SO FUNNy

51. Can you play poker? Never tried before

52. If your parents hated your partner you currently loved would you ditch him or carry on with him despite the protests? I would probably carry on. Cause I mean, what can they really do?

53. Have you ever been professionally photographed? Nah. I am not photogenic lmao. 

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? One time and it turned out horribly.

55. Whats your favourite pastel colour? I really like the blue one.

56. What traditionally adorns the top of your christmas tree? My family and I don’t celebrate Christmas.

57. What would be your dream sandwich? Turkey, lettuce, cheddar, butter, baguette bread. Lee’s Sandwich combo #1 is SUPER good.

58. Can you inpersonate anyone famous? Not well lol.

59. Can you do any accents other than your own? American southern, New Zealand, Australian, the Received pronunciation British. I can kind of do Scottish.

60. Do you have a strong local accent? I have this weird mix of the general American accent and New Zealand. By that I mean I sound pretty American until words like “seven, definitely, yeah, bro, pro”

61. Whats your favourite accent? For listening: Australian. To talk in, Scottish.

62. In Tic-Tac-Toe which do you normally pick? X

63. Do you prefer blue or black inked pens? I have a hard time distinguishing between the two.

64. What was the last thing you recorded off TV? I don’t actually record shows on TV. Never figured out how to.

65. What was the last thing you dressed up as for fancy dress? Church. Well, it’s not that fancy. My last actual fancy one was for a wedding.

66. Do you prefer green or red grapes? Green.

67. What do you like on your toast? Butter or jam.

68. Do you prefer liquid soap or bars of soap? Liquid. Easier to deal with.

69. How do you have your eggs? Sunny side up or scrambled. Or boiled/soft boiled.

70. Whats your favourite saying? I have a lot. I really like saying, “Pass the bread, here comes the bologna.”

71.Have you ever been in a tug of war? and did you win? Yup! I won. I fell so hard on my back but I won.

72. Can you stand on your hands unassisted? Nope.

73. What do you have on your fridge door? Some goofy magnets.

74. Do you love or hate myspace? I only used it once. And never again.

75. Who was the last person to knock/ring at your door? My dad’s uncle who was visiting.

76. How old were you when you last went trick or treating? Nine years old.

77. Have you ever been bobbing for apples? No lmao I’ve actually never seen anyone do that in real life.

78. Whats your most expensive piece of clothing? Hoodie. Man, do they cost a lot sometimes.

79. Whats the last thing you took a picture of? A meme from reddit.

80. Whats the last thing you drew a picture of? A MF Doom mask

81. Have you ever bought anything from ebay? No.

82. Whats your favourite smell/scent? Bread baking in the oven.

83. Can you blow bubbles with bubblegum? No, never been successful.

84. What was your favourite birthday? My fourteenth birthday. Lots of things happened. Can’t begin to explain it.

85. Can you curl your tounge? Yeah

86. Is your bellybutton an innie or outie? Innie

87. What would be your dream car? I literally don’t care. Toyata, Honda. Whatever.

88. Are you left or right handed? Right handed, but I can kind of write in left hand.

89. What was the last book you read? Joy Luck Club

90. What was the last song you danced to? Uuuuh, more of a head bang but I was BOPPING to Jimi Hendrix.

91. Have you ever owned a yo-yo? Yeah and I broke it in five minutes.

92. Have you ever been on a pogo stick? No that looks so scary

93. Have you ever been on a space hopper? Had to search this up - Been on something similar.

94. Who was the last person to send you a text message? My brother

95. Have you ever accidentally injured anyone? Omg yeah it wasn’t serious but I felt so guilty. I did fencing a while ago and I lunged and stabbed the mate right in the balls.

96. Are you scared of spiders? Yes

97. Can you down a pint (of anything) in one? Ive done it with water and I felt like dying.

98. Have you ever been banned from a public place? Nah

99. How much spam email do you tend to get a week? Dunno, I send it to a separate email that I never check.