#the event was so sweet I've missed the babies c':

[casart]

They were kids that I once knew

Now they're all dead hearts to you—

[bettyfrommars]

Starving

Robin Buckley x Reader

My humble contribution to @dr-aculaaa's Sapphic Summer 2: Electric Boogaloo!!! I love this event so much!

18+Only, wlw, established relationship, making love, oral, fingering, just a wee something because I've been thinking (yearning) about her more than ever.

word count: 973

Robin was at the sink when you came up behind to wrap your arms around her.

“Quick, my girlfriend will be home any second,” she hissed, leaning her head back for you to bite her earlobe.

"Oh yeah?” you thumbed her nipple over her shirt.  “I’m willing to take my chances.”

“Miss me?” You turned her around to find her mouth with yours, squaring your hips up to stand flush together.

“Maybe,” she hugged her arms around your shoulders, and you loved the gentle sighs she let out when your tongues rolled together in a playful dance.  “Maybe just a little.”

She’d been counting the minutes, trying to keep herself busy so she wouldn’t stare at the clock.  You’d been gone for a week, and she hated how empty the bed felt, how there were no comforting hands on her aching muscles and in her hair after a long day.  No place to put her soft, greedy mouth when she yearned. 

Robin’s sunburned nose and shoulders with all of those freckles popping out made you feel some special type of way, like maybe you’d never love anyone more than this, ever.  You were glad to be back in your safe space, the cozy home you’d built together, in an apartment above the bakery where Robin worked.

Holding her face with both hands, you planted worshiping kisses on her cheeks and her eyelids and her chin.  Her hands slid into the back pockets of your jeans, smiling so hard she thought her cheeks would burst.  

“Are you hungry?” She asked once you leaned back to admire her adoringly, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes that were wet with the relief of your return.

“Starving. You have no idea,” your devious smirk made her blush.  

“I think i could help you with that,” she mumbled into your mouth, urgent hands desperate to find the skin under your shirt.  “But I went grocery shopping too if you want real food.”

“Hmm not really,” you danced her backwards, heading for the bedroom.  “I can’t think of better things to put in my mouth.”

Clothing came off in a giddy rush, pulling away from her lips only when it was absolutely necessary.  You peeled her down to the pair of ankle socks that didn’t match, and that was how you made love to her, running your hands up the fine hairs on her legs, teeth grazing her inner thigh.

Kneeling at the end of the bed with her legs hooked over your arms, your tongue dipped into that sweet spot through the nest of reddish blonde hairs to savor it, greedy and eager, diving in as deep as you could.

One hand behind her on the mattress, Robin’s other hand was on your head, and she twitched at what your mouth was doing. “She missed you.”

“I’ve missed her so much.” You used your thumbs to pull her lips apart to indulge in a better look, teasing the tip of your tongue in circles and strong flicks. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

There was a tiny tattoo on her hip, a zodiac glyph. It was your zodiac sign.  

“I didn’t masturbate while you were gone,” Robin confessed with a bubble of laughter.  “I wanted to save it for you.”

“Aww, baby,” you stared up at her, sinking two fingers in while she watched with a slack jaw.  “That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Shut up,” she almost chuckled, but then it turned into a whimper when you latched on again, fingers pumping and twisting.  She was blooming for you, clenching your fingers while her tiny bud swelled.

A third finger and she bucked up into you, trembling, begging to cum in your mouth.

“Mhmmhmm,” you rumbled, sticking to one spot, speeding up your licks.

You stilled your hand to lock it in place when you felt her stiffen.  “Fuck I love you so much...I’m c– I’m c-c-cum---ahh,” the words were spoken in hiccupped gasps just before she exploded around your fingers.

It wasn’t long before you were crawling up to be on top of her, intertwining legs so that your throbbing pussy could rub along her thigh.  You made out like that for a while, declarations of devotion and filthy promises muttered over and over, panting into each other.  

At one point, she took one of your knuckles into her mouth and gnawed at it like a cat in a play fight.

“What if I bit your finger off?” The nibbling turned into sucking.

“Do it,” you said with an eyebrow wiggle. “You can take anything you want.”

“Anything I want?” With a giggle she rolled on top of you, sucking at one spot on your throat so hard you were sure she intended to draw blood.  You’d have a hickey there, but you didn’t even care.  Any excuse to brag to friends about your girlfriend being such an animal was something you enjoyed.  

“Look at me,” Robin purred once you were side by side and her fingers began working circles over your clit.  “I want to see you.”

Lips parted only inches away, she watched your eyelids flutter while she pushed you over the edge, making you curse and lose control until you were gasping at the finish line. Wave after wave of euphoria crashing over you, stealing your breath. 

You took a nap in each other’s arms, rousing groggily to the sweet smell of her Pantene conditioner.  Nose dragging up her jaw, you anchored her thigh over yours with a massaging hand.  

“I think I could eat food now,” you whispered with a parched throat.

Robin gave a satisfied hum and then curled your head to her chest to rest her lips at your crown.  

“But I’ll save room for dessert.”

[roosterforme]

Tramps and Troublemakers (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. Written for an ask. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: angst and discussions of non-consensual kissing and touching (deals with the events from Deployment Diaries Part 9)

Tramp had been in the Craftsman for all of two hours before he was eating pieces of steak out of your hands. "He's so underfed," you whispered to Bradley who was adding water to some dog food in hopes that your newest family member would eat some of it, too. "After some food and a little bit of love, he'll be just fine. He's a little damaged, but he'll come around."

"You know," Bradley said, shaking his head, "it literally sounds like you're describing me."

"Do I need to give you a bath, too?" you asked him sweetly as you pet the dog. 

"I can do that much myself," he grumbled as he reached for his phone. "Let's facetime my parents. I want to rub it in since they never let me have a dog."

You were still in your uniform, and your hair was a mess from work, but Bradley was already calling Goose and Carole before you could even stop him. When his mom answered, the first thing she said was, "Sweet girl, you look beautiful! Are you two lovebirds going out tonight?"

But Bradley turned the phone away from your faces and aimed it at Tramp. "No. We're staying in with our new dog."

Carole seemed decidedly less enthusiastic about Tramp than she did about a night out for the two of you. "Oh. He's... cute. Looks a little sickly. Did you pay money for him?"

Bradley was laughing as he said, "No, mom. Natasha found him in a drainage ditch, and I pulled him out."

"What a hero," you added, kissing his cheek. 

"He's a stray?" Carole asked, looking scandalized. "He could have rabies."

You looked down to where Tramp's head was resting on your knee, big brown eyes looking back up at you like you hung the moon. "He doesn't have rabies!" Bradley replied, scratching the pup behind his ears. "Put dad on."

A second later, Goose was looking at Tramp and saying, "I don't know why your mom never let us get a dog. This one looks nice and loyal. Can't wait to meet him." And then Bradley's dad took your mind away from the pure happiness that was a dog in your lap and brought you back to reality. "Just a few more days until you deploy?"

"Yeah," Bradley told him. And then he kissed your forehead and stood with his phone. "I'll be right back," he told you, taking the phone outside. You didn't mind so much that he wanted to have a private conversation with his dad, but it left you curled up on the floor with your filthy dog. Bradley would be leaving for another deployment soon, and you hated the idea of it. 

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You got drunk at the Hard Deck. It was Maria's birthday. You were supposed to be having a good time. But you missed Bradley too much, so you went outside to get some fresh air. Just a few more days without him. You could make it. Carole was flying out tomorrow morning to keep you company and see Bradley when he got home. 

And that's when Josh joined you out on the deck. And maybe you should have had your guard up, but he was your coworker. So you smiled at him, expecting to joke around like you normally did. But then he was kissing you and touching you under your dress, and you couldn't figure out how to make your body move. It was all wrong. So, so wrong.

Jake was there, and he managed to help you put a stop to it, but all you could hear in your head as he and Bob drove you home was everything Josh said to you. 

"I've been dying to do that for weeks. Haven't you? Couldn't wait to get you alone." 

"You've been leading me on the whole time I've been here!" 

"I can tell you want to fuck me."

You threw up on your front yard. You threw up everywhere. You were shaking, and it was so hard to breathe. "Bradley's going to be so mad at me," you said over and over again as tears streaked down your face. 

"Calm down, Angel," Jake said as he guided you toward the couch and got you a glass of water. Bob took Tramp out for a little walk to wear him out, and you drank with shaky hands. 

"He'll never trust me again, Jake." 

"He's better than all that, Angel." And maybe Bradley was. But you felt like you deserved a punishment worthy of your crime: you hadn't listened to Bradley and Jake when they tried to warn you. And now you felt dirty inside.

And then it dawned on you that Carole would be arriving at the San Diego airport in the morning, and your tears only got worse. You tried your best to go to sleep while Tramp curled up in bed with you.

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You had aggressively scrubbed your skin twice. Once in the bath last night and again in the shower this morning. Your stomach and throat were aching from the tightness of your tears and the number of times you'd vomited. Bradley was never going to forgive you, and now you had to face his mom alone. 

According to Jake, Bob was on his way back from the airport with Carole. He was sitting with you on the couch, one arm wrapped around you where you were bundled in a blanket. And you were holding onto Tramp like he was the last lifeline you had to your normal life before Bradley went away.

There were voices on your front porch, and you sucked in a deep breath as your front door was pushed open wide. "If something bad happened to her, then I'll take care of it," Carole was saying to Bob, her voice more shrill than you'd ever heard it before. "Oh... sweet girl."

Your face crumpled again. You knew you looked terrible right now as you counted down the hours until Bradley returned and started freaking out at you. But Carole just looked back and forth between you and Jake together on the couch, and you wanted to tell her that you didn't have eyes for anyone except her son. But when Jake stood, you watched Carole kiss his cheek as he murmured, "Mrs. Bradshaw."

She was still looking at you as you tucked your head against Tramp's neck and cried. "You two boys are sweet. But sometimes you just need a mom. I'll call you both later."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake and Bob said in unison, and Jake kissed your forehead before they both left. 

When the front door closed quietly behind them, you looked up to see Carole standing in front of you with her hands on her hips and a soft expression on her face.

You took a shaky breath and said, "I didn't mean for it to happen. Bradley is never going to forgive me." Your grip on Tramp tightened as he licked your face. And when Carole reached for you, he whined like he was trying to protect you.

"Well, first of all, clearly I judged Tramp a little too harshly. Looks like he's been taking good care of you," she said softly. And then she ran her hand gently along your cheek and wiped away your tears. "But second, oh my goodness... Bradley is in love with you. You spend five minutes talking to him, and he'll remind you how good he is. I'm sure of that. And this other character, the one you work with?" Carole shook her head, blue eyes shining bright with something like pride. "Let's just say Bradley's a lot like his father. And while I don't condone violence, there's something to be said about a man who protects his own. Your coworker shows up again while my son is around, and he's leaving in a right messy state, I don't care how big he is."

Then she knelt on the floor in front of you and let Tramp get used to her for a few seconds. Your voice sounded tiny as you said, "Bradley tried to warn me about him. So did Jake." You squeezed your eyes shut. "I thought they were both being overbearing. And now I have to live with the knowledge of what it feels like to have Josh touch me and hold me down while he kissed me."

You gasped for air as Carole pried your hands gently away from Tramp's fur. Her voice was calm, and her face serene as she spoke. "He touched you. And he kissed you. But if he hit you or touched you in an intimate place, then I think you should let me take you to the hospital."

"He didn't," you whispered, so thankful that Jake was there last night. "He didn't. God, if he had, then Bradley would definitely dump me and kick me out."

"I think you're wrong about that," Carole told you, collecting you into her arms. "But I sure am happy you don't have to find out. Now let's get you in the bath and get a good meal in you."

You nodded and let her fill the bathtub and help you undress. And Tramp sat on the bathmat while you enjoyed the feel of the warm water taking the chill away from your body. And you thought about Bradley coming home soon. If his own mother thought he'd hear you out and listen to what happened, then maybe he would. He'd been the perfect boyfriend up to this point.

Carole knocked and poked her head back in. "Just checking on you," she said with a soft smile. 

"You can come in," you told her. "You don't have to knock. You just saw me naked. And anyway, I'm really happy you're here." Tears filled your eyes again, but for a different reason now. 

"Oh, sweet girl, this is your house, not mine," she said, kissing you on the cheek. "Yours and Bradley's. And Tramp's, since he's been such a good boy." You watched your dog's tail as it thumped against the floor. "But I'm happy I'm here, too. Because I get to spend a little time with you. And then when Bradley gets home, you'll be feeling much, much better. I just know it. Now, what do you want in your omelette?"

You smiled and told her, and she promised it would be ready in fifteen minutes. And once you were dressed in Bradley's shirt and some sweatpants, you were feeling a lot better. And you were able to eat your breakfast. And Carole's voice in the house kept you calm. And you weren't as scared to face Bradley as you had been a few hours ago.  

[briwates]

when he gets the photo, he has to sit down. roly poly baby with the sweetest eyes staring at the camera out of focus.

from this asks game

Thank you for the ask !! i've thought all day about how to write around this prompt, and I finally found my answer :D it got a little long so fic under the cut

yohan was out of town for a work placement when isaac had called him. their much anticipated addition to the family was coming earlier than expected, shortening at once the number of days he was checking off the calendar since the big announcement.

An emergency c-section. heejin had been rushed to the hospital in the early evening, two weeks before the planned due date. yohan paces with frustration in the break room, wishing he could be there with his brother and sister-in-law to welcome this baby. The first yohan would get to see and hold up close. damned mandated overtime.

"i'll send you her picture" isaac had said over the phone. small consolation for missing the event. yohan would have to hold onto that until he could hold his niece, tiny and solid and real.

throughout the evening, he refreshes his email again and again, sneaking away from his colleagues on "coffee breaks" to the computer room, necessity of late afternoon work. the overtime was killing him even more than usual today, cases that usually piqued his interest now made pointless in the face of what he was missing at home. or at least, the closest thing he could call home.

the clock displays 10:03pm when yohan's phone rings again, right after the last of his coworkers wave him goodbye and shut the door. alone in the office, he jumps off his seat to grab the device, scrambles to pull at the charging cord and press the "accept call" button on his Samsung Eternity, fingers shaky.

"hyung ?"

"she's here" isaac tells yohan between sniffles when the phone is against his ear. "elijah is here. yohan-ah, i am a father."

"congratulations hyung" yohan manages to croak out. the excitement materializes like a ball in his chest that is about to burst. he feels ready to start bouncing off walls. "how is noona ?"

"she's tired, but happy. she's feeding elijah. nanny is with her" there is a pause, another sniffle before isaac adds sheepishly, "the emotion overtook me so strongly that they sent me to wash my face, i am calling you from the hospital hallway"

yohan chuckles. it is just like his brother to burst into tears at emotional moments

"who does she look like ?" he asks, curious to know. they had a bet.

"hmmf" isaac blows his nose "i think she takes after heejin the most, but you should see her for yourself"

the email. yohan runs to the computer room again with the phone against his cheek, praying, hoping no one has locked it for the night. the door creaks as he pushes it open for the nth time in three hours, the first desktop displaying bouncing bubbles as a screensaver.

"i have sent you her first picture." isaac's voice gets watery again "i will hang up now, yohan-ah. they both need me."

"okay" yohan breathes, hastily typing his password for the second time, urgency and and impatience making him fail the first. "take care hyung. say hi to noona for me. i will be home soon"

isaac hangs up shortly after, leaving yohan to stand over the computer again, clicking refresh incessantly.

when he gets the photo, he has to sit down. roly poly baby with the sweetest eyes staring at the camera out of focus. elijah is swaddled and wearing a hospital beanie, as pink as her pudgy little face.

yohan takes in her features. her bright eyes. her tiny nose. her round cheeks and sweet little pout. the ball about to burst in his chest only gets bigger, he cannot take his eyes off the screen. his niece. born into the world, precious and perfect.

yohan ignores the sting in his eyes and opens another tab to book the first train tickets to Seoul the coming saturday, the wait for the birth now replaced by counting down the hours to holding elijah in his arms, real and solid and forever his to protect.

[yukidragon]

Miss Yuki, What do you think Jack's reaction would be when Alice [M/C] tells him that she is pregnant with his baby? How will the events unfold during the pregnancy and the birth of the baby?

PS. I love Alice ❤️

Aww, thank you so much. I'm really happy that you love Alice. 💖

Ah yes, the classic pregnancy headcanons. I actually somewhat answered this question in this post about happy pregnancy headcanons with Alice and Jack. Also this one, though it's not exactly happy for Ian, hahaha. I've also touched on darker tones for the headcanons, like yandere Ian snapping after hearing Alice is pregnant here. Don't worry, Alice and the baby are okay at the end of that scenario, though the same might not be said for this post here and here...

I think this ask calls for some more happy pregnancy headcanons, don't you? As I mentioned in previous posts, I think Jack can't get Alice/MC pregnant unless it's with explicit consent on both their parts. No surprise accidental pregnancies here with a supernatural ghost(?) who literally can't do anything unless his sunshine allows it after all.

This means that the pregnancy would be absolutely intentional. Jack and Alice would've been trying to make a baby, and having quite a bit of fun doing it I'd wager.

On that note, I'm going to give a heads up that this post will have some Adults Only NSFW headcanons, because pregnancy hormones can make a person very horny. Not to mention the act of making a baby and breeding kink will probably come up while I'm on the topic.

Also, I'm just going to go ahead and plug the SnaccPop Patreon since your first question about Jack's reaction to Alice being pregnant has reminded me of a beautiful classic piece of art posted by Sauce on their now gone twitter. Credit, as always goes to them for their gorgeous art. Remember, always credit the artists generous enough to allow such a thing with their publicly posted art, and don't redistribute anything that was posted privately on patreon.

When Alice and Jack officially start trying for a baby, I can just imagine him looking at her like this in the afterglow of their lovemaking and in the calm after he gets the news that she's pregnant. He just has that that dreamy, happy expression where he can't help but bask in her glow as they lie in bed together, thinking how lucky he is that she not only found and saved him, but that she loves him enough to want to build a future with him and carry his child. More than a few nights would be spent with the two of them just cuddling in bed together and talking about their hopes and dreams for their future together.

Of course, once they do decide to try for a baby, ever helpful Jack will make sure to learn all he can about the best techniques and positions to ensure that he'll get Alice pregnant. It won't take long for it to happen once they make the conscious decision to have a baby, but you know this horny clown, he's going to indulge in breeding kink fantasies and his sunshine is going to need him to carry her around after how much of a pounding her pelvis is going to take from being filled with so much of his love.

In fact, why don't I write out a little example of the baby making process~?

...

Full. Alice had never felt so full before. She was overflowing, wetness spilling out and making such obscene noises as Jack kept pounding into her. He could get so deep inside her when he had her legs bent back until they rested on his shoulders, and whatever little space left was filled with his love.

How many times had Jack cum inside her? How many times had he made her cum? Alice lost track long ago. She barely had a sense that their bedroom still existed from the soaked sheets clinging to her back and the creaking of the mattress that accompanied each deep thrust.

“That’s it, sunshine,” Jack cooed, his normally smooth voice rough and breathless. Somehow he never ran out of sweet words to say, though sometimes it came out as incoherent mumbles or strained from pleasure. “You’re doing so good for me… Just a little more… I know you can take just a little bit more. We want to make sure you get pregnant right away, don’t we?” 

“Jack…,” Alice moaned in return. She could feel yet another orgasm creeping up on her, but she was too exhausted to chase after it, letting Jack draw her closer to it. She barely had the energy left to hold on as she let him take total control, moving their bodies together in a steady, relentless rhythm that he disrupted only to create an added jolt of pleasure that left her keening.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Jack said as he admired the way Alice writhed underneath him. Her soft pale skin was flushed and sweaty, peppered with countless kiss and bite marks where he used his mouth to show his love for her with more than just words. Her pretty blue eyes barely managed to meet his, fogged by the pleasure he overwhelmed her with. “Alice… sunshine… You’re going to be even more beautiful with our baby inside you. I can’t wait to see you so filled with my love.” He bent down to kiss her lips. “You’re going to be such a wonderful mother, Alice… I love you so much.”

Alice vaguely felt like she should say something, but she had no idea what. She could barely register all the sweet words Jack showered her with, but his voice and the way he spoke with such love and reverence resonated through her, adding to the pleasure. She could barely babble out his name, broken up by moans and whimpers before it turned into the most obscene shriek as he once more sent her over the edge.

Jack didn’t last much longer as he felt the rush of her ecstasy wash over him combined with the way Alice squeezed him, milking him for every drop of cum despite how much already overflowed. He reveled in the feelings, the way she couldn’t never seem to get enough of him and his love, and the endless love and need she had for him. He couldn’t ask for more than this bliss, but he knew that soon their love would only grow deeper and richer when their efforts finally bore fruit.

...

What? That was just a blatant excuse to indulge in some OTP smut, you say?

...Well, anyway!

Alice would be periodically taking pregnancy tests. Since Jack is a house husband, he'd be waiting alongside her for the results to come back on the home tester. He might even be even more anxious than her about the process, being a little too helpful perhaps.

No, Jack, Alice doesn't need your help to pee on a stick. She can handle that part on her own just fine.

Well, maybe not that helpful, but you get what I mean. I'm not interested in adding watersports to my personal headcanon kinks. ;P

When the tester shows a positive reading, Alice won't be able to speak, just let out a thin squeak, covering her mouth as tears come to her eyes. However, the way she would be radiating joy, excitement, and a little bit of fear would speak a thousand words even before Jack would see the reading for himself.

Naturally, Jack is ecstatic. This is proof, absolute proof that he's real. He always knew that he was real, but when the world keeps insisting something about you, a part of you feels doubt in spite of yourself.

Before Alice knows what's happening, she's swept up in Jack's arms, getting showered with kisses and loving words of praise. His happiness can't be contained, and he's babbling now, only interrupted when she muffles his mouth with hers.

Naturally, this leads to lovemaking. Sure, they already reached their goal, but who doesn't love a good victory lap, am I right?

As I mentioned in the previous happy pregnancy headcanon post, Jack's supernatural nature does play a part in influencing the baby making process. It's a little more demanding on Alice's body than a normal pregnancy, requiring her to sleep and eat more.

Jack is full house husband throughout the process. Cravings? He's on it. If they don't have what Alice is craving, he'll go get it. Don't ask how, he'll find a way. Maybe he'll get some the same way he got those blueberries?

Speaking of which, it feels fitting that a lot of her cravings wind up being for Jack's special blueberry pancakes. Maybe it's just because he's so good at making them, maybe it's the way he makes them with so much love, but Alice takes great pleasure in eating them often. Fortunately, he's only too happy to make them for her even in the middle of the night.

Morning sickness and other such taxing ill effects Alice has to face are going to be hard, but she's fortunately got a high pain threshold and is used to getting sick. Her chronic illness is being treated with medication, but she's had enough flare ups that she can handle the mental toll of needing to rest up more. Besides, she's got Jack to serve her every need with a smile.

There would be a lot of intimate moments between the two during the pregnancy where they just cuddle. Alice's love language is primarily physical touch, and with her feeling under the weather and her hormones going nuts, she's especially clingy to Jack during her pregnancy. It's a side-effect that Jack is certainly not going to complain about, especially when it makes her horny and needy for more of his love in all senses of the word.

Of course it's not just Jack and Alice who are going to be involved with the events of the pregnancy. I mentioned before how Shaun is going to be helping out and being a good friend to both of them, as well as how broken hearted Ian will be over it. Alice's family is also going to help out. Just like with Shaun, she told her family about Jack and his situation.

While I'm still building the rest of the King family, including names and number, Jack is going to have a few interesting interactions with his mother-in-law popping by at random to help Alice out. There might even be some playful rivalry between them for who can help Alice out first and faster until she tells them to knock it off.

Alice's mom may or may not have threatened Jack similarly to how Shaun did when they first met to make sure he knows that he won't get away unscathed if he hurts Alice. Can you blame her though? Ian really broke Alice's heart pretty badly and this mama bear has teeth.

Being the oldest child, Alice might be the first among her siblings to have kids, so that would make her family especially eager for the new grandbaby.

Then again, the second oldest sibling might wind up beating her to the punch there given the horndog wanting to make litters of puppies with her sister Barbie...

Either way, Alice is going to have a lot of support through her pregnancy. Jack is also going to get the pleasure of having more than just his sunshine to acknowledge him as the father, even if they can't see/hear/touch him. It's more things to make him feel real.

There'll be the typical pregnancy milestones of course. Going to the doctor to hear the baby's heartbeat, ultrasounds, finding out the baby's gender, etc. Jack goes to every single doctor's appointment with Alice, of course. The good thing about no one being able to see him is that no one can tell him to leave the room, so she gets the assurance of his company as much as she wants.

Naturally, Jack is going to get pretty emotional hearing the baby's heartbeat for the first time, and seeing the ultrasound, feeling the baby kick for the first time... and the hundredth time really.

Jack is good with kids, even when they're technically not born yet. He has this knack of helping their little sunflower calm down so Alice can get some rest. He has little "dad' talks with the baby, and Alice just can't help but find it absolutely precious how much he dotes on her and the baby.

You know, that inspires me to write out another short and sweet scene between Jack and Alice, though this one is a bit less smutty and a lot more wholesome.

...

“Now, now, it’s time for bed, sunflower,” Jack chided the squirming baby bump playfully, adding to the bit by wagging his finger as he bent down close to Alice. “Your mommy needs her rest, and so do you.” With that, he pressed a soft kiss on her swollen belly... only to be kicked lightly in the mouth by tiny feet.

Alice couldn’t help but giggle, though she at least pretended to stifle it behind her hand. “I think the baby just told you off, daddy.”

Jack chuckled along with her as he rubbed where their baby kicked him. It didn’t hurt even a little bit, but it was hard for him not to marvel at the little miracle growing inside of Alice.

He didn’t mind his sunshine’s new nickname for him either. Maybe he could convince her to use it again later during an even more intimate moment.

Jack grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I guess I should’ve been prepared for our rambunctious little sunflower to resist a-rest.”

The sudden pun caught Alice off guard, but she stifled the urge to laugh with a snort, even when Jack pulled a silly face at her to go with it, waggling his eyebrows as he stuck out his tongue. “R-really, Jack?”

Jack feigned innocence. “What? I’ve got to practice my dad jokes before the baby is born, you know.” He winked playfully. “Don’t want to let my son down at the end of the day, do I?”

Alice schooled her expression and was about to give a wry retort when a thought suddenly struck her. “Wait a… Was that another pun?!”

Jack couldn’t hold back his laughter. “I knew I could count on you to shine a light on my jokes, sunshine.”

Though Alice tried to hold back with a mock disapproving frown, she couldn’t stop herself from eventually giving in, falling into a fit of giggles along with her beloved clown.

...

Of course, Alice will pretend to groan whenever Jack drops a dad joke. This clown now has even more of an excuse to make goofy jokes and puns, though Alice appreciates them even if some of them are pretty cheesy. She appreciates his laugh even more and just how much he lights up her life.

During the ninth month, Jack is practically carrying Alice everywhere. It's the harshest month on her body. She's ready to pop and she wants this baby out already.

When her water finally breaks, Jack is ready to move. He's got stuff packed and ready to go. This time he's not waiting for Shaun or someone else to give them a ride to the doctor. He's driving even if no one sees him. Woe be it to anyone that even thinks of trying to get in his way.

I wonder if Jack being a ghost(?) with connections to media and thus electronics might be able to use his power to interfere with radar guns tracking for speeding cars. Imagine a driverless car zipping by in front of a cop car and instead of a number flashing on the screen it just reads, "DON'T" or something spooky like that.

Hmm... Maybe I should expand this idea another time...

Since Jack is able to feel what Alice does to at least some degree, the delivery process is going to be hard on him too. He's going to be a trooper though, focusing on trying to help his sunshine through it and remind her he loves her and the baby so much. He'll there for them both and he'll help them through it just fine.

Pff. As I was thinking about Jack helping Alice keep her breathing steady, I just had this image of the two of them taking parenting classes. You know, where a partner helps the pregnant person with massage techniques and prepares them for the baby. It seems like Alice came alone, so she might get some odd/pitying looks. It might be a good setup for ghost(?) shenanigans. Another idea to expand upon later, perhaps.

When the baby is born, he takes very strongly after Jack - fluffy dark brown hair, mole beside his eye, the shape of his face and nose... The main difference is that their baby boy has Alice's light blue eyes. It fills Jack with a lot of emotions seeing their baby take after him so strongly, looking so much like a mini Joseph.

It's a possibility Jack thought that he was prepared for, but it hits him with all of the emotions when he sees their son for the first time. Tears are shed.

Alice is in no state to talk after what she's just been through, but she reaches out for him, and Jack is quick to promise her he's happy, he really is. Their baby is beautiful, just like her, he says. She still pulls him to her and he practically wraps himself around her and the baby, holding them close and protectively, his family.

Family. Jack never really had family before, but now he does. It's so painfully beautiful, and he is so endlessly grateful to Alice for giving this to him, for giving him her love and so much more.

It's not just the three of them. Alice's parents and siblings would come visit and congratulate the both of them, cooing over the baby. Friends would come too, particularly those Alice trusted enough to introduce them to Jack like Shaun.

In the past, Jack's world always felt so small, so empty and cold... and Alice brought him so much warmth. He's not forgotten. He has a place to belong, a future. He has a legacy that won't be forgotten in the family they now share.

Jack gets to be a husband (even if not legally), a father, an uncle, a son-in-law, a brother-in-law, and a friend. He can never thank Alice enough for bringing so much sunshine into his life.

Of course, Jack is all over taking care of Alice and their son after she gives birth. He helps her through post-partem and how hard it was on her body. When the baby cries at night, he's on it, making sure that diapers are changed and that the baby latches well for feeding.

Alice feels a little spoiled by Jack doting on her, though she's grateful for it. Jack thinks she deserves to be taken care of, and he's happy to do everything he can for her. She's the one who was doing the hard part after all - making and carrying the baby for 9 months, then constantly producing milk and nursing until their son is eventually weaned.

Though once the baby is weaned, Jack will claim exclusive rights to his sunshine's sweet milk, so Alice is probably going to keep lactating all the way until they have their second child. We are talking about a horny yandere clown who is heavily into body worship after all. He'll be sure to make it well worth her while to indulge him by making it feel as pleasurable as possible.

Alice doesn't mind though. Jack's love and praise can at times be a bit overwhelming, but at the same time she can't get enough of him.

Alice wants to have a large family, and that stays true even after going through the harshness of pregnancy and giving birth. Jack is totally on board with that plan and will help her every step of the way as they grow their loving family together.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

[chronic-claire-universe]

hi claire!! congrats on 500!! im a new moot but im still so proud of you hehe i would love to join your much up event <3

a few things about myself is that im a textbook sagittarius, infj-t, and pretty outgoing and confident. i do make friends easily but when it comes to close friends i choose to have a very small circle. i tend to get bored easily so i love picking up new hobbies. when im feeling social, I love to go out to bars with my friends but on mellow days, I love reading, hanging with my family and hiking/traveling/exploring. i cant stay still haha. i would say im pretty feisty too but a little sensitive deep down. i am also a lover of selfcare and pamper days. when I get to do them, I am at my happiest 😭 if it helps I am a hard oikawa and hanako (from wotakoi if you've seen it) kinnie.

i would love a sfw headcannon with anyone in hq or tokyo revengers 💓 thank you so much for doing this. please feel free to dm if I've missed anything c: (this didnt load the first time so apologies if it send twice)

My sweet bub Ryu, finally the ice cream maker is here for you, hope you will love this parlour and let us know if it pleaseth you

Haikyuu: Koutaro Bokuto

Yup babe I match you with the whiny owl, Fukurodani's captain! The main reason is because you're creative and somehow energetic and reserved.

Bokuto has a calm and reserved best friend as Akaashi and crackhead as Kuroo as close friend, so he loves both sides of your personality.

I canon you going smiling and running to him with a salopette and lot of paint and say "Kou, I just finished the wooden's house on the garden!!!", huggin and spinning you around in the gym he says "Baby owl let's dinner there tonight!"

He supports every new activity you want to try so that you can surface the difficulty and finish it perfectly!

Bokuto his a person that needs lot of attention especially the physical one, I figured that during rainy days he comes to with his hair down and in emo mode and he just wants to cuddle with you.

During these days you often make up together, clown or owls' face painting and selfie to post on social media are a must, people wait for these days cause you're really popular for it!

You love going to the parties and you'll be recognized as the couple that dance akwardly and without shame about it 😂 however people love this almost like face painting

Overall your relationship sends lot of funny vibes but it can be pretty deep, especially since both of you, are really caring and attached to the other.

You want only the best and to be happy together!

Tokyo Revengers: Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata

The older twin of Toman, captain of the 4th of division, here for you!

You're his adventure's fellowmate, he loves going around pranking and get away to last minute journeys.

Mmm what do you do during your dates? You play videogames with Angry but if you win you end up fightin on the floor and the younger has to stop you.

What he loves: an homemade dinner prepared with care for both him and his twin, watchin horror movies where you cling on him and can protect you.

When he wants to be romantic with you he can do it, his strong point is letting you discover new places and stargazing there with a picninc he prepared.

As I said, he loves when you're clingy, but what charges him is, when you hug him from behind while riding his bike.

During your mellow days he loves to sleep on your lap while you read a book, after his nap a journey is always in agenda.

The positive vibes in your relationship are real, and everyone can see it especially when after a fight you run to him with first aid kit (and foods for everyone) and treat his bruises and wounds.

He tends to show you off in these moments and ends up with everyone especially Pah-chin, Peh-yan, Mitsuya, Hakkai and lot of their subordinates coming to you.

A whole wave of love for you and your care for them, everyone really loves you!

[gracexbeck]

Facade | Quentin Beck x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Far From Home spoilers and slightly obsessive/possessive/manipulative Quentin; implications of sex

When Quentin came up with his plan to become "the next Tony Stark", he knew he was missing something. And when he saw you, a chaperone for Peter Parker's class during their European field trip, he knew exactly what, well, who it was. He needed a damsel in distress. A companion. Someone to be on his arm on the red carpet. He needed someone to be the Pepper Potts to Tony Stark, the Bucky Barnes to Steve Rogers, the Wanda Maximoff to Vision.

His plan was quite simple actually. When he first saw you leading the students around, rolling your eyes at that weird teacher that kept talking about his ex-wife, he was captivated. He immediately used his drones and his cronies to find out everything about you. From your friends and family, to your job, to your mother's maiden name, to all your favorite things, your darkest secrets and all that good stuff. Then all he had to do was stage a "little accident" where you were and rescue you and put his acting skills to use.

The Water Elemental was great for this. You got yourself separated from the rest of your group to look for that kid Peter Parker. He was always running off whenever things were going bad and you and your favorite student, MJ had this theory that he was the friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.

"Peter?!" You shouted as you ran down the cobblestone streets, feeling like a fish swimming upstream as you battled the swarm of people trying to escape.

"What the hell," you grumbled to yourself, questioning why you volunteered to chaperone a bunch of hormonal teenagers. All of a sudden, a huge wave enveloped you, pulling you into the river.

"This is not how I die!" you huffed as you tried to swim your way out of the watery mess. But the current was too strong. You felt yourself slowly getting pulled closer to the Elemental.

"Oh shi-"

You were cut off by someone grabbing you and the next thing you knew, you were flying in the air.

"I got you miss," a strangers deep voice whispered in your ear. You looked up at your savior and saw a magical Asgardian astronaut? You didn't actually know what was happening and you definitely didn't recognize him as one of the Avengers. He placed you on the roof of a building.

"I'll be back in a second," he remarks. You couldn't tell because of his fishbowl helmet thingy, but you were pretty damn sure he said that with a smirk. Entranced by this mysterious new hero, you stared in awe as he defeated the water monster with ease. He quickly returned to you and took off his helmet, revealing his face.

Damn. You thought to yourself. Why are all these superheroes super hot?

"Are you okay?" He asked you, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm completely soaked but I'm fine," you responded. You could feel his deep blue eyes penetrating you.

"It can't be," he murmured, staring at you in awe. "Y/N?"

"How-How do you know my name?" You questioned him, slowly backing away.

"Don't!" He begged. "It's just.." His voice faltered and he took a shaky breath. "You were my wife."

"I was what?!"

"Sorry, that was, I mean..." He let out an exasperated sigh. "Let me explain from the beginning. Please."

"Fine, but make it quick," you agreed. "I gotta get back to my group."

"My name is Quentin Beck. I'm from another Earth. Earth-833. The whole time-traveling and the Blip, all of that, it tore hole in the multiverse. And that's how these Elementals and I got here." He cautiously took a step towards you, not wanting to scare you off.

"You were my wife Y/N. In that Earth. But..." He trailed off once again.

"I died and you couldn't save me?"

He nodded solemnly. "Along with our kids. And the Fire Elemental, that was the one that destroyed my Earth." He closed the gap between the two of you, taking your hands.

"I swear, on my life, that I will protect you and this Earth."

"Quentin," you said, trying to console him. "I'm sorry about what happened, but I barely know you. I'm sorry," you said, pulling away.

"Please!" He exclaimed, desperate for your attention. "You may not know me, but I know you."

He launched into a full on speech, complete with personal details from your life, things only your closest friends and family knew about you. There was something about him, something that pulled you into a trance. He was mesmerizing. His charisma, his longing stares, his raw emotion drew you into his charm and you found yourself agreeing to a date later on that evening. He dropped you off at your hotel, pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and flew away saying, "I'll see you at seven!"

Your students gaped in awe and pestered you with questions. Even Flash was amazed and nearly fainted at the close proximity Mysterio was to him.

Eventually, seven o'clock came and Quentin met you outside your hotel wearing a button up with its sleeves rolled up, revealing his (very muscular) forearms.

He sure does clean up nice. You thought to yourself as he offered you his arm. You were wearing your favorite f/c dress that fell just above your knees.

"You look beautiful, Y/N," he breathed in your ear as he pulled you closer. "You always do."

All you could do was smile and blush at his simple yet sweet compliment. The two of you walked around the city of Venice, chatting the whole time. It seemed as though you'd known this man your entire life and you felt you could tell him anything. As you and Quentin sat on a bench continued to talk, a string quartet began to play some music. Quentin stood up and offered you his hand.

"May I have this dance?" He asked you with a shy smile.

"You may," you responded with a grin.

He pulled you a close and intimate slow dance and while it felt cliche at first, it felt as if you were the only two people on Earth. He eventually had to leave, saying that he had to meet with Fury and when you arrived back at your hotel, all you could do was smile as you replayed the night's events in your mind as you drifted off into a comforting sleep.

A couple days later in Prague, you lead your students into the opera house and sat in the back, missing Quentin. You hadn't seen him since your date but he texted you all time. Right before the opera began, you noticed MJ following Peter out of the opera house. Not wanting to lose your students, you followed them. You managed to catch up to MJ.

"What do you think you're doing?" You huffed, coming up behind her.

"Ms. L/N?!" She yelped. "I um, I was just...I needed a breath of fresh air?"

"I saw you follow Peter," you remarked.

"What? I totally was not, I definitely most certainly not following Peter because he's definitely up to something," she stammered in reply.

"I'll take care of him later MJ, but you need to go back to your classmates," you commented. "I know you have a crush on him but that doesn't mean-"

You were cut off by people's screams. You looked up and saw this fiery thing emerge and begin to destroy stuff.

"Okay, you definitely gotta go now," you quipped as you pushed in the direction of the opera house. "I'll find Peter." Again.

MJ rushed into an alley as you began to search for the child. "Why does he always gotta do this," you grumbled to yourself as you pushed past the frantic crowd. Suddenly what you assumed was the Fire Elemental was in front of you.

"Oh for heavens sake not again," you complained, bracing yourself for the worst. But, it never came. The next thing you knew, you were in Quentin's arms once again and he and some sticky guy in all black that claimed to be "Night Monkey" (and was suspiciously similar to Spider-Man) ended up beating the fiery creature.

Once the chaos dwindled, you found yourself in Quentin's hotel room, laying in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

"I don't know what I would've done if I lost you again Y/N," he confessed.

"But you didn't lose me," you responded with a small smile. "Thank you."

He captured you into a kiss, a kiss that quickly turned passionate as you ran your hands through his hair and clothes began to fly off. He encapsulated you into a deeper kiss, with you longing for his touch and you let your bodies melt into the night.

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You woke up in an empty bed, sunlight streaming in through the windows. You got out of the bed and wandered into the closet. You threw on one of his t-shirts and then you heard his voice.

"Oh, we're in the endgame now buddy!" You heard him exclaim. Curious, you moved closer to the sound of his voice.

"I've got our little Y/N wrapped around my finger. I can't believe she actually fell for that story. My fans are going to absolutely love this. Next thing you know, we're going to be the next Pepper Potts and Tony Stark. She's the perfect damsel in distress. I'll see you in a little bit so we can finish our London plans. Okay?"

Fell for his story? Damsel in distress? London? Your mind began to race. What was going on? You grabbed your phone and looked at it. You had several text messages from MJ and Peter, all claiming that Quentin wasn't who he said he was. That he faked all the attacks just so he could become a hero in the public's eye. It couldn't be true, could it? After all he did for you? Your heart pounded and a knot formed in your stomach. You didn't know what to think.

The door flew open and in walked Quentin.

"Hey baby, didn't expect you to be up so early," he exclaimed with a smile as he leaned in to kiss you. "Last night was amazing Y/N. I really think we should-"

You cut him off by pushing him away. "Stay away from me!" You croaked, your voice shaking slightly.

"What's wrong, baby?" He questioned, frowning at you.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you lied to me!" You hissed at him. "You used me! You pretended to be a hero!" You backed away from him even more. "But you're not."

His eyes darkened and his persona changed entirely. This was not the Quentin you had quickly fallen for. This was someone completely different. Someone dangerous.

"Stop it right there," he threatened, his voice low and deadly.

"I can't believe I fell for you," you seethed. "I honestly thought you were someone I could love. But it was just a facade. It was fake. And everyone's going to know it."

You made a run for the door but Quentin was quicker. He grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto the bed. He pulled out handcuffs from god knows where and cuffed you to the bed frame.

"Let me go!" You snapped at him. "Or else you'll really regret it."

"Enough!" He bellowed at you. "Now listen to me, sweetheart." His voice sent chills down your spine.

"I'm not the only one with skeletons in my closet," he sneered at you, as he stood up. "I know you're secretly a SHIELD agent and that your mission for Fury is to look over Spider-Man, who just happens to be your student, Peter Parker."

You gasped. He knew. He knew everything about you. You felt your heart drop as you knew what was coming next.

"Shut up, Beck," you growled.

"And I know you were a double agent for SHIELD and Hydra until Captain America took them down for a second time."

"I said, shut up!"

Yeah, it was true. You were a double agent. But only because your boyfriend back then, Grant Ward, convinced you to join. But when you saw Hydra for what it was, you turned on them, confessed to Fury your involvement and you were able to help take them down.

"So unless you want your little secret to get out into the world and if you want to protect your precious Parker, I suggest you listen to me," he commanded. Feeling as if you didn't have a choice, you pressed your lips together and glared at Quentin.

"Everything I felt for you was real Y/N," he declared. "You're the one for me. You're my soulmate. And you're going to be with me forever darling. Whether you like it or not. You're going to be my partner and we're going to be the next big power couple."

"Please, don't do this," you begged him, tears prickling at your eyes.

"That's too bad honey," he said with a sinister grin. "Because from now on, you're mine, Y/N. You're. Mine."

[linkispink1995]

Better as Friends (25) A new Routine

Previously

Series masterlist

Chapter warnings:language , mentions of smut and a lot of fluff , kissing

A/N:this is the last part to this series but fear not there is a prequel and a sequel to this series,I want to thank everyone who enjoyed the series. This was my first series that I'm actually proud of so like always feedback is appreciated , stay safe and enjoy (Also there is a small q&a at the bottom feel free to fill that out).

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February 10th 1983

Dear Y/n , I honestly don't know how to start this other then I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving , I'm sorry for ignoring you and treating you so wrong , but not only that but I'm sorry for being so distant towards the baby. Our baby , the baby we made with our love and I'm pretty sure on a beach towel but that's besides the point. I promise that I'll be there for you whenever or wherever you need me , I love you and hope with all the love and kindness in your heart that you can find a way to forgive me. I might not deserve it , I mean I definitely don't deserve it but if you can forgive me maybe we can start over. Raise our child together like it supposed to be , love Steve.

June 7th 1988

Dear Y/n , I love you and I'm not sure when I exactly figured it out but I do , I can't think of a particular moment I realized this it maybe its was when I heard you laugh first time or the first time and maybe I realized it again when I saw how you were with Jackson . I don't know when it was but it will be something I'll never forgot but I've been waiting for this day for a while to realize that I'm still in love you but now in this moment I know I don't want to let you or Jackson go.

Love Steve

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I felt tears begin to prick in my eyes reading those words , Steve however was silent probably waiting to hear my responses. I didn't respond though , I couldn't I was speechless and I didn't know why. Maybe it was because of how long ago he wrote this or maybe it was that he had this letter or maybe it was because I realized that maybe someway somehow this is how we were supposed to get back together. I looked up at Steve before he wiped on of the fallen tears that stained my cheek before I placed my lips onto his. He pulled away saying "I love you" I responded saying "I love you too" we reconnected our lips before walking down the hall to finish what had been started before the phone call

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I awoke the following morning to an empty obis of sheets 'was last night a dream , it felt like dream , it was a dream' , I then wrapped some of sheet around myself since after last night's events I was to tired to change into pajamas "good morning". I turned to see Steve exciting the bathroom with a towel hung loosely around his waist , I responded saying "good morning". He then pecked my lips before saying "as much as I hate to leave this view , I gotta go to my place and get some stuff and make sure that someone is gone" I nodded before saying "yeah I should probably get up too before he comes home" He sighed saying " god I love you but your such a procrastinator" I nodded saying "well when you get back I'll make your breakfast" he nodded before I got up and kissed his cheek again before walking to the bathroom. After my shower I exited the bathroom and walked into the bedroom to see that the bed had been made and there was a small note on the bed , I then walked towards the kitchen since I had yet to have my morning cup of coffee. I had put the creamer into the fridge when I felt a that familiar samll figure run into my legs I pulled Jackson into my arms before saying "hi my sweet pea , did you have fun at grandma's" he nodded before saying "I missed you mama" I responded saying "I'm missed you and you know what I have a surprise for you" his face lit up before I added "aunt Colleen and uncle Matt had the baby and you me and daddy can go see her today his face lit up with a smile saying "really" I nodded as he added "but I thought we were mad at him". I sighed saying "well I think daddy and I have made up now" he nodded as my mom stood there with a look of shock on her face causing Jackson to giggle before I added "hey why don't you go play so I can talk to grandma". Jackson nodded before running back to his room. As I began to take a sip out of my coffee mom spoke saying " where you safe last night " I gasped saying "mom" she shrugged saying "Y/n I love you but isn't he still with that girl ". I quickly shook my head saying "no mother they broke up" she then asked "well at least you were safe" I rolled my eyes saying "jesus my mother , that's not your business". She nodded before I changed the subject since this wasn't something I wasn't going to talk to my mother about. "How was he last night" she nodded again saying "good , he's a really good kid sweetheart I'm really proud of you". I nodded as she added " besides that did you get to talk to him at all" I nodded as mom added "really" I again nodded before she added " was this before or after he gave you that marking on your neck" I responded saying "oh no this is a-" she cut me off saying "sweetie if I didn't know what a hickey was you probably wouldn't be here" I cringed at my mothers words before saying

"whatever mom" before feeling lift me off the ground and then peck my cheek a couple dozen times. Robin rolled her eyes again before saying " well I'm gonna go , Steven will you walk me out , we need to talk " Steve then pecked my cheek before walking outside with mom.

August 12th

Steve's p.o.v

I awoke as the sunshine began to pour into Y/n's bedroom window , I yawned before Y/n snuggled into my side I kissed the top of her head before trying to soak a few more minutes of sleep. A few minutes later I felt a kiss on my cheek and voice say "good morning" I opened my eyes before pecking Y/n's lips before saying "good morning". We then continued to lay there in silence soaking up our last minutes together before we'd have to wake Jackson up since todaywould be his firstdsy of kindergarten , a few minutes of laying there watching the sunrise through the blinds before Y/n spoke saying. "He has to get up soon" I nodded saying "I know but he could just stay here with us" she sighed saying "Steve I wish he could stay but -" I cut her off by pecking her lips before saying "Y/n I'm kidding , I want him to go and have a good time". She nodded before rolling over to view her alarm clock causing her to say "I should probably get out of this bed now" I responded saying "I'll miss you baby " to which she responded "I like when you call me that" I then started to kiss the back of her hand and start to work my way towards her neck only to pull away before getting to her sweet spot to say. "You know there are other names too if you don't really love that one" she then gasped as my lips ghosted her collar bone before I added "like babe , and honey or pumpkin" my lips finally made it to where I knew she had wanted them causing her to gasp before I could continue there was a knock at the bedroom door causing Y/n to pull away and walk towards the door. As she opened the door to reveal Jackson on the other side whoa seemed surprise to see her there since he said "can we go now" she sighed saying "no sweet pea not yet , how about we go and have breakfast" he nodded as the two left for the kitchen.

Y/n p.o.v

I entered the kitchen with Jackson in tow , the excitement could be felt in the air with a small mixture of sadness since my sweet baby boy who I could once carry in my arms was now going to kindergarten. Jackson had been waiting for this since the beginning of summer , he'd probably been counting down these days. On the other hand I was a mess and each day it would get worse , I thought I'd never stop crying after buying his backpack. It would get better , and then I see his school clothes that he had on his dresser since May. Steve however was doing really well and was acting like nothing was going to change and maybe he was right maybe the only thing that was changing except my baby was going to kindergarten.

After breakfast Jackson quickly ran to his bedroom to get dressed , before practically nagging Steve and I to get dressed cause he wanted to go early. After Steve and I got dressed Jackson then dragged us out of the house , the entire car ride Jackson was talking a mile a minute about all the things he was excited to learn but I not Steve was silent almost as if he wasn't really there. I pulled into the school parking lot before looking into the backseat to see Jackson grinning like the Cheshire cat , we exited the car before waling to the school. I was honestly nervous since he did seem so excited but I was afraid that the second he got up to the classroom he wouldn't want to leave my side since Jackson had always been close to me especially in new situations. To my surprise when we got to the classroom he didn't put or cry he just walked away from us , not even a goodbye kiss or an I'll miss you hug. Jackson just walked in the classroom no problem. As Steve and I began to walk back to the car I spoke saying "are you okay" he shrugged before I added "Steve honey what's-" he didn't responded he just fell in my arms saying "he didn't say goodbye he just walked away from us , he's done with us pretty soon he'll be driving and he'll-" I cut him off saying "he's play Steve will see him in seven hours okay" he frowned saying. "How about we pick him up at ten instead of two" I shook my head saying "no he's gonna stay the whole time okay and will pick him up and go out for ice cream afterwards how does that sound". He nodded saying "fine" I responded saying "and we can't worry okay he'll be fine , at least he didn't have a meltdown like someone I know". Steve huffed saying "mom told said we were going to the park that was not the park" I rubbed his shoulder as Steve continued his rant about how he didn't have a kicking screaming fit on the first day of kindergarten (he did) as we got into the car I couldn't help but think about how long it had been since I was in a classroom

Flashback

It was a rainy cold Thursday , I was sitting in Ms. Stone history class watch the rain drops tap the window . I probably should've been listening to her speech on the second world war , my perfect view of the first spring rainstorm after the snow had melted was disturbed by feeling someone tap on my shoulder. I knew exactly who it was , it was the person who sat in front of me since the beginning of the year , Steve Harrington. We had been best friends since Mrs. Andrew's third grade class after he poured paint in my snow shoes and I returned the favor by placing a rubber spider in his bookbag but that was over now. Are small rivalry had turned into a really good friendship and if I was being honest I couldn't help but want more my thoughts were interrupted by Steve saying "do you have a pencil" I sighed before handing him the one I was using "thanks" he said before I realized that was my only pencil. I sighed knowing that Ms. Stone was extremely stick about pencils I knew that because of Steve constantly asking for one. I hesitated before raing my hand before she spoke saying "yes Y/n you had a question"

I swallowed the lump in my throat given that I was never one for public speaking "I don't have a pencil and I was wondering if I could borrow one"

I felt as if every eye was on me "Ahh Y/n I thought to expect more from a grade A student" she said while walking towards my desk I was ready to hear what an idiot I was when all of the sudden someone interrupted "actually Ms. Stone , Y/n let me borrow her pencil I didn't realize it was her only one" it took me a moment whose voice it was , I though I was dreaming but I couldn't have been no mater how boring Ms. Stone's class was I never feel asleep, but my eyes had not deceived me it was Steve , Ms. Stone sighed and looked at me again saying "you knew you only had one pencil so you gave it to your fellow classmate" I nodded "ahh I see well Y/n , Steve since you both like pencils so much why don't you come in to detention on tomorrow and sharpen some for me" Ms. Stone snarled before placing the pencil on my desk and walking back to the board before Steve turned around to mouth the words "sorry"

After class I made my way to my locker before Steve caught up with me saying "listen Y/n I'm really sorry about that-" I cut him off saying. "It's fine" Steve then added "well hey listen what are you doing tomorrow" I responded saying. "Sharpening pencils with you" he rolled his eyes saying "I mean afterwards , do you maybe get something to eat" I nodded saying "yeah sure Benny's with the group sounds like fun". He shook his head saying "actually Y/n I was thinking that maybe you and I could just go" I stood there shocked as he added "like a date". My jaw must've hit the ground when he said that , before I could respond he added "you know what I'm sorry we don't-" I cut him off saying "no that would be nice yeah we can go after detention" he nodded saying "yeah that's great um yeah" I nodded before feeling the courage to kiss his cheek causing Steve to turn bright pink I then quickly walked away before heading to my next class.

Flashback over

After picking Jackson up from school the three of us had lunch at Benny's as Steve and I sat listening to Jackson entire day I couldn't help but think that maybe we weren't better as friends maybe we were better together ....

The end

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Fast cars & Freedom: ShadowBoxer (4/?)

Summary: Ellie gets blast from the past. Logan amd Ellie have thsor dinner, but will it go well?

Pairing: Logan-x-Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

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Ellie paid the driver and got out, her eyes taking in the familiar sights.  It had been a long time but she would always remember this street. She turned around slowly noticing her destination, a sign that read TC Automotive where Kaneko Auto Body used to be. New owners  she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

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Ellie sat in the in the booth of the diner somewhere in Eastern California, the events of the past few weeks playing over and over in her head. She had ditched her prom dress grabbing a change of  clothes at Riyas. Colt stopping and buying something quickly. “Were gonna get through this Ellie, don't worry.” He placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead, she rest her head on his shoulder. “How can you know that colt?  These people are unhinged, we could be dead tomorrow. I want to live Colt. I'm not ready to die” she sniffled.

Colt knew this was eating her up, he needed to find some kind of a distraction, anything to make her happy, to take away all the fear and pain. He needed her to be happy, it was as if he survived on it.  He looked around the small diner, a guy sitting at the counter, his shirt reading viva las Vegas. “Have you ever been to Vegas?” she lifted her head “What? With everything going on you're seriously asking me if i've been to Vegas?”

She walked into the shop, not seeing anybody around, nobody manning the desk, nobody anywhere. “Hello?” she yelled as she walked around. She looked at the desk some papers strewn about, some car parts. The place reminded her of Kaneko's garage,  the new owners obviously rebuilt it a bit more modern but appreciated the older feel of a garage. Her eyes landed on a postcard from Vegas. Her mind taking her back to a night that she would remember the rest of her life.

“Ah yeah, I am. So have you?” he smirked, he loved seeing her get railed up, it was cute the way she scrunched her nose up. “NO!”

“ok, it's settled. Were going.” he jumped up reaching for her hand. She grabbed it as they climbed on his bike. “Where are we going colt?” She asked as she put on her helmet.  “Vegas.” he smirked as he shut his helmet kicking his bike to life.

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“sorry miss. How can i help you.” she turned towards the voice. “Oh just picking up my car.”

A huge smile formed on her face. “Toby?”

“Oh my god. Ellie belly is that you? You're all grown up.” he ran lifting her up into a spinning hug. “oh my  god hold on x is gonna get a kick out of this.” he ran towards the hall “Hey X. X, come here. You're never gonna believe whos here.” ximena came out a huge smile plastered on her face. “oh my god sweetheart, how the hell are ya?” she pulled her into a crushing hug. “Eck. X. Crushing. Me.” she grunted as ximena let her down. “I'm not sorry, it's been too long honey.”

They stood there talking about Ellie moving back. Toby and ximena travelling together, coming back this way once they heard someone opened a shop in the same place, and ended up working there again. Toby went to look for her keys and couldnt find them. “Hold on, I bet the boss has them.” “Hey boss, can you bring the keys to that Honda?” she heard someone shuffling around in a room off the back before emerging. Toby and ximena said they would catch up with her later.

“ C- Colt!” Ellies heart dropped in her stomach as she came face to face with him. After 6 years the sight of him still lit a fire in her. “Here are your keys miss. You should be good to go. Also, you should probably get a new car seat those may not be safe after an accident.” He kept his face fixed on the paper in front of him. Ellie felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. He couldn't even look at her and acted like he didn't know her.  “Th. Thank you.” her voice trembled, immediately irritating her. Why should she be upset, he's the one who left without saying goodbye.

She snatched the keys out of his hand and storming off to the lot to get her dad's car. How dare him, after 6 years he still had the power to make her swoon to pissed in a matter of seconds. She marched out to the lot getting in her dad's car. She let out a long irritated scream,  all of her frustrations boiling over. She turned the key, the car roaring to life. Something in her snapped as she peeled wheels out of the lot. She caught a glance at colt propped against an open bay door.

She couldn't understand how someone she hadn't seen in 6 years could piss her off so bad. She took the long way home, hoping to calm down before getting there. She arrived home, Luca barreling towards the door. “mommmmmy.” All of Ellie's frustrations and fears instantly melting away upon seeing that sweet smiling face. “Hi baby. Oooh I missed my sweet girl. Did you have fun with grampy today?” she lifted her up, wrapping her in a hug.

“Yup. We went to the park. Grampy made a friend. Her name is sally.” ellie eyed her dad. “He did?”

“uh huh, they are going to have dinner on Saturday night.”

“Ooooh kay. That's enough of that little miss loose lips. How about you go watch some tv while grampy helps mommy with dinner.”

Luca jumped up and down with excitement before running into the living room.

“How was your day?” He asked Changing the topic. “Nope. Na ah. Were starting with you. You taking my daughter to pick up chicks?” she eyed her father.

“what? No. I would never, ellie.” she chuckled “Dad im just playing with you. I think it's great you have a date.” she hugged him. She knew he hadn't really dated much since her mom died, and the fact he felt comfortable going on a date now made her so happy.

“Speaking of dated. I have one tomorrow night.” her father looked at her confused.  “With who?”

“Logan.”

She spent the entire work day thinking about her dinner with Logan. Was it a date? Was it business? Whatever it was she felt the butterflies in her stomach, no matter what happened she knew one thing for certain she was telling him tonight.

She raced home getting ready in a hurry, Riya picked Luca up since her father had card night with some of his old police buddies. She wore a white and champagne colored v neck midi dress. She tacked her hair up in a braided updo, she looked in the mirror her nerves getting the best of her when she heard a knock at the door.

Logan stood on the other side, Ellie stood there a minute admiring the man before her. He had sure grown up, still with that toned body but he was bigger than before. He wore a pair of khakis and a button down shirt. “You look beautiful Ellie.” He finally broke the silence. “Ah. Beautiful you too look.” he cocked his brow amused by how flustered he made her. “I mean, you look nice too Logan.”

“These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of wild flowers as She let him inside. “Thank you. These are beautiful. Let me go get a vase.” she came back quickly and they headed out for dinner.

They sat at the table sharing stories of the past, and laughing.  She missed how easy it was with Logan. They were headed somewhere she had thought and then she found out he used her to get information about her father's investigation.  She had already had feelings for Colt, but she would be lying if she said that didn't play a factor in them becoming even stronger.

A silence settled over the table and Ellie took her chance to try and back out of becoming his accountant. “Logan. We need to talk about me being your accountant. I dont think its a good idea.”

“Ellie, we have been over this time and time again. I trust you, besides it's a done deal.” Logan casually sipped his beer.

“You might not feel that way after you hear what I have to tell you.” He arched his brow.

“ok El, what is going on?”

She shook her head “not here, can we go?” He grabbed the check, paid and the valet brought his car around.

They drove to a parking lot, Ellies nerves a wreck. “Ok, whats up Ellie. You know whatever it is,  you can just tell me.”

She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “Logan I am a mom. I. I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened at her confession. “So you have a kid. I don't see what's so bad about that Ellie.” he chuckled.

“That's not the bad part.” she started to fidget in her seat. “Her. Her name is Luca. shes. She's 5.”  Logan sat there Quiet. She could see him doing the calculations in his head. “Logan?” she spoke softly, she couldn't take all the silence.

“Five? You were in college then. Did you meet someone there?” She shook her head no. He swallowed hard, his throat becoming dry. “What.  What are you saying, is. Is she mine?”

The tears started to spill, silently. “Im, not sure if she's yours or Colts.” She hung her head ashamed. “I'm so. So sorry Logan. “ she said through sobs. After 6 years of being alone, raising her daughter alone she finally was one step closer to finding Lucas dad.

“Hey. Hey. Don't cry Ellie.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

“How can you be so calm? I just told you there is a possibility you have a child.”

“I know. I'm not going to lie Ellie, I am kind of freaking out. But what good is it going to do if I flip out?”  he took a deep breath “You did it on your own?”

Ellie told him about finding out in school and trying to get in touch with both him and colt, both numbers disconnected. She had her dad look for them, but turned nothing up. Eventually she just resolved herself to raising Luca alone. Logan apologised, he left town for a little while, he came back once the brotherhood was dismantled completely. It was then he enrolled in night school and took a job with a racing company.  They drove back to her house in silence. Logan leaned over giving her a hug. “It's gonna be ok El, we will figure it out. Can I.” He cut himself off, hesitant to finish.

“Can you what Logan?”

“Do you think I could meet her?” Ellie stared at him shocked “Ah. Well. I think that is ok. But, and don't take this the wrong way but.  I don't want to tell her you may be her dad. Not until we know for sure.” Logan nodded “I'll follow your lead. It's gonna be ok Ellie, no matter what,  i'm here for you.” he wrapped her in a tight hug, placing a soft kiss in her cheek.

She got out of the car, waving as he drove off. She turned to head to her house when she caught sight of someone standing across the street. “Really Ellie, him? Of all people why him?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you but, it was a business dinner.” She snapped. “what do you want colt?”

“What do I want? It's been 6 years and you show up in town like nothings wrong.” He followed her up the walkway.  

“Oh, so you do know me? Because yesterday you couldn't even look at me.” She seethed, turning to face him.

“Oh I know you alright.” he snorted.  “ how could I ever forget you Mrs. Kneko?”

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Top 5 Fan Fics (That I've Written)

I was tagged by @samanddeaninpanties to write about my favorite fics I’ve written. I’m going to split this up into the two main fandoms I’ve written for.

I’m not tagging anyone in this because I don’t know who has or hasn’t been tagged. So if you see this and want to do it but haven’t been tagged yet... consider this me tagging you.

My SPN Fics

Humanity’s Angels [Destiel; 93k words; for SPNCanonBigBang; Explicit; Case!Fic / alternate season 12] TFW and Mary head to Arizona to hunt down the apparent ghost of an angel. Meanwhile Dean examines his feelings toward his best friend and what to do with them.

I will mourn the day this fic is surpassed by something else on the list of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I hadn’t even seen season 12 when I first started writing this fic, though the season was already half over. I relied heavily on meta, recaps and gifs to get the mood right. It took me something like 6 months to write this beast and I’m still recovering from the mental work it took. This shit made me want to cry a few times writing it, so I’ll apologize in advance for the feelings.

The Mantra [Destiel; 3k words; General; Fluff & angst] Following the events of 12.12, Dean wakes up from a nightmare shouting Cas's name. Which works out well, since Cas can't sleep or relax either after everything that went on. Dean introduces Cas to some of the healthier coping mechanisms he knows.

This is the first SPN / Destiel fic I wrote. It’s one of those ideas that grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go until I wrote it out. I love the first half of it which scratches my guilty everybody cuddle! itch. The second half I wrote in a style that irritates me whenever I do it, but what are you gonna do?

Letters to Ghosts [Destiel; 2.3k words; General; Angst & fluff; Early season 13 mini coda] All Dean wanted was a cup of coffee. What he got instead was a whole bunch of feelings and a raincheck he might never get to cash in.

The longest thing I’ve managed to write since finishing Humanity’s Angels. This painful idea came to me after finished the first episode of 13 combined with the knowledge that we’d be getting Cas back fairly soon into the season. Bring tissues.

Humanity’s Angels -- Original Chapter 18 Cut Scene [Destiel; a few thousand words; Explicit; John Winchester’s A+ Parenting] This is the original "morning after" chapter from Humanity's Angels. Set between the Love Scene chapter and Library, this was supposed to be chapter 18. I cut it for length and because it dragged the story down a bit and wandered more than I wanted it to. I'm going to apologize in advance for the John Winchester related flashback before you get to the actual sex. If you skip the italics and stop reading when you reach this line: "They needed to get back to the case no matter how much he wanted to hole up in this hotel room with his angel and never come out again." you won't have to see anything related to John. Either way, this should give you guys a better idea of the kind of history I had written up for my version of bisexual!Dean Winchester.

I’d originally intended to write H.A. with a lot more flashbacks to Dean’s early, out-to-everyone-but-family bisexual days. I didn’t like the way that Cassie and Lisa were coming across in the scenes I’d had planned and since I love both those characters too much to do that to them I cut those plans. The John and Dean scene in this was supposed to contrast a much... less happy flashback from earlier in the story that I also cut. I’m not a fan of John, but there are times when I can understand his character a little better than others. This scene was supposed to be one of those moments where I sympathized with John while he actually tried to be a real dad instead of a drill sergeant. Part of me mourns the potential of an actual adult child Dean and John post crusade relationship, but whatever. Like the description says, you can totally skip the John bits and read a sex scene I wish I’d been able to keep in the story.

Hands On Me [Destiel; Dean/Others in flashbacks; 2k words; Explicit; PWP] Dean just finished working a case by himself and was on his way to meet Sam and Eileen a few states away when he pulled over for the night. All Dean wanted was to grab a few hours of sleep in Baby before he had to leave again. His wandering mind had other plans.

The plot of this is very hand-wavey and shouldn’t be analyzed too closely. This is pure smutty fun. It was a sex scene idea I had while writing the final movie theater scene in H.A. that wouldn’t leave me alone until I’d written it down. I really love the idea of Dean being very comfortable with his bisexuality with his hookups and only hiding it from his family and friends.

My Cut & Run Fics

Hold Still [Nick & Kelly; 6.2k words; Explicit; PWP] I wrote this during the summer of 2013 and I think it’s still my favorite sex scene I’ve ever written. It’s also the first sex scene I ever wrote so that might be nostalgia talking because I certainly haven’t reread this in years. I played with the idea of restraining someone with words in this and... I love it. This is right up there with Humanity’s Angels as far as favorite things I’ve written.

Marking Their Territory [Nick & Kelly; 2.7k words; Teen] My very first piece of fanfiction. Well, technically I think I wrote a fic or two back in high school, but this little shit here got me started on the whole writing and sharing with others thing. It’s a play on the lovers when they were still just friends with sexual tension that they don’t talk about. A few years back, when the fandom was still active and sharing stuff regularly, we’d call these stories pre-nickels nickels.

Hot Ginger Bartender AU [Nick & Kelly; no idea because I never put this on AO3; Explicit eventually] I think this random little AU was one of the last times I really had fun writing for this fandom. There’s a lot of references to inside stuff with the books in this, but I’ve seen people not in the fandom read it and enjoy it. The first one is set up with sexual tension like woah. The second is just... smutty awesomeness. Rereading this makes me miss these fools like crazy.

My Demons [Ty Grady POV; 2k words; unfinished] Damn I wish I could have finished this one. In the books Ty has a lot of different nicknames and each touch on different bits of his personality. I had this idea that after some kind of accident Ty woke up in an alternate world (while actually being in a coma) where he had to confront all those different personalities.

Oops, I Fell For A Serial Killer AU [Nick & Kelly; a few thousand spread over two connected stories and one short alternate story with the same prompt; Explicit; Gore] For a while on Tumblr it was a thing to reblog these long lists of prompts and then write fic or stories for them. I’m sure it’s still a thing somewhere on this blue hell site, but for a while it was a thing that I did on the regular. One of the things to come out of one of those posts was this serial killer au. This ended up dark, bloody, violent, sexy, and--in my opinion--kind of beautiful. It was also the last time I really had fun writing for this fandom before I started to feel guilty about everything I wrote because of the negative reaction this fic got.

C&R is a buddy cop meets fairly traditional romance series. There’s darkness in it, quite a lot of it, but nothing as black as a serial killer au inherently is where sex and violence get mixed up so tightly. Thanks to this there were several people who were really used to being able to read any of the fic that came out related to the series and being okay with it. No one really wrote triggery, dark stuff for these boys. Then I wrote this and some people were not okay with it at all. Which is fine, everyone has their own things they like and don’t like. But it became a THING and kinda ruined the fun I’d been having.

Anyway, I love this dark twisted bit of words. I think it’s sweet even if it is incredibly fucked up. Also, I got to write knife play into the second one so that’s fun.

Bonus round: This painfully short prompt response is probably third on my list of favorite things I’ve ever written. You kinda gotta know the series to really feel why this is such a gut-punch but I love it anyway. This one holds a soft part in my heart too.

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Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

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Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.