Lili’s adventures with the adorkable Riverdale cast in NYC ~ haha Casey brought the gang to his brother’s Broadway show Bandstand in the afternoon after their lunch (where Lili sniff tested Mad’s food to see if there’s cheese lol) and then she took a wild cab with Mads back to their hotel before going out again for supper with Casey!
Hello, everyone! We’re a four-person team (of friends who live relatively close to one another) who play otome games (yes, we were willing victims of the Cybird and Cheritz games) and VNs (yes, we are also victims of Steam sales). After a couple of conversations about what we liked about VNs and the tropes we’d use if we made our own…we decided to work on a game!
Golden Hour is our second game and first VN, and we’re planning to make it a free-to-play game for iOS and Android. Please cheer us on *u*!!!
Also, any feedback at this point is greatly appreciated as we are still in early development! Feel free to reply or drop a note!
A young girl transfers into a new school just as the term is nearing its close. With summer approaching, she is tasked with photographing the preparations for the school’s year-end tradition: a grand festival of lights. With her camera at the ready, she dives into a tangle of friendships, rivalries, courtships and conflicts—but the longings of troubled young hearts can’t be captured by lenses alone.
Golden Hour is a mobile visual novel/otome game that thrusts players into the exhilaration of high school romance to capture the fleeting, vibrant colors of youth. Set over a period of ten days, the game follows the protagonist’s attempts to find her place in her new city, especially through her encounters with four remarkable young men.
Caught up in the currents of their lives, she comes to learn their dreams, joys, fears, and obstacles. As she peers into their worlds, she finds her own horizons expanding with knowledge of the city they all call home: developed and all but controlled by a family of old wealth, the city is as full of gentle light as it is of cloying shadows.
Golden Hour is a story of romance, and coming of age; of finding solace in others and certainty in oneself; of lovers, friends, rivals, and family.
Main Character [Player-named], Second Year
Our story’s protagonist is used to switching homes, owing to her mother’s career, but she’s hoping this move is her last for a while. Thanks to her frequent relocations, she’s used to dealing with a wide variety of people–but isn’t too quick to open up, and would rather view the world through the lenses of her trusty camera.
Mr. Shutter-Shades AKA your academic fairy godmother
The Media and Visual Culture teacher seems a bit.. strange. But not in a bad way. The student social networking system was something he developed to ease the kids’ daily school lives. Likes: The Internet. Tabletop games. Students developing meaningful friendships. Dislikes: Bullies.
Bachelors and Rivals
Coming Soon (4 Bachelors, 4 Rivals, and a sizeable supporting cast)!
The game follows four main storylines that span a few days, each with multiple endings and unlockable CG scenes.
Multiple Narrative Modes
[*] Class Schedule Gameplay happens in blocks of time: morning classes, morning break, midday classes, lunch, afternoon classes…more classes… you get the picture! Checking the calendar and attending classes diligently gives the protagonist a better chance at hitting her stride in her new school. The protagonist can also schedule hangouts with friends or go on dates during the weekends!
[*] In-Game Chat App
What, high schoolers need some way to talk long into the night, right?
[*] Ayara High Student Social Network A place for Ayara High students to take note of school announcements, post about their day, and advertise their club events. Everyone has an account right from the moment of enrollment.
There are a few things that would be nice to have, once we finish with the main storylines!
[*] “Rival Stories” What happens to everyone else when the protagonist has chosen a character route? We’d like to take a deeper look at the friendships, rivalries, and romances that spring up among the rest of the cast. (ie, if you pick Kouya’s route, Nagi will romance someone from the student council throughout the route playthrough!)
[*] That One Teacher… This is an extra storyline we’d like to develop, focusing on, well, that one teacher.You know, the one with the weird glasses (someone reeeeally should tell him that Shutter Shades went out of style years ago).
He glanced at his wife, her breathing steady and quiet, her
body outlined by the light of the moon. Rowan had been away with Aedion for the
last week, overseeing Terrasen’s new recruits, and he had spent hours making it
up to Aelin earlier that evening. Considering how often she moaned his name,
and the marks on his back from her nails, he figured he was forgiven.
With a smile, he pulled up the thin, white blanket to her
bare shoulders, and kissed her forehead gently.
“I love you, Fireheart.”
As he stood, he swore he heard her mumble Buzzard, but when he looked back,
eyebrows raised, she was still sound asleep. He pulled on his pants with a
chuckle and grabbed a blanket from the chair by the fireplace on his way out
The creaking of the stairs had stopped, and the
pitter-patter of small feet were now heavy on the main floor. Wrapping the
blanket around his broad shoulders, Rowan silently took the stairs two at a
He found her by the window, watching the city-goers walk by
their private residence under the streetlights. She had her chin perched on her
knees and her arms wrapped around her legs as she sat on the window sill, her
golden hair a mess and her pajamas rumpled. She was clinging to her white-fur
blanket, the one she was given by Gavriel the day she was born.
He leaned against the door frame, watching her, admiringly.
He thought back to the first time he held her in his arms, bundled in that same
blanket, when terror and love and utter joy flooded him. He remembered looking
into the eyes of his firstborn, his daughter, and knowing he was in trouble.
She had put him through hell since the day she’d been born, and she was only
four. There was a lot more hell to go.
And he loved every minute of it.
“Didn’t your mother tell you to stay in bed?”
The small figure jumped at her father’s voice, her cheeks
turning pink as she turned to face him. “Maybe….”
The silver-haired fae crossed his arms as he tried not to
smile, and failed. “Ana.”
When her lip began to wobble, he ran to her side and pulled
her into his arms. Once her small arms had wrapped around his neck, and her
head was lying on his shoulder, he sighed.
“Are you mad, daddy?” she asked.
Rowan sat down on the cushioned couch that sat in front of
the fireplace and wrapped his blanket around his daughter. “No, why would I be
“Mommy gets mad when I get out of bed,” she said,
He laughed. “Mommy doesn’t get mad. She just wants you to
get a good night’s rest, that’s all. So you can grow big and strong.”
“Does mommy get mad at you when you get out of bed?”
He pulled back and looked into those curious, pine-green
eyes. It was the only trait she’d gotten from him. “Yes. So, don’t tell her I
was out of my bed, and I won’t tell her you were out of yours. Deal?”
She held up her pinkie in answer, and Rowan wrapped his
“Deal,” she giggled, and fell into his chest.
“Why can’t you sleep?” he asked her, after a minute. “It is
“I thought you were on my side,” her high-pitched voice was
He held up his hands in defense.
The little girl sighed. “Uncle Aedion told me a scary story.
Aunt Lysy got mad at him, but he thought it was funny.”
Aedion and Lysandra had taken Aliana to the square earlier
that afternoon for lunch, and to find a dress for Friday’s gathering.
Apparently, Aedion liked to add his own fun to the agenda.
“Scary story?” he brushed her hair back behind her ear.
“About snow leopards.”
“Yeah, about how they eat little girls with-with blonde
Rowan made a mental note to kick Aedion’s ass tomorrow when
they met for their early morning workout. “Uncle Aedion was just joking, Ana.”
She frowned. “Well, he’s not very funny.”
The corner of Rowan’s lips tugged upward as the little girl in
his lap yawned.
“Go to sleep, Ana,” he kissed the top of her head. “I love
“Will you stay?” she asked, pine-green eyes growing wide.
“Of course,” he promised, pulling her tighter against his
Another yawn escaped. “Love you, too, daddy.”
They sat there, just the two of them, in silence as he
patted her back, giving her the comfort that only he could.
“Hmm?” he asked, realizing he was dozing off.
“Can I be a bird like you?”
It took him a moment to realize she was talking about
shape-shifting, and the thought made him laugh, breathily. “You can be anything
you want to be, my Little Fireheart.”
But, when he didn’t get a reply, and he looked down at the
four-year-old cradled in his arms, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was
A small flame rose, and grew, from within the fireplace.
Rowan glanced toward the door frame and gave its occupant a
soft grin. He whispered, “I thought I wore you out.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was humor there, and love. “I
came to see why I was the only one in bed.”
He held out his free arm, and before he could take another
breath, she was there, lying her head against his shoulder and taking her
daughter’s feet into her lap.
“She’s getting so big,” she sighed. “I don’t understand why
she thinks I’d be mad to find her downstairs. Remind me to kick Aedion’s ass,
by the way.”
Rowan chuckled. “I’d be scared of you, too, Majesty.” Aelin
stuck her tongue out at her husband. With a smirk, he continued, “How long were
you standing there?”
“Long enough to come to the conclusion that you two must
keep a lot of secrets from me,” she narrowed her eyes as if to say liars.
He shrugged. “A pinkie swear cannot be broken.”
She nudged him in the ribs, then continued to rub his chest
with her finger in lazy circles to the sound of his quiet laughter.
“She’s perfect,” Aelin whispered, as Rowan’s eyes closed. “I
still think that, every day, just how perfect she is. She reminds me of you.”
“She’s just like her mother,” Rowan whispered, back. “Yes,
she is perfect. And beautiful. And kind. And smart.”
As he opened his eyes, he caught the tear that had fallen
down his wife’s cheek.
“There was a time when I didn’t think I would ever have this
life,” she whispered. “There was a time when I dreamt of this life, with you.
Sometimes, it feels like a dream after all that we’ve endured.”
“I often have to remind myself that it’s not,” he kissed her
head as the flames in the fireplace grew. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“To whatever end.”
“Always,” she smiled. “To whatever end.”
Aelin fell asleep a minute later, and Rowan sat there,
holding them both tightly, lovingly, admiringly, until the flames turned to
embers, the logs turned to ashes, and sleep consumed him.
additional notes: i’m back! i’ve had this idea in my head for a little over a week, and i hope yall like it :) thanks for sticking around and i hope to post more fics soon.
They were bickering when you entered the kitchen for lunch that afternoon.
“It’s gotta be me. I’ve had the most practice.”
“When’s the last time you even kissed someone?”
“When’s the last time you did, old man? The thirties?”
You rolled your eyes as you made your way to the fridge, hoping to find sufficient ingredients for a bagel sandwich. Listening to Sam and Bucky argue was the last thing you wanted to do after an hour-long workout, but you couldn’t help but be curious. “Should I even ask what you two are arguing about?” you asked, flashing Sam and Bucky a withering look over your shoulder.
Bucky defended himself immediately. “Sam here thinks he’s the better kisser. I’m trying to tell him why he’s wrong.”
Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh, there is no way Snowflake here is better than me. He can run, he can lift, he can fight, but I draw the line at kissing. Help me out, Y/N.”
“Sam, I wouldn’t even know,” you told him, taking a moment to relish the cool air wafting from the open refrigerator. You found the cream cheese, butter, and cherry tomatoes before letting the door swing shut. “I’ve never kissed either of you. All I know is from what you two brag about to Steve and me, and even that has to be pretty biased.”
Bucky snorted. “Please, doll, I speak nothing but the unbiased truth.”
You shrugged and started gathering your supplies. You were making a grilled cheese bagel sandwich and if that meant having to weather their bickering, so be it. “Whatever you say, Bucky.” You wondered if you should grab your earbuds and drown them out with music.
There was hushed murmuring back and forth between the two of them, and then Sam cleared his throat. “I mean, you’re right,” he began. “You’ve never kissed either of us.”
You turned around, fixing him with narrowed eyes. He was leaning with his elbows on the counter, watching you with a playful glint in his eye. “And?”
“Maybe to put this argument to rest,” Bucky chimed in, stepping around the counter and making his way toward you, “you need to see for yourself who’s better.” He stopped by the fridge, lifting an eyebrow to punctuate his proposition. “Whaddya say?”
You blinked. Had he really just suggested that you kiss him and Sam? Was Bucky really giving you the panty-dropping onceover and was Sam really licking his lips like you were some mouthwatering dessert? Your teammates, your friends, two men you’d worked with for years now, men you had never pictured yourself being romantically or even sexually involved with—well, not often. Your mind wandered every now and then, when you saw Bucky lifting weights shirtless or Sam slow-grinding to old-school R&B while he cooked breakfast. Okay, maybe you did picture yourself with them a few times, but it meant nothing. You pictured them as much as you pictured Steve or Thor. You worried that getting a taste of the real thing would enhance your fantasies by tenfold, and you were still sweaty (and half-dressed) from your workout, but none of that stopped you from looking Bucky straight in the eye and saying, “Fine. Who’s first?”
There was the slightest expression of surprise in both Bucky and Sam’s eyes, but neither of them hardly wavered from his confidence. They exchanged a look, and you crossed your arms. “Well?” you prompted, only half-feigning impatience.
Bucky turned back to you, slipping effortlessly back into his predatory swagger as he sauntered up to you. The T-shirt he was wearing clung to every inch of his chest and exposed just enough of his arms to make you sigh with longing. He smelled amazing. His hands slid up your arms to your cheeks, cupping your jaw as he leaned down. “Ready, doll?”
You nodded. Bucky smiled and sealed his lips to yours.
You knew Bucky had gone several decades without affection. He’d come to the Avengers headquarters a touch-starved wreck, plagued with nightmares, anxiety, depression, problems you had all wished you could heal with a simple push of a button. He was far from completely healed, but now you saw firsthand that his craving for human touch hadn’t diminished in the slightest. His kiss was ravenous, desperate. You gripped his shoulders with your hands, letting your eyes flutter closed. He used his gentle grip on your jaw to tip your head back, pressing his hips into yours and grinding into you. His metal hand felt wonderfully cool on your skin, and you wondered how it would feel elsewhere on your body. He nipped at your lower lip, making you whimper, and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocated as best as you could, lost in the ecstasy that was Bucky Barnes, until he finally pulled away, his lips detaching from yours with a soft, wet smack.
You swayed a little on your feet, but Bucky’s hand on your hip kept you steady. “Wow,” you exhaled, feeling like you were buzzing all over. “Nice.”
Bucky chuckled. “‘Nice’? I was expecting some higher praise, doll.” He squeezed your hip and stepped away from you. “Take your time, sweetheart. I’ll be right here. Your turn, Samuel.” He clapped Sam on the back as he sat down at the kitchen island, smirking.
Sam seemed impressed but not the least bit shaken. He rose from his seat and walked over to you, his brown eyes locked with yours. They were so warm, filled with an intensity unlike any look you’d ever seen from Sam. “Good?” he murmured, his arms encircling your waist to draw you up against him. You hadn’t noticed that you’d been leaning against the counter for support.
“Yeah,” you replied breathlessly, and Sam kissed you.
Where Bucky’s kiss was wild, Sam’s was soft. His lips were so plush, moving against yours with an unhurried rhythm, like this was a regular occurrence. The gentle approach had you feeling just as heady, as his hands roamed your body, from your shoulders to your waist and teasingly close to your ass. You held your hands on his chest, partly for the sake of your own balance. He used his tongue before his teeth, licking your bottom lip and asking for entry. You allowed it, and his tongue rubbed tantalizingly against yours. Sam had bragged countless times about what an amazing lover he was, always taking his time, savoring every moment, every touch, every sensation. Evidently, the same was true of his kisses. Sam’s kiss was slow, slow and sensual, and you felt like you could go on like this for hours. He was teasing you, and when you tried deepening the kiss, he smiled against your lips, amused at your eagerness. His hands finally dipped down and squeezed your ass, just once, but enough to make you gasp. He moved one up to the back of your head, the other to your waist, letting his fingers rove aimlessly over your bare ribs.
You sighed heavily, and it came out more as a moan than a breath. Sam pulled away, grinning at you smugly. He released you from his arms, wiping his mouth with the pad of his thumb. You’d possibly gotten a little carried away, you decided.
“What? No ‘wow’?” Sam joked.
You shook your head. “Wow,” you croaked, reaching behind you to grasp the counter.
“Who’s it gonna be, doll?” Bucky piped up, watching you curiously.
You mulled it over in your head, the two kissing styles, both so different, yet so enticing: Bucky, who kissed with as much fervor as he sparred, and Sam, who left you weak and wanting so much more. You couldn’t care less; they were both downright sexy. “Can’t tell. You’re both too good. I think I’ll just eat my lunch in my room. Mind cleaning this up?” With that, you grabbed a pear and a couple bananas from the fruit bowl and started exiting the kitchen. “Thanks, boys.”
Bucky and Sam sat there, openmouthed and unbelieving. “Wait, you can’t just—you said you’d decide!” Bucky cried after you, watching your shaky form pad down the hallway.
You laughed. “If you really need to know, why don’t you kiss each other?” you offered lightheartedly.
Bucky blinked. He looked over at Sam, who looked equally taken aback. They wouldn’t…Would they?
Sam turned to Bucky and shrugged. “Pucker up, Snowflake.”
Aries: The colourful sky that the sun paints with its rays as it settles down, disappearing behind the other side of the tired earth (sunset). This represents their happy personality and mesmerizing beauty.
Taurus: Sunrise, which can either be really amazing or make one upset (wants to sleep obvs). It showcases their personality. They can be the happiest person alive but when they’re upset, you’d want to steer clear of them.
Gemini: Late morning, around the same time that they usually sleep in late until. It can be seen in two very accurate perspectives. They feeling really lazy or they’ve had an eventful night and now needs LOTS of rest.
Cancer: Portrayed as late evening (7-8pm) when the world is peaceful, supper is being made (NB lots of salt added) and it’s prime time for scrolling to find memes or literally making a cocoon in bed and sleeping.
Leo: They represent 3am because this is when anything is possible in your mind. This represents that their personality can either be as dark as the night will be or as as bright as the sun that will rise in a few hours.
Virgo: 11:11 (am or pm) because they’re full of happiness and opportunities! Always able to count on them to make you feel better or offer some friendly advice. Literally the only wish you need.
Libra: Early afternoon, literally the peak of everyday when the sun is almost as blinding as their dazzling smile. Anything that happens at this time can either make or break your day, just like their presence.
Scorpio: Midnight, when you’re all alone with your thoughts. Represents their love for being alone and enjoying some “me time” while absorbing the quietness.
Sagittarius: 10pm, the moment you remember the homework you should’ve done. In other words, represents their loving yet forgetful soul. No matter how tough it gets they always persevere and are determined to finish what needs to be done.
Capricorn: The early early morning before the sun rises when most of the world still sleeps in darkness while the other half buzzes with the on goings of people. This represents their exciting and busy life while still having another side of them that not many people know about.
Aquarius: Late afternoon, that time after lunch when you’ve just stuffed yourself with like five helpings of dessert and you can’t move anymore but you still want to get up to go get more but it’s too far so you just kinda lie around. Yeah that’s basically it. Food fanatic forever (check that alliteration).
Pisces: Time ??? what’s that ??? who has time for anything when staying in bed and exploring the dark inter-web is an important thing ???
Request: Yay, your requests are open❤️ I’ve been binge-watching a show called Say Yes To The Dress and I was wondering if I may request a Yoongi senario where he comes with you to pick your wedding dress along with the members? Yoongi is my favorite member, he’s so pretty TT^TT
Genre: Fluff / Romance.
Your appointment was set for early in the afternoon, so after lunch you had been fuzzing around with your outfit, hair and make up. Going to buy your dress at Bridals had been your dream for as long as you could remember, so after you found out Bridals had opened a branch in Seoul you decided you had to go.
-Y/N, anyone would believe the wedding is today-
Your fiancé, the funny guy who at the moment wasn’t funny, was staring at you from your bed.
You huffed, trying to rearrange your hair differently since the up-do you were attempting made you look old. -I just want to get this right- you said more to yourself than him.
Yoongi sat watching you from the mirror to then stand up, going to you to hug you from the back. His face was semi buried on a side of your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.
-It’s going to be ok, you look beautiful-
You pouted staring at your reflection, placing your hands over his. You were nervous as you were excited, this was an important occasion for you, but Yoongi’s presence made it all better, he held you when you needed it, and not just physically, Yoongi was always willing to take care of you even if sometimes it was in his own slightly shy ways.
A little smile bloomed thinking about it, you loved your boyfriend too much and you couldn’t wait to be his wife.
For the appointment you knew you could take people with you, usually girls went with their mom, mother in law, the bridesmaids, sisters, etc. But for you it was a bit different than that. The host looked at you and back at your companions with wide eyes, surely she didn’t expect to receive a bride with seven men trailing after her.
-This is a first- she said with a nervous giggle, registering you while the team that would be assisting you arrived. You smiled at Yoongi who nodded in reassurance, then you saw the other six companions for the day, since your family couldn’t be here, you had decided that who better for the occasion than the six boys that had become over the time important and indispensable people in your life, so much you could call them family, these days required a support system and honest opinions and you knew that was what you were going to get from them.
The consultant that would be assisting you arrived, she was the Lori of Seoul, in her fifties, short hair and a classy outfit but with an expression that was gentle but yet awake.
-Welcome to Bridals, my name is Nara-
You bowed and so did the boys, but it was you doing the talking since this was after all your day. -Hello, I’m Y/N, thank you for having us today-
You noticed behind Nara there were two younger women, surely the assistants for fitting and for searching the dress. -It’s our pleasure, so who is coming with you today?- she asked looking at the boys sharply. -I heard they are singers-
You nodded. -Yes, that was why I requested the privacy…- Nara made a hand gesture for you to not worry about that at all, so you smiled a little. -These are Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung- you went saying their names as they greeted and bowed politely. -And this in my fiancé, Min Yoongi-
The two assistant gasped and Nara took a hand to her chest. -We have a fox in the henhouse!-
Welp, I woke up from a weird dream this morning after oversleeping and now I’m snuggled down on my couch and working, but I wanted to take a moment to write something because regardless of all these damn spoilers and upset nonsense and theories floating around, I still very much love Captain Swan and they are for sure my OTP.
So…because I am a woman with a one track mind and a mission to spread Captain Swan love whenever I can, here be a smutty one-shot leading into a weekend where much writing is planned for me (I’m looking at you, Fragile Design) and there’s a wonderful episode on the horizon for Sunday (Captain Charming shenanigans, yo).
I mean…look at these two beauties together:
How can you not just wanna love up on these two???? Be still my shipper heart.
Hey guys, this a prompt fill from the awesome @cheryllclayton it doesn’t completely follow the prompt as I got a bit carried away.
This prompt has also been filled by @betsforsythetrash , who did an awesome job and you should go and read it because it’s really really good, and there is a part 2.
This one takes a different route and is partially inspired by the “What if Riverdale characters were on Tinder” video where everyone was swiping right on FP. Also in this story FP was not arrested, Jughead has moved back home with him and Polly has had her twins.
Also it is a bit of a long one so there is a “Keep Reading” cut.
“Hey Mr Andrews.” Betty said excitedly as she pulled her car up to the construction site. She had decided that she would stay in Riverdale over the summer. After the drama that had happened over the school term, spending time with her family and her new niece and nephew sounded like the perfect way to spend summer. And well there was also Jughead. They had caught up at the end of most days at Pop’s each with a vanilla milkshake, the classic, as he would say, as he told her stories of what had happened at the construction site while she told him everything that Eliza and Jason Jnr were doing now as well as the million photos that she had captured on her phone. Flicking excitedly through each one.
Today though she had decided that she would surprise him by bringing him lunch from Pop’s of course and they could share. She had managed to convince her mum to give her some time away from the register to come out despite a deadline looming over their heads. She could swear her mum had a soft spot for Jughead.
“I brought Jughead some lunch, is he here?” She asked as Fred approached her from the foreman’s office.
“Him and Archie have just gone to pick up a delivery, should be back in about 5 mins.” He assured her as he saw the disappointment cross her face that he was not here for her surprise.
“Okay, I’ll just wait.” She smiled brightly, clutching the paper bag in her hand.
“You can wait in the office if you like.” Fred offered, but she shook her head.
“I’ll wait out here, enjoy the sunshine.” Enjoying the feeling of being outside instead of at home with Polly or at the register with her mum.
“Okay. Just put this on for me.” He handed her a spare hard hat from the wall of the office. “Just in case.” She took the hard hat from him placing it on her head, before walking away to try and find somewhere comfortable to bask in the sun. The sun hit her eyes and she was grateful for the shielding that the hard hat provided.
She walked around the construction site as she examined the work men around, she had always admired how so much could be built out of nothing.
“Hey girlie.” She spun in the direction of the voice to see two of the workers, needling each other as the eyed her up and down. She suddenly felt subconscious in her shorts and singlet. “Did you bring me something sweet?” He called from his position his fellow workman obviously encouraging him. She hmmphed and walked away from them, thinking that perhaps she should retreat into the safety of the office.
“Leave her alone.” A familiar voice barked back at the two workers who were now chuckling to each other, but stopped when they heard him. “That’s my son’s girlfriend, show some damn respect.” She turned to thank him when she stopped, at a loss for words.
Jughead wiped the sweat and dirt off of his forehead with a callused hand, he had quickly realized he enjoyed working for Andrews Construction more than he ever thought he would, it was hard work but it was good work and he felt useful and needed. He and Archie had just finished for the day and Jughead was anxious to get back to the lockers to grab his phone, Betty hadn’t been feeling well and with Veronica’s father coming back to town Betty took the brunt of Veronica’s emotional breakdowns.
“She’s my best friend, if I can carry a little of her weight, it’s worth it.”
The selfless blonde had said that afternoon at the lunch table, with Veronica napping on her shoulder.
Not only was Veronica’s constant need for support and affection taking a toll on Betty but Polly was due this month and after Hal had left, too much responsibility was heavily placed on the Youngest Cooper, to make sure her family was okay, make sure no one fell apart. But then of course there was Jughead, Betty hadn’t fully gotten over the things he had said to her the night of his birthday party, he could tell she was still hurting, her insecurities were a bit more prominent and she still hesitated to call Jughead when she needed him. He had apologized about thirty times and although she said it was okay he couldn’t help but hate himself for making her hide who she was around him.
He looked to his right and tried to zone back in on the conversation he was supposed to be having with Archie
“So I’m thinking I take her out of town ya know? Get her mind off of things, Veronica could use the escape and I’ve been meaning to get her alone for the past few days. You might wanna do the same for Betty. Dad said you could use his pickup truck all weekend since he’s using the company car and I’m using the van.” Archie explained , side eying his best friend trying to convey how good an idea it was.
Alone with Betty for an entire weekend? No nosy best friends and damaged families? Just the two of them. Where would they even go?
Almost as if reading his mind Archie spoke again.
“Ronnies gonna show me around New York, it’s where she’s happiest. I know Betty’s grandparents own a cottage just a few towns over, they’re in Florida right now but Betty loves it there, just an idea.” The red headed boy grinned, strolling into the trailer and grabbing his bag from the locker.
Could he really do this? Just whisk her away, stay somewhere small, secluded, comfortable? Pulling his phone out he clicked on the new message from Betty
BETS: guess who’s fighting with his boyfriend? I’ll give you a hint - it’s Kevin Keller. :/ I might not be able to make it tonight, he’s currently crying on my bathroom rug. Sorry Romeo, duty calls. **** Juliet
Slamming his phone on the table Jughead had made a decision, she needed him right now and he was not about to let this opportunity pass. The car ride to Archie’s was filled The ginger haired boys constant chatter, as soon as they parked, Jughead was out of the car and up the stairs , throwing things in a duffel and saying goodbye to a vey confused Fred.
He double rang the Coopers doorbell and smiled when a very pregnant Polly Cooper opened the front door, ear phones in and a happy smile on her face
“Hey jug! Is Betty expecting you? She’s upstairs with Veronica and Kevin right now, the poor boy won’t stop crying, I know I said I wanted a son but I’m thinking a daughter may be better.” She winked moving aside to let Jughead slide past her protruding Belly, he placed an open hand on her stomach and smiled
“This little bug is definitely a boy, count on it Polly.” He grinned.
Polly rolled her eyes as Jughead straightened his back and stared at her seriously
“Polly I need your help, I want to take Betty away, just for a few days. I’m not asking you to lie but I need you to not tell Alice where we’re going” he shrugged shyly.
Polly was nodding before he even finished the first word
“I won’t tell, I’ve got your back. Betty needs this, she needs you. Give me an address and have her home before baby Blossom is born and you are in the clear.” She placed a hand to Jugheads shoulder, her natural maternal instinct kicking in
“You’re a good boy Jughead Jones and I trust my sister with you, take care of her okay? Lord knows someone has to.” The hormonal blonde wipes tears from her eyes before moving away quickly mumbling
“Damn baby, making me cry all the time.”
Jughead laughed heartily and started his sprint up the stairs, he slammed into the room to find Betty in a tiny silk green nightgown and Veronica in a blue one, both sitting in the ground next to a wallowing Kevin. Damn did Betty look good, he swallowed hard as he eyed her before shaking his head and heading to her closet grabbing the familiar lavender duffel bag and throwing in on her bed
“Come on, pack up! We’re wasting daylight.” Jughead started pulling her off the ground gently by her hand, Betty stared up at him confused
“What are you…” she questionedreailing off as she saw Veronica begin packing her bag
“I mean I totally knew this would happen, Archie’s taking me to New York and we both know Jughead is way more smitten, of course he’d make it a surprise. So dramatic” Veronica continued finalizing the tiny duffel bag and shoving it into Betty’s arms before running a hand over her perfect curls
“Okay all set, you guys have fun.. but not too much fun.”
Betty was practically shuffled down the stairs at a loss for words, she finally found her voice as she stood in front of the beat up truck, noticing Jugheads bag in the front seat.
“What is going on?!?”
Betty shouted, throwing her hands up.
Jughead smiled slightly, gently placing his hands on her hips
“We’re going away for the weekend, a cottage a few towns over? Archie mentioned you liked it. It’s just gonna be us, no responsibilities, no problems.. just us.” He could feel his girlfriend melting into his arms but she was still tense
“I can’t just go! What about Polly? The baby? Veronica?” She rambled, her eyes searching frantically.
Veronica stepped forward now
“Everything you’ve done for me? I need you to go with him Betty, you deserve this. And as for Polly and the Baby your mom will be home and we all know how Kevin likes to hang around your house.” She rolled her eyes as the flamboyant boy gasped in indignation.
“I can’t just.. I can’t.. can I?” She muttered looking up to her boyfriend who placed a kiss to her forehead and smiled his boyish grin
“You can and you will. Now come on your chariot awaits, he moved to the side of the truck and opened her door, watching as her long legs slid in, barely covered by the silky half gown. Betty waved at her friends as Jughead started the car, there was so much to think about, so much to worry about, but with the windows rolled down and her boyfriends hand in hers, she figured
Summary: Len is scared to lose any more people. based on the song i found by amber run
Prompt: bones imagine based on the song I Found by Amber Run? - @uhura-ny
Warnings: language, lil angsty
A/N: lil less than 2k words. one of my favorite people requested this piece. i was so happy when i finished writing it that i sent her 8 messages screaming about it. it’s a good piece, not exactly what was wanted, but i’m pretty satisfied with it! i obv had to add some jim to hold myself over. ENJOY and tell me what you think!
A novice in the art of ignoring those on his mind, Leonard found it difficult to keep his mouth shut and in his most neutral scowl— especially when you were the one in question.
His palms were growing tired of his fingernails just as his teeth grew tired of being constantly gritted and he thought maybe his eyebrows would be stuck in a permanent furrow while his jaw would never come unclenched. He couldn’t stop, though.
He couldn’t just not dig his nails into his skin with enough force to draw blood— it kept him from reaching for you. It was compulsory that his teeth remained gritted with such strength— there was no chance any words meant for you could leave his lips that way. He absolutely needed to furrow his eyebrows, knit and screwed together— it prevented his eyes from softening for you. And he knew there was no way he could ever unclench his aching jaw— it made sure to keep intact the slipping tension he so desperately needed to keep from sinking into you.
He didn’t dare forget about you, either. While he did his best to choke back the feelings that awoke for you just by the smell of your shampoo or the sound of your voice, he couldn’t afford to forget those feelings ever existed. They were a warning for him— a cautionary tale that laid before him the outcome of ever feeling that way again, the outcome of ever falling so hard again.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried. He’d actually tried so hard. He kept himself locked in the medbay, tied to his desk, drowned in a bottle of cheap bourbon. But that made it all worse— quitting you cold turkey just wasn’t an option.
He then resorted to limiting his exposure to you. Just lunch every afternoon! Sometimes dinner, usually breakfast. A little pop-in to see how you were fairing in the bowels of the Enterprise as Scotty’s favorite engineer beside himself. But that was it. No more than that.
He was rethinking things as he sat before you now, though. With the way your finger-mussed hair brushed against your cheekbones and your eyes sat widened in amusement, he needed to rethink things.
“— so they keep injuring themselves! Out of spite!” you said loudly as you laughed, waving your hand around so your water came dangerously close to sloshing over the rim of your glass. “Can you imagine having such little regard for your superior officer that you’re willing to risk knocking your teeth out?”
were a lot of advantages to working in a small, three person office; no
gossip, no drama, and a grateful, genuinely kind boss who recognized
how vital her two employees were to keep things running. There were
downsides, too, like not having anyone new, or at least different, to
talk to for forty hours a week and the generally slow nature of the
business, which meant I probably spent more time surfing the net than I
did doing actual work.
In the beginning, it was pretty much ideal; I did the work that came
my way and then spent the rest of my day doing whatever I wanted (within
reason, the boss lady still liked to believe I was being productive).
After a couple years, however, it had started to get pretty old. The job
was dull and unfulfilling and I got zero satisfaction out of it, but I
was far too loyal to Tanya to leave, so I was stuck in a sort of limbo.
"you're jealous, aren't you" with jumin han or masamune from slbp?
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
“Don’t know of it.” The reply is curt, but she can tell by the way his fingers are gripped into the morning newspaper. Her phone’s notification sound rung through the silence, and it had been another text from Zen.
If trust fund kid manages to detach himself from you for the afternoon, lunch is on me!
She could hear Zen’s voice when she had read it, a voice with underlying malice for her dear husband that she had learned to be at peace with; they wouldn’t be getting along any time soon. There was an understanding that Jumin was a fixture in her life that would never soon disappear, but also Zen was one of her dearest friends and Jumin couldn’t pay her enough to ignore him like he requested her to.
“Doesn’t he have the manners to not text during breakfast?” Jumin’s response was delivered coolly while he sipped from his coffee. She had known her husband well enough to tell that the crease in his brow made his jealousy far more evident than what she already knew was there.
“He doesn’t have much free time. You can’t keep me locked up in here, you know,” She shot a playful look at him. “as much as I know you wish you could. The cage wasn’t a very nice fixture to the kitchen.”
“It’s not as if you minded getting in it once or twice for—”
Her glare was agonizing. “Stop.”
“I was just reminiscing upon a memory. Anyways, I still don’t approve of Zen being around you. The man still thinks he has psychic dreams.”
“Hey, they’re pretty accurate and you know it.” She interjected firmly and Jumin couldn’t help but smile at her dedication to the people she loves; even if he isn’t quite fond of them himself.
He put down his paper to deliver a thin smile towards her. “Just this once. If he lays a hand on you, I’ll be cutting off his beloved ponytail myself.”
You arrived at Gaston’s exquisite log cabin just outside the village. It must be nice. You mused to yourself, having a place of your own, not having to worry about anyone. “I couldn’t but wondering you appear to be troubled?” Gaston raised an eyebrow, seeing your features, turn from joy to distaste very rapidly.
“Nothing is the matter. You needn’t worry about little old me.” You shrugged, brushed yourself off. Gaston still worried about you though. “That’s the thing, mademoiselle. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since the moment we met today in the village. “ Gaston whispered in a husky voice. Your faces were now only but a few inches apart.
“Philip, don’t be mad,” Lukas says,
fanning out his stack of fake money.
“I’m not mad.”
“He just thought he was getting better,”
Gabe says, giving Lukas a look.
Lukas’s face falls.
“Gabe knows when to let me win,” Helen
says, starting to gather up the pieces and put them in the box. “I always give
him the eye and then I magically wind up being able to buy Boardwalk.”
Lukas puts his stack of money down and
Helen sweeps it up like it was never even there. Philip is still leaning on his
fist and Lukas feels like a fucking idiot. He reaches out, grabbing Philip’s
hand over the game board. “Baby, you’re not mad I beat you at Monopoly right?”
Who said “I love you” first: I’m gonna hand this one to Oliver because Barry doesn’t even think about saying it out loud until one day Oliver just surprises him with it. Barry walked up behind him for a hug, and Oliver said, “I love you.” Barry feels like the boyf who forget the anniversary until Ollie assures him that he knew Barry loved him, nerd. So Barry leaves “I love you!” sticky notes everywhere for like a month.
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Oliver has a very tasteful picture of The Flash fifty yards away, suited up, crouched wonderingly beside a white peacock, hand out like he’s going to touch it. Barry has the sequel thanks to Thea: Oliver laughing, phone forgotten, as Barry trips over his own feet while he flees the charging white peacock.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Barry draws smiley faces. To be contrary, Oliver draws frowny faces. Barry thinks they’re adorable.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Oliver tends to just drop a box of fuzzy white dandelions on Barry’s desk with a note like “these made me think of you” because he’s a nerdddd.
Who initiated the first kiss: Barry. He freaked out about it two seconds later, but Oliver just leveled a patented, “Barry Stop Talking” look and that was that.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning: If you ever want to hear the closest a human being can sound to a tiger growl, try waking up Oliver Queen in the morning. Can and will punt speedsters out of bed. Apparently turnabout is fair play.
Who starts tickle fights: They don’t really have tickle fights, but they’re constantly ribbing each other. Oliver is slightly more ticklish, but tickle at your own risk.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Oliver and it almost kills Barry the first time because he slips, catches himself, and launches into a spiel about warnings, holy fuck.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Do you mean first lunch, second lunch, early afternoon snack, late afternoon snack, pre-dinner snack, or second-pre-dinner snack? Either way if Oliver even thinks food Barry is game. He’s pretty good at keeping up and still maintaining a ridiculously fit body.
Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Oliver was delightfully awkward, and Barry is all for it. Except then Oliver pointed out that Barry had a crush on the Vigilante, and Barry’s been blushing for forty-five minutes.
Who kills/takes out the spiders: Barry relocates to the top of the dresser, cross-legged and reading, and looks up with relief when Oliver walks in because, “Oh, thank God, there’s–” and Oliver sighs and pulls off a shoe and grunts, “Where?” (Sorry, spiders! Left in Barry’s hands he’d probably burn the house down.)
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Oliver, in an increasingly Canadian accent, no less.