“Let’s go bowlin’?” M grunted, throwing a pencil over to the
desk in front of his, and waiting for the other to turn around. “But not at one of those shitty night-club-esque bowling
alleys either. You know, where you gotta shout over the music, and the fuckin’
laser lights are throwin’ off your aim…” M leaned over his desk, waggling
his eyebrows at his target, “Huh? I’ll drive?” Normally M wasn’t the type to go
out of his way to avoid paperwork, but he was not about to
write a report on his “feelings”, about being grounded for a whole month - punishment for neuralizing his last partner.
I’ve got a pretty cool AU/ Theory for Anti that goes along with this piece! Very proud of both, haha. Basically (and very shortly told); In my AU Jack is hallucinating himself being controlled by something and uses the ‘Anti’ persona as an excuse, to kind of blame someone for what bad stuff his mind is coming up with. Murder and all. At some point, I imagined what his head/ his dreams would look like in that scenario and - tada! This is what happened. :D
Obviously the theory is just a little plot idea I had. I know Jack is not actually a lunatic who goes on murder sprees, oml. I was just like; what if he really doesn’t want to believe that he could potentially become a murderer? Or maybe doesn’t want to believe that he already is one? And THEN blames a non existent character for the bad stuff he does? Craziness, haha! Gotta love them psycho-thrillers, amirite?
The theory isn’t meant to offend Jack or anyone else in any way! I hope you like it, though. I might draw some more stuff about it in the future. C:
Thanks to @therealjacksepticeye and @pixlpit for sTILL MOTIVATING AND INSPIRING ME SO MUCH URGH! I can’t wait for the amazing stuff those two will come up with in the following months! :D
Now I will go and get me a salad. A nice salad and some ice coffee. Nom.
Note; please don’t repost/ reupload my art! C:
Also, I suggest y’all go listen to ‘MISSIO’! Amazing musicians, way too underrated! I listened to them a lot while drawing this and bOI it is good!
Genre: Romance, Fluff POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)
A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!
Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.
“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.
“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.
“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.
“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.
“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.
“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.
“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.
“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.
Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.
Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.
“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.
“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.
“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.
“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.
The next day
I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.
I don’t know if I’ll publish this or not, but basically, I’m a ho for TMNT and
soulmate AUs and I’ve never seen a TMNT Soulmate AU, so here you go. It’s the
2k14/2k16 turtles btw. Idk. I might do more of these if you guys like it.
Raphael wasn’t human. He
had struggled with this, but had eventually come to terms with the fact. He
didn’t have a soulmate and he wouldn’t ever find love. Not in a world full of
humans. He tried to be all right with it. Keyword: tried.
It wasn’t until he was
working out one day that he felt something cold and wet travelling across his
left forearm. Just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. He removed his
three-fingered hands from the weight he had been lifting and sat up to examine
Messy black letters written
in Sharpie. His green eyes narrowed. What was this? He had never felt or seen
anything like this. But there it was, plain as day on his arm. He stared at it,
afraid that the words would disappear, but no. They stayed right where they
were. And then soon after, more appeared from nowhere, as though a ghost was
writing on his arm with an invisible marker.
it’s like three in the morning here and I don’t know if I’m doing this right,
but um, hi.
A long pause. Raph stared
in amazement, too shocked to say anything.
probably asleep, aren’t you? Dammit. Well, um…bye, I guess.
He had never run so fast
in his life.
“Woah, woah, watch it!”
Donnie raised his arms as Raph pushed his chair away from his station and
grabbed a Sharpie, pulling off the cap between his teeth and scrawling in the
empty space on his arm.
Your heart raced as a
response finally appeared.
Big, messy letters that
you could tell had been written in a rush.
here. Who are you? What’s happening?
You stared at the
letters, the handwriting. Your stomach dropped, the nerves kicking in. This was
it. This was your soulmate. You had no idea how this worked. No one did, but it
worked, and that was all that mattered. A magical pen-pal from far away,
probably. Why anyone would be up at this ungodly hour besides you was beyond
you. But now you had to reply. You turned over your arm to write back.
(Y/N). Your soulmate, I think. I don’t know…this is what everyone else does,
but I’ve always been too shy to try.
Raph’s heart skipped a
beat when the word was written on his arm. Soulmate. He had a soulmate. He
actually had…Oh my God.
“Raph, are you crying?”
Mikey asked, looking up at his older brother, whose eyes certainly looked a
“N-no. I just got dirt in
my eye. Go away.” He sniffled and smiled.
“Whatcha doin’?” the
youngest turtle looked over Raph’s shoulder and scanned a few words before he
raised his arm far above Mikey’s head, but he had already seen it. Soulmate. “You…you have a soulmate?”
“I guess so.” Raph
shrugged. By now, Donnie and Leo were paying attention to what was happening.
“You have a what?” Donnie’s head snapped around. He
pulled down Raph’s arm to examine it. But there it was, plain as day. What the
internet described as a ‘soulmate exchange’. “I didn’t think it was
scientifically possible for you…for us
“Are you serious?” Leo
came over to look.
“What do I look like? A
freakin’ museum?” Raph snapped. “Now go away. I gotta write ‘er back.” The
others gave him some space as he walked over to the couch and sat down, the tip
of the Sharpie hovering over his green arm.
huh? Did think I had one of those. Name’s Raphael. Nice to meet ya.
are you, a renaissance artist? Lol JK
where are you from, Mr. Renaissance Artist?
York, New York.
Washington. Well, this might be a little complicated, huh?
You wrote to Raphael
until the sun came up and then you crashed. You had thought it was a dream until
you saw the words written there the next morning. You had a soulmate. His name
was Raphael. He was from New York.
But at least he existed.
It could be a lot worse.
It wasn’t until about
noon, three o’clock there, that you wrote to him again, after having wiped your
arm off to give you more room to write.
wake up at noon?
when I’m up until sunrise talking to my soulmate.
how’s your day been?
Leo, Donnie, and Mikey
were all bunched behind Raphael to watch.
“Dude, we just wanna
watch.” Mikey whined.
“All right, sheesh,”
Donnie walked back to his lab, and Leo and Mikey reluctantly walked away.
wanna talk about?
it like in Seattle?
What’s it like in New York?
replied, a smirk spreading across his scarred lips. How old are you?
How tall are you?
shit! You’re gonna have to bend down to kiss me.
Kiss you. He was going to
kiss you. Eventually. A new concept. Butterflies spread through his stomach,
but he tried to play it off.
to you, yeah. Always had a thing, for tall guys, though. No worries. ;)
any hobbies? You asked.
bein’ a giant mutant turtle, etc…
I knit sometimes. And I work out. A lot.
Muscles the Knitting Renaissance Artist. You keep getting better and better.
what do you do for fun, Shorty in Seattle?
you know, read, write, spend ungodly amounts of time on the internet.
is. So, anyways, I’ve been looking into New York travel recently (and by
recently I mean right now immediately) for reasons, you know. Anyway, what area
of New York should I travel to in…ten months when I go to college (that I’ve
just applied to) there?
After a long day of
talking to you and patrolling and trying to work out, Raph was exhausted. He
laid in his top bunk, reading your ramble with a smile.
After replying, he knew
it was time to go to sleep.
wiped. I gotta sleep.
okay. Goodnight Raph.
His heart skipped a beat.
love you too.
can’t wait to meet you.
countin’ down the days, babe.
Weeks later, you got an
theoretically, if I were to Skype you, would you pick up?
don’t have a Skype.
want to hear your voice.
can call you, if you want. I just don’t do video chats?
I’m a giant freaking mutant turtle and I don’t want my soulmate to hate and/or
be afraid of me.
want to see you for the first time in person.
right then. Here’s my number.
You waited in bated
breath for your phone to ring, and then suddenly it did. Your thumb hovered
above the accept button. You felt like your whole body was trembling.
“Hey there.” You could
hear the shaking in your voice. He chuckled, and already you loved the sound of
“Oh my God, I love your
voice.” You gushed.
“I love yours too,
“Aaaaah! Your accent is
“Heh, yeah.” He smiled.
“Ooh, are you talking to
(Y/N)?” Mikey asked. “Can I say hi?”
“No, you can’t. Shoo.”
“Who’s that?” You asked.
“My little brother.”
Mikey tried to reach up and grab Raph’s phone, but he squirmed away from him. “Mikey,
“I wanna say hi to your girlfriend!!”
“Mikey, leave Raph
alone.” Leo smirked from across the lair. The youngest brother left, deflated.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Where
“I was gushing over your
very attractive voice, Mr. Muscles.”
“Ah. Right.” He tried not
to blush and failed miserably. A slow smirk snuck across his lips. “I love
“I love you too!”
“Did you get it yet?”
Raph called you a few months before you were supposed to arrive. As the day
approached, he got more and more anxious. You would be here in New York and he
wouldn’t be able to skirt around the truth anymore. He was a giant turtle and
you were a human girl. It wasn’t going to work out.
But nonetheless, he had
sent you something. Something to remember him by if it didn’t work out, he
“It came in today! I
haven’t opened it yet, though. I’m going to right now. Give me a sec, I’m gonna
put you on speaker.”
“All right.” Raph
listened as you set down your phone and put him on speaker. Then came the noise
of you cutting the tape and opening the small cardboard box and sifting through
the tissue paper.
“Oh my gosh! It’s
amazing! I love it! You really made this?”
“I did.” He smirked. You
held up the perfect little pendant. A polished wooden turtle that Raphael had
carved himself. It hung from a simple twine string. You put it on immediately,
tying the necklace around your neck. You let your fingers run over all of the
intricate little grooves.
“I’m never taking it off,
I hope you know that.”
“I’m flattered.” He
chuckled. “I can’t wait to see how it looks on ya.”
“I can’t wait to see you.”
A nervous little laugh.
“Yeah. Pretty soon, now.”
“It couldn’t come soon
enough.” You smiled warmly. “It’s late. I’m gonna get some sleep. Exams
tomorrow and then I’m out of school for the summer. And then, only two months
until I get to see you.”
“Well, you rest up,
shorty. Get good grades. I don’t want ya to fail.”
“Good night. I love you.”
“I love ya too. Night.”
When he hung up, he
stared at the ceiling. God, what was he gonna do?
You were full of jitters
when you landed in New York two short months later. The time had crawled by so
slow, but you passed the time. And now you were here, the center of the modern
“I’m here! I just landed!
When do you want to meet up?”
“Um, how about you get
settled? Go to your apartment or whatever. I’ll come over tonight.”
“Okay.” Your heart raced.
“Okay. I’ll see you then. I’ll uh, get you the address once I find it.”
“Sounds like a plan. Stay
safe. I’ll see ya tonight.”
“See you.” When you hung
up, Raph started to pace through the lair.
“I’m going to see her
tonight. Oh my God. She’s gonna find out I’m a giant turtle and she’s gonna
“Statistically, after ten
“No more science
bulllshit, Don! I’m a freak! She’s gonna run screamin’ and I’ll never see her
“It’ll be fine, Raph.
You’re over reacting. As usual.” Leo’s tone was cool, annoyed. “She loves you.
We’d have to be blind not to see that.”
“I guess we’ll find out
tonight, huh?” He slumped onto the couch, a deep dread setting in. Tonight was
not going to be pretty. He knew it.
After you had unpacked
and met your roommate, a very nice woman named April who had been searching for
a roommate for some time now, you called Raph and gave him an address. He asked
about how things were and so you told him about your roommate. He chuckled.
Well, that might make things a little
easier. He told you he wasn’t far and he would be over in a few.
“Who’s that?” April asked
after you hung up.
“My soulmate. He’s the
reason I moved here, actually. He’s coming here if that’s okay.”
“More than fine with me.”
She smiled. “What’s his name?”
“Raphael.” You told her.
Her face lit up in surprise. Now the turtle necklace she had complimented you
on when you walked in made a whole lot of sense. She doubted that you knew why though.
So this was the (Y/N) he
had talked about. His soulmate. Shorty from Seattle.
“I know, right?” Your
phone buzzed. “Oh my God, it’s him.”
“Hey babe, come outside.”
You stood there in confusion for a second. “Fire escape.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll be down
in a sec.” You nodded, tucking the phone away. Your heart raced as you climbed
out the window and down the metal fire escape to the alley below. There, in the
shadows stood a very tall, very large silhouette.
“Hey there.” It was him. His voice. In person. “I uh, I need
ya to promise me something, gorgeous.”
“Just…p-promise you won’t
“Why would I-?”
“I promise.” You stated
“I, uh, I ain’t
“I love you, Raph.”
“You won’t when you see
me.” His voice was quiet as all of his insecurities came to the surface.
“Raphael,” You reached
out for him, hand forward for a long few moments until his three-fingered green
one met it, pressing against it like Tarzan and Jane. Something familiar and
something foreign. You gasped quietly, but when he moved to pull away, you
gripped one of his large fingers. “Please.”
He let out a long sigh,
considering bolting then and there, but he gave in and took a few slow, heavy
steps out of the dark to where you could see him. Your soulmate was a giant
mutant turtle. He waited for the sting of rejection, for the tears of
disappointment streaming down your cheeks, but they never came. Instead, you
pulled his muscular arms around yourself, clinging to him as though this was
your last chance. He held you tight against his plastron, his knees giving out
in the wave of relief that washed over him. Raph buried his face in the crook
of your neck, and you felt hot tears against your skin.
“Thank you.” A broken whisper from his scarred lips. “Thank you.”
“I love you.” You kissed
his cheek and then his forehead, and you lifted his face to look at the green
face under the tattered red bandana.
“All ‘uh this don’t bug
you?” He asked, tear-filled green eyes searching yours. “You don’t care that
I’m a freak?”
“You’re not a freak,
Raphael.” The feeling of your soft skin against his face drove him up the wall
in the best possible way. “Not to me.”
“Are ya just sayin’ that
because I’m your soulmate?”
“I mean it.” You locked
eyes with him and he felt as though you were staring into his soul. His smile
was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. Curiosity sparked behind your
eyes as you examined every inch of him, taking him in. “What are you?”
There wasn’t hatred or
fear in your voice, only awe.
“I’m a mutant. A turtle.
Hence the uh-” he motioned to the necklace around your neck. “That.”
“I love turtles,” You
whispered as you kissed his snout. You were so close. So close he could just
You closed the gap
between you, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He didn’t know how to respond,
but followed his instincts and tried his hardest to kiss you back. His large
hands held your hips and your small hands framed his jaw before moving to his
shoulders, fingers gently searching the terrain of his shell.
When you finally pulled away
from him, you looked at him for a long time.
“Hey do you wanna come up
for pizza?” April called down from the apartment window.
“Yeah, sure April. Are
the guys coming?”
“Just got off the phone
with Leo. They’re on their way.”
“Wait, you two know
eachother?” You asked. Raph smiled and shrugged, finally getting to his feet and
taking you with him. God, he was so tall.
“We go way back.” April
smiled. “I named him.”
“Long story. Come on,
shorty.” He picked you up off of the ground as if you weighed nothing and
carried you on his hip, your feet dangling a foot in the air. “’Bout time you
met my brothers, huh?”
After you had met his
brothers and enjoyed some celebratory pizza, the six of you had settled down to
watch a movie. At the moment, Raph was spread out on the couch with you laying
on top of him and a cozy red blanket draped over both of you. He nuzzled into
your neck as your hands traced gentle circles on his plastron.
“I love you, Raphael.”
You kissed his jaw. He hummed contentedly.
“I love you too, soulmate.” The word had never sounded so
The wonderful orenjimaru (I put a link because it refuses to tag) drew a fabulous piece with Jack and Gabriel on TumblrandTwitter!
Which inspired me to write this:
Gabriel visited the one Angela called ‘Jack’ every time he was at the watchpoint.
It had taken her weeks to relent and let him inside, she thought his intentions malicious, but that was to be expected. A cancer was growing inside of Overwatch and it was Gabriel’s job to snuff it out. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t at the top of the list in ‘persons of interest’.
The first time he visited, it was for a routine check-up and the large, bubbling tube of green liquid caught his eye from the exam room. He had migrated to it like a bug to a light, booted footsteps heavy against Angela’s tile floor.
“Fear not, my darling,” her angel said before he left, all aglow with heavenly light. “I shall return for you. Never doubt that.”
After he was gone, it was weeks before she stopped seeing sunbursts in the corners of her eyes, weeks before she could look at the night sky without tearing up. But weeks turned into months, and he didn’t come back, and her belly got bigger, and Meredith did her best to get on with her life.
When Meredith Quill was twenty-one, she got abducted by aliens.
“Look, little lady,” said the blue one, who seemed to be in charge, “if you’re gonna spent this trip abusin’ my crew this ain’t gonna be a fun ride for anyone, least of all you.”
“Then your crew better not get fresh again,” Meredith said, glaring, arms crossed protectively over her belly.
“He was installin’ your translator!” the blue one said, and the gnarly-faced fella curled up on the floor moaned affirmatively.
“Well, fine,” said Meredith. “But you could warn a person. I had a bag packed!” She’d packed it first, optimistically, in the days after her angel left, and repacked as the months passed until it was mostly the things she’d need at the hospital. Still, it was the principle of the thing.
Big Blue only rolled his eyes. “We got plenty of supplies on board. Better ‘n anything on that ball of dirt you call a planet.”
“Y’all got maternity clothes?” Meredith asked. “I’m eight months along, regular pants don’t fit so well these days. Not to mention my vitamins, or any baby things at all–”
“Wait,” said Blue. “How long do Terran pregnancies last?”
“‘Bout nine months,” said Meredith, and when he still looked blank, added “Another thirty days, give or take.”
“Damn it all to hell,” said Blue, and then hollered “Kraglin! Go prep a fighter, we gotta fetch the little lady’s luggage!”
“It’s all in the blue duffel in the hall closet,” Meredith told him. “Oh, and bring the milk crate full of records by the couch, while you’re at it. And the turntable.”
Amazing imagines!! I love them so much!! ❤❤ I think you've even written enough to start a masterlist soon! If you ever need any ideas/ideas for a rainy day here's a couple. However, please don't feel like I'm expecting you to write all these right now!! It's more of a compiled list of ideas for you if you're having a slow request day/just want to write them -Jealous Betty -Beach day for the gang/Betty in a swimsuit/Jughead in a swimsuit -Bughead napping together -Betty's parents walk in on them
Hey! These are all awesome! I think I’m gonna go with the hickey role reversal for today! Let’s give it a try!
School was ending in about a week, and summer was so close Jughead could practically smell the sunscreen and taste the countless milkshakes he would be devouring.
That being said…
It was hot.
And by hot he didn’t mean, warm with a light breeze, he meant crack an egg on it, it was smoking. He was sweating almost all the time and even with the windows open the Riverdale classrooms were boiling. Unfortunately for him that meant his typical wardrobe of flannels and jeans just wasn’t gonna cut it, and he most definitely was not gonna show up to school in one of those ridiculous tank tops with the sleeves cut down all the way to the bottom, he would leave that to Reggie and chuck. Tools.
Anyway, figuring out what to wear, that was still comfortable for him but also kept him cool enough so he didn’t pass out was a struggle. He wasn’t a shorts guy, unless they were bathing suit bottoms and he was at the beach, so he stuck to his jeans, these ones had a few holes so that should help atleast a little, digging in his drawer he pulled out the only light weight t shirt he had, it was a simple white v neck, nothing too crazy, but also something he normally wouldn’t wear without something else to cover it up, at this point he couldn’t care less, it was too damn hot.
“Looking good” he turned with a smile, meeting the eyes of the gorgeous blonde who had come out of nowhere. Okay so maybe there was one positive thing about the heat, Betty’s wardrobe had to adjust accordingly as well and man was he grateful for the tiny dresses that showed off her gorgeous long legs. Today she had on a white sundress covered in pink and red flowers, it skimmed her mid thigh and he fought the urge to run his fingers along the bare skin. As soon as he was about to retort with a witty comeback, her eyes got wide
“Oh my god” she looked horrified.
Whipping around to look behind him, confused as to what had her in such a state of panic she repeated a little more panicky
“Oh my god.”
“Betty? what the hell? What’s the matter?” She seemed to be at a loss for words and suddenly two more of the gang had arrived, both wearing Similar expressions to Bettys.
“What in sexy time?!” Veronica was practically bouncing she seemed so excited.
Kevin was moving his hands to jugheads neck, before he dodged them with a glare
“What are you all talking about.”
Suddenly Archie was rounding the corner zeroing in on Jughead
“Hey ma… hey! Nice hickey dude! Way to go” he slapped a hand to jugheads shoulder, smiling.
“What! What hick..what are you.” He was twisting trying to find the offending mark. He glanced up at Betty who was beet red and was desperately trying to hide her laughter.
“See Betty, I told you. It’s totally normal to give a boy a hickey, That’s so funny, Betty was just asking me about this at our sleepover last week.” Veronica said laughing handing Jughead her hand mirror.
He snatched the mirror and held it up to his neck. Sure enough, there was a purple mouth shaped bruise on his neck. Snapping the mirror shut he shook his head
“Bacon grease, it splattered.”
Everyone eyed him sceptically as Cheryl walked over
“Oh please, like you cook. Just fess up Jughead, who’s the mystery woman?” The redhead asked.
“There’s no one, you’re all nuts.”
The conversation was stopped short by the first period bell.
“Dude, were totally talking about this at lunch,” Archie said grinning
“Duh” Veronica added throwing a wave to Betty, leaving behind Jughead and Betty as Kevin kissed Betty on the cheek before walking off with Cheryl.
There was a moment of silence Betty smirking at her bright red boyfriend
“So… a tshirt today? No flannel.”
He stared at her dryly
“Wait till all of our friends find out what a little minx you are. You won’t be laughing then.”
Betty shrugged, smiling guiltily and turning on her heels to walk the other way , she quickly turned around and added
“No one told you to wear the worlds sexiest tshirt the day after our two month anniversary festivities.”
She winked and practically skipped off.
He slammed his head into the locker gently. She was gonna be the death of him.
By the time lunch came around the entire school was talking about Jugheads hickey, the rumors were everywhere,
Jughead was seeing Ethel,
Jughead was seeing a girl from central
And of course, Archie and jughead were a couple (that one was Reggie. Tool.)
Slamming his tray on the table besides Betty, she jumped up smiling and meeting his eyes.
The rest of the gang was already there and they instantly turned the conversation to hickeys.
Cheryl of course instigating it
“Well it has to be someone who’s aggressive, obvi, look at that mark.”
Veronica nodded “agreed. I could never do something that good, and I’ve been told I’m a pretty fiery lover.” She flipped her dark hair , smiling.
Cheryl nodded “and we all know how intense I am, but that’s good, even for me.”
Kevin said something that had Archie practically dying he was laughing so hard.
“And we all know it can’t be Betty, no offense bets but we all kind of agree, your not really the most passionate lover.”
Before Jughead could even think he had opened his mouth “try again, she’s pretty much the definition of passionate.”
Everyone at the table seemed to have stopped time, slowly turning their heads to stare at the pair in front of them. Betty was blushing so hard they thought she might explode and jughead was kind of just lost in his own idiocy.
“B..Betty?” Archie squeaked out.
“No way you’re lying.” This time it was kevin.
And Cheryl and Veronica were just staring, shocked.
Suddenly something in Betty snapped and she turned to Kevin.
“Actually, yes it was me. As quiet as you think I am, I am very very attracted to my boyfriend, therefore sometimes I get carried away. Can we please stop this conversation now.” She stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork.
The table went dead silent for thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.
“How did you get it in that shape?”
Dropping her head to the table, she sighed as Jugheads arm came to rest around her shoulder, tugging her into his side.
“No questions, were dating, going on two months. That’s all you’ve gotta know.” The lazy tone in his voice left no room for argument and the table went silent once again.
Squeezing his hand in hers, she smiled up at him. This was far from over and they both knew that, but for right now, their friends were just gonna have to wait. They were happy, and that’s what matters.
Yana DID plan the two Ciels. She would NEVER change the course of the story because she was “inspired” by a fan theory. People caught on to her hinting, which did/didn’t make sense to others. I admit it came faster than we thought, but Yana probably has a lot of explaining in the next chapters. There was some foreshadowing in the past chapters, and we’ll probably see the reason for the 2 Ciels in the upcoming chapters. Don’t hate on her until we can see the reason for this.
Y’all’ve gotta stop acting like you love Louis or could do more for Louis than Harry has/can. You’ve gotta stop acting like you know more about them or what they’ve been through or how that’s affected them than they do. You all are tearing yourselves apart and stressing yourselves out and being angry at Harry when you know nothing about the past few months, past year since hiatus, since things ramped up. You’ve gotta stop assuming. I’m mad about a lot of things pertaining to 1D and Louis and I will not stop screaming about them. My boy deserves better and I can’t wait for him to get it. But Harry? He ain’t do anything wrong. And you’ve gotta stop treating him like the villain. At the end of the day, Louis’s /his/ boy, you know? He’s got him. They’ve got each other. And it’s hard to watch but all we can do is sit back and be there, supporting him. Loudly. But turning your back on Harry in the name of Louis?? That’s not being there. That’s just making things worse I might even say. If they don’t see their professional lives as a competition, why should you? I get being mad and disappointed and sad at all Louis has been though and is going through – God knows I am too – but you’ve gotta stop directing all your hatred at that boy when there are /plenty/ of people it should be directed to. Just. When’s enough gonna be enough for you?
imagine betty being a serpent wife. like out at work/school all day but can put the serpents in their place
So I came up with this when the episode aired (like 3am my time) so here’s a fluffy fic about that.
Also slightly A/U to the ending of the episode
The bell rang signalling the end of the day at Riverdale High. Betty Cooper gathered her books and headed to her locker by herself, missing the conversation she would normally have with her boyfriend Jughead Jones.
Just before FP was charged, he had managed to sign custody of Jughead over to fellow serpent Viper who promised to keep an eye on the teen. The younger Jones had also moved to Southside High and was back living at the trailer park.
“hey betty wait up” Kevin Keller jogged to be next to her. “Archie, Ronnie and I are heading to Pop’s now, wanna come with?”
Betty shook her head as she twisted her locker combination and opened the door “Sorry Kev, I’ve got plans”
“we’ve hardly seen you in months, not after Jughead transferred. We just wana know how you’re doing” Kevin pushed on
“Really Kev I’m fine” he gave her a pointed look “I promise. I’ve just gotta help Polly with some baby things.”
“okay but next time you are so coming with us” he reached to hug her with one arm and walked away. Betty let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding and after putting away what she needed to, slammed her locker and headed out to her car.
Kevin walked into Pop’s to see Archie Andrews & Veronica Lodge cosied up in their usual booth. “please no more pda or I might puke” Kevin said sitting down on the opposite side to the new couple.
Veronica shuffled slightly further from Archie “Is Betty not coming?” Kevin shook his head no. “Has anyone really spoken to her after Jughead left?” This time both boys shook their heads no.
“What about Polly? She’d know” Archie suggested
“Betty said she’s helping Polly with baby things, that’s why she can’t come” Kevin informed
“Really?” Archie asked “cos she’s heading in here with her mom” As if on cue, the bell rang at the door and in walked the other two Cooper women. Polly looked around and waved at the trio as they both walked to a booth.
“Hey guys” Polly said standing at the end of the booth “how are you?” she addressed them all
“We’re good, you look gorgeous Polly” Veronica replied “Is everything okay with the babies?”
“Both are healthy and growing as normal.”
“D’you know where Betty is? She said she’d be with you” Archie interrupted. Polly looked speechless then looks to Alice who called her back to their table. “So they’re definitely hiding something” he pointed out “maybe we should visit Jughead, see what he knows.”
“Are you insane Archie? My dad told us all to stay away from the South Side” Kevin whispered loudly
“Come on Kev” Veronica started “It’s one time. Plus you know some of the gang from Joaquin right?” Kevin nodded slowly “Right let’s go then.” The three walked out and to Archie’s car, Kevin getting into the back and Veronica the front passenger side.
It was a short drive over to the serpents hang out which had changed since Kevin & Archie’s last visit to a shadier part of town. Daylight was fading fast and the only streetlights working were at the end of the street. Kevin was the first to spot the bar pointing it out to his friends “over there.” The three walked to a corner building with a neon light of a snake which was the serpents logo and the word Scorpion in green.
“when did they move?” Archie wondered out loud
“Just after FP was arrested, Joaquin and I came for his goodbye gathering here. One of the second-in-commands, Viper I think his name was, he and his wife bought this place and re-did it all. A fresh start of sorts.”
They were a few doors away when the door to Scorpion opened and a man flew out and fell to the ground and Veronica let out a loud gasp. “You know your limit Eli and you know not to mess with Jug’s girl” the person lying down groaned in response. The man standing in the doorway looked out and saw the three teenagers but went back inside instead of saying anything.
When they walked into the bar, there was a large crowd around a pool table with people placing bets with each other raising by $5 every time. The trio walked round to see Jughead pot the black ball with a trick shot which earned a mix reaction of cheers and groans. Having not spotted them yet, the boy who was donning his very own leather jacket shouted “Alright so whose next?”
“how bout we make it interesting?” A female voice said coming from the bar “both our legacies deserve to find out whose better.”
“I’m game if you are” Jughead said to someone who was being blocked by the rest of the patrons. The group assumed the other legacy agreed as the crowd cheered.
Viper came to the table “alright, FP Junior vs Ali Junior. Place your bets, this should be fun.”
As the crowd moved towards Viper, Jughead approached who they assumed to be Ali Junior and kissed her. Kevin gasped grabbing onto Veronica’s arm who in turn wrapped hers around Archies and they all stood back further into the shadows to blend in.
Jughead had approached the girl nicknamed Ali Junior and kissed her “you sure about this Bets?”
She nodded against his forehead and kissed him again grabbing the collar of his jacket. She pulled away and whispered in a low breath “I’m so gonna kick your butt”
The wolf whistles of the serpents broken them apart “alright kids save that for later” Viper said stashing the money in his back pocket “so whose breaking off?”
Jughead looked at Betty “age before beauty of course” he replied winking
Betty shook her head smiling walking to Viper, she pressed up against her boyfriend and leaned into his ear and said “you’re so gonna get it tonight”.
The others cheered her as she grabbed the triangle to rack up the balls. The blond placed herself on the opposite side of Jughead and leaned forward to break, hoping Jughead would get distracted by her cleavage which seemed to work. The couple continued playing the game like there was no one else in the room, teasing each other and stealing kisses whenever they could until the eight ball was left.
Neither of them had pocketed the ball in the last couple of shots so the bets went up, more betting for Jughead to win. By this point Archie, Veronica & Kevin had made their way to the front but the two still hadn’t noticed. The couple shared a look and Jughead nodded ever so slightly at Betty who leaned over and angled the shot so it hit two sides before ending up in the top corner pocket. Everyone cheered for the blond who had now leapt into her boyfriends arms. Viper’s wife approached the couple with two bottles of beer and whispered something to them and suddenly they looked up at their three friends.
The room went silent with everyone’s attention now focused on the three strangers. Betty who was wearing her own honorary serpent jacket grabbed Jughead’s hand for courage who rubbed his thumb on the back of hers to help calm her down. “What are you guys doing here?” she asked with her best smile on
“We could ask you the same thing Betty” Archie said looking angry “You’re with the serpents now? This is where you’ve been, with these people, instead of hanging out with your friends? Does Alice even know where you are?”
The last question caused the rest of the bar to laugh, Viper was going to speak up but Betty shook her head and replied “These people Archie, are my friends. No not just friends, family. Mine and Jughead’s.”
“Betty these people are criminals” Veronica offered
“Oh and your dad’s not?” she snapped back which earned a few whistles from the gang “Archie my mom’s a south sider, you really think I’d be here if she didn’t trust them?”
The red haired boy looked confused so Viper spoke up “Little Ali was no stranger round here, she grew up at the same trailer park too. Her and FP always getting themselves in trouble. The serpents came naturally to most people at the park, so we snapped those two up as soon as possible. When we found out our boy Jughead here was dating her daughter, we gave her Ali’s old jacket” he pointed to what Betty was wearing
“Really Betty? Is that what happened because we can take you home if you need a ride instead of staying with the scoundrels. Please B” Veronica pushed
“Watch you’re mouth princess” the voice of another serpent who walked out from the shadows
“Don’t talk to her like that” Archie jumped in
“Yeah? Or what?” He challenged “You gonna run and tell daddy?”
Archie lunged towards the snake attempting to punch him but missed and ended up with a punch to his stomach which sent him flying backwards slightly, the other’s around cheering.
He grabbed Archie’s jacket and had started raising his fist to punch him when he heard Jughead shout “BP don’t do it” but he raised his fist even higher until the sharp voice of one Betty Cooper cut through the crowd
“Buster Peters Specter you put him down right now” they all moved to show Betty standing with her hands on her hips Jughead smirking behind her.
“you got off lucky kid” BP told the boy then dropped him to the floor as Veronica and Kevin rushed to see if he was okay. The older man looked up at Betty and tipped his backwards baseball cap “sorry miss betty” who in return nodded and he walked off. Jughead helped Archie off the floor “follow us” he said as he and Betty led their friends to a room upstairs.
Jughead unlocked the door and walked in with Betty following, Veronica spotted that the name on the door said Cooper-Jones and showed it to Archie and Kevin behind her. Inside had a large desk which was covered with then teenagers homework, two laptops (one on each end of the desk), a filing cabinet and a three person sofa which was against the side wall, above was a photo of the couple with a white dog. Betty sat down behind the desk with Jughead leaning against the wall behind her.
“Sorry about BP, he’s very” Betty looked to Jughead for the right word
“Protective” he offered “always has been” Veronica scoffed
“It’s true!” Betty insisted “he’s the oldest of five, his parents were’t really around so he basically raised his siblings himself so he prides himself on family. I’ll get him to apologize to you Arch.”
“What about you Bets? What about your family?”
“Jughead and the serpents are my family Arch. Mom and Polly know I’m here, dad knows I’m safe here”
“Safe?” Veronica exclaimed “these people are dangerous. Just look at Jughead’s dad”
“Don’t bring FP into this, your dad isn’t a saint either Veronica” Betty bit back
“Listen guys, I didn’t come here to fight” Kevin interrupted “Betty are you happy?”
She looked at Jughead wearing a big smile and nodded “more than ever”
“In that case” Kevin continued “WE are very happy for you, aren’t we?”
Archie & Veronica looked defeated and nodded before Veronica added looking at Jughead “but if you ever do anything to hurt my girl, you’ll be sorry.”
“Don’t worry” Betty laughed “the serpents would get to him first. they like me better” which made the room laugh.
“What’s with the Cooper-Jones sign?” Archie wondered
The couple looked between them before Betty pulled out a necklace with a silver ring on it. “Jughead proposed last month”