#who killed jason blossom?

[bettydonnas]

when riverdale ends i think we should just start collectively rewatching it from the very beginning once a week like it never ended and is actually just beginning . therefore entering ourselves into the eternal cycle of riverdale

[carnivalls]

antigone (sophocles, trans. barish et al) // riverdale s1e5 + riverdale s1e13

+ alternate ed.

[starry-bi-sky]

childhood friends danny and jason miscellaneous thoughts: because why not, i'm reworking ch2 because it no longer fits with the remaster of chapter 1 so i've been thinking of them, and i love talking about them. which you should totally go read the remaster because its 26k words and im very proud of it and it barely got any attention.

First off Ellie vapes. Mostly because I think its real fucking funny. The first time Danny finds out about it he gets all up in arms about it. Ellie at first thinks its because she's smoking -- which, helloooo pot meet kettle, Danny has been smoking for a lot longer than she has.

And then he throws a curveball at her and says he's upset specifically because its vaping. Like no, no. Dammit, if you're gonna fuck up your lungs you gotta do it properly, none of this cotton-candy flavored nonsense.

He plays it up for laughs and it's largely non-serious 'i can't believe you're using a vape', if only to hide the fact that he is genuinely displeased with his little sister smoking. Self-destructive behaviors and bad habits are his thing, thank you very much.

But, well, he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he told her he didn't like that she was smoking. He's aware its bad for him, but habits are hard to break and he's not particularly keen to break this one in particular.

Danny bullies her relentlessly about it whenever she vapes in front of him. Like don't be a loser, Elle, carry a carton of cigs and a lighter in your back pocket like the rest of us degenerates.

[more under the cut]

Secondly: Danny's piercings? He got the first lobe piercings as a lost bet from Sam in junior year, and they did it in her room with a needle, a small bottle of blood blossom extract, and an apple. He broke out in hives for a week after thanks to the blood blossom, but it prevented the hole from healing up :)

He got the rest done professionally at a piercing place in the Ghost Zone. He asked Johnny where to find it. Sam and Johnny (and Kitty) nearly convinced him into getting snakebites. He got an eyebrow piercing instead.

Danny's undercut is also self-done, he did it because Technus shot at him with an ectoblast and it missed hitting him, but set his hair on fire. Danny got it out pretty quickly, but it left his hair lopsided and obviously looking like it got burned by something. He went to Sam for help after the fight. He liked the way it looks so he's kept it that way since.

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Vlad brought up Jason once(1) in a taunt during a fight, and this was after Jason disappeared from the ghost zone, and Danny very. very nearly killed him on the spot. He hasn't done it since.

Which leads into the other thing: Grief Triggers! As I call them. All Banshees have them in this au.

While all banshees are, in general, in a permanent state of grief, Grief Triggers are a specific emotional response that can cause them to spiral into a state of intense, sometimes debilitating sorrow, and most of the time causes them to start wailing.

Banshees know what their Grief Triggers are and in general tend to try and build up a form of resistance against it so that, if something occurs that happens to trigger said grief, they can at least either get away from other ghosts to let loose or have enough control over themselves that it'll take more work to send them spiraling.

As expected, Jason is Danny's grief trigger. He's built up a pretty good resistance to it so that hey, talking about him and his death is easier than when Danny was fourteen. But a little more prodding and it will trigger, especially depending on who brings him up and how. (See: Vlad)

Grief Triggers also manifest relatively the same; with the induction of an intense state of grief and sorrow, but how a banshee acts on it can sometimes vary. Again, it depends on who triggers it and how. Some of them can get,,, violent, depending on how it happens.

Rath, this au's 'Dan', is a case of a banshee being put into the grief state caused by grief triggers and... never really leaving it. Which they usually do on their own, or with help depending on the severity of it.

At the time it happened Danny was going through the worst week of his life a second time: his best friend's ghost disappeared, then his family and friends all died right in front of him, and then he was stuck with someone who wasn't helping him through that grief.

He was already in the grieving state when Vlad tore out his ghost half. As a result, Vlad only made it worse. With that fury thrown into the mix, Vlad ended up getting torn apart and nobody else was close enough with nor could they get close enough to Rath to help him come down from the wailing state.

So Rath ended up getting stuck in a perpetual negative feedback loop of absolute misery, and well... drove himself insane. The rest of the world became collateral as a result.

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the difference between Danny and Jason lies in the fact that Jason died, while Danny is dead.

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I'm having more thoughts on the CFAU/TMWS universe banshees, actually.

Banshees are either born in the ghost zone from ectoplasm and are ecto-entities and work as banshees as how we know of them, or they're human spirits that died mourning someone and that grief was so intense that it turned them into a banshee. They're a little more rare.

These banshees typically mourn only one person, or sometimes they follow their Realm-born counterparts and choose a family to mourn for. Typically their own.

Ember is not a banshee; human spirit banshees are always mourning another person. However, her abilities emulate certain qualities of banshees: like the beautiful singing. But in comparison to an actual banshee, Ember's voice pales.

Does this mean Danny has the better singing voice? Yeah. Ember is incensed by this.

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If canon Danny and CFAU/TMWS Danny met, I think canon Danny would be kinda unsettled or off put by CFAU.

CFAU Danny still has some pretty core Danny traits, at least I like to think so -- his general drive to help people just out of compassion for them (even if it manifests differently at first due to trauma), his wit and humor, his fear of failing to protect his loved ones, all of those resonate with canon Danny.

However, canon Danny, as far as I can remember and as far as his wiki goes, rarely gets extremely angry or emotional. He gets irritated and he gets annoyed but him getting mad I don't think happens super often. CFAU Danny is the angrier one between Jason and Danny. It's one of the things I consider a division point between him and canon Danny as it's a result of him growing up in Crime Alley. Canon Danny is canonically shy and meek prior to becoming Phantom, CFAU Danny couldn't be -- he'd be dead already.

CFAU Danny's anger would off put canon Danny, in my opinion. His anger, his smoking, and for lack of a better term, his bloodlust would unsettle him.

Like, for example, say CFAU Danny gets transported to a canon (or canon-adjacent) Danny's universe. He's staying with canon for a little bit as they brainstorm how to get him back home, and CFAU Danny goes to school with canon if only so that he's not stuck in the house all day.

Whether they try and pass CFAU Danny off as canon's cousin or if the town already knows that he's another version of Danny, it doesn't matter. Because insert Dash.

Dash who, in CFAU Danny's world, has since learned not to fuck around with Danny or the other kids because Danny has long since asserted that he will beat his ass if he does. 'Fucking around' always predates the 'finding out', and Danny is happy to act as consequence.

(As my father told me (paraphrased) when I was a small child and full of uncontrollable anger: "there's gonna be a day where you're gonna hit someone, and they're gonna hit you back")

And canon Dash, who is used to canon Danny who kinda just takes it because it means that he won't target other people, would see CFAU Danny. He'd notice the resemblance between him and canon, immediately try and go "oh new target!", and try and bully him the same way he does to canon. And Danny "I am the consequences of your actions" CFAU Fenton, instantly throws hands.

Just, CFAU Danny is kind but he's also Gotham-raised and full of bite; he's meaner than canon is. He's more ruthless too, especially in his ghost fights. The ease of which he slips into violence would, imo, discomfort canon. CFAU and Canon would eventually get along though, they're not so different that they'd be in constant clash of each other.

(Canon Danny and Danyal Al Ghul however,,, thats another post LMAO)

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"I let you down"

When the Joker sent the tapes to Batman, you were forbidden to see them, and your heart shattered seeing him buried 6 feet under.

You and Jason have known each other for a good while. You were already under Batman's wing, known as Red Hawk. When you met Jason when Bruce adopted him, you two instantly clicked and were best friends ever since. And soon enough, a sense of love blossomed between the two of you.

After that, you pulled out of the crime fighting gig, knowing you weren't at your best when your love was taken from you.

A few years later, you still haven't moved on. Everything reminded you of Jason Todd.

Soon, word went around that a new anti-hero was running around gotham killing criminals. He was later identified as Red Hood.

It was then heard that Red Hood was out for Batman. You knew you couldn't go back to being a hero, but you called Dick and he assured you that they have the situation handled.

A month later, you get a call from Alfred, telling you to come to the manor quickly. You tried to decline, but Alfred said it was important, and you knew that if Alfred says it's important, then it's serious.

When you arrived, Alfred told you to meet Brice and Dick at Jason's grave. Your eyes widen, and your eyebrows furrow. Why would they need you at Jason's grave?

You rushed over, and from the distance, you can see the silhouette of Bruce and Dick standing over the freshly dug ground, staring into the hole that Jason was buried in.

You looked at them in confusion but then glanced down at jason's tomb. The casket was open.

And it was empty.

Your breath sped up, and it became uneven. You felt like you were to pass out.

"Where is he?" You whispered, not to anyone in particular. Then you turned to Bruce and Dick who still stared at the empty casket.

"BRUCE, WHERE IS HE??" You screamed, making for throat itch.

You were back at the manor in Jason's old room. It still smelled like him. You were on his bed, clutching his pillow.

"Where are you, Jason?" You cried to yourself.

You went back to your home, instructed by Bruce, with Dick staying in contact with you, updating you on their search for Jason's body.

Your phone rang.

You quickly picked it up, seeing Dick's name on the ID caller.

"He's alive," was all you processed when Dick called you. The only other thing you processed was "And he is Red Hood."

You hung up, pacing around your apartment, chewing on your lip.

Jason's Red Hood? Your Jason? And he's out for Batman?

You thought you needed a while to process. But you kept yourself locked in your room for two months. Only coming out to use the toilet and when Dick forced you out of bed to eat.

What you didn't know that soon enough, Red Hood hadn't made up with his adopted father, but they're now on a bumpy road towards reconciliation.

Jason told Dick not to tell you that they've somewhat made up. He wanted to talk to you himself. In person.

You went into your room after treating yourself to a glass of water.

You lost all senses when you saw Red Hood standing in your bedroom, staring at polaroid pictures of you two on the wall.

When he heard you come in, he turned, looked at the ground, and slowly took off his helmet.

"Hi, doll," he said. He mentally slapped himself for it, thinking he could've said something more sensitive.

You didn't say anything. You couldn't say anything. What the hell were you supposed to say?

Jason took a breath.

"I'm sorry," he said lowly.

You didn't show it, but you were confused. Why was he apologising? What was he sorry for?

"I- I wanted to come back to you. I really did. But I did things. Horrible - unforgivable things that I can't take back. I know you stand by Bruce's morals. But- But after I came from the dead and heard Joker was still alive, I- I was so angry. I was angry at him, I was angry at Bruce. I was angry at Batman. I m'm not excusing my actions. But I knew if you found out, you'd- you'd hate me. Never look at me again and only see a monster every time you think of me. I'll get better! I pro- I promise, doll. I'm not asking you to forgive me I just-"

He couldn't finish what he was saying once you burst into a sob. You dug your palms into your eyes to stop yourself from crying, but to no avail.

Seeing you cry broke his heart, and he knew he hurt you so bad. He didn't know what to do. He took a steo forward, wanting to hold you.

Did you even want to hold him? Did you even want to hold such a monster? So he stopped himself from hugging you.

He took another deep breath.

"My sweet Y/N, I- I'm so sorr-" He was interrupted once more when you threw yourself at him, arms circling around his waist.

Jason was shocked. You were hugging him? Hugging an ugly monster who became something you'd hate?.

"I missed you so much- I- I thought I'd lost you forever," you cried into his chest.

Jason slowly wrapped his arms around you, gently placing his lips at the crown of your head.

"I missed you too, sweetheart"

"I'm sorry," you whimpered.

Jason's face scrunched up and pushed you off him, bending down to make eye contact with you.

"Why the hell would you be sorry?"

You furiously wiped away any tears left from your eyes.

"I-" You choked on another sob.

"You what, sweetheart?" He asked, pushing strands of hair away from your face.

"I- I let you down," you sniffled.

Jason's eyes widened and his grip on your shoulders tightened.

"No- no, no. Why would you think you let me down? I- I'm the one who let you down! I went on a killing spree, I wanted to kill Batman!"

"I couldn't save you! If- Maybe if I had gone with Bruce to find you I could've-"

It was Jason's turn to interrupt you as he pulled you back into a tight embrace.

"You didn't let me down, doll. You could never let me down. I was going to die either way," his whispers muffled as he leaned his lips against your head as you cried.

It was true. Whether you went with Batman or not to look for Jason, the Joker still would've had him killed. Or had the both of you killed.

But he's here now. And he's making an effort to get better. That's all that matters to you.

"I love you so much," you say, your voice muffled against his chest plated armour.

"I love you too, darling," he replied.

You both stood in each other's embrace for a good while before you broke the comforting silence.

"You copied me," you said quietly.

Jason's eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

You lifted your head, looking at him.

"I'm supposed to be Red, you stole my name," you smiled, eyes remaining bloodshot from tears.

Jason couldn't p but break into a smile at your comment as he placed a lingering kiss on your forhead.

"Red reminded me of you," he said.

You copied his smile as you both leaned into a starved, loving kiss, happy to be reunited.

[melrosing]

got bored made some Lannister ocs

besides Stafford we don’t have names or deaths or anything for Joanna’s other two brothers and her two sisters so since everyone else has ocs I decided I wanted some and it was free real estate ✨ names/ages/personalities under the cut

joanna lannister (247AC - 273AC) guess what i didn't actually make her up but not like we have much detail on her anyway so w/e. eldest child of Jason Lannister & Marla Prester, and just a frustratingly perfect girl (at least as far as Cerella is concerned) who always seems to get her way. has always enjoyed gossip and that becomes an interest in court and politics once she moves to KL at 10 to become one of Queen Rhaella's companions. as a child at the Rock she was best friends with Genna, but it was a complex relationship where Joanna was slightly resentful of Genna's power over her (as Tytos' daughter) and Genna was resentful of Joanna's apparent perfection, and the way she seems to wring an affection out of Tywin where he has none for his siblings. Joanna isn't exactly a mean girl but is well aware of the effect her charisma has on others, and can make you feel like shit by looking straight through you (albeit w a smile on her face) if she doesn't feel you're much worth her time.

stafford lannister (248AC - 299AC) i didn't make him up either but canon says he's a blundering idiot so we'll go w that. Stafford just had the luck to be the firstborn son of a Lannister knight, so he gets wealth and riches with little responsibility to show for it. he's thought of as a bit of a Tytos 2.0 but without his humour or heart of gold. thinks he has a fascinating life but is just rich. tells dreadfully boring stories but never seems to notice the snores. constantly landing himself in shit and waiting to be rescued. that's all there is to say about Stafford.

gerold lannister (249AC - 280AC) yay my first oc. well he's just a bit of a creep really. twin to Cerella, born first of the two. Gerold thinks he's the perfect Lannister specimen (he's more like.... weedy handsome squidward) and figures he ought to have been born in Tywin's place. but somehow he ended up the second son of a fourth son and nothing much is expected of him. he's not much good at anything and noone likes spending any time around him because he's perpetually consumed by bitterness. he's not close to his sister Cerella either, bc he seems to treat her worse than anyone, constantly talking down to her etc and mocking her crush on their cousin Tywin. in his final years, as his other siblings are growing up and moving on w their lives, Gerold remains bitter & stagnant, and no-one cares to see what's up except youngest sibling Loren, who has never been close to his brother but takes pity on him, believes maybe Gerold just likes men (specifically he suspects he likes TYWIN) and Loren is a theatre kid all his friends are gay it's fine. he decides to reach out. except Gerold isn't gay and in a confrontation between the two, Loren discovers that the true object of Gerold's affections is: their sister Cerella!!! who has already been married off to Sumner Crakehall. his secret out, Gerold kills himself shortly after, and Loren never tells anyone what he learnt but is consumed by guilt and disgust for the rest of his days.

cerella crakehall née lannister (249AC - 295AC) younger twin to gerold. Cerella has a cold demeanour but the heart of a romantic. when she was a small child she was in awe of Joanna and followed her everywhere, and Joanna likewise enjoyed Cerella's hero worship and treated her as a mini-me. however, as Joanna blossomed, Cerella felt ugly and awkward by comparison. Joanna only seemed to verify this by gradually ignoring Cerella in favour of Genna, and later in favour of her friends at court it KL. Joanna seems to get everything she wants before she can think to ask for it, whereas people seem to forget Cerella is in the room. and the one thing Cerella has always wanted is Tywin: she thinks they're entirely alike, and she's even modelled herself on him in hope that one day they would make a perfect match. except Joanna gets Tywin too: she has his attention without even seeming to ask for it, and takes him because she can. Cerella thinks she might have got her comeuppance when Jo is sent home from court, after Aerys affections for her become a little too heated. Tywin won't want her now. except he does, and they're betrothed not long after. Cerella, despondent, doesn't argue when she's married off to Lannister bannerman Sumner Crakehall (his second wife), and never returns to the Rock thereafter. she notices Joanna's son training in the yard at Crakehall but wants nothing to do with him; Jaime Lannister will wonder why in all those years his mother's sister never deigns to speak to him.

rowena cary née lannister (255AC - present) her father's favourite (though he dies before she turns six), Rowena looks the spit of her grandmother Rohanne Webber. Jason never knew his mother, and so has highly idealised notions of her (whilst the rest of the Lannisters loathe her for leaving without a trace). he likes the idea that Rowena is Rohanne born again, but wouldn't get away with naming her Rohanne - so names her an approximation. and she's just a fuckin disney princess lol. extremely amiable, not a girl of any great talents but does her best to please everyone. she never sees much of her eldest siblings, who are at court or squiring by the time she's old enough to engage with them, and the twins pay her no particular attention, but the adults around her love indulging her, and she's close to her younger brother Loren. there are no great expectations of Rowena, so despite many great westermen begging her hand, she marries for love to a wealthy merchant of Lannisport. sadly, they're unable to have the children they long for, but enjoy entertaining at their Lannisport manse, and enjoy welcoming nieces and nephews into their home (Tyrion is a regular visitor uwu). w her red hair, people tend to forget she's a Lannister at all, and so does she tbh.

loren lannister (257AC - 297AC) born in what many thought were finally past Marla's childbearing years, Loren is the youngest of Jason's brood. there are no great expectations of Loren, and Loren has none of himself - but in some ways he ends up being the most successful of the bunch, besides Joanna. he likes writing plays, acting in his own plays, and generally getting merry with the folk of Lannisport. the Lannisters of the Rock tend to forget Loren exists because he's seldom there, always in the city instead - till he moves out of the Rock entirely with little fanfare, and uses his inheritance to build a theatre in the middle of town. his plays do well and he's popular with the people, but very much a rich kid cosplaying poor lol. he never marries but has affairs w men and women, and when he hears of a bastard that might be his he throws a load of money their way without checking to see if it's true. Loren enjoys attention and pays close attention to others in turn, but is largely estranged from the Lannisters besides Rowena. after trying and failing to help his estranged brother Gerold, Loren falls into something of a depression for a time, doubting himself and all his instincts - his estrangement from the rest of his family becomes much more definitive as a result. anyway after a fairly prolific career Loren falls from some theatre scaffolding to his death at 40 years old, to the misery of Lannisport and the faint bemusement of the Rock

[fadeintoyou1993]

That night, Sheriff Keller and Mayor McCoy saw what we watched in Archie's garage. Jason, tied to a chair, in the basement of a bar on the Southside of Riverdale, while a Serpent, Mustang, taunted him. Then, the unthinkable. Later, we would learn why my father confessed. Because Clifford Blossom visited him on the night of his arrest with a threat that I, Jughead Jones, would suffer the same fate as Jason Blossom if my father didn't confess. My dad was protecting me from a monster, and the nightmare was far from over. And our families, far from repaired… And though one question had been answered that night, that it was Clifford Blossom who killed Jason, a new mystery loomed over Riverdale. Why had he done it? It was a question only Clifford himself would be able to answer.

RIVERDALE (2017—2023) Chapter Twelve: Anatomy of a Murder

[fagfictions]

Black Widow Tim

Imagine Tim developing his own Brucie Wayne playboy persona, by becoming Gotham City's infamous Black Widow (but he doesn't kill his husbands.)

Tim knew when his parents had died that the Drake family name had died with them. They weren't considered old money with generational wealth, so their status began and ended with Janet and Jack. Okay, he's being a little bit melodramatic. He knew that he had enough money in the bank for him to live comfortably for most of his life, but forgive him for not wanting to live below his means.

After he had taken up the mantle of Robin, he saw how Bruce had cultivated this character that allowed him endless liberties and alibis for his vigilante life. He had also seen how Bruce would sometimes indulge in his playboy persona, satiating his lust for flesh - justified by the inherent nature of his playboy reputation. However, Tim could see how Bruce Wayne had relished in these carnal acts. To an impressionable young boy, this seemed like an obvious fool-proof plan.

With that being said, he had needed to cultivate who Timothy Jackson Drake exactly was, so there wouldn't be a link between him and Red Robin. He took some inspiration from Bruce's playboy persona, and decided to become a Black Widow. He knew that he needed a man to financially support Timothy Drake's lifestyle, and to elevate his social stature.

In the beginning he married for love, as he became Timothy Drake-Grayson. He married Richard Grayson, a humble police officer from Bludhaven... who also happened to be the son of a billionaire. If he wanted his long term plans to succeed, he needed to show that he was never a gold digger, looking for the biggest catch.

Tim loved being married to Dick as it became his official entry into the Wayne family as Bruce never legally adopted him. Dick was always a gentleman who had kept their home warm, despite all the fucked up shit they had to deal with as vigilantes. Their home life was a temporary sweet solace. However, Tim knew about Dick's notorious wandering eye as he would still see Nightwing constantly flirt with Starfire and Oracle. Tim knew that their agreement was never exclusive, but it didn't stop the hurt in his heart. After a year, he had filed for divorce from the man, since Dick wanted to pursue things with Babs in the end.

A few months later, Tim Drake got tangled in a whirlwind romance with a Crime City club owner, Jason Todd, thus he eventually became Timothy Drake-Todd. Much to the surprise of everybody, Jason was a better husband to Tim than Dick ever was. He was sweet, caring, and most importantly loyal. This agreement might've started off as a plot to piss off Bruce, but they ended up genuinely falling in love with one another. Jason's reputation and wealth in Crime Alley provided Tim with luxuries, but not the reputation that he had desired. A suspected mob wife could only achieve so much. After a very public hostage situation involving gang activities, Tim took this opportunity to divorce Jason, much to both of their own dismays.

Admittedly, Tim took a break from the dating scene a couple of years to really sell the idea that he was traumatized from his previous marriage. It wasn't until he was spotted having dinner with the infamous Wayne heir at a glitzy restaurant. Damian was everything Tim could have ever wanted. He had the riches and status that would alleviate Timothy Drake to his level. When Damian finally married him, he blossomed into Timothy Drake-al Ghul-Wayne. Damian was also very possessive with his love for him, so Tim knew that he safe from the upper echelon. Sure, there was an inside joke about noticing the pattern of Tim being ran-through by all of Bruce Wayne's sons, especially when it was revealed that Jason Todd was Bruce's son who "died". Furthermore, Tim had gotten the reputation of being a Black Widow in Gotham, having more husbands than half of the population, and still not being over his twenties. However, Tim took all of these in stride. As he had grown older, he knew that he wanted a family. He was still relatively friendly with his past husbands, and he knew that there was still love between them. To everyone's surprise, it was revealed that he had divorced Damian a few months later, yet he retained the last name. Nobody had known except Tim and his family.

But before the public could react to this, they were met with the announcement of an engagement between Timothy Drake-Wayne and Bruce Wayne. This confirmed the rumors of Timothy being passed around in the Wayne family, as it was revealed that he was marrying his former father-in-law x3. Despite all this talk, this would be Tim's final marriage and his longest lasting one.

This marriage also lead to the birth of ten beautiful children, who despite having the same parents, looked different from one another as if the sire of these children differed. His ex-husband Dick Grayson could be seen carrying a pair of twins to gymnastic practice. His ex-husband Jason Todd was spotted shopping for three pairs of onesies. His ex-husband Damian had brought his new "siblings" to his office job as all four of Tim's children caused some chaos in Wayne Enterprises. Finally, his husband, Bruce could be spotted cradling a baby in a golf course.

Every Gothamite was baffled at this new development, despite Tim having 3 ex-husbands in the same household, marrying his former father-in-law and giving them 10 new siblings, they all seemed to get along really well. If they were happy, who were they to judge?

He had finally settled on becoming Timothy Drake-Wayne, a name he had always wanted since he was a little boy. Despite all odds, he had also given children to all the men he had loved before.

tl;dr Tim going through the Bat family last names like he's calling attendance.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Mother & Daughter | Cassandra Cain/Orphan & Magician!Reader ft. Batfamily

Synopsis: Cassandra recalls her first meeting with Vivian and how their relationship blossomed.

Before Vivian met Cassandra Cain, she already knew her. Bruce shares everything with his wife, from the goings ons in Wayne Enterprise, his personal day to day, and all he’s encountered in Gotham as Batman. In one of his cases around Gotham, he mentioned a girl who was a skilled fighter by reading a person’s body before they could think what they wanted to do. A perfect soldier. A perfect weapon. 

That was what Cassandra was: the perfect weapon. But unlike Damian who did not feel remorse in the act of killing then, the moment Cassandra had her first kill she regretted it. Guilt ate her which led to the girl’s escape from her father’s grasp and abusive upbringing of her, and brought her around the world then Gotham where she meets Batman and follows his code of no killing. 

Vivian wanted to meet the girl and help her, but there was a problem, Cassandra is not used to meeting new people intimately and she does not speak. Bruce explained to Vivian of the girl’s upbringing, how Cassandra’s father trained her to read the human body until it was second nature rather than to speak, read, or write. In his words, “Violence is her way of communicating.”

Maybe it was the mother-instinct she developed after raising Dick, Jason, Tim, and, currently, Damian, or maybe it was the teacher in her too, but Vivian wanted to help the girl to develop more of her speech. To give her the advantage of reading and speaking, or at least learn how to communicate in another way that’s not about reading body language…

Or maybe she could use that to her advantage too.

It took Bruce a while before he could bring Cassandra over to the cave, the girl was hesitant on meeting the Batman’s personal connections – also known as his family – but with day after day of getting gifts from a woman called Vivian of clothes, food, and music, she wanted to finally see the actual person behind these thoughtful things. During that time, Vivian worked hard to find a way to communicate with Cassandra

~*~.

Arriving in the Batcave, Batman was the first to get out of the car and greeted everyone in there, followed by Orphan, who was mesmerized with the view of the cave filled with memorabilia – a giant penny, a dinosaur, a giant joker card. This was not an ordinary place.

After greeting familiar faces, such as Tim and Stephany, and the other Robins, Cassandra finally met the woman behind those gifts. 

Near middle-age. 

Caucasian. 

Red-haired. 

Non-lethal.

Nervous.

Worried.

Batman approached her with the woman and at his side, he kept a hand on her back the entire time, as a way to show support and to show Cassandra that she was harmless. That she can put down her guard around her. 

“Cassandra,” Batman began as he removed his cowl. “Meet Vivian. My wife.”

Wife. Cassandra repeated the word in her head. 

“Hello, Cassandra,” Vivian greeted, “Bruce told me so much about you. I’m glad to finally meet the girl he’s been talking about nonstop.”

Care.

Hearing the woman’s voice, seeing her face, her body, and how she had her arms open, and how careful she was not to startle her, Cassandra knew she cared. Her way of caring was also different from Batman’s or Robin’s, Red Robin’s, Spoiler, or Oracle’s too. This was the care she would see with the mothers in the parks or streets, mothers in their homes. How can a woman she just met care for her like that already? How can a woman she just met have the same gaze as those mothers have?

Unable to say what she felt, Cassandra shocked everyone as she took Vivian’s hand and held it close to her heart and bowed her head slightly.

Thank you. Thank you for all the gifts and for caring, she wanted to say. 

There was warmth around her body, opening her eyes, Cassandra was shocked to find a golden aura around her and the woman. She was a witch, Cassandra realized, and just like Bruce the girl welcomed the warmth and felt all the words she wanted to say. 

~*~

The following weeks she’s been living in Wayne Manor, Cassandra was slowly developing a way to speak with everyone with her gestures and signs to certain things, but she will eventually need to learn how to speak. Especially when their line of work is highly dependent on communication with one another when on patrol. 

Taking the task of teaching her how to read and speak was Vivian. Everyday, Vivian would come home immediately after work to sit down with Cassandra. Cassandra has shown that she does know how to read a couple of things and say things but not as second nature as the rest of them. 

Vivian was patient with her. Cassandra would know. There was never a time when Vivian felt irritated whenever she had trouble with reading or uttering a word. She never showed she was tired, or tried not to show she was tired after a long day at work, but Cassandra would still notice the slight sluggish movements, the slumped shoulders, and how she kept her head up with a fist under her cheek.

In those days, whenever Bruce would be in the manor, he would tell Vivian that he would take over with Cassandra’s lessons and have Alfred lead his wife to bed. Then he would sit down and tell her, “She had a long day with panels and lectures.” And after the continued lessons, Cassandra would head to Bruce’s study where Vivian usually takes a nap and gives her coffee and biscuits. 

~*~

“You’re getting better with reading,” Vivian commented. “We still need to work on speech, but we can deal with that along the way, right?”

Cassandra nodded. They were in Gotham University that day, Vivian asked her if she wanted to come see where she worked so they could talk about something important, which she also discussed with Bruce a couple of times now. That day, Bruce took a day out of work so they could head to the University to see Vivian, and the moment they came to the campus, Bruce led them to the hall where Vivian was having her lecture in front of a room-full of students. 

Cassandra couldn’t believe it. The entire day, Vivian would teach these students and then come home to teach her how to read, write, and speak? No wonder there were days she’s tired. Yet, while she’s tired Vivian still kept a smile on her face.

When the class ended,  many students greeted her and Bruce as they left the room, as if seeing the man was a normal thing there. Coming to the front where Vivian stood, packing her things, Bruce greeted her first with a kiss, while Cassandra read the things written on the board in Vivian’s handwriting.

“Re—rei—rrein… naiss… ance,” Cassandra read aloud in an attempt to do so without aid or the difficulty but she saw how hard it was still for her to speak what she was reading.

Hearing her voice, Vivian approached her and read it with her, “Renaissance. It’s the period of enlightenment. A lot of art and philosophy were made during that time. But I like to call it the time when humans got back in touch with the classics.”

“Art,” Cassandra pointed at Vivian.

“Yeah, I teach art too — art history… why don’t we take a seat. That was my last class for today and no one’s going to use this room until two in the afternoon.”

It was then that Vivian told Cassandra the long discussion she and Bruce were having about her. Specifically her education. The couple thought about letting Cassandra start school, but it won’t be like the normal school that Tim goes to, rather it would be less crowded, and understands her situation with speaking, reading, and her social skills. 

“What do you think?” Bruce asked her.

When Cassandra showed hesitance, Vivian got out her phone and handed it to Cassandra. “You can tell us anything, alright?”

So she did. Using Vivian’s phone, she typed on a blank notepad what she wanted to tell them. There were some spellings she didn’t get right but nothing too bad in the couple’s opinion. 

I don’t know. Not ready yet. Happy with our little school. 

Vivian and Bruce laughed heartily at the last part and the former said, “Well, I’m glad that you’re enjoying our little school, but it can’t last forever, honey. One day you gotta start with a school that’s more skilled and knowledgeable to help you. But for now, with our progress, yeah, I think we can still keep our little school. Just the two of us.”

Cassandra typed. And Tim.

Yes, Tim would always sit down with them to help out Vivian with teaching her how.

“And Tim,” Vivian agreed. “But promise me that you’ll tell us when you’re ready, okay?”

Cassandra placed a hand on her chest and the other raised up. Promise.

“Okay, I can live with that – how about you?” Vivian turned to Bruce.

Bruce nodded. “Now that we’ve agreed on this, I guess no point in going for a tour of the university, right?”

“Yes and no,” Vivian got up. “I got three tickets for tonight’s ballet performance by Gotham University’s own ballet group and orchestra. It starts a little later so maybe we can look around? You already showcase your work, maybe I can show her how my everyday life goes?”

Cassandra nodded.

“Alright,” Bruce got up and helped the two women from their seats and Vivian to her coat. 

Walking around campus, Vivian kept close to Cassandra. She would usually hold someone’s hand but with Cassandra she knew how the girl kept herself ready in any possible way. She did offer her arm but Cassandra decided not to take it and just kept her arms to herself, which Vivian didn’t mind.

Whenever a colleague or student would pass by they would ask the couple if Cassandra was a new addition to the family, and they would say yes and introduce her as their ward as Cassandra hasn’t been open with the idea of calling them her parents despite the adoption papers signed. During that time, Cassandra observed the actions of the students around them, mostly those who were near her age. She was very different from them. Not just on how they talked, but on how they socialize, dress up, and can go around freely without knowing everything around them.

She on the other hand has learned so much by simply looking at them.

When the show was about to start, Cassandra sat between Bruce and Vivian in the nosebleed section of GU's theater. Before the show started, a special mention was made to welcome Bruce Wayne to the show, and Bruce smiled and waved at everyone as the spotlight came to their seats. 

Then the lights were killed but for the ones on stage, and the music started. It was then Cassandra saw the beauty of art. The language art spoke in the dances that the students did, the movements that showed the purest form of art. The message beyond the narrative tells her with performance art. She could see the hard work in their movements, the devotion, the passion in them, and it made her tear up. 

She didn’t even realize she had until she felt Vivian’s hand on hers, and turning to the woman, she saw her holding a handkerchief and Cassandra accepted it. 

After the show ended, Vivian asked if Cassandra wanted to meet the dancers backstage but she said she didn’t want to. She was happy with what she saw tonight. And maybe next time she would meet them. For now what she saw was enough. What she saw moved her.

~*~

On their next class in their little school, Vivian surprised Cassandra with a pamphlet for ballet classes. Memories of that night in GU's theater came back to her that night as she looked through the pamphlet, rather pamphlets. Vivian brought a couple of them all showing different dance classes for her. 

“Maybe Bruce was right – do not tell him I said that,” Vivian teased. Cassandra grinned. “Maybe it's too early for normal school, but I saw how you loved the ballet, so how about this?”

“DD-da…n..c…da…n…ce. Me?” 

“Yeah. Dancing is an expression of art that people have used to show their culture, how they feel… you know, on our first date, Bruce took me dancing. The band played jazz and blues, he wasn't all too familiar with it so I took lead, but I could see how he tried and how he was enjoying it.”

Cassandra looked at the pamphlet again and then her, “Us,” she said. “We dance?”

“I…” 

Hesitant.

Shocked.

Embarrassed.

Maybe she took it a little too far? 

Then Vivian said, “I don't think ballet classes will accept me,” she was laughing. “I mean, I'm too old for them and I doubt my body can stretch like that. How about you take the ballet classes and we can go to something that I can keep up with?”

Cassandra looked through the pamphlets and pointed. “This?” She asked as she pointed to the back of the second pamphlet where it says mother-daughter dance classes. It was a Mother's Day special that would go on for a week. It wasn't ballet – thank goodness – it taught various dances that were not too complicated. 

“Us. We dance?” Cassandra repeated.

“A mother-daughter dance,” Vivian said, a little out of focus as she looked at the photo of the mother and daughter – a little girl – wearing dance clothes as they posed. 

“I think it would be a good idea,” Bruce appeared in Vivian's study where they would have Cassandra's lessons. “My love, don't you think?” He placed a hand on her her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze.

Vivian looked him and held his hand and smiled, “I think it would be a good idea. Mother's Day is around the corner.”

“Yeah,” Vivian kissed his hand. “I think it's great, I'll go call the place now and book us a spot. Bruce, could you help Cassandra with this part? Also, maybe show her some of the ballet classes too.”

“Okay,” Bruce took his seat. Before Vivian left, Bruce snuck a kiss on her cheek and whispered something to her ear. 

Sad. 

Mourning.

With them alone, Bruce sat down on Vivian's seat, he looked at the pamphlets for a while and the books, the papers, Cassandra's progress in writing. He took his time looking at them and then he reached inside his pocket and took out a wallet, and inside the many pockets he pulled a black and white print. An ultrasound. And on the back it had Vivian's writing that says: it's a girl! and a four-line poem.

Bruce showed Cassandra the ultrasound. “A couple of years ago, we were expecting a baby,” he told her. “A baby girl. She was healthy, Vivian made sure they were healthy and that we were ready. We were ready and we couldn't wait to meet our little girl. Then something happened. One of Gotham's criminals took her from us. I wasn't able to save them. Vivian survived but we lost… our baby was taken from us.

“Her name was Helena. Scars heal but they remain. And the scar of losing our daughter still hurts from time to time.”

“Because of me?” Cassandra asked.

“No, no… Vivian adores you, and she knows that you will never replace Helena, but you gave her a chance to experience having a daughter. And I think doing these things and going through these dance classes just reminded her of the things we planned back then when we were still waiting for our Helena to come.”

“Where?”

“We buried her in our garden. Don't worry about Vivian, she'd love to go to these with you. Do you?”

Cassandra nodded. “Me and Mom. Dancing.”

Bruce was stunned when he heard what Cassandra said, and he wasn't the only one. He only realized that Vivian was there when Cassandra looked past his shoulder and smiled at her. Cassandra quickly reached for her bag and pulled out a book, it was her notebook, and went to Vivian to show her a letter she wrote for her.

It only had three words but it was enough to make Vivian tear up.

Thank you, Mom.

Brushing back Cassandra's locks, Vivian held the young woman close and pressed her forehead on hers and lets her feel the magical energy that she liked. Just like Bruce. 

“There's nothing for you to thank me, Cass,” Vivian brushed the young woman's tears.

“A lot. Gifts. Clothes. Study. Dancing. Art,” Cassandra counted.

Vivian shook her head. “I want to give you those things. A chance for you to make up from the life you missed.”

Cassandra smiled. “Thank you, Mom.”

~*~

Walking to the garden, Cassandra went straight to the blooming flowers at the far end until she saw the stone that had Helena's name. She knelt before the stone and started pulling out the weed and the flowers that have withered. Once clean, she pulled out a photo from her pocket. It was the photo of her and Vivian coming from their first day in dance class.

“I'll take care of Mom,” Cassandra told Helena's grave and placed the photo. She reached in again and pulled out the ballet crown she got from her own classes in the university and placed it beside the photo.

The sound of someone coming to her side did not startle Cassandra, she expected it. It was Bruce. The man knelt beside her and looked at the little tiara on Helena's grave.

“I'm sure she'll love it,” Bruce told Cassandra. “And here,” he asked for her hand and placed something in her palm. It was a necklace made of silver and the charm was of a ballerina's tiara. “I had these made for you and Vivian. Why don't you give hers later?”

“This is mine?” Cassandra pointed at the necklace.

“Yes. And this is hers,” it was a bracelet made of silver with the same charm. 

“Thank you,” she told Bruce.

“Let's go inside. Alfred and Vivian made some food to celebrate your upcoming recital. Everyone's inside.”

Inside the manor, Cassandra went to the sitting room where the whole family was. Cassandra went straight to Vivian and presented the gift, and Vivian kissed her temple as a thank you.

“We match,” Cassandra showed the necklace. “All three of us.”

Confused, Vivian turned to Bruce in question, and he replied,” Cassandra gave her practice tiara to Helena.”

Touched by her gesture, Vivian brought her daughter to an embrace. “Let’s go celebrate. This is for you after all.”

“Cake?” Cassandra asked.

“Yes, we got cake — three flavors, actually, because Dick, Jason, and Alfred had a misunderstanding on who was going to get it. Also, four boxes of pizza because Stephanie and Tim also got a bit of confusion on how many. So, we might be eating these until tomorrow.”

It was here Cassandra had her first of many experiences, not just as Orphan but as Cassandra Cain. Here Cassandra learned that she was more than Orphan, more than the killer she was made to be by her father. Here she was reminded by her family, by Bruce and Vivian, that Cassandra is just as important as Orphan was to the family. 

Here, she experienced the love of a family. Of brothers and sisters. Of a father. And of a mother. 

As she sat on the couch, Cassandra snuggled close to Vivian, having the woman loop an arm around her as they both find something that they have been missing and lost for so long. Vivian found a daughter, and Cassandra found a mother. 

“Is everything alright, honey?” Vivian asked Cassandra as the girl leaned on her.

“Everything’s alright, Mom,” she told her and opened her mouth, asking for a piece of cake from Vivian. 

Laughing, Vivian fed Cassandra and let her be. The entire celebration, Bruce noticed as Cassandra and Vivian stuck together. It was then he knew that Orphan was the daughter of Batman, but Cassandra Cain was Vivian’s.

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Atalanta #3 (Centaurs Attack)

As the girl blossoms into a young woman, she grows powerful and wild, like her patron goddess Artemis. And as a loyal devotee of the virgin Goddess, Atalanta also chooses to remain chaste. While trekking the hills of Mount Parthenium, she comes upon two centaurs, Rhoecus and Hylaeus, who, lusting after the girl, give chase. But the centaurs choose their prey poorly, for Atalanta is no helpless maiden, and she turns her fine archery skills upon them with brutal efficiency.

Centaurs (Kentauroi) were savage, lustful, half-man half-horse creatures that roamed the wilds, of Mount Pelion of Thessaly. The line of Centaurs begins with a mortal, King Ixion, who Zeus, suspecting of foul intention with his wife, tricks into laying with a cloud version of Hera. Strangely the race of centaurs are born from this union. For his transgression, Ixion is sent to Tartarus in the underworld for punishment, and tied to a burning, spinning wheel for eternity.

In the myth of the Centauromachy, king Peirithous of the Lapiths, sharing heritage of Ixion as father, invites the centaurs to his wedding celebration. However, the centaurs become drunk off the wine, and attempt to rape and kidnap the women of the party. The Lapiths fight back, and the heroes Jason and Theseus, being invited guests, help to fight off the creatures, finally driving them off.

Another centaur, Nessus, has the distinction of killing the great hero Hercules. When the centaur attempted to rape Hercules wife, Deanira, the hero used arrows tipped with the poisonous blood of the hydra to kill him. But as he lay dying, his blood soaking his vest, he told Hercules wife to use the vest as a love charm.

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This feels like a hot take nowadays, but Jara (Jason Todd/Yara Flor) was the best possible relationship that could’ve come out of the Elseworld’s Teen Titans. Do I think the series as a whole would’ve been better without a romance plot? Yes, of course, but man do I love Jara.

First of all, both of them are dealing with the pressure of carrying on the legacy of two of the original Teen Titans. I see Cara fans saying “oh, but Batgirl is a legacy name, too,” but it’s really not the same. Cass had Barbara in her corner while Jason and Yara didn’t have Dick or Donna in theirs (at least at the start/not in the same way that Cass had Babs.)

Also, despite the fact that the romance plot from #27 to #36 was forced I admit, they had chemistry before that. Almost from the start, before they were really friends or got along that well, they had banter! There was tension! There was already foreshadowing for the relationship that would blossom between the two of them by #5. 

The specific moment of foreshadowing that comes to mind in issue 5 is Roy’s thought boxes on page 26, where Roy compared the two to him and Donna. Most people say this makes no sense, that it would be better to make a comparison between Dick and Donna, I say this was purposeful to hint at how their relationship would develop.

And at the end, Yara was the one who was there for Jason after he killed Condiment King, helping him as he tried to figure out what it meant to have blood on his hands. All the others, especially Roy, turned their back on him without even asking why he did it (which I suppose we should blame the writers for more than the characters, and how rushed the entire ending is).

In conclusion, whether you like the ship or not, the writers were pushing it from the start. If you’re an Elseword’s Teen Titans fan, you can’t ignore it. Stop getting pissy when people enjoy the CANON ship, and stop trying to make a perfectly normal friendship a romantic relationship… but also qpr cara would slap.

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11 - Adoption Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be - Chapter Eleven

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When Jason Todd was six years old, he believed in magic, and he thought that his father was the most magical of all. His dad, who worked so hard, and always came home late, with a resigned and drawn face, who still made sure to hug him, play with him, tuck him in and tell him a story before bed. Jason loved hearing the soft voice of his father spinning fantastic tales as he slowly slipped into sleep. He had a lot of magic, then. 

When Jason Todd was seven years old, his father went to prison, blamed for a petty crime he didn’t commit, and there was no more soft click of the door as his father came home, and no more stories, and no more soft voice lulling him to sleep. A little magic died, then. 

When Jason Todd was nine and a half (and it’s important never to forget the “and a half”, or he’ll be upset with you), when the house had gotten bare and his mother had gotten quiet, his father was killed in Arkham, in a brawl. Not the nicest way to go, as the drawling man on the phone had said, bored and indifferent. Then, a lot of magic died, to be replaced by sadness and anger. 

When Jason Todd was eleven, his mom died too, taking with her hugs and movie nights and warm tea and homework help, always ever so patient in explaining exponents for the tenth time, and many more numbers of things, including their apartment. She had gotten quieter, and sadder, after his father’s death, and didn’t really get better, but she still made time for him, and loved him the same, and made sure that he knew that. By then, Jason was nearly out of magic, and nearly full of other things, like rage and grief and sorrow and desolation.

When Jason Todd was twelve, after a year of running, from everyone and everything, he stole Batman’s tires and hit him with a tire iron. Right in the stomach, and Batman would deny until the day he died that he yelped. Soon, Gotham met Robin, and stood in admiration at his gaiety and delight with the world. Jason gained magic, then, and gained more and more as time went on and he healed, anger and sadness not gone, but not weighing him down. Jason fell into stories once again, into the magic that they wove, into helping others, into going to school. Jason was happy, and Jason was loved. 

When Jason Todd was fifteen, he died, and it was horrific. He was given hope for his mother, and it was ripped away. He was beaten, pain blossoming across his skin, before an explosion roared and a blast of hot air washed over his already flushed face. He died, wishing, hoping for his dad to come and save him, for his magic to be real, hoping against everything that his end would not be here, on a gritty concrete floor in a dimly lit warehouse. He died, feeling flames lap against his clothes, his fingers, his cheeks, protected not by the tears that ran down them in torrents, leaking from under a mask he believed would save him. He died, accompanied by the sound of sickly sweet, cackling laughter ringing in his ears, and, ever so faintly, so quiet he couldn’t be sure it was actually there, a quiet click of the final door closing, and soft voice telling him stories, lulling him into sleep. 

When Jason Todd had been dead a year and a half (sixteen, he would have been sixteen, a junior, exploring and loving everything in the way that teenagers do), he used up the last splinter of magic, born from hope, and clawed, screaming, choking, and crying, out of his grave, dark clay coating him and his favorite sweater, the bright baby blue smeared with an ugly, dried-blood red. When Jason Todd burst from the crumbling dirt, he was met with a cool, crisp night, fresh air (not rot, it didn’t smell like rot, he didn’t want to smell anything rotting ever again), and a woman, clad in flowing, dark clothing and smiling just like his mother used to. She said her name was Talia, and she helped him up, leading him away with a smile sweet as medicine. 

When Jason Todd had been dead three years (he would have been eighteen, gone to college, studied the books he always loved, learned as he always loved), he came back to Gotham angry and hurting, drowning in betrayal, unable to break the ice holding him down and slowly sinking into frigid depths. He wanted to be avenged (he wanted to be saved), not just for his death but for his childhood, for every moment that was ripped away from him. And if his dad Bruce wouldn’t do it, then he would. It was easy, simple as that (why didn’t he save me?). When Jason Todd was three years and eleven days dead, he watched through the beady red eyes of the manor cameras as his family the Bats snatched a desperate, beaten child, wrenching his hands away from a scraping metal fence, and carried him back into the manor, eyes wide and tears running down a crumbling facade (just like Jason’s had), flinching away from the green-tinted light like it were really a flame that lapped at his skin, his screams echoing just the same as if the manor had been a dim and gritty warehouse. And it may well have been: both places were filled, now, to the brim with bitter and desolate hope, and a resounding call for salvation.

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Jason Todd makes his debut! Also, sorry for the long break between updates! The motivation just wasn't there for a while, and school was really busy. And I know I say this every time, but I'm excited to get back into writing, and hopefully this time the motivation gods will favor me and there will be another chapter sooner than three months from now. Anyway, thanks so much for reading!

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On the last day of summer vacation... The Writer and His Muse

Full disclosure, I wrote another version of this last night. It was... factually correct. But it just wasn't good. So I saved it and took a few steps away and realized what I was supposed to be writing. I apologize now this is going to be long.

When I came up with the idea to write this series, I wasn't sure of the structure. If I'm honest, I still don't know lol. And after being called the "Riverdale Analysis Auteur" (thank you @storkmuffin ❤️), I promise to do the utmost to put forth only my best for you. There isn't going to be an uploading schedule so follow the tag "Code Word Jeronica" to see when I post.

My intention with this is to show that from the pilot there has always been the opportunity for Jeronica. I know what you're saying "there's an opportunity for ALL pairings."

And, yes, while you are correct. There were some possibilities that were more feasible than others (Sorry Jarchies!). For the skeptics out there, the showrunners did chemistry tests with so many pairings. Cole even admitted that he did one with Cami and he was open to a Jughead/Veronica relationship "It's the CW, anything can happen"! Coding isn't always intentional or needs to be taken seriously. And that's okay. As a writer myself, I understand the "side character curse" all too well.

With all of that being said, I will only be focusing on the evidence we get in the show itself. I may reference the comics sporadically (like how Jughead and Veronica have been paired up/dated several times in the comics, throughout the comic's history. Below is a picture from Pep #154 in 1962!) but I'll never reference anything outside of the source material as evidence.

The Writer and His Muse

It's established from the pilot that Jughead is a writer, an aspiring novelist. All writers need a muse. Something that inspires them to put pen to paper. In Greek Mythology, Muse was a Greek Goddess who gave inspiration to all. Often, a muse is referred to as a beautiful woman but it can be anything. The show Riverdale is the muse for fanfiction writers who write in the universe. Jughead has several muses throughout the show. He goes through various tribulations with his writing. We see him suffer with writer's block, make a deal with the devil (both Jugheads in Rivervale), and we know that the story that put him on the map was a telling of him and his friends.

In the overall show we know of five big stories that Jughead writes. Jason Blossom's murder, The Red Dahlia, Killing Mr. Honey, The Outcasts, and Bend. Towards. Justice. All follow a pretty basic plotline. Something happens, a group of teens have to investigate, there's a surprise twist, and then a resolution.

But, through all of these he has one muse that is constant. Would you believe me if I told you it was our fair Veronica? Because it is. Before you ask "What about Betty?", let me ask you the same. What about her? She is a character in his stories. Sometimes she's the main character. But being the main character and being a muse are two very different things. Veronica's presence in his stories symbolize different major elements to a story. More than any other Riverdale character.

Throughout the series we see Jughead struggle with his writing. His father tells him to keep writing as a way to get out of Riverdale and not get caught up with the Serpents. We see him have profound writer's block, plagiarize another author, change the way he writes due to his disability, and physically lose his ability to write. His writer's block, and the complications with it, start in season 5 and aren't resolved until season 6.

Here's an unexpected bonus from helping Veronica...

...I started writing again.

She is, and has always been, his muse. This is the first time he acknowledges it, but the clues have been there since day one.

Jason Blossom's Murder

The first story begins with the pilot's very first scene. It also introduces the audience to a concept called "The Center of a Story". The center of a story is just how it sounds. It is the element that brings everyone together. However, while this can be the main character and what that character goes through, it can simply be a person or place that has very little interaction at all with the main story. In a murder mystery, which Season 1 is, the center of a story can be the murder victim. In telling that story we can either have flashbacks of the person's life up until they are killed; or, they are simply the reason why everyone comes together (and not even just to find out why. Sometimes the why isn't necessary).

Jason Blossom is the center of the story. It's all about finding out who killed him. But the muse of the story? The hook? The character's entrance that actually connects everyone together? That's Veronica. "On the last day of summer vacation, a new mystery rolled into town." Jason's murder is the B-plot of the season. It might have kicked everything off, and the action might be connected to him, but it's not the entire reason why Jughead is writing this book. In fact, the opening soliloquy says:

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though? And you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.

The story was never about Jason Blossom.

The Red Dahlia

I'm not going to touch on this much, because I have a whole post planned just about this episode. But, I want to point out that out of all of the stories we see him write, this is the only story that focuses solely on one character. It's completely about Veronica. She, like Jason, is the catalyst. The difference is that, unlike Jason, she plays a major role.

Killing Mr. Honey

In his last story to submit to the University of Iowa, it's about how seven teenagers try to get rid of their unethical and overbearing principal. We have known up to this point that Jughead loves horror. He likes to write "Lovecraftian" style stories. The difference between the two are HPL rejected morality. He considered himself a "Morality Atheist". Jughead, on the other hand, loves morality tales. (In 1955 there's a whole episode about it.) This is most evident in this telling. Each character represents an architype. Veronica, arguably, is the most important architype. She represents morality. She's the only one who really challenges what they are doing. Specifically, Jughead. At face value someone can go "Well, Jughead and Veronica aren't friends so it makes sense". First off, no, they very much are friends. But, second, if they weren't, why put her in such a place of honor. In actuality, given his character in the show (and the comics), Archie should be the moral compass of the story.

The Outcasts

The Outcasts is really the only story that we have very little knowledge of. I freely admit that for evidence, it's the weakest of the five. It presents coded details for the audience to infer their meaning. Jughead is the Viper Leader, the Serpents are the Vipers, but is Betty The Homecoming Queen? Most likely. The co-ed he takes home tells him that he wrote a "very sexy book" in regards to the Viper Leader and the Homecoming Queen. However, in his drunken voicemail, he lambasts Betty. One line in particular stands out "You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch. And once people read my book, everyone's going to see that". Now, we don't know what is in the book (Kind of wish they'd released it) and it could end with the Homecoming Queen cheating on the Viper Leader with the Football Captain (I'm inferring that that would be Archie's character). Or, they could have lived happily ever after. Or... using the ambiguity to stretch the possibility... the Homecoming Queen could have been Veronica.

Why? Well, there's a reason why the Enemies to Lovers trope is so popular. What better way to get back at your ex for cheating but to immortalize their best friend (who was also cheated on by your best friend) as the true-love-fairy-tale-princess of your wildly popular NYT best seller?

Bend. Towards. Justice.

The last story we see Jughead write is when they've been taken back to 1955. 7x01 is very reminiscent of the pilot. But, for Jughead and his writing, it's always been in the details. Season 7 is my favorite season, and trust me, I have a lot to say about what happens. So, I'll keep this brief. Even when he describes Tabitha it's very factual. There's no emotion. He lists who she is and the reason why she might know what's going on. Please don't take this to mean that at this point he isn't still in love with her, because he very much is. When he sees her, he doesn't know the 1955 version isn't his girlfriend. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up until he can figure out a plan. And to spare her from any craziness because her memories also might be gone. Up until this point, everyone's description is "This person is here, and this is who they are". Including himself.

For starters I live in an abandoned train car with Hot Dog which... actually tracks... Betty and Kevin aren't merely friends, they're dating. Cheryl's twin brother is alive, but he's not Jason, he's Julian. No sign of a Reggie yet. But Archie exists and he's pretty much a teen Charles Atlas... I've been waiting to reconnect with the one person who might shed some light on our predicament because she was both Chronokenetic and the town's guardian angel. My girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

He mentions that all of this information is "overwhelming, heartbreaking". But he doesn't say why because there are many reasons why. His best friends don't remember anything. Do they even really know him? With one one question he realizes that the person he loves doesn't love him back. But he breaks this way of introducing the "characters" when he introduces Veronica. It's all emotion. There's even a sexy jazz trumpet riff announcing her.

"Damn..." His thoughts whispered to him breathlessly. "Even in 1955, Veronica Lodge still knew how to make an entrance." He goes from boredom to attention. He straightens his shoulders, he sits up to see her better, and he doesn't blink. Like everyone else, and very unlike him, his whole attention is on her.

THE PILOT

Now that we've gone through the five major stories we know he writes, let's go back to the end to see the beginning. The last episode of the entire series ends with a typewriter. All of the stories mentioned above are stories written within the main one. Riverdale itself is a story (possibly Archie Comics fanfiction) written by Jughead.

The pilot itself, as all TV shows, has a narrative woven throughout. There's characters, conflict, plot, etc. Though the episode opens with Jason's murder the pilot was never about that. Hell, Jughead is barely featured in it. We see him two significant times. The first time is two minutes in, where he's drinking his coffee writing his story. And he says the classic line, "We were still talking about the Fourth of July tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town." We are introduced to Veronica Lodge, by Jughead, right after we're introduced to him. At this point he's only named Cheryl and Jason Blossom as that is the impetus for this show/season. "There needs to be a dead body".

The pilot is about Veronica. She moves to Riverdale, she meets Archie and Betty, she mentions Our Town, and her desire for Archie is established. Compared to Veronica, it takes 8 minutes to mention Jason again and 10 minutes to bring him back into the plot. Then nothing significant happens with him until the very end of the episode! But even after that brief interlude it's only 5 minutes later Veronica is given her first conflict. And by the halfway point, she's thoroughly decimated said conflict.

So, Miss Auteur, why are you bringing this up?

Because Riverdale was supposed to be about Archie. But by the end of the first half of the first episode Veronica is the only character to have a full plot arc and even an epilogue! More importantly, she is immediately woven into the fabric of the town. Even though the Varchie romance is introduced we must remember how the episode is being framed.

If you compare the narration to the writing on Jughead's laptop, it doesn't match up. Cole Sprouse might have read everything on said laptop and it was shortened for time. But, I wouldn't read too much into the discrepancies. I mean, the previous two pages are exact copies of each other lol. And while there might not be numbered pages it's at least four and I'm baffled about what he could have written prior to the opening lines. Also, as a writer, there are the things we think we're going to write and the things we actually do write (For example, I wrote a 16 chapter 100k+ Zack and Cody fanfic, and I didn't know the show existed! The Suite Adult Life). Our thoughts vs our words carry weight to a story. An argument can be made that either position is the most important. Is it better to write out that which we keep so closely guarded so it may live on in infamy? Or are the most profound thoughts those we keep closest to our chests?

Though one little line stands out when I do read it...

"See, the Blossoms had their tendrils wrapped around the entire town - no one wanted to make enemies of them."

Who is the person not wrapped up in their tendrils? And who immediately made an enemy of Cheryl Blossom?

Bisous, Bisous... Votre Auteur.

[basicbatboys]

Part Two (Request for #32)

Here is the part two some of y'all requested! Thank you for your engagement!

Pt. 1

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You tried to play it off, pretending like you didn’t know what he meant so you laughed lightly. “What? Jay, what are you talking about?” You asked. Your eyebrows knit together and you stood stone-still, afraid he could see how badly you were shaking. 

This was it. You’d been so afraid of this moment and here it finally was. How he figured it out, you had no idea. You were freaking out on the inside but you tried to tell yourself there was still hope. Maybe he was kidding. 

“You are Havoc. I don’t know what kind of sick game you’ve been playing but infiltrating my personal life is another level of evil. I’m going to take a lot of pleasure in killing you, but don’t let that fuel your ego.”

Your knees just about gave out. What the fuck was he talking about killing you for? You backed up until you hit the cabinets behind you with a loud thunk. 

“J-Jason…” You sputtered. It was no use. From his waistband he pulled out a gun and began to load it. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. He was slow and methodical about his movements, knowing you weren’t going anywhere. You should run, you should do anything but you couldn’t find it in you to move at all. You were stuck. 

“Don’t try anything Havoc. I’m not letting you go now that you know my identity. I can’t believe how stupid I am!” He laughed thickly, swallowing hard as the gun was finally loaded. He aimed and placed a finger on the trigger. “I gave everything to you. I gave you everything.” He reiterated. You could see the gun shake as he did, obviously tortured by the whole situation.

Some sort of hope blossomed inside of you and you took a shaky step forward. Maybe he could be reasoned with. “Jason. Please. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anything. Please, please put the gun down.” You begged. It wasn’t until just now that you realized you were crying. You let the sobs wrack your body, hoping to appeal to his humanity. You were trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, trying to figure out how he knew your secret until it clicked. 

Red Hood. Jason Todd was the Red Hood. 

That’s how he figured it out, he had access to all of Batman’s technology and he had probably been digging for months trying to figure out who you were until he finally let himself realize the truth. You imagined how hard that must’ve been for him, how betrayed he must feel and you let yourself fall to the floor as the weight of guilt came crashing. 

Guilt? Was it guilt? Were you capable of feeling guilt? You hadn’t thought so. You decided to override your emotions and turn on your instincts. This was life or death and no time for analyzing your silly ‘feelings’. 

“Don’t play mind games with me.” He demanded, standing fast and letting the chair clatter to the floor beneath him. “You can’t escape this one. You’re dead.”

You covered your head with your hands, crying and screaming and praying this would just end soon because jeez your throat was starting to hurt. He was being so frustrating. Why, of all people, did Red Hood have to be the one to be following you? You should’ve moved to Blüdhaven, maybe then you wouldn’t be held at gunpoint in your kitchen. 

After a moment, you wondered why he hadn’t pulled the trigger yet. You looked up at him and realized the gun was down and he was staring at the ground, somewhere else. Slowly, you moved to a sitting position and waited for him to speak. 

It felt like hours before he finally said anything. 

“I love you, you know.” He choked. 

You think your heart broke. God, was he getting you to open up?

Come to think of it, Jason was the only person who ever made you feel like, well, a person. Everyone else had kicked you to the dirt but Jason was always there for you. You saw a future with him. You saw a life worth living when you thought of him. 

Fuck.  

“Jason.” You whispered, slowly standing. You held your hands up, showing you meant no harm. 

“It’s true. I am Havoc. I know you know but… Well, you’re right I guess. I don’t know. Listen, I’ll stop. I’ll give it up for you. Hell, I’ll even fight alongside you. I’ll… I’ll do anything. I just don’t want to lose you.”

Jason mumbled something you couldn’t hear. 

“What?” You asked, taking a cautious step toward him. 

“What about the people you’ve killed.” He bellowed, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard. 

You stumbled back in fear and again the tears began to flow. “Jason.” You sobbed, “Please don’t do this. I can be saved. I think I’m sick, I think there’s something wrong with me.”

He shook his head. “You can’t pull that card, you’ve been to Arkham. You had a chance at rehabilitation.”

You shook your head too. “NO! You don’t understand! Arkham is an awful place, they don’t care about the criminally insane, we’re treated like animals there. I was forcefed so many pills I forgot my name. That’s not rehabilitation. The doctors are no better than the people they ‘treat’.”

“You are not a person. Not to me.” 

He unloaded the gun and stuck it back in his waistband. “Listen to me.” He demanded. 

“I don’t want to see you again. Not as you, not as Havoc. You stay the fuck out of trouble and stay the fuck out of my life. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, backing up toward the cabinet again. “I understand.” It was better this way. He should stay away from you, you were no good for him. He was right. You’re not a person. 

But you might be someday. You were right too, the emotion you were feeling was guilt, and it was crushing.

-----

Jason left that day without another word and you collapsed back on your kitchen floor and allowed yourself to heave and sob and feel everything you hadn’t felt in years. Who knew all it took was a breakup with your true love to straighten you out? 

After that, you kept your word.  You went to therapy, real therapy, and got help. You worked on yourself. You became better. The best part?

You got really damn good at axe throwing.

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

MDNI

What if Jason left with you instead of Rose after Dick reveals he killed Jericho?

Warnings: Spicy time 🔥, Reader was supposed to be gn 🤔🤔 but during spicy time, reader has a poosay

"Jason!" You sighed out in relief. You were at a screaming match with Rachel after she and the older members of the Titans pointed fingers at Jason for little shit planted in their rooms that reminded them of not so nice memories.

You then realised your friend had gone missing, and in a state of panick, you started to run around the tower, trying to look for him. Before you went to check the roof, hoping that he wasn't doing anything stupid, the elevator opened with a hard-staring Dick and red-eyed Jason.

You're filled with relief as you run up to your best friend, careful not to embrace him yet, in case Jason gets too overwhelmed.

As Dick gathers everyone for a "meeting," your hand gently rests on Jason's cheek as he avoids eye contact, looking at the ground, mumbling an "I'm sorry."

Your thumb rubs his rough skin back and forth while your other hand holds his own. "Shh, Jason, you have nothing to be sorry for. Dick just told us that it was Deathstroke planting all that shit," you explain to him.

Jason just sucks in a breath and lightly shrugs your hands away. "We need to listen to what Dick's about to talk about," he mutters, walking towards the small glass table.

You take a seat beside him, not forgetting to send a glare towards the other Titans, a sign to apologise to Jason now for blaming him, but all their focus is locked towards the leader.

Before Dick speaks, you gently nudge Jason's ankle with your foot. As he looks over, you try to send a comforting smile to which Jason sighs and just turns away, which broke your heart.

You couldn't deny your undying attraction towards your friend. He was the first person to talk to you when you joined. He taught you a lot of things as your friendship blossomed. He taught you how to fight, how to use any weapons correctly, and how to fight blindfolded. He even introduced you to some of his favourite novels and authors, to which you found out how much of a nerd he was. This surprised you since when you talked with the other Titans, they described Jason as idiotic or and asshole or could barely read the back of a cereal box.

Sure, Jason had a lot of flaws, but he's always been so kind to you. Shit, after that encounter with Deathstroke, you saw Jason as the bravest person ever.

Unfortunately, when a certain, thorny Rose joined the Titans, his attention shifted to her, leaving you behind. And no doubt, did Jason tell you about their intimate encounter as they shared a kiss. Jason already asked you for advice on what he should do after Rose stormed out of his room upon finding her brother's vinyl. From that moment, you tried so hard to push your feelings down because no way could you compete with badass, pretty, perfect Rose Wilson.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you instantly scoffed after Dick reveals that it was himself and not Deathstroke who killed Jericho.

"You killed my fucking brother?" Rose raises her voice. You didn't really like Rose when you first met her. No doubt you were suspicious of her when she joined, but Gar kept telling you that Rose is a Titan now and has nothing to do with her father. But you could understand her rage after Dick confessed.

You shook your head, not wanting to hear any bullshit. "Nah..." You quietly said, enough for all the members to hear and turn their attention to you. "This team is a shit show. I'm out." You get up from your seat and headed was about to head to your room.

"I'm leaving too," Rose says, about to follow suit.

"I'm going with her," Jason chimes in. Both you and Rose quickly turn your attention to Jason. Your heart broke when you thought he was leaving with Rose. "With Y/n. C'mon, let's go." Jason grunts, grabbing hold of your arm, trying to take you towards your rooms located beside each other.

"Guys, please," Dick calls out.

"You don't get to tell me what to do anymore, Dick. What any of us does," Jason yells out.

"Listen-"

"No, this is too much, Dick!" You yell back. "Look at us! You go off telling lies. All of these nitwits point fingers at Jason for shit he couldn't have possibly done! You can hardly call this a team!"

"Y/n, please. We already established that it was Deathstroke who planted everything." Dick tries to reason out.

"Ok." You say, crossing your arms. "Give me names."

Dick stares back in confusion. "What?"

You wave to the other members. "Give me the names of any of these assholes who apologised to Jason because he had said so many times he didn't draw those crosses, or put the soda bottle, the bourbon bottle or the picture in any of their rooms. So, one more time, who fucking apologised."

The room stayed dead silent. Looking around, you saw all members avoiding your gaze while Gar stayed sat on the counter with a sad look on his face. You couldn't see it, but nothing but adoration was shown across Jason's face as he looked at you.

You nodded, feeling disgusted to be a part of this team. "Ok." You whispered. "Ok, let's go, Jay." You said, pulling Jason by his wrist and finally head to your rooms. From the distance, you could hear the faint murmurs of agreement and hear some of the other members willing to leave too.

You went into your own room to pack your things. As Jason was about to head into his own room, he felt a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from doing so.

"What the hell, Jason?" Rose says. "You're going with her?"

Jason shrugs. "Yeah? What about it?"

"What about us?" Rose scoffs in disbelief.

"What about us?"

She scoffs once more, rolling her eye. "Did that kiss mean nothing? I thought he had something going on," she shifts her weight to one leg and places a hand on her hip, waiting for a response.

"You said it yourself. It was a thing that happened. Besides, I didn't even want you in my room in the first place! And you are just like the other Titans. You blamed me for having that vinyl of your brothers that I didn't even know belonged to him! Now piss pff, I gotta pack," he says, shrugging her off and heading towards his room.

When Jason finishes shoving whatever clothes and stuff he can into a duffel, he steps out, and you await for him, leaning against the wall beside his door.

"You sure you wanna leave?" You ask.

"Let's just get outta here."

"With me?" You call out just as he walks past you.

Jason turns to face you. "What? Of course, why not with you? I trust you. You're my best friend."

You shrug a shoulder. "I dunno. Guess I thought you would've left with Rose. Thought the two of you had something going on."

"Why does everyone keep saying that," he whispers to himself, making it unable for you to hear. "She means nothing to me. I want to go with you. Unless.. You don't want me to go with you?" He suggests, feeling deflated.

You quickly shook your head and held his hand, smiling at him. "Let's get out of here."

Jason gently smiles back, accepting your hand in his as the two of you head out of Titans tower.

A taxi is already parked outside, waiting for the two of you as you both step in. Neither of you really knows where you're going. You know Jason doesn't want to go back to Wayne Manor in Gotham, so you just tell the driver to drive far away from the tower.

You nudge your shoulder against Jason's as he turns his head to look at you. "Were you at the roof?" You hesitated to ask, not wanting to trigger anything emotional.

Jason deeply sighs. "Yeah. 'm sorry. But can we not talk about this? Please."

You slightly nod, laying your head on Jason's shoulder as you pick at your cuticles on your fingers. "You've nothing to apologise for."

He doesn't smile or anything. But he appreciates your presence. He takes one of your hands and embraces it with his own, preventing you from further picking on your skin, and you smile at the gesture.

The two of you get out of the taxi in a random location. You follow Jason, leading you to a big, rich-looking house.

Stepping on the porch, Jason kicks the door down. "Heard this family was going to be away for a month," he says, entering the home.

"And you heard that...where?" You asked, rolling your eyes as you followed him in.

The only response he gave you was a cheeky grin in which you playfully scoff in return.

You drop you bag and fell limk onto the couch. "Holy shit, this couch is more comfortable than my bed at the tower."

Jason then mets himself fall on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs. "Jason!" You groan. His head lays in your chest, getting comfy in his position.

"Oh yeah, you're so right," he says.

"Alright, alright, get off of me," you giggle, pushing him off. You sit up, Jason sitting next to you as you form a sly smirk on your face. "Fridge."

The two of you rush to the fridge, and just as you were about to open it, Jason comes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you squeal and turning around, placing you down as he opened up the fridge.

"Jesus, how many sausages do these people need?" He questions, rummaging around the fridge.

"Man, they have a pool too," you say, looking through the glass door that lead to the back. "Rich motherfuckers," you mutter. "So what do we do now?" You ask just as Jason successfully pulls out a beer from the bottom of the fridge. He places it on the counter before placing his hands on your waist.

"Anything we want, babe," he says, smiling down at you.

You lightly giggle, smiling back at him. Regretfully, your eyes shift down to his lips, quickly returning back to his gaze. You cleared your throat, stepping back, letting his arms fall from your hips.

"I'm gonna check out the rest of the house," you awkwardly say, throwing your thumb over your shoulder. Jason rubs the back of his neck in equal awkwardness as he nods, letting you roam the rest of the house.

"Okay, there are like 5 bedrooms up there," you say as you come back downstairs, meeting a slumped Jason sitting on the couch, finishing a second bottle.

"Jay? What's wrong?"

He sighs, placing his bottle on the coffee table in front of him. "I don't think I can stay here with you."

Your shoulders sag down. What happened? Did you do something? Did you say something? "What.. What do you mean..?" You hesitated before taking a seat beside him.

He couldn't say anything and just stared at the half empty bottle in front of him.

"Are you... Did you change your mind?" You weakly ask, making Jason look at you. "Did you wanna go with Rose instead?" Your voice slightly cracked.

His eyebrows scrunch together. "What?? No! I mean- Shit!" He groans in exasperation, rubbing his face harshly with both his hands. "I can't just stay with you here and just be friends with you!"

"What the fuck are you talking abo-"

"I like you, okay? I really like you, and staying here with you, I'm just going to fuck everything up!"

"Jay-"

"I can't stay here without wanting you every second!"

"Jason-"

" I can't stay here without needing to be with you, and not just as a friend!"

"Jason!"

"What?!" Jason chest heaves up and down, out of breath and tears threatening to fall down his face.

"You're really selfish, you know that?" You say, an annoyed expression on your face. Jason's heart breaks. He thinks you say he's selfish for confessing his feelings to you instead of keeping it a secret, ultimately ruining your friendship. "You were just going to leave after saying that? Did you not think that, I don't know, that I felt the same? Was that not a possibility to you?" You ask in disbelief. "I can't believ-"

You were quickly caught off as Jason took a few steps towards you, taking your face gently in his hands, pulling you close to connect his lips with yours.

Teeth clashed, and tongues fought, and as he pulled away to take a breath, your lips tried chasing back after his. The two of you shared a short, loving stare before you locked lips once more, your hands bunching up handfuls of his shirt in your fists, trying to pull him even closer.

"You've no idea how much I wanted this," Jason tries to say, muffled by the need to keep kissing you.

"Mm, me- me too," you struggled to say back. You couldn't stop your hands from trailing down his chest, down his torso, and grabbing the hem of his shirt, trying to tug it up.

"Clearly," Jason chuckles, noticing your forwardness.

As your hands lift his shirt higher, he helps you take his off as you almost drool at the sight of his abs, his happy trail slightly peeking out from his jeans.

As Jason leans to kiss you again, he walks forward, leading you to towards the back glass door. You two shared giggles and giddiness at the clumsiness of trying to get out, making your way to the double sun bed in front of the pool while stripping away your clothes.

You lay down on the bed, and Jason leans over you, leaving kisses on your lips, to your jaws, down your neck, and all over your chest and down your stomach.

"Ngh, Jay, stop that," you groan, trying to stop yourself from giggling with excitement.

"Stop what, babe," he says. You can feel him smirking against your skin.

"Stop fucking teasing," you barely say through a whisper. "Fuck me already or I'm wrapping this up," you threaten.

"Really?" Jason says, and before you could reply, he licks a long stripe along your already soaking pussy.

Your back arches from the sudden sensation as your hand pulls against Jason's hair, and the other scrunches up the sheets.

"Fuck, you taste so good," Jason moans, causing you to whine in pleasure.

"Oh, please- more, please, Jay!" You cried, tugging on his hair more. Jason's mouth detaches from your cunt and you cry from the loss of warmth. He leans back up, gazing into your eyes in absolute adoration.

He places a light kiss on your lips, leaning his forhead against yours while sliding a condom on.

"You ready?" He quietly asks. You nod in response, but he shakes his head. "I need words, babe."

"Yes- Yes! Please- fuck!" You gasp as Jason slides himself inside of you. He waits for a response from you, letting you adjust to this new experience. "Mm, yeah, yeah you can move."

Jason groans as he starts thrusting in and out. "Shit- this okay? Ya feel good?" He grunts.

"Yes, yes, fuc- ngh, so good, Jay!" You moaned, your fingers crawing down his back.

His thrusts became faster and harder, hitting that sweet spot every time, making both your moans and whines wind together.

"Ja-Jay, I-"

"I know, I know, babe. Fuck- I got you," he groans, finding your hand limp beside you, intertwining your fingers with his. "C'mon, cum for me, sweetheart."

You cry, your back arched, screaming his name.

"Just give me a sec, N/n, almost there," he says, continuing to pump his cock in your wet cunt.

Your arm wraos around his neck as you bury your face between his jaw and shoulder. "I- fuck, I love you- love you so much, Jay," you whimper.

Jason's eyes widen, his cock balls deep into your pussy, groaning loudly at your claim. His seed shoots out his tip.

He throws the condom to the side, weakly laying beside you, turning to his side, pulling you by your hip closer to his body. Your finger traces along his skin, connecting his moles, pretending they're a constellation before planting a kiss to his collar bone, then snuggling closer to him.

In return, Jason placed a kiss to the crown of your head, holding you close in his embrace.

"I love you too," his raspy voice chimes as the two of you fall asleep, skin to skin, waiting for the next day to arrive.

Neither of you knows what you're going to do with your lives now. But right now, it didn't matter.

[wolfofansbach]

Personal thoughts and meditations upon the occasion of the Riverdale series finale. 

Probably like four people are going to read this but I feel compelled to write it out anyway. This show has genuinely been a massive part of my life. I watched the first episode because some high school friends encouraged me to (IRONICALLY, BRO). I was in high school when I started this show. Those friends of course long ago fell away, unable to continue, unable to wacth anymore, but I have kept the faith. All seven seasons. Every. Single. Episode.

I’m not even entirely sure what captivated me so much about the show. I loved the atmosphere of season 1. I genuinely wanted to find out who killed Jason Blossom. Was genuinely fucked up by episode 1 x 12 and the first season finale.

I have such fond memories of watching the first season. I distinctly remember a road-trip I Tok with my friends the summer of 2017, and joking about  maple syrup drug empires and the “weirdo” line back when that was the wildest scene on the show. Joking about how sick of the song ‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons (2017) we were. 

And then I decided to get involved in a fandom for the first time in a couple of years, and so I revived my old Tumblr, and I began Posting. And reading posts.  

That was my last summer after high school and I was so nervous about college but this show and this fandom helped me get through it. My freshman year I lived in a dorm, and if you wanted to watch TV you had to go down to this common room, so every Thursday I would go down there like an hour ahead of time and occupy the place to make sure the remote was in my hands by 7 PM. A few times I failed, and I missed an episode because of it. But rarely! 

I remember that slowly dawning feeling as season 2 progressed. Scrolling my Tumblr feed and slowly seeing people come to the realization: “wait…is it just me or does this show actually suck.” Was kind of frustrating at the time, realizing that the writers just like…were bad, but in retrospect? Beautiful. Incredible. Legendary. 

And you could even say that’s where the fun really began. Yes, there’s plenty to hate, but also Riverdale is brilliant. The show of all time. For real. No other show has done it like Riverdale. They just haven't, and they never will. The age of the cable television teen drama is ending, and what a hell of a last hurrah Riverdale has been.

The Red Circle. Jingle Jangle. The Gargoyle King. Edgar Evernever and his fantastic rocket. Bret Weston Wallis and Donna Sweett (genuinely cannot say their names without giggling). Jughead getting hit in the head with a rock and faking his death for like…some reason? I genuinely can’t remember, something to do with the Hardy Brothers idk. Tabitha sprinkling the devil with the tears of the Virgin Mary. The normies can laugh all they want about “epic highs and lows” but do they remember the even funnier lines like “if there’s no wedding, that means the gargoyle king has won” or “word of my exploits serving Nick his comeuppance…” THEY NEVER WILL. ONLY THE TRUE FAITHFUL UNDERSTAND. 

And is silly as it all was, I have genuine affection for these characters. Like Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Archie, Cheryl, Toni, actually mean a lot to me. YES they’re fake but I want the best for them (and for Beronica to be canon but you know we can’t win them all). I’m genuinely grateful that this show has existed and been a part of my life for the past six years. 

Moreover, I credit this show for seriously getting into writing. I’ve actually written almost a million words of Riverdale fanfiction. Much of it will never see the light of day, but it exists. Maybe I even have one or two left in me, I don’t know. At the very least I’d like to finish a few uncompleted fics. But I’ve also branched out. Since I started seriously writing in 2017, I’ve also finished several original manuscripts, and who knows, maybe one day I’ll get one published. Stranger things have happened. 

So, thanks Roberto.

And thanks to all of the very cool people I’ve run into in this fandom. I honestly wish I’d gotten to know most of you better, but them’s the breaks. Hopefully this isn’t weird but I’m going to tag a few people in particular. 

@village-skeptic. I know you’re not in the fandom anymore (lucky you), but thank you for, once upon a time, reading every one of the 200,000+ words of a 17-year-old kid’s turgid, indulgent, Riverdale Spanish Civil War fan fiction. I never, ever would have finished that story without you, and I credit it with giving me the confidence to keep writing, and in fact to write everything I’ve written since then. You’re brilliant and awesome. 

@satelliteinasupernova. Thank you for also reading Interbellum (are we noticing a pattern), and more importantly for all of your wonderful drawings. INCLUDING fanart of some of my fics. You have no idea how happy that Strange Death of Elizabeth Cooper piece made me. You rule. 

@sullypants. You were a perennial presence on my feed. Always wonderful to see. I love your taste in art, and I love those ‘penguin classics’ covers you made for a few of my fics. Thank you also for beta reading a few fics for me back in the glory days. And thank you for chatting with me a couple times over the years, including a few times when I was in quite unhappy places. 

@stillhidden. I’m not sure if we’ve ever actually talked, but you like or reblog everything I post and it makes me feel like I’m not just shouting into the void. Same goes for @frauleinfunf Thank God for dutiful mutuals. 

@sonyascomet. I can’t remember when I started following you but you have a really good sense of humor. And I’ll always remember when you kept posting about “Greg” for Succession and I, not knowing anything about Succession, kept imagining Greg Heffley. 

@stillhidden thank you for your world-weary Riverdale posts. You truly understand fandom like few others.

@halcooper. Your devotion to the neglected parents of Riverdale is truly admirable. Every time I see Lochlyn Munro in some weird low budget horror movie I’ll think of you.

I hope I didn’t forget anyone who would be offended by my forgetting, but I doubt it. 

All this to say this show has been a genuinely huge part of my life for six years. SIX YEARS. I graduated college, my God. I wish I could say I became a millionaire or a successful author in that time, but nah. Maybe one day, but for now I’m just kind of vibing. And unfortunately, I’ll have to vibe without Riverdale from now on. 

But as I sit myself down to watch the very last episode of this show, I remind myself that we’ll always have the memories. And I’ll always be an unapologetic Riverdale enjoyer. As a great man once said, snakes don’t shed their skins so easily. 

[fadeintoyou1993]

It was the ultimate cliffhanger. Clifford Blossom had killed himself. But why? Life's not an Agatha Christie novel. It's a lot messier. Turns out, maple syrup was a front for his true business: transporting heroin from Montreal on his trucks. A narrative quickly emerged: That Jason Blossom learned about dear old Dad's drug running, and threatened to expose the truth; which led to Jason's abduction at the hands of a Southside Serpent named Mustang, and then to Jason's murder at the hands of his father. Clifford killed Mustang to cover his tracks, making it look like he'd overdosed, and tried to implicate a rival businessman, Hiram Lodge, as having masterminded the whole thing. And, oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Mr. Blossom threatened my life, so that my dad would confess to pulling the trigger, even though all he did was clean up the mess. And he would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for a group of pesky kids who uncovered the truth. Even as Clifford Blossom, consumed by guilt and shame, took the coward's way out, Jason's murder had revealed some dark truths none of us were too eager to face - especially not Mayor McCoy, who wanted every last vestige of corruption crushed like a snake under a boot heel. [...] We had many milkshakes that night, and we all felt that as dangerous as the world around us had become, here, at least in this booth, we were safe. [...] Imagine this instant, frozen in time. People will look back at this as the exact moment that last bit of Riverdale's innocence finally died. When darkness won. Marked by an act of violence that was anything but random.

RIVERDALE (20217-2023) Chapter Thirteen: The Sweet Hereafter