I jumped onto the train for awhile now but now I have to contribute to it in some way.
I ain’t talking about the stereotypical teens that adults always talk about, I’m talking about the dorks that still laugh at the iCUP joke.
But like…aliens don’t know how teens are because all they have heard from adults is how stupid and immature teens could be.
“Their rebellious and they won’t appreciate a single thing you do for them.” Human Rachel growled. “I wouldn’t want them as part of the crew.”
“But were you not a ‘teen’ once yourself?” Srytx gurgle, slightly confused.
“Exactly.” She huffed. “So I know how they work. Take it from me, teens aren’t what you want Srtyx.”
From the little warnings the adult humans have given the aliens makes them all worry as inevitably they are forced to harbor the human teens as well.
There were many things Gypr was afraid of, but this had his pelt flash blue in worry. If the humans were warning them about their own kin was not something that stirred well in his glands.
He shook his head and walked into the room that harbored the teens and two adults.
Some were as small as 4 ft while others simply towered over most adults. They all seemed dissinterested, some of the females talking in a corner while the males were being annoyingly loud. There were groups of mixed genders and others with only a single gender.
Gypr let our a shrill whistle between his fangs causing the humans present to turn to him. The two adults looked severely unconfortable which was understandable, his species did not give off peaceful vibes they were predatory by nature.
“Welcome humans,” Gypr announced. “Human adults will you please go in through that door they have a conference there for the human adults alone. Many of our other humans have said it is best to seperate the youth from them.”
The two adults nodded and turned to give biting glares at the teens. Some payed close attention while the other sniffed and turned away.
“Don’t cause trouble.” The human male growled before they both walked off into the room.
Gypr was slightly confused, they were not very friendly with each other.
As soon as the door closed, Gypr was able to see something…odd.
The loud teens from before continued to make and Crack jokes which eased some of the teens within the group. They positioned themselves to be more of a circle rather than the scattered mess they were in before.
The girls glanced around almost disinterested, but Gypr could see that they were looking for something.
Two teens stepped forward, one a male and the other a female.
The male bowed while the female gave a nod of her head.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The male smiled when he rose.
“Sup dude.” The female echoed. “I’m Angel and this is my friend Stan, we were informed that you’d be helping us out till we moved onto another ship?”
“Yes of Course I am Gypr,” the alien hummed. “I was told by several humans that you do not obey simple rules, I must inform you that anyone that breaks the rules will be punished by the other humans as the captain sees fit.”
“Oh the adults told you that hu?” Human Angel snorted. “Of course they would, stupid ass adults don’t know what the hell their talking about.”
“What my friend means,” Stan interjected. “Is that we understand the implications given, and I assure you no one in our crew will step out of line.”
Gypr, slightly confused, nodded. He started to walk, knowing that the humans would follow.
“Hey Gypr,” Human angel raced to stand next to him. “I have a few questions, and I was hoping you’d be able to answer them.”
“Of course anything you need Human angel.”
Angel stood in front of him stopping them from moving any further.
“You are going to show us our rooms right?”
“That was the plan Human angel.”
“Are we going to be situated with any of the adults?”
“Yes unfortunately we do not have rooms for every single person, so we Andre forced to compromise. Their are ten people to a room Human angel.”
“Are we allowed to choose who we go with and who goes with the adults?”
“The captain nor the humans malentioned any rooming arrangements so I assume it is fine, unless situated otherwise. There are 30 of you we have two open rooms for 10 each but the others will be scattered with human adults.”
Gypr was expecting anger and fighting amongst the group. But Human angel and human Stan only nodded.
“Okay that’s good,” Human Stan grinned. “Are we forced to do any activities with adults?”
“No, adults mentioned that they would not get any work done with younglings like yourself in the immediate vicinity, so you will not interact with any adults unless you so desire.”
Gypr was surprised when about eight of the teens sobbed in relief, earning pats and hugs from their other humans. Gypr surprise and confusion must have shown as Human Stan came to explain.
“Some of us have had bad run in with adults, they treat us like kids and in turn brush us aside, however their are a few of us who have been wronged by adults and we wish to keep them as far apart as possible.” Human Stan explained. “Adults categorize us a certain way because they believe that they know what is best despite us being perfectly capable of making our own decisions. Not all of us are like that, but in my group we try our bests. Please exuse me and angel as we wish to comfort our friends.”
Human Stan bowed again before racing off to hold one of his shaking male friends.
“Human Angel, I was unaware that Human Adults did not treat all you’d fairly.” Gypr was slightly horrified.
“Trust us, some of us were the same way. It took forever to realize what’s wrong with our crew, and we can’t really do much about it either. There are a lot of humans that do not understand the precious life that we hold and will often abuse it as they wish. It is not only human adults who do this, but Human elderly, teens and children as well.” Human Angel sighed miserably, a sound that Gypr was told teens do not make. “Everything is so jacked up Gypr, but we learn to deal with what we have. I promise you we will try our best to not cause any trouble but please note that if push comes to shove we will probably be yelling at the other human adults aboard. It is not out of rebellion but we are all tired of the way we are treated arena as such arguments happen.”
Gypr stood staring at her with his three eyes, he would need to update the manual on human teens.
He stood staring as the human teens eventually calmed each other down and we’re ready to start moving once again.
“You have not mentioned to called you only by name Human Angel and Human Stan, most other Humans are irritated by being called Human before their name.” Gypr rumbled as they stopped for lunch.
“Not all of us are like that.” Human Stan supplied. “But if it makes you feel more comfortable calling us that way, by all means go ahead. Just remember some human won’t always appreciate the way you speak.”
Gypr looked down as his meal, his pelt flashing green as he calmed himself.
Human teens were most mesmerizing.
a playing-around-trying-out-new-things-and-effects piece of my favourite boy in the world. who i haven’t drawn in like a year. i miss him. i miss him so much my sweetest boy who probably spends all summer painting in jehan’s garden
Request: “hi i was wondering
if you could do a fluffy sirius x reader where they’re just cuddling and talking
about their future together (like having kids, getting married) idk ah i really
love your writing btw !!”
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 1034
It was very late on a Monday night. Most were sound asleep, but
the toll that had taken its place on all the exhausted students due to the most
dreaded day of the week didn’t seem to affect you and Sirius. Instead, you were
lying on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, cuddling by the fire with a pleasant
type of lethargy. You both kept saying how it was time to go up to your actual
beds, since you both had the same early potions class tomorrow morning, but the
urgency had seeped from your bones, being replaced by a thick laziness that
weighed you down blissfully. The more you fought against it, the heavier it
got. Eventually, you had simply accepted that you would probably talk into the
early hours of the morning, only falling into sleep when you had no more words
to say. Sirius’ arms were the most peaceful place in the world, it was no
wonder why you had no desire to leave your spot.
“What would you have our wedding be like?” He asked after a long
comfortable silence, his nose touching yours as he spoke.
“Our wedding?” You yawned. “Who said I’d marry you?”
Sirius let out a soft chuckle, his eyelids heavy.
“I know you’ll say yes when the day comes. You can never resist
today was counterproductive ;-; i wrote a to-do list for today which consisted of mostly house chores and i kind of h8 myself for doing these other things only to avoid the one thing that was important and that was my design history research summaries. but hey what was cute is that my boyfriend dropped by some ink for my printer cause i ran out a few weeks ago and i really needed to print a few things for tomorrow so that was a sweet little highlight of the day c: so i ended up printing hardcopies of my readings for design history because i work better that way but my attempt in actually doing the summary was a complete flop and i failed miserably *sighs @ myselF*
Request: Could you do a one shot or series Modern au with Bucky Barnes and x reader with the Mr and Mrs Smith ( Pitt-Jolie❤️ forever) plot and or theme?? Love your writing btw!
A/N: Love this idea! Love this movie! The beginning does sound a lot like the beginning of the movie which it does (I’ve changed it up a little) but I’m going to try to change the story up a bit so it’s not a straight copy.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
“Can I just say, to start this off, that we don’t need to be here.” Bucky leaned forward a bit, trying to get more comfortable in his chair then leaned back again. “See, we’ve been married for 5 years.”
“6.” You corrected as you crossed your legs.
“Right. 5-6 years and to us this is just a routine - like a little check up.”
The marriage counselor nodded. “Alright. Why don’t we get started then. On a scale from 1-10, how happy are you as a couple?”
“8.” You instantly said but Bucky put up his hands.
“Wait,” he said “10 being perfectly happy and 1 being totally miserable?” You sighed in annoyance making the counselor look over at you.
“Just respond instinctively.” he responded, bringing his attention back to your husband.
“Ok.” Bucky looked over at you. “Ready?”
“8.” You both said in unison.
The counselor eyed the two of you but didn’t say anything. “Okay then. How often are you having sex?”
You fidgeted in your seat as your hands, in your lap, rubbed together. “I don’t understand the question.”
“Uh yeah, I’m lost. Is this a 1-10 thing?” Bucky asked.
“Yeah. So like, is 1 nothing? Because technically zero…” your hands were waving as you talked. “zero would be nothing.” you laughed awkwardly.
“Exactly.” Bucky laughed awkwardly with you. “And if we don’t know what 1 is than what is 10? And-”
The counselor put his hand up stopping his rambling. “This isn’t a 1-10 thing. It’s just a simple question. How often are you two having sex?”
You took a deep breath trying to figure out what to say and you guessed Bucky was having the same dilemma because he went silent as well.
“How about this week?” The counselor added trying to narrow down the time frame, noticing how tense the room just got.
You glanced down at your hands as your husband asked if the weekends were included - which you didn’t know why he’d ask that. He knew it wouldn’t have made a difference.
“Sure. The weekends count.”
The two of you went silent again, giving the counselor an answer. “Okay,” he cleared his throat. “Tell me how you two met.”
You smiled. “Well, it was in Romania.”
“Bucharest.” Bucky added, a small smile making its way onto his face at the memory. “5 years ago.”
You took a deep breath through your nose. “6.” You corrected once again.
Previous installment:Samhain(Jamie stumbles upon a new community)
“Jamie?” I called urgently across the evening-shadowed house, rustling the pages on the rolltop. “Jamie? Did you move my essay?”
Ah yes, My Essay:
Why should you be admitted to Harvard University’s Program for Correspondent Students?
Well, you see, honorable gentlemen of the admissions committee, my applications for medical school a few years hence—even if not at Ivy League institutions— will need to look as goddamned impressive as can possibly be mustered, since they will almost certainly be reviewed by a panel of elderly male fuddy-duddies like yourselves.
Thus, having Harvard University on my CV (even if it’s only for these pre-requisite courses), will only serve to impress said fuddy-duddies, and as a female with a spotty-at-best record in formal education, I need all the bloody help I can get.
The almost-final draft of my personal statement had been more subtle, but it was God’s honest truth.
I’d been working incessantly on the damned thing for weeks, sleeping little and poorly from the stress. I’d downed more coffee than I’d previously have deemed safe for human beings, and was looking and feeling decidedly the worse for wear for it all.
Meanwhile, my sainted husband had tirelessly picked up my slack with the house and with Bree night after night as I hunched over the desk, scribbling and scratching out. This last week, in particular, he’d given me more than enough space, bless him, speaking softly, keeping Bree out of my hair, giving kisses, but not initiating sex, nor even the casual touches that were so much a part of our daily rhythm with one another. I knew he meant well by it—to allow me to focus my non-hospital- and non-sleep-hours upon the task at hand… but LORD, another part of me wished that he would just hoist me out of my chair, throw me onto the ground, and give me an hour’s rough relief from my own mind and Harvard blasted University! I didn’t hold it against him, of course, and it would be over soon, in any case, but his walking on eggshells around me was its own breed of stress.
‘Stress’—such a tiny word for so much inner turmoil. It wasn’t just the essay in front of me or the way my gut had felt all tied in knots for the past week; it was the entire trajectory of which this was only the first step: the prerequisite courses, the MCATs, applications, interviews, medical school, internship, residency, fellowship—the next decade or more of my life! So much would hinge on every single decision I made from here on out. I couldn’t afford any mistakes, starting with this bloody essay.
I had put the entire packet together last night in the Manila envelope: application, references, ESSAY. Stamps, on. Addresses, penned. Seal…well…left UN-sealed, because I wasn’t bloody ready. And good thing, too, for I’d spent my entire shift that day replaying the words in my mind, every phrase sounding wretched, every choice of words trite or cliché or childish, and screaming for another revision. I’d rushed home, called a ‘hello, darling,’ to Jamie, who was tucking Bree in for the night, and then gone directly to the rolltop, still in my coat and hat, to read it through again and exorcise this demon. Except my packet wasn’t there.
“Jamie??” I called again, louder, my anxiety mounting. I hissed at two suddenpapercuts as I rummaged frantically again through the stack. “Darling? Did Penelope say anything about moving my—”
“Sassenach, keep your voice down, for God’s sake—” Jamie whispered loudly as he came around the living room door, looking harried. “Brianna’s only just gotten to sleep, lass!”
I lowered my voice but not my urgency, and I barely even looked up. “The envelope with my application and personal statement? Have you seen it? I swear, it was right on top of the stack with the blue folder here on the desk.”
“Oh, aye, I sent it in.”
“What?” I laughed weakly, still rummaging. “Ha-ha, very funny.”
“I did,” he said simply, “I mailed it in.”
I froze. And STARED at him. “What?”
“It was complete. The deadline was coming up in a few days; so,” he shrugged, ACTUALLY shrugged, “I mailed it in for ye.”
“It was NOT complete.”
The words came out low and lethal, and I could see Jamie’s shirt-too-tight-shrug that indicated he heard the danger in them. “Ye packed it all in the mailing envelope, no? It was ready to be submitted.”
“Yes, but I wasn’t ready to send it yet!”
He made a small sound of carefully-controlled exasperation. “Claire, mo chridhe, how should I have known th–”
“You should have asked! You should have called me at work to ASK!” I threw up my hands. “Not just assumed that I was ready to have it sent off without my permission!”
He squirmed perceptibly but wasn’t giving in. “Lass, you’ve been slaving over that essay for weeks. You’ve barely slept—You put it in the envelope, wi’ the address and stamps and everything. I read it again last night after ye went to bed and it was perfect.”
The truth was that despite my obsessing over it, it HAD probably been as bloody close to perfect as I could get it. I’d double-checked and triple-checked and quadruple-checked; revised and wordsmithed it to within an inch of its life. But I’d wanted to wait ‘til the very last moment to send it in, to feel absolutely certain it was as good as I could make it; and having that control so unexpectedly pulled out from beneath me—
“—Even if it had been, Jamie, you still had no—NO—bloody right—”
He ran his hands back through his hair. “Sassenach, come now, it’s no’ as though—”
“Jamie, this isn’t a recipe I’m sending to a Ladies’ Magazine!” I didn’t know what to do with my hands but they gestured wildly in my livid rage and tears. “This is—was—Harvard!”
“I ken it IS Harvard,” he said pointedly, putting his hands firmly on my shoulders “—and I ken you’re going to be ACCEPTED there when they read your—”
“And what the hell would YOU know about it?” I snapped, perceiving only the hurt flashing across his face before I was down the hallway and into the bathroom, locking the door. I yanked the shower handle and sunk down against the tub, letting the water mask the sounds of my weeping.
A few minutes later, Jamie was knocking softly on the door.
His voice was quiet, and, I thought, abashed. “Claire…? May I come in?”
I covered my mouth so he couldn’t hear me. I felt tears trickling over my hand but I wouldn’t open my eyes. It’s not the end of the world, Beauchamp.
A long silence.
He was leaning against the door, I thought.
“It was…an impulsive thing I did— I—” he sighed miserably. “—I thought better of it throughout the day, but…Christ, i’m sorry…It was foolish. I was wrong to do it…”
A long silence.
A long…long silence.
“I’m truly…truly sorry, Claire.”
I took a deep breath.
It would be alright. I hadn’t been ready, but the essay was fine. Jamie regretted what he’d done. It would be alright.
But I was too spent and too upset to consider opening the door.
He HAD been wrong to do it—knew not ten minutes after the post had gone that he’d made a grave error in judgement. But the essay had been perfect, BRILLIANT, and Claire had been so plagued by self-doubt over it. It was as if she had placed her entire sense of her own worth upon success in this single endeavor, this single writing. He’d simply wished her to feel as if she had finally accomplished the thing, after such a harrowing period these last few weeks.
But she was completely right: what he wished her to feel was irrelevant, and he had betrayed her trust. She was well within her rights not to be ready to forgive him.
He waited more than an hour, until long after he’d heard her enter the bedroom; giving her the space she apparently wanted. At last, though, he entered the darkened room.
She was already in bed with her back turned to him. Asleep? He couldn’t tell—but even if she were awake, he didn’t expect her to speak until morning. He deserved her fury for at least that long.
He undressed and slipped quietly under the covers, taking care not to jostle her. Without really thinking about it, he mirrored her posture, coming to rest on his side, facing away from her.
He listened to the clock tick and tried to let it lull him to sleep.
“Can’t you at least bring yourself to have sex with me?” Sharp. Wide awake. Dangerous.
Startled, he blurted, bewildered. “Bring myself—?”
He felt her bolt upright beside him, her hands slamming onto the bedspread. Her voice was still laced with anger, but desperate, forbye, and hurting. “Jamie, you haven’t touched me in a week! I need to—to feel close to—”
“You’ve never wished me to have ye during your courses before, Sassenach,” he said, scrubbing his hand over his face as he rolled onto his back. “Do ye really want to that badly tonight?” His ‘especially when you’re not too keen on me at the moment, in any case,’ was implied. He would serve her, of course, if she wished it, but–
“I’m not on my goddamned ‘courses,’ you absolute bastard!”
Jamie opened his mouth to fire back.
—but then, she gasped—
—a tiny sound, barely more than a sharp breath, really, but so deeply unlike Claire that—
He was on his knees beside her in an instant. She was kneeling on the mattress, too, clad in only her underclothes, both hands clapped over her mouth. “Oh, God,” she croaked between her fingers, her eyes wide and wide and wider.
“Mo ghraidh—?” He grappled for her face, pushing back the wildness of her hair to hold her between his hands. “Mo chridhe
“Oh—God!” she said again, eyes brimming and hyper-focused upon nothing, her mouth gaping open and shut, “—I didn’t—I was so busy, I hadn’t been—No—” she moaned softly as he lifted her and gathered her, cradled her to him. Her body was rigid, pushing back, and her head shaking violently back and forth. “No,” she wept, “no, no, it’s—Jamie, it’s too soon.“ He could see her eyes sparkling with life through her tears, even as she tried to resist the truth. “We can’t—can’t know for certain—not yet.”
“Six days, Claire—” he gasped, his free hand roaming up her back to cup her cheek, hard. “One day—two days, maybe, but—SIX?”
She lowered her fingers tentatively to graze the natural curve of her belly. Jamie watched in a trance as her palm slowly came to lay flat against her skin. “Oh, God,” she whispered, swaying on her knees and leaning her forehead against his shoulder as her arms came around him. “Jamie…Jamie…”
He held her and rocked her (THEM!) and kissed her, crying, laughing—but then remembered—
“I'm—truly sorry about the application, mo nighean donn,” he choked out, feeling the guilt seize this moment of joy. “It was your task—your choice—It wasna my place at all to—”
“Forgiven,” she whispered, putting her fingers to his lips and shaking her head. “Forgiven…. And I’m sorry, too….for what I said—I didn’t mean—”
He kissed her, and she kissed him, and there was nothing except her arms; her fingers cupping the back of his head; the taste of her tears and his; her lips; her sweet voice, breaking. “Jamie...Jamie, I’m so—happy—”
He couldn’t say a word. He could only nod his head slowly over and over again, completely overcome, his shoulders shaking. His heart felt ready to burst as he watched his wife, her face shining, go softly to her back and reach up for him. “Come to me?”
And he came to her, made love to her—the only woman he’d ever had; the only one he would ever have in his lifetime.
And as he lay awake long after, holding her, cupping the bairn that slept within her, he prayed; but unlike the night more than two years ago when he’d held Brianna in this same fashion, heart breaking from despair and fear and the looming specter of death, his prayer this night was hopeful and strong.
Could you write a jealous!Betty fic where Jughead befriends a tough girl who's basically the girl version of him at south side high so Betty feels insecure and tries to be more like the girl (short skirts, dark makeup, messy hair,etc.)? Thank you!!!
She was tucked into their normal booth at pops, sandwiched between Kevin and Veronica as she stared longingly at her boyfriend a few booths away, he was laughing and his arm was slung lazily over River Lewis. The one girl in the entire town who was sure to make Betty dig her nails into her palms and tighten her ponytail.
River was one of Jugheads new friends from the Southside, she was moody and sexy and she was everything Betty wished she could be, the girl had made it very clear she wasn’t interested in being Betty’s friend and seemed to be monopolizing all of Jugheads time as of lately. Of course Betty was happy he was making friends and it made her heart lighter to see him laughing and enjoying himself, but the tug in her heart was inevitable when he chose to sit with his new friends instead of her, the way he leaned into River would have any girlfriend feeling a little sick.
“She’s nothing compared to you B, she’s nasty and she’s a brat.” Veronica spoke quietly into her ear as she squeezed her shoulder. Betty looked up gratefully and sighed
“I just feel like he keeps pulling away.. like I’m not enough anymore. Like.. maybe this isn’t what he wants.” She gestured to her cheerleading uniform and dropped her head to Kevin’s shoulder, sighing miserably.
Kevin and Veronica shared a glance over their forlorn best friends head
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kevin asked with a wicked smile
Veronica nodded and smirked
“You’re the one that I want Grease Makeover?” She asked.
Betty looked up a confused look in her eyes as he friends dragged her out of the booth
“What?” She asked, daring a glance in Jugheads direction, he was staring at her,a curious look in his eyes as he moved to stand, River slapped a hand to his thigh dragging him back down.
Something hardened in Betty’s eyes before she turned away from the scene, smiling at her friends
“What are we waiting for?”
The next day at school went by excruciatingly slow, she had been assured by Archie that Jughead would be at Pops today and part two of her plan would come into play. Part one had been ignoring all of his text messages and having Alice send him away when he came to her door last night. Veronica had held her hand as her boyfriend begged her mother to let him speak to her.
“He’s been taking advantage of you B, you need to show him what he’s going to lose if he doesn’t fix this.”
She stood outside Pops, her fingers shaking as Veronica ran the lipgloss over her already fairly glossy lips.
“Alright Sandra dee. I think we’re ready, how do you feel?” Veronica asked.
Betty took a deep breath
“I’m ready.” She smiled taking one final glance at the reflection in Veronica’s car, she didn’t even recognize herself.
Betty had on a short, tight leather skirt and loose white crop top that perfectly showed her toned stomach and tan skin. Her feet were tucked into tall wedges and her long blonde hair was left loose and messy, looking perfectly wind blown. Her bright green eyes looked even brighter under the dark black eyeliner and heavy mascara, her perfect heart shaped lips were cherry red and she smacked the gum between her lips.
“A masterpiece, if I wasn’t gay..” Kevin trailed off causing Betty to giggle and straighten her shoulders.
“Let’s do this.” She slung the old leather jacket she had borrowed from her mother overhear shoulder and followed Veronica into the Diner. The diner went silent as soon as the group stepped foot on the marble floor.
Jughead hopped up when he saw Veronica his eyes instantly looking for Betty, he started walking towards the group but stopped dead when he saw Betty his jaw dropping.
“Betty?” He whispered
At his unfamiliar look Betty instantly felt all of those insecurities build up again, she struggled to keep her arms at her side, her natural instinct to hide in herself was bubbling to the surface, but when a boy in a serpents jacket let out the first low wolf whistle, she let out a relived breath. Suddenly it seemed every member from the Southside was drawn to her and she giggled as they tripped over themselves to get a better look.
Veronica winked and led Betty to a booth, Kevin shaking his fingers in a few boys faces to back them off.
Just as she was about to settle into the booth, she felt a warm hand grip her upper arm, his fingers familiar even under the leather. Looking up she swallowed at the intensity in her boyfriend eyes.
“Can we talk?” He asked quietly, his eyes running over her body as he licked his lips, she turned to go with him but Veronica kicked her under the table and Kevin shook his head.
Pulling her arm free Betty sat down in the seat
“I’m staying here, we can talk later. I think River is waiting for you.” She nodded her head to the dark haired girl shooting daggers in their direction.
Understanding instantly dawned in Jugheads eyes and he reached a hand out to Betty’s cheek
She turned her face quickly, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall
“Not now Jughead.” She whispered.
He stared at her completely heartbroken
“Elizabeth Cooper right?” Jughead whipped around to see Noah, a prominent member of the serpents, leaning casually against Betty’s booth
“That’s my name” she smiled at the boy and jughead stumbled back.
“I dig your look.” He said dropping down into the empty space Jughead had just left.
Oh absolutely not.
Jughead straightened his Serpent jacket and reached for Betty’s hand, pulling her out of the booth and towards the door, as she stomped indignantly.
“Jughead Jones! Let me go!” He swung her around as soon as they hit outside.
His lips attacked her as she gasped, her fingers instinctively digging into his dark waves as he ran his hands over the bare skin of her legs before sliding under her shirt.
She pulled away abruptly
“No!” She said shoving him away and adjusting her top her hands trembling
“Betty?” Jughead asked moving towards her
“No. this isn’t me, if this is what you want… if this is who I have to be to get you to pay me attention… maybe I’m not the right girl for you.” Her eyes filled with tears and he shook his head frantically
“No! I love you. I love you, I love who you are. You never have to change for me. I cannot lose you. You look amazing but you’re right this isn’t you.” His hands tugged on the short skirt as he trailed his fingers over her thighs, his breathe close to her face.
“But.. River.. ” she whispered, her nose touching his as he nuzzled it gently
“She’s funny and she reminds me of me, but she’s no Betty Cooper, I’m so sorry I made you feel like you had to be something else, I would never want that. I love you for who you are, I know I’ve been an awful boyfriend, it’s this whole balancing act. Consider me properly aware, I’m not letting you out of my sight.. especially dressed like this.” His eyes hungrily scanned her face as he dropped a kiss to her lips.
Betty giggled, dropping her forehead to his
“I want you to spend time with your friends, but.. maybe spend some time with me too okay?” She smiled
He nodded aggressively
“You can count on it.”
Betty grabbed his hand and headed into Pops
“Okay let’s go show them who your girlfriend really is.” She beamed as Jughead laughed tightening an arm around her waist
“He’s miserable,” Baekhyun
sighed, his voice took a tone that you had never heard before – a mixture of
worry and weariness.
“Why? ‘Cause I said something
that hurt his feelings?” you mocked, jutting your bottom lip. However, when
Baekhyun seemed annoyed by your childish remark, you shrugged in irritation,
“Tell your friend to grow the fuck up.”
Hi! This may sounds weird but I just read your fic about Jughead leaving and the baby being there, I was wondering if you could maybe make a second one to it? Idk it seemed interesting but it's up to you
Okay! Part 1:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160933651976/hi-i-was-wondering-if-you-can-do-a-prompt-in-the !
She’d been up all night, the bags under her eyes were a sure sign that she hadn’t gotten a second of sleep last night. A few of her regular customers regarded her with concerned glances which she quickly shook off, Simply stating
“My son had a nightmare, he’s only two so I had a hard time getting him to go back to bed, I’m really fine though. Thankyou!”
Hunter was perched on the counter beside her, scribbling in his coloring book, desperate to stay in the lines, no matter how difficult it was for his tiny little hands.
“You’re doing good baby, I love how you made the elephant purple.” Betty smiled encouragingly, as she tied a wedding bouquet with lace.
Hunter looked up and grinned a gummy smile, his teeth were finally starting to come in fully and he loved to show off the new additions.
The bell to the shop jingled and Betty looked up with a smile, her eyes instantly softening when she spotted one of her oldest friends.
“Kevin Keller, what on earth are you doing here? I thought you were spending spring break in the Bahamas?” Betty grinned, coming around the cabinet and wrapping her arms around the tall boy.
“Plans changed, apparently Joaquin has some business to attend to on the Southside.” He rolled his eyes “and Veronica may have texted me that a certain someone has decided to reappear” kevin placed an arm on Betty’s shoulder and squeezed
Betty sighed, slumping against the counter and glancing at Hunter
“I don’t know why he’s Back. I don’t know how to feel, part of me wishes he would just leave, Hunters is beginning to understand his surroundings and I don’t want him anymore confused. But then.. I’m happy he’s okay, I’m happy he’s here because that means he’s alive.. you know a little part of me always wondered… I don’t know.” She sighed miserably and Kevin nodded his head and walked over to the toddler, picking him up and dropping a kiss to his cheek.
“Well, no matter what, you have to remember, no matter what he’s done, he did give you this little guy. And that in itself is something to think about.”
Leave it to Kevin to play devils advocate.
Handing off the baby, Kevin smiled.
“Tonight Pop Tate’s? Let Alice have Hunter for the night, we’ll get the gang back together. Milkshakes and burgers? You could use some fattening up, you’re looking skinnier than ever.”
Betty laughed as Kevin lifted her top, tickling hunters toes.
“Its just all the running after this one, I hardly have time to eat.” She laughed, Walking Kevin to the door. “I’ll see you tonight, a night out sounds great.” Kevin kissed both Hunter and Betty on the cheeks before heading out the door with a dramatic wave.
“You’re uncle Kevin’s crazy.” Betty laughed, placing Hunter back on the counter.
“Crazy” the blue eyed little boy rolled his eyes, imitating his mother.
Betty narrowed her eyes playfully
“Now don’t you go copying me you silly little munchkin. Do as I say not as I do.” She tickled his ribs and smiled as he squealed in delight, the bells went off again and Betty turned around , figuring it was Kevin, she grabbed Hunter, her fingers still tickling as he laughed loudly
“Did you forget something?” She turned fully, her eyes going wide when she realized it wasn’t Kevin.
“Yeah. I did” Jughead Jones stated, his hair a mess and his flannel top unbuttoned slightly, revealing his tight white tank top underneath, she noticed he had matching bags under his eyes and his shoelaces were undone.
“What are you doing here?” Betty gripped Hunter protectively and he instantly tensed up, his eyes watering, the poor little boy always got stressed when his mother did.
“I needed to see you. I needed to see.. I just.. I have to explain.” Jughead mumbled, his eyes glued on hers, occasionally shifting to the little replica of himself
Betty turned her attention to Hunter
“It’s okay lovebug, mommies fine. Look.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and the little boy relaxed slightly, his fingers coming up to poke her tongue. Jughead watched the interaction his heart aching severely, he always knew Betty would make an amazing mother, he used to spend nights thinking about it.
Betty placed the little boy on the counter and held out a blue marker, lifting it over her head so he had to reach, casing Hunter to giggle and grab at it.
Betty walked towards Jughead, leading him away from their son and into a corner, still in sight of Hunter but far enough so he wouldn’t hear.
“I don’t want to hear your explanations, I told you before, we’re fine and we don’t need you. You don’t get to come in here after three years and act like you care. Okay, you’ve seen him, you know he exists now do what you do best. Run.” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes distant as she looked away from him.
“I didn’t know Betty, there’s so much you don’t know, so much I want to tell you. I didn’t want to leave you, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. But I had no choice, you have to understand, it wasn’t safe for you and especially since you were pregnant. I would have come back sooner if I had known, but I thought you would be better off without me.” His eyes were pleading and he reached his fingers out to cup her chin.
“You could have called. Sent a message. If you really cared, you would have found a way. You would have come back for me. But you didn’t. I raised him on my own, I still am.” Her lips trembled and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.
“I know I can never get back what I’ve lost, I know you can never forgive me but maybe if you let me explain, maybe you could understand?.” He asked, praying to whatever god was up there.
Betty took a deep breath, moving her face from his hand
“Okay.” She whispered.
Jugheads eyes widened and he felt the whispy felling of hope blooming in his stomach.
“Okay?” He asked
Betty nodded nervously
“You can meet me tonight at 6 at Pops, everyone else will be coming at 7 but if you wanna talk..” she trailed off and he nodded enthusiastically
“I’ll be there at 5.” He said determined, reminding her so much of their son.
“I said 6.” The tiny smile crept through slightly.
“I’ll be there at five” he said finally.
Suddenly a little hand was tugging at the light blue dress Betty had on, looking down she smiled and picked up Hunter
“What’s the matter baby?”
The little boy had his eyes locked on Jughead and Jughead wasn’t taking his eyes off of his son
“I say hello.” Hunter smiled, stumbling on the word hello.
Jughead looked to Betty for approval and she shrugged, giving him the go.
“Hi buddy, it’s nice to meet you.” He gripped the hand that the matching boy was holding out, revelling in the soft baby skin
“Nice to meet you.” Hunter mimicked, looking to his mother and grinning.
Jughead laughed, the toddler was smart and handsome and polite. His stomach hurt for a second as he thought of everything he had missed. But looking down at Betty and Hunter, he knew one thing for sure
Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone,
especially his best friend’s girl. Of course his plans were shot to hell
when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your
birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of
his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?
Notes: Thanks for being patient guys. Life has been pretty shitty
I am editing a new part of “I Can’t Save Her” (it will be coming to an end soon, sorry for getting sidetracked). I’m also working on finishing “A Way to You Again.” Once those two are done I will be focusing on one story at a time so I don’t get so overwhelmed :).
I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know if you would like to
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you awoke in the softness of your bed you could feel someone affectionately
brushing the loose strands of hair from your face. “Buck?” you whispered before
opening your eyes to see Steve’s concerned face. “What… what happened?”
fainted – probably from the heat and stress,” Bucky answered as he rose from
the couch. “I’m going back downstairs to help your dad and Sarah,” he explained
softly before quickly exiting the room – leaving you and Steve alone.
Steve said softly. You braced yourself – you knew he was going to want answers.
“When you’re ready – we need to talk. Not now – not even soon, but eventually –
eyes focused on him as you reached up to trace the scruff that he had let grow
on his usually clean-shaven face. As you looked into his eyes you internally
chastised yourself. How had it been so easy to write Steve off? What had happened?
How could you have let this all happen? The room began to swirl again as you
closed your eyes tightly. “Okay… of course,” you responded weakly as your hand
found his. “Can I… I don’t feel well. Do you mind staying here for a bit?” you
managed as tears threatened to fall from your closed eyes. You desperately
wanted Steve to not be here, but at the same time wanted him to never leave.
How could he not be angry with you with the way you had acted?
course,” he added softly as you made room for him on the bed.
you mumbled quietly as you willed yourself to keep your eyes shut.
did you know?” you asked quietly – unwilling to elaborate more than that.
called me,” he replied tiredly.
it was in that moment that the last shred of resolve you had melted into
oblivion as you squeezed your eyes together tightly – willing yourself to not
allow a single tear to drop.
paced the length of the barn as he ran his hands nervously through his hair.
When he had called Steve he had thought he was doing the right thing. He had
had a moment, while he watched you slowly unravel, where he didn’t want to be
selfish – where he knew the easiest and best course of action would be to let
you go and to not add one more complication into your life. But he wasn’t a
good enough man to stick to it, and in his moment of weakness he had crossed a
line that he could never uncross. He needed to speak with you desperately, but
he was also unsure what he could or would say. There were very few things that
he felt like he could do that could bring you any type of comfort.
miserably to himself as he sat on the ground. He had betrayed his best friend,
but even more importantly he felt as if he had betrayed you. He had made you
complicit in the act of betraying Steve. If he had had the willpower – if he
had cared about you enough to not be selfish….
your father’s voice rang out in the empty barn – causing Bucky to jump.
here,” he mumbled weakly as he looked up to see your father headed his way.
just wanted to make sure you were alright,” your dad shrugged as he sat down
snorted softly to himself. “You just buried your wife – you don’t need to worry
about me. My problems are minuscule compared to yours.”
dad sighed wearily as he rested his hand on Bucky’s knee. “You have to talk to
her at some point. You can’t keep running from it,” he added simply.
was going to actually leave to go back to New York today…” Bucky added
uncomfortably as he shifted to look at your dad who sighed heavily at the
was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “I was hoping you could help me
do a few things on the farm before you left. I’ve gotten behind and I…” he
broke off into silence. Your father wasn’t one to ask for anything so he must
have really needed him, but Bucky also knew it was a ploy to keep him near you
not asking Steve – I’m asking you. Plus, I know you hate the city. Think it
over before you give me your answer,” your father interjected before Bucky
could issue any more excuses. “Now come on – lunch should be ready soon. Since
Y/N is still resting I need someone to help me keep my distance from the
gossipy relatives,” your father chuckled half-heartedly as he guided Bucky
towards the entrance of the barn.
watched the fading light dance over Steve’s face as he laid beside you. You had
slept fitfully – finally resigning yourself to laying silently beside him. You
refused to leave the room – knowing well enough that as soon as you found
yourself alone Bucky would seek you out. The thought paralyzed you with fear.
Why had he called Steve? The act felt like a betrayal – as if he had simply
passed you back. The worst part of the entire thing was the guilt you felt as
you watched Steve sleep peacefully, because you did love him. You had made a
terrible mess of everything and were now on course to lose everything – the
thought of which made your throat tighten and your heart race.
waited silently – making sure to stay perfectly still until the shadows of the
night deepened within the room. You needed to be out of the house – away from
everyone. You just needed a place to breathe and cry. You shifted off the bed
agilely – making sure not to wake Steve in the process. He grunted lightly but
his eyes remained closed as you quietly made your way across the room and
slipped through the door.
As you moved through the empty house you felt a
small sense of relief. So far you had been welcomed by silence and darkness –
the two things you were hoping for. As your hand reached for the doorknob of
the back door you caught a small movement out of the corner of your eye. Bucky
was there beside you before you even had time to react.
“Y/N,” he whispered softly as his hand brushed
lightly against your own. Your heart sank at the sound as you pulled your hand
away from him.
“No,” you whispered as you turned back to place your
hand on the doorknob. Your previous feeling of peace was beginning to
deteriorate rapidly. You huffed with anger when the door didn’t budge – Bucky’s
metal hand keeping it firmly in place.
“Please – we need to talk.” He was uncomfortably
close – causing his breath to sweep your hair lightly across your neck.
“Take your hand off this door or I will scream,” you
muttered angrily. Without a word Bucky relented and you walked briskly into the
night air – all too aware of your lingering shadow following closely behind.
You didn’t break your pace until you were safely
inside the barn – spinning on your heel to face Bucky. Your anger had been
bubbling inside of you for the entire day – you just hadn’t realized it. As you
honed in on your anger the feeling of Bucky’s lips crashing against yours
caught you off guard. He pushed you roughly against the wall as he deepened the
kiss. Your immediate reaction was to push him off and slap him which seemed to snap
him out of whatever mood he was in.
“I can’t believe you,” you huffed breathlessly as
you eyed him cautiously.
“Y/N,” he muttered quietly as he stretched his hand
“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” you shouted angrily as you
slapped his hand away. The sting of his betrayal stoked your anger, but you
knew that wasn’t all of it. You were mad at him, yes, but you were also mad at
yourself. If you had never kissed him – never given him hope… You had ruined
everything. As your eyes met Bucky’s his face hardened – carefully shielding
you from seeing any emotion. Without another word he turned and parted from
you. Part of you desperately wanted to run after him, and yet you stayed
mounted in place like the temporary statue you had become as you watched his
figure melt into the surrounding darkness.