but that was a bad idea i probably

saw this post by @fanficisgoodforthesoul and went;

this was fun to write!

Warnings; i guess this contains little mentions of NFSW stuff, but nothing major. also they’re college age here so pls don’t attack me thank u bye 
also the f- word for gay sigh

It was October 29th when Eddie Kaspbrak was sitting on his high dorm bed and trying to read a magazine, but his eyes kept on flicking to the boy on his own bed, that was across the room next to Eddie’s.

The other boy wasn’t like Eddie; his hair was much more out of control, he was lanky, he had super pale skin and his hands were super bony— and cold, Eddie had learnt this when they accidentally went for the same tea bag once; so at this point Eddie was pretty invested on the thought his dorm mate Richie Tozier was a vampire.

Why?

1. He seemed to have no feelings whatsoever. 
2. He was quiet most of the time (and Eddie had noticed this was only with him, because outside the room Richie was laughing and cracking jokes very much out loud) but when he wasn’t, he was extremely rude— and, Eddie hated to admit it, 
3. he had picture-perfect looks.

But the reason he kept on glancing at the other teen was because he felt uncomfortable being in the same room with him; like he was waiting for him to offend Eddie at any second now. Because besides him most likely being a vampire, Eddie was sure he was also a homophobe.


It all started on the first day of college, when Eddie had already decorated his side of the room; he couldn’t wait to meet his new roommate. He was so excited thinking he was maybe gonna get a new best friend; his childhood best friend Bill had moved away from Maine all the way to Switzerland, Europe for college and even though they did talk almost daily, Eddie didn’t really wanna Skype his best friend half across the world every time at lunch because he didn’t have any friends at his school. Little did he know, that’s exactly what he ended up doing for the first couple of months.

As Eddie was on his bed writing to his diary, the door finally opened, revealing a tall, slender boy with black messy curls creeping from underneath the hood of his black, long hoodie. He had a pair of white headphones around his neck, ripped jeans covering his long legs, in his feet he had blue Converse, and he had a huge training bag with the Nike logo hanging from his shoulder.

Sure, not exactly the type of boy Eddie was expecting— because this one was hot. In fact he was so hot Eddie felt his cheeks fluster, but quickly he swallowed and jumped down from his bed.

“Hi! I’m Eddie!” He said, holding his hand out to the boy with a small on his face, but the other boy just glanced down at his hand and snorted.

Fuck me.” He just mumbled as he made his way to his bed— and he didn’t mean it erotically; he simply meant that he was screwed.

Awkwardly Eddie dropped his hand and glanced at the boy, who had now started to unpack his sports bag, and Kaspbrak climbed back to his own bed.

Eddie cleared his throat before he spoke.

“What’s your… what’s your name?”

The other kid didn’t answer for such a long time Eddie thought he was gonna ignore him again.

“Richie.” He finally said.

“Richie.” Eddie nodded. He liked the name Richie.

“Wait—” the boy, Richie, said, and turned around to face Eddie now. Eddie, who raised his brows lightly.

“You’re Eddie Kaspbrak, right?” He asked.

Eddie was taken by surprise.

“Um, yeah.” He said. “Why?”

“Oh my God.” Richie mumbled, turning back around and now starting to throw his clothes to the boxes more aggressively.

“Is… something wrong?” Eddie frowned.

“I can’t believe I got paired with a fucking faggot.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped as he stared at the boy in disbelief— did he really just say that?

Oh yes, he did just say that.

He wasn’t surprised Richie had found out; because of course he had. Eddie knew that making out with some random boy at a kickoff- party before college started probably wasn’t the greatest idea. Now everyone knew Eddie was gay; but he never would’ve thought someone would take it this bad.

His words hurt, obviously, but Eddie didn’t say anything. He felt the urge to cry rise up in his throat and just turned to his side, not wanting Richie to see the tears that appeared into his eyes against Eddie’s own will; but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy, and he honestly hoped to make friends. Were all the other students going to react the same as Richie?

However— Eddie didn’t give up.

He knew that he had to at least try and be polite, even if Richie wasn’t. That’s just how he was raised.

So he made many attempts on talking with the boy; but they weren’t successful ones.

Like that one time Eddie was re-adjusting the stuff on his night table and kept on glancing at Richie, trying to come up with a topic— but Richie wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie as he was “busy” reading a comic.

“So… what do you like to do for fun?” Eddie smoothly asked.

“Fuck.”

Eddie would almost choke on air as he flustered, and Richie calmly flipped the page of his comic book.


“Where did you move from?” Eddie asked another day, when they stepped out of the dorm at the same time.

“None of your business.”

Rude, Eddie had thought and knew better than to ask him more questions that day as he watched the boy take rapid steps further; he clearly didn’t want to walk with Eddie.


But again, one day, he would try.

He was sitting on his bed, watching as Richie sat on his and tuned his guitar, when he decided to speak.

“You got any family?” He asked with a smile.

Richie smiled back; for Eddie’s surprise, but then he spoke.

Again— none of your business.” He said, the smile then immediately washing off of his face before he then got back to his guitar.

Eddie’s smile disappeared too as he now realized Richie had just been faking his.


Even though Richie wouldn’t fill Eddie in on any details about his life, there were some things he’d found out himself.

He learnt to realize that Richie liked to do other things for fun too; like play his guitar, sing (in the shower) and make funny voices (that Eddie heard while he was in the shower.)

He also moved from New York, that one Eddie had found out when Richie once dropped his ID card. No wonder he was so rude, Eddie thought. He’d heard NYC people are a little shallow. Because hey, they do live in the Big Apple.

And about Richie’s family, Eddie had learned they were pretty much… not there.

Eddie remembers one time when him and Richie happened to walk back to the dorm at the same time on a Friday night, and the hallway was full of drunken teens; and for the first time ever, Richie spoke to Eddie without mocking him.

“I just don’t get it. What fun do you get out of drinking yourself to the point where you can’t remember jack-shit about it? Then you’re gonna wake up covered in vomit and piss and you’re gonna call it a great night out. Keep it up and you’ll end up as an alcoholic in no time. Really gives you a great future, not to mention your future kids.“

Eddie had just quietly glanced up at him, immediately turning his gaze away as the taller boy looked back at him.

“Yeah,” Eddie had then said. “Agreed.”


Then there was also the fact that Eddie had seen some pretty bad bruises on Richie’s body during the first few weeks, before they healed away; these were in his arms and Eddie had only seen them for the short few seconds it took for Richie to switch his shirt (and mostly he would mumble something like, “god, you wanna take a photo to make it last longer?” to Eddie, and he would turn his gaze away immediately). Eddie had obviously never questioned them, but something told him that there was a reason Richie turned his gaze down at that one psychology class when they discussed family violence.

That night Eddie heard Richie cry in his bed around one a.m, when he thought Eddie was asleep.

After November 4th, Eddie no longer thought Richie Tozier was a vampire.

He realized he did in fact have feelings; and hearing him cry in his bed, for what seemed like forever, Eddie felt his chest tighten— he wanted to comfort his dorm mate, tell him it’s okay, but he knew that Richie would probably punch him in the face if he even tried to.

Eddie wasn’t dumb. But he also wasn’t rude— that’s why he never once asked about his parents, not even after hearing Richie cry.

And even if he would have asked, he knew Richie would never tell him.


Eddie would still try and be nice to Richie, even more after the dramatic night; he’d hold the door open for Richie (never getting a thank you- though), he’d ask if Richie wanted the last slice of his pizza (he’d take it, again not thanking) and he’d again try and start chitchatting with him— mostly about annoying teachers or the weather, but it seemed that the nicer Eddie got, the meaner Richie got. He’d do little stuff; like if they walked out the same time, he would slam the door shut instead of returning Eddie’s favors and holding it open for him, and Eddie always stepped back just in time before it would’ve hit his face. Richie only ever boiled tea water enough for himself, and whenever Eddie was quietly chuckling to a text on his phone, Richie would mock his laughter in a super girly- way.

But then there were bigger things.


On November 16th Richie stumbled in to the dorm in the middle of the night with laughter, when Eddie was just about to fall asleep.

Eddie got up to a sitting position under his blanket, and he stared into the dark; the only light in the room was the dim blue moonlight shining through the curtains, and there wasn’t one, but two figures; making out.

“What the fuck, Richie?” Eddie blurted out, and the girl let out a tiny scream.

“Oh my God, who’s that?” She asked.

Eddie recognized her as one of the cheerleaders, but nothing more. For a moment he wondered if she was drunk; but he knew Richie didn’t drink, and he figured he wouldn’t take advantage of drunk girls either.
Well, it’s not like he’d even have to. Girls were desperate for him.

“It’s just my roommate,” Richie said. “Don’t worry, you’re not his type.”

Richie wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist, before whispering—

“He’s gay.”

Eddie’s stomach turned around.

“Shit, really?” The girl blurted out, a tiny giggle escaping her mouth.

“Uh-huh.” Richie murmured, kissing the girl’s neck— and for some reason Eddie couldn’t look away.

“He’s staring,” the girl said, staring back at Eddie in the dark room.

“Let him,” Richie said, lifting the girl to his bed and leaning closer to press a sloppy kiss to her lips. “Lil Eddie-Spaghetti probably just gets very lonely.”

Eddie was on the edge of crying again because Richie was being so mean.
The poor brunette had literally done nothing but tried to be a nice person.

However, he tried to not think of the hurt Tozier’s words caused (or was he hurting because he’d watched Richie kiss the girl?) he turned to his other side and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to ignore the giggles and soon pants coming from the other boy’s bed for the next thirty minutes; but Eddie could’ve sworn it lasted for closer to three hours— or at least that’s what it felt like.


On November 20th Eddie rushed back to the dorm after P.E— he never took showers in the mutual shower room because he was disgusted with the thought of sharing the room with so many people, naked.

He had to scrub the dorm shower from head to toe before using it because of Richie alone, so there was no way he was going to shower with complete strangers.

So he was covered in sweat as he stepped in to the dorm, not hearing a sound;
Great, Richie wasn’t even here, he thought. He could take his shower in peace.

He only ever dressed or undressed in the bathroom, because he didn’t want Richie walking in on him naked— for Tozier this wasn’t a problem though, which was weird since he seemed to be pretty disgusted with Eddie’s sexual orientation. Richie was constantly changing his clothes in front of Eddie, and each time it was getting harder and harder for Eddie to not look at him as he sat on his bed and pretended to read a book.

So like every time, Eddie just grabbed the door handle and pulled it open—
Only to find Richie standing under the shower, applying shampoo to his hair. Eddie gaped at him; even though Richie had changed his clothes in front of Eddie before, he had never seen the curly haired boy fully naked; well, not his front, anyway.

But now he was staring at it.

Yes, literally staring at it.

Because wow, Eddie thought.

“Jesus, Kaspbrak!”

Richie’s words made Eddie flinch back to the moment and he flipped his eyes up to Richie’s.

“If you wanna jerk one off go to Pornhub!” Richie blurted out, and Eddie still couldn’t say anything.

“Did you hear me—?” Richie asked, getting annoyed now.

Silence— the poor boy Eddie had lost his ability to speak.

“I am not fucking gay, Kaspbrak!” Richie blurted out, saying the word like it was the nastiest word ever to exist.

And after those words Eddie just nodded, mumbled a ‘sorry’ and shut the door rapidly.

He felt like staying in the dorm would be too awkward, so he walked out immediately, not exactly sure where he was going— but he knew it had to be far away from Richie because Eddie knew that now, once he’d seen it; he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Richie’s naked body.


November 22th Eddie was coming back from one of his classes and had just made it to the dorm room, when he stopped to stare at the door. There was a paper taped to it.

HERE LIVES

A FAGGOT

Eddie’s stomach dropped as his throat started to tighten with the urge to cry, and just then some students walked past him from behind, bursting out in tiny laughs as they looked at the paper. He wondered how many people had already seen it, and even thought majority of the students seemed to know Eddie was gay already, it wasn’t really none of their business. And this was just mean.

Eddie knew exactly who was behind this; which is why it hurt even more.

He ripped the paper off of the door and with intensity shoved it open, stomping in.

“Are you serious?!” He yelled at Richie as the door slammed shut behind him,  staring at the boy on the bed who had earphones in his ears.

He frowned and pulled them down, staring at Eddie.

“Huh?” He just asked.

“I asked, are you serious—?!” Eddie asked again, holding the paper up.

“What’s that?” Richie asked.

What’s that—” Eddie mocked in a low voice. “Don’t act like you don’t know!”

“Jesus, Kaspbrak, I don’t know— what is that?” Richie was confused as he got up to a sitting position.

Eddie was furious as he squeezed the paper into a ball and threw it at Richie, who grabbed it and opened it, glancing at Eddie once more before he read it, a small frown still on his face.

Once he was done he lifted his gaze to look at the brunette, who had his fists clenched as he was breathing heavily through his nostrils.

“I didn’t write this,” Richie said.

“Then who did?!” Eddie snapped. “Because I know you hate me!”

“What?” Richie blurted out.

Eddie’s eyes widened; what the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just admit it?

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” Eddie threw his hands up in frustration. “It’s so obvious, Richie!”

“What is obvious?!” Richie was so confused.

“That you hate me because I’m gay!” Eddie blurted out, staring at him.

Richie stared back, not saying a word. Eddie looked like he was gonna have his forehead vein burst at any second now, so Richie knew not to raise his voice or make sudden moves or anything that might just trigger Eddie and turn him into a small ball of rage that couldn’t be stopped; so slowly he got up from the bed, Eddie keeping a hawk-eye on his every move.

“You think I hate you because you’re gay.” Richie said.

“Yes.” Eddie answered sharply, watching as Richie made his way over to him, still with rather slow steps.

“And why is that?” Richie asked.

“Because you’re rude to me, you mock me, you act like you don’t know me outside this dorm room—” Eddie held a new finger up at every reason.

“Okay, fine, reasonable.” Richie cut him off, lightly raising his hands up in surrender and Eddie glared at him.

“But I don’t hate you,” the curly haired boy let out a small laugh, and Eddie’s brows shot up fast. How dare he laugh?

“You think this is funny?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “You think it’s funny humiliating me like that—?!”

He shoved Richie from his shoulders lightly, and this surprised the taller boy.

“For the last time, Kaspbrak, I didn’t do that!” He blurted out, pointing at the paper.

“Then who did?!” Eddie raised his voice again.

“Well I don’t know but it definitely wasn’t me!” Richie raised his voice a little too— now he was just getting pissed off.

“Oh— so it definitely wasn’t you?“ Eddie mocked.

“Yeah!”

“And why is that?!” Eddie was about to get furious; why couldn’t his stupid ass roommate just admit it and apologize?

Why—?!” Richie asked.

“Yeah!” Eddie blurted out.

“You really wanna know?” Richie asked,  annoyed with the brunette, as he raised his brows.

“Oh, please, enlighten me!” Eddie spat— the conversation was heated and the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife, it had grown to that point.

“Oh I will!” Richie snapped.

“Great, then do!” Eddie snapped back, and suddenly Richie grabbed his face and smashed his lips to the other boy’s.

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock and he didn’t even kiss Richie back, and then the dark haired boy already pulled away. He was staring at Eddie who was staring back at him, and his facial expression was so freaked out it would’ve amused Richie if the situation that had caused it wasn’t the one it was.

But before Richie could apologize— or, whatever, he wasn’t really sure what to do— Eddie practically threw himself at Richie. He slammed his mouth on Richie’s, he shoved his hands in his thick curly hair, and Richie grabbed him by the waist.

They started to back out towards Richie’s bed, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed— and Richie sat down to it, Eddie falling to his lap open legged.

The kiss was thirsty and desperate; both of them had been wanting this for so long, never admitting it to themselves and most definitely not to the other one.

Soon Richie’s hands sneaked under Eddie’s shirt, and he pulled his shirt up and tossed it to the floor— then he started to work on a hickey on Eddie’s collarbone.

“What are we doing—” Eddie breathed out, his eyes closed from the pleasure he felt when Richie’s lips sucked on his soft skin, but soon he pulled his lips away to answer to Eddie.

“Something we should’ve done a long time ago,” Richie murmured huskily, before he attacked Eddie’s neck this time, and a shaky breath left Eddie’s mouth.

“God, agreed.” He blurted out.


After approximately forty-five minutes— the best forty-five minutes of their lives, honestly— the both boys were now lying on Richie’s bed, under the blankets with their cheeks red, and Eddie was snuggled to Richie’s side, finger drawing lazy circles to Richie’s chest.

“So…” he started, and Richie turned his gaze to Eddie, a smirk rising to his face— and Eddie chuckled.

“What was that?” He asked.

“That was…” Richie was trying to think of what to say. “That was something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

“And what’s a while?” Eddie asked.

“Ever since I saw your cute ass for the first time.” Richie mumbled, gaze sliding down to Eddie’s lips.

The smaller boy felt his stomach fill with butterflies, before he leaned his head closer to close the gap between their lips for a soft kiss.

“I thought you hated me,” Eddie murmured quietly.

“Seriously? I couldn’t hate you if I tried. You with your weird little OCD’s and fucking adorable giggles…” Richie sighed, gaze focused on the smaller boy’s hair that he was softly playing with, Eddie’s cheeks blushing. “I just… I was confused. I’d never felt like that; because of a boy. But you… God, you sure fucked me up, Kaspbrak.”

Eddie felt his heart flutter at Richie’s words as a smile took over his lips.

“Well— you sure fucked me up too, Tozier.” He said and leaned to kiss him again.

“But you–” Richie started in between the kiss, before pulling away. “You shouldn’t even like me. I’ve been nothing but a asshole.”

“That’s not exactly true,” Eddie said, shrugging lightly. “I’ve caught you off-guard a couple of times.”

Richie frowned.

“Like when?” He asked, and Eddie just smiled.

“You don’t need to know.” He said, before snuggling closer to Richie’s side and adjusting his head to rest on his shoulder, as he lazily spread one hand across Richie’s chest.

Once he did, Richie felt a warm feeling brush all over his body from head to toes; he was the happiest he’d ever been.

He figured that warm feeling was love.


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Prompt idea I'm too nervous to try writing: One of the Side's eyes change colors depending on his mood, and no one notices until they're nearly black one day from sadness/red from anger, and whatever you want can happen afterwards. You choose what colors represent which emotions, which side, and any relationships (I love them all). Angst is appreciated but fluff is also wonderful. Sorry if it's a bad prompt it's just an idea I had. You're an amazing writer!

A/N: This is an amazing prompt! I put a slightly different spin on it, but it’s still the same basic idea. I’m also now obsessed with this au, and will probably write more of it in the future. Enjoy!

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Patton was at the core of a lot of Thomas’s feelings. And not that this was new news, all the other sides knew this. There was a reason they called him the “heart” after all. However, there was something odd that happened to Patton because of his emotions. His right eye would change colors. While his left eye would stay the same warm brown color, the other would change according to his emotions. When he was happy, it would be a golden yellow. When he was sad, it was a dark blue, so dark it was nearly black. When he was scared or anxious, it would turn purple. When he was calm, it was light blue. And the list of colors could go on and on.

So yes, Patton’s right eye could change colors. And he hated it. It made him feel ugly and out of place. Thankfully, none of the other sides seemed to notice his… condition. That is, until now.

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To Protect You

Summary: My idea of what happened in the car between Betty and Jughead after the drag race in 2x06.

Word Count: 1300

Notes: I really wish they would’ve shown how Betty came clean with everything about the Black Hood, so since they didn’t, I felt the needed to write it. Here it is :)


“Goddamnit. I cannot believe Archie called the cops,” Jughead shouted angrily as he sped the car away from the scene of the drag race. For the second time, he slammed his hands down on the wheel. “Fuck!” He was so mad… so, so mad.

Betty gulped, watching Jughead let some steam off. He was clearly worked up. In some way, she understood. It may have seemed like Archie betrayed him, but he had the best intentions in mind. As the boy she loved oh, so dearly drove, she said, “Jug, I think he was doing it to protect you. I know you guys are in a rough patch, but you’re like his brother, you know that.”

Jughead’s face contorted to show even more frustration. Before saying anything, he checked the rear view mirror, making sure no one had followed them and that they were far enough away from where it all took place. Once sure, without any warning, he quickly pulled the car to the side of the road. “Okay, Betty,” he said in a harsh tone. “You claim you never stopped loving me and all, but to me, it really looks like your back on board with Archie… loving on him now.” Betty’s eyes widened, not expecting Jughead to say this. “You have him break up with me for you. You ‘confide’ in him. You probably even knew he was going to do that—”

“Jughead, I didn’t know that,” Betty squealed. “And I don’t love Archie, I love you!” She was just as frustrated now. “No matter how much all this Serpent stuff scares me, I know how important this was to you. I wouldn’t have told him to do that… not that it was a bad idea. Jug, I need you safe!” She never really raised her voice, but it just seemed like everything was coming out right now.

Jughead furrowed his brows. “What do you mean? You keep saying that! You broke up with me to protect me? You need me safe? Protect me from what, Betty? I’m the one who joined the Serpents, I don’t think you can really do much to protect me there,” he shot back. He knew that before the breakup, things were being hidden from each other, and now it all needed to come out.

“Not the Serpents,” Betty said, her voice lowering a bit. Looking down with shame, she mumbled, “From the Black Hood.” Before Jughead could start questioning her, which she could tell he was about to do from his facial expression, she put a hand up to hush him. She gulped and uncomfortably shifted in her seat. “I know I hurt you… by having Archie do what needed to be done. I told him not to be cruel when he did it, but I don’t know how well that worked out,” she winced.

“He’s was crueler than—” Jughead was still a bit on fire, so he kept spitting things out.

Betty let out an annoyed sound. “Shut up for a second,” she said expectantly. Jughead nodded with a bit of reluctance. “I would have never been able to break up with you, Jug. If I did it, you would’ve seen right through me. You would’ve known—” Her voice cracked and tears started to well up.

“Know what, Betty?” Jughead pushed at the subject. His voice had now softened as well, seeing that something was really, really bothering her.

“You wouldn’t known something was up,” Betty responded, not being able to say it at first. Without making eye contact, she sucked in a breath. “I’m so sorry, Juggie. He was calling me, telling me if I didn’t cut you out of my life, he’d do it for you,” she said through tears. She wasn’t sobbing, just lightly crying.

Jughead tensed up at the thought of something threatening this girl… his girl. “Who was calling you?” He said meticulously.

Betty started to shake her head. “I’m sorry, Juggie. I had to. It was the Black Hood… you know what he’s capable of,” she cried. “So none of this has to do with Archie, do you understand? This is because I love you, and I need you here, okay?” Her eyes were now on him.

Jughead’s face went completely pale. The seriousness that was in her voice and in the look that she was giving him made the boy’s heart feel like it was shattering into a hundred pieces. He knew very well that this was the first time that she was fully letting her guard down and letting everything that she had been holding in out. He felt like a complete and utter dumbass, and in reality, he kind of should.

“I’m such a fucking idiot for letting him order me around like that… for playing his stupid game. I’m done. No more. I’m gonna—” Betty started to go on and on and on, tears still running down her face. She stopped talking when Jughead leaned over and pulled her into his chest, holding her close and tight.

Jughead, who was still in shock of what he was told, couldn’t muster up words right away. It was like all of his frustrations from the drag race had completely drained away, and his only focus was her. “I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I was so caught up in my own life with the Serpents, I didn’t even notice. I should’ve seen something was up when we were at Pop’s,” he said into her hair. He was rubbing up and down her back.

“It’s not your fault,” Betty said into his chest, clutching onto his leather jacket.

A new emotion was in Jughead though. One that he had been feeling since the deed happened. He knew it may have been a bad time to bring it up, but it was now or never. “I do have something to be even sorrier about,” he said. “W-when Archie left, and the initiation was over… Toni, uh, she kissed me,” he blurted out. He was terrified of Betty’s response, so he was happy that he couldn’t see her face right now. He had expected her to pull away from the hug, but instead she just shoved her face closer to him. Eventually, he felt wetness going through his shirt… tears. “I’m so sorry, Betty. I was so heartbroken and she came out of nowhere,” he babbled.

Betty felt like she had gotten punched in the face with that one, but she knew she couldn’t be angry. “I don’t blame you. It’s okay,” she whispered. “She’s pretty,” she said then, not knowing what Jughead wanted right now. Her mind was just so clogged up that she felt like she couldn’t think straight.

“Not as pretty as you, and she and I both clarified that nothing was there between us,” Jughead said, pulling back so he could look at Betty in the face. “I love you, Betty Cooper.” He wiped away her fallen tears. “Through Archie, through Toni, throughout fucking civil war that’s about to start… and through the Black Hood, I will not let anything happen to either of us anymore, okay?” He kissed her forehead. “I am not letting anything hurt you,” he whispered. “We’re gonna fund the Black Hood and take him down, I promise.”

Betty agreed. She knew that they’d eventually find the Black Hood, but they had to be very careful in doing so. She needed one last ounce of clarification though. “You and me? We’re good? Bughead, again?” She asked, using the ‘ship’ name that Kevin had came up with for them.

“Yeah, Betts. We’re us again,” Jughead said in a promising tone. The two of them then shared a sweet kiss, one they had needed for a long time. They had missed each other so much, but for now, they were okay.

and all the pieces fall right into place

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aaron meets robert (and emilia) on a tuesday, and a chance encounter in starbucks changes the course of his entire life. a single dad!au, for @dinglehorton, because they liked this idea and also i love mel and they deserves all the love and fic, really.

a warning for a brief, but not explicit mention of drug addiction.

Aaron meets Robert on a Tuesday. He’s having a coffee in a fairly nondescript Starbucks, waiting for a meeting with the bank, when a whirlwind with blonde curls and a bright pink bow in her hair runs right into his table, and promptly bursts into hysterical tears.

Aaron hasn’t had much experience with kids, really, but he’s not heartless, and when theres a little girl crying on the floor next to his table, he’s going to put his phone down and try and calm her down, isn’t he?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Aaron tried to hush in his softer voice, all too aware the scruffy beard didn’t exactly make him look motherly. “It’s okay. Where’s your mum, eh?”

“Emilia!” a concerned looking blond man was jogging across the Starbucks toward them. He was wearing a neat white button up, under a leather jacket, face flushed as he careered toward them, backpack and coffees in tow.

“Daddy!” the little girl (Emilia, Aaron assumed) looked at her father with tearful eyes, making grabby hands at him.

“I told you not to run off,” the man said, setting the coffees down, and scooping her up into his arms easily, his stern one betrayed by the soft look on his face, the way he was pressing featherlight kisses to Emilia’s forehead, soft in a way all the dad’s Aaron had ever known weren’t. “Did you say sorry to the man for knocking into his table? You spilled his coffee everywhere.”

Emilia looked at Aaron with tearful eyes. “‘M sorry,” she mumbled, still holding a tiny hand to her forehead.

“It’s okay,” Aaron shook his head, mopping at the spilled coffee he’d barely really even noticed, catching the worst of it before it could drip onto his suit.

“Let me buy you another coffee,” the man said, looking genuinely apologetic.

“No, it’s fine!” Aaron tried to protest, but his words were lost as the man scooped up Aaron’s now empty cup, heading for the counter. Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off the other man as he stood at the counter, his little girl bundled in his arms as he ordered Aaron another coffee.

He was gorgeous, all blond hair and blue eyes, and Aaron couldn’t help but be instantly attracted to him. Which was probably a bad idea, all things considered, seeing as he had a little girl in his arms and a wedding ring on his finger, if his past girlfriends had had any sense.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” Aaron protested weakly as the man returned with another coffee, the little girl still sniffling in his arms.

“No, I did,” he shook his head. “Emilia knows better than to go running around busy coffee shops, don’t you?”

Emilia gave her dad the most endearingly grumpy look, and Aaron couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you want to sit down? Theres not many other free tables,” he said, gesturing to the free seats next to him.

“Are you sure? We’ve probably intruded on your coffee enough.”

“I’m sure,” Aaron gave him a reassuring smile. He could do with the company, really - he was nervous enough about this meeting with the bank, and a distraction was more than welcome.

“Thank you,” the man eased himself into the chair opposite, Emilia refusing to let go of her dad, her face buried in the crook of her dad’s neck, tiny arms slung tightly around his neck. “I’m Robert, by the way.”

“Aaron,” Aaron replied, glad to put a name to the face. “Nice to meet you both.”

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whizeacres  asked:

Congratulations on 500!! Sorry about the vague and nondescript prompt but I would LOVE to see your take on an idea I had yesterday. Basically it's Harry & Draco as Hogwarts professors and they were the only two staff members to get the train to Hogwarts (obvs before he students) and they end up sharing a cabin on the train and you can make it cute or angsty or whatever you feel like , I would just love to see YOU write this :) x

Is it bad form to answer an ask with a 3.7k word response? Probably. Oh well! I really hope you enjoy this (it took me long enough to finish. I’m going to cross-post this on ao3, so the link should be here.

Without further ado, here you go!


For the millionth time since leaving the Headmistress’ office in May, Harry wondered if he was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if he’s had much choice however, as he was incapable of saying no to his old professor.

He never intended on becoming a professor. He’d had enough terrible ones in his time at Hogwarts that he was turned off from the profession. But again, after his accident, he’d had little choice. Three years of Auror training and two years in the field had left Harry with nothing but nightmares, lingering depression, and a half-working leg.

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swanqueen13  asked:

I want to start doing roller derby in college. Can you tell me how you got started and some advice? Thanks!

Sure! I joined a small league that was just starting up about six years ago. Derby was something I’d always wanted to do but, uh, didn’t understand how it really worked besides the whole body checking people on roller skates thing? So I would strongly encourage you (if you haven’t already!) to either go watch you local team in action or start going through the WFTDA bout archive to get an idea about what the sport is really about. (Whip It! is fun, but very much outdated and bad representation of derby in its current form)

Next, if you’re still interested, you’ll need to find our when your local league is having fresh meat training or try outs, plus what their requirements are to be part of the team. For instance, you’ll probably have to pay dues, meet some kind of attendance requirement, and get separate insurance. The time and money commitments with derby tend to be a the biggest hurdle for new recruits to get over. 

If you’re cool with those things, start looking at gear! You’ll probably be spending around $300 to $500 to get set up initially. You can get a pretty good set of skates for under $150 for your first year or two.  If there’s a skate shop in town that sells derby gear, they can help you with sizing on skates but, most likely, you’re going to end up ordering online.

Do not skimp out on your protective gear, especially the knee pads and helmet. My knees are never going to forgive me for the six months I spent skating with shitty knee pads with zero padding. Wheels will be something else that you’ll need to invest in down the road, though you’ll be able to get buy with whatever comes on your skates during fresh meat. Always ask your potential new teammates for recommendations on gear - they’ll have plenty of opinions, trust me. 

If you don’t have any skating experience, don’t worry. Most leagues will have freshmeat training to teach you all the skills you need. However, you’ll need to put in the work to advance those skills on your own time, whether that’s going to a skating rink, skating outside while it’s still nice out or whatever. The more time you spend in your skates, the more comfortable you’ll be. 

It’s also important to start training off-skates, too. Derby is a demanding, contact sport, no matter if you’re a small town league or a srs bsns WFTDA team. Building up your endurance and muscles will not only make you a better player, but will help keep injuries at bay. Glutes, legs and core exercises are veeeeery important. If you’re not already physically active, this is something you can start improving while you’re waiting for gear to arrive or in the weeks before training begins. 

I hope this helps and it doesn’t scare you away! It can be pretty overwhelming at first, but roller derby is so awesome and you’ll have a blast once everything starts to come together. 

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Isabelle but as different Animal Villager types!
I like to draw Isabelle whenever I feel down _(:3 」∠)_
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              3.01 // 7.04

Some of the most iconic quotes from Ragnarok

You’re lucky i have really good memory.

-”Now you might be wondering, why i, Thor the god of thunder ended up here” 

-”Hold on, let me just circle back around- i thought we were really connecting just then” 

-”BEHOLD- my stuff”

-”I named this one Des and this one Troy. Together they are destroy” 

-*upon seeing Loki’s statue* “what the-” 

-”Hello Father.” “Oh shit”

-”I present Thor, prince of-” “No no no, you had one job.” 

-”I swear i left him right here” “Right here on the sidewalk or in that nursing home that’s being demolished?

-”I don’t know, i’m not a witch” “No? Why do you dress like one then?” 

-”I can’t believe you’re alive, i saw you die, i mourned for you!” “Im honored?” 

-”I HAVE BEEN FALLING FOR THIRTY MINUTES” 

-”you think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t you think for a second you second rate-” 

-”Kneel” “I beg your pardon?” 

-”she’s the, It starts with a b” “trash” 

-”I don’t see thunder, but i do see sparkles!” 

-”Oh do you know each other?” “I’ve never met this man in my life” 

-”He’s my brother!” “Adopted.” 

-”aw now he’s threatening me” 

-”DIRECT ME TO WHO’S ASS I HAVE TO KICK” 

-*being dragged away* “AGH LOKI”

-”It sounds like you had a very intimate relationship with your hammer, so much that losing it was comparable to losing a loved one” “that’s a nice way of putting it” 

-”YES! WE KNOW EACH OTHER, HE’S A FRIEND FROM WORK!” 

-”Oh and Loki, Loki’s alive! Loki, look who it is!” “I have to get off this planet” 

-”YES, THAT’S HOW IT FEELS!” “Sorry i’m just a fan of the sport” 

-”What’s the team called?” “the uh.. revengers” 

-”i want revenge, you want revenge, and you uh..” “I’m.. undecided” 

-”Surprise!” “OW!” 

-”MBLERG ITS ME” 

-”THE SUNS GETTING LOW THE SUNS GETTING LOW” “Would you stop that?!” -”You’ve been on other planets before!” “yeah! one!” “Well, now it’s two”

-”wait you’re just using me to get to the hulk. That’s gross” 

-”Just give me twelve hours” “i can do it in 2″ “…I can do it in one” 

-”Were going through there” “the devils anus?” 

-”We might as well be strangers now, two sons of the crown set adrift” “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “…Heres the thing” 

-”Loki, i thought the world of you, but lets face it, our paths diverged a long time ago”

-*holding back tears* “yeah, maybe it’s for the best if we never see each other again”  

-”Hey, lets do get help” “what?” “Get help” “No, that’s humiliating” 

-”Do you have any other ideas?” “No” “were doing it.” 

-”Help my brother’s dying, get help!” *Flings loki at enemies* “HELP HIM” 

-”It’s a luxury ship, like for orgies and stuff” “did she just say this ship was used for orgies” “yeah, don’t touch anything” 

-”I CAN’T FLY THIS THING” “USE ONE OF YOUR PHD’S YOU HAVE PLENTY” “YEAH BUT NONE OF THEM ARE FOR FLYING ALIEN SPACE SHIPS!” 

-”This looks like a gun” *fireworks and loud music erupt from spaceship* 

-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus” 

-”You know i don’t like that word” “What? mainframe?” “What? why would you think-? Slaves!” “Oh sorry sir, prisoners with jobs” 

-”YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED!” 

-”But man, you’re really the worst” 

-”Who are you? Thor, god of hammers?” 

-”I saw you coming” “Of course you did” 

-”You’re late” 

-”Hit her with your thunder!” “I just hit her with the biggest thunder bolt in the history of thunder and it didn’t do anything!” 

-”HULK NO! CAN YOU FOR ONCE JUST NOT SMASH!” “BUT BIG MONSTER!’

-”Asgard is not a place, it’s a people” 

-”Oh Miek’s dead, i stomped on him and felt bad so i’ve kind of just been holding him all day”  

-”It suits you” “I might hug you if you were here” “I’m here” 

-”Do you think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?” “Of course, the people there love me!” “…Do you think its a good idea to bring ME back to earth?” 


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you know, i used to be pretty sympathetic when it came to gabriel and his parenting and his motives as a villain. I wouldnt excuse his choices for neither of those things of course but I would understand them, more or less.

until today’s episode.

gabriel made the conscious choice of going after his own son under the excuse of being akumatised while being fully in control of everything he was doing. gabriel ignored how frightened his son could have been, or how he could have ended up hurt. gabriel manipulated him into believing that he was upset enough for a supervillain to take control of him, and adrien probably blames himself for that.

gabriel is a bad person. that is perfectly fine on its own, but i want him as far away as possible from adrien asap

An Analysis of Keith and Lance’s Feelings Towards Each Other.

After season three - and Keith’s Vlog especially - I’ve seen a lot of people complain about how Lance is oblivious to Keith’s true feelings about him (Rather those feeling are platonic or romantic) And yeah, I’m right there with you on wishing he’d recognize his misconceptions about Keith’s feelings towards him, but does that mean that Lance is unjust in the way that he feels? Does that mean Keith’s actions haven’t warranted or perpetuated this false narrative?

As a Lance Stan, of course I’m coming through for my boi. But I also just really like analyzing their interactions. So here we go:

First off, how does Lance actually think Keith views him? This picture shows it best.

Lance thinks that Keith sees himself as above Lance. The framing - which is coming from Lance’s p.o.v - is a great indicator of that. But even without this, Lance himself says:


I’m a big believer in the theory that Lance is projecting he own feelings of self doubt. He undoubtedly has an inferiority complex, but Lance feels inferior to everyone on the team, and it’s only with Keith that he ever shows any type of malice. In fact, I cant remember a time Lance has ever been genuinely angry at someone who isn’t Keith. (I could be wrong here.) So why does he treat Keith so differently than the rest of the team? Maybe because of his internalized gay feelings towards our resident spicy boi?hmmm.

We know for a fact that in episode one Iverson told Lance something like this: ‘You’re only fighter class because Keith, a better pilot, washed out. Now act accordingly’. This doesn’t feel like the first time either, but more of a reminder. So on the surface, it seems clear as to why Lance treats Keith the way he does at first. I mean, I get it. If someone was constantly used to reinforce the notion of how shitty I am, I’d probably have a similar reaction towards them too. (Conditioning is a thing ya’ll) However, from Pidge’s flashback in season one, we know Lance’s animosity isn’t that new.

“Hasta la later, Keith.”

But again, Lance just isn’t such a mean spirited person as to rejoice someone’s failures. Quite the opposite actually. He validates his team even while feeling inferior to them. It just doesn’t feel like Lance. And other than towards Keith, Lance has never been shown to act this way. So I have to believe something occurred to make Lance not like Keith especially. Not saying that’s an excuse, but it is an explanation. Truthfully, what probably happened was that Lance looked up to Keith or tried to befriend him and Keith acted in a way that Lance perceived as rejection. We don’t know though, because the key to this lives within the Garrison years, and we may or may not ever see those.


Sooo, lets move along to something that we do see.


We all know that Lance is antagonistic towards Keith, but Keith isn’t an innocent party in this.

Think back to the first episode when they’re all on the hovercraft. Lance asked “If this thing can move any faster,” which wasn’t a jab at Keith as much as it was a ’holy shit, we’re about to get caught,’ moment. Keith’s reply was something along the lines of: ‘Maybe if we removed some unessential weight.’ (Which, in hindsight, considering how Lance views himself as baggage, a seventh wheel, is some pretty jarring foreshadowing.)

Then he tells Lance he’s the worst pilot ever. (Ouch)

Just to be clear, I love Keith, and I don’t think he meant these comments as maliciously as they may have been taken. They were probably more like offhanded insults, but knowing what we know about Lance, is it so hard to see how these comments could be internalized?

Next we have a scene where Lance jokes about wanting all of the information in his brain to be stored on a spaceship. Keith’s response isn’t teasing, but… mean. It’s meant to hurt Lance by blatantly insinuating that he’s stupid. And in season two, when they’re both going to the pool, it’s Keith who tells Lance to stay far far away from him.

What am I getting at here? IDEK. Lance and Keith don’t hate each other in the slightest. Keith knows he’s bad at people, and he probably notices that Lance treats him differently than literally everyone else on the team. I’m sure that hurts Keith. While with Lance, he looks up to Keith, thinks Keith is better than him, and because of the words of people like Iverson and Keith himself, this idea has been nurtured. We already know that Lance takes the words of his friends to heart. In both season 2 and 3 when Lance expressed doubt, he brought up something Pidge said to him both times.

“I thought I was the team sharpshooter, but I guess nobody else thinks that.”

“Maybe I am just the goofball.”

Neither of them are innocent. It’s a mutual series or misunderstanding, and as sad as it is to see Keith frustrated over his inability to relate to his team, he’s not doing himself any favors when he insults Lance in earnest. Lance isn’t doing himself any favors either, and they’re both just reacting based off of these false narratives they hold about one another.

But that’s apart of what makes their relationship so complex and interesting to watch play out. Season three really paid off. Their development unfolded beautifully and I can’t wait to see how they proceed in the following seasons. I can only hope that any miscommunications they have about each other are addressed and cleared up.

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AR!Toriel and AR!Sans

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anonymous asked:

For the solangelo headcanon thing, meeting the parents au?

(im so sorry im taking so long on some of these things just keep coming up that i have to do IMMEDIATELY apparently and those take priority but here are your headcanons!!)

  • so Nico’s already met Apollo (when he was like 10) and Lester (you know as if they’re separate people even though they’re not) but secretly, right around the time that Lester first showed up at camp, Nico asked him for his permission to date will
    • apollo thought it was the most adorable thing he’d ever heard and immediately started planning the wedding in his head
  • A few years after they started dating will takes nico home for a week for christmas and nico and never before experienced the whole “you don’t leave this table until there’s no more food on your plate” thing. 
    • like nico usually ate all the food that he put on his plate but he also knew what he could handle?? naomi did not and just kept scooping food onto his plate all throughout dinner and he didn’t want to be rude???
    • will skipped out on desert that first night to help nico eat everything
  • Besides that whole food deal, naomi loves nico so much like she told him to come back anytime he wanted and she even got him and will almost-matching christmas sweaters
  • and like will can’t really meet maria for obvious reasons but he did meet Hades that one time and boy does he never wanna do that again, for a few reasons
    • so basically will gets injured somehow and its pretty severe like it’s suspected that he might die from this but he has this dream that he’s in the underworld right in front of Hades’s throne and hades is basically like “Don’t let this happen again” and will wakes up in the infirmary pretty much completely uninjured
    • nico’s there ofc and will’s just kind of like “hey i met your dad like just now. he says im not allowed to die. possibly ever? not really sure”

im sorry if these seem kind of basic i wrote them after my humanities exam today but i hope you like them!!!

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Probablybadrpgidea’s session  full of probably bad rpg ideas

So, I don’t normally put my rpg escapades on this blog but I am putting this one because it was a fiasco from start to finish.

So, I was GMing a low-power game set during the christian apocalypse. Fire, locusts, darkness, etc. An angel had come down to help them. What do the players do?

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Okay last thing and then I probably won’t shut up but the thing that pisses me off the most is that people keep talking about how Taylor is “taking back the power” and “controlling the conversation” when all she is doing is typical rich white mean girl nonsense all over again. It’s Regina George again but Taylor is too old and this game is too tired and frankly, she should be really embarrassed that she has to rely on these gimmicks instead of her own talent. Because say what you want but that girl knows her way around a lyric. Sure she might sound like a cat stuck in a paper bag when she performs live, but she’s made it work and should be proud of herself for that. This whole “I always win” attitude is immature and childish. Why not “I was wrong and I’ve grown?” Why not show your fans what it’s like to mature? Why does it all have to be so Dramatic™ when she could have gone away, learned something, grown up, and come back raw, exposed, vulnerable? People appreciate growth. Look at Kesha, and all she’s been through, and how triumphant she is now? Rainbow is a MASTERPIECE. Taylor should take a page out of her book. But I suppose she would have had to have suffered real trauma for real growth, so instead I get to hear people praising her for “standing up for herself.” Well, pass. No matter how they spin it it’s the same nonsense from before, just dressed in a different haircut.