girlhood crushes

anonymous asked:

Betty gets detention and juggie is there. They spend heaps of time together and end up getting together

this is AU where the Blue and Gold doesn’t exist and Betty looked into the murders alone, she and Jughead hadn’t started dating yet and Jughead and Archie have not become friends again. Set around the time of F.P.’s arrest.


Betty shuddered, feeling the wall at her back reverberate at the volume of her mother’s shouts for her. She stood from her perch on the window ledge. She had been waiting for this moment for the hour between her entry to the Cooper residence and her mother’s. Her fingernails bit into the scarred skin of her palms as she mentally prepared herself to face the rage of her mother, the formidable Alice Cooper.

Detention. The word followed her like the stench of a skunk through the halls of Riverdale High. The perfect Betty Cooper had detention. Word traveled fast in a town as small as Riverdale. Another Cooper girl fallen from grace in the eyes of their mother and the community that had been waiting for the fall of the picture perfect Coopers ever since the rise of Alice out of the trailer park on the Southside. 

Betty tightened her honey blonde ponytail high on her head as she walked through the halls of Riverdale High, feeling the sting of the whispers of her classmates buzzing in her ears as she passed.

Perfect. The word had haunted Betty since the day she was born. Perfect skin, perfect clothes, perfect attendance, perfect grades, perfect family. That’s all anyone saw of Betty Cooper, they didn’t see the fire, the dark side. The side that yelled at principal’s and dug around crime scenes. No one truly knew Betty Cooper, not even herself. 

She entered the detention room, prepared for the knife-wielding trouble makers that she had seen in detention in movies. Instead she was met with only one face. Jughead Jones.

Jughead had been ignoring her since the summer. She wasn’t sure why, probably trying to make it so she didn’t have to decide in his fight with Archie. Little did he know, she would have chosen him. After her girlhood crush on Archie had faded that fall, she had missed Jughead with everything that she had. Archie was a good friend, but he had always been chasing skirts and music, but with Jughead, Betty had always been at peace. She had always known that his mind wasn’t far from his body the way that Archie’s was when the hung out.

But the beanie-clad boy had made the decision for her. He hadn’t answered any of her texts or calls for months. Betty desperately missed Jughead, but he had made it very clear that he had not missed her. Betty sat in a chair at the front right corner of the room, so that she wouldn’t intrude on Jughead’s space in the back left corner. 

The room was silent for several minutes, Betty fidgeted with the edge of her soft pink cardigan, the only sounds in the room were the ticking of the clock and Jughead softly flicking the pages of his well worn copy of To Kill a Mockingbird.  Eventually it was Jughead who broke the silence, peeling his piercing blue eyes from his book to bore holes in the back of Betty’s head.

“Thank you” he said, so softly Betty was unsure that he had said anything. She turned to face him, green eyes meeting blue.

“Thank you.” he said, a little louder this time.

“For what?” Betty was genuinely perplexed that her former friend was thanking her.

“For trying to talk to Sheriff Keller about my dad’s innocence, he told me. And for trying to talk to Weatherbee about my transfer and my safety. I don’t know why you cared, but thank you.”

“Juggie. You’re my friend and I care about you, whether or not you feel the same. Plus I’ve been on a bit of a truth and justice kick lately.” she chuckles falsely, staring at her pink Keds as she scuffed them across the floor. 

Jughead stood abruptly, Betty continued to stare at her scuffed shoes as he moved to the seat next to her.

“Betty. I’m sorry.” 

She could feel the tears burning behind her eyes. She had been waiting to hear those words for months, but she didn’t know if they meant he was coming back. She missed her best friend. 

“I’m sorry, “ he continued, “for leaving you behind with your mother, for not letting you in when I know you would’ve been there, for not letting you be around because I was mad at Archie. I miss you Betty Cooper. I was stupid and I’m sorry. Now my dad is in jail and you’re saving my ass even though I was so awful to you” 

Betty looked at Jughead, tears beginning to seep through as she noticed the tears brimming in his eyes too.

“Your dad is innocent, you know that right?”

“Yeah” he brushed the tears away with the sleeve of his flannel. 

“Where are you going to live?” Betty asked, genuine concern wrinkling in her face

“Bets, I haven’t lived with him for months.”

“Where have you been living?” Betty’s brow furrowed further in confusion

“Here and there, ya know?” he smiled weakly at her

“Jug, why didn’t you tell me?” her hand gravitated to his shoulder to gently rub it.

“You have enough on your plate.”

Betty pulled Jughead nearly off of his chair into a hug

“I’m your FRIEND, I’m here for you Jug” she whispered into the soft shoulder of his blue flannel. They pulled apart as the previously absent teacher clacked into the room in her too small heels

“You’re free to go for tonight.” the teacher said, voice dropping out of sheer boredom, clearly wishing she could be anywhere else. They stood up, collecting their bags from the floor. 

“Where are you going to sleep tonight?” Betty asked, the light snow kissing her face as they walked home. 

“Dad’s trailer. Social Services doesn’t know yet that mom left.” Bety’s heart dropped into her stomach, Jughead may have a cold, uncaring exterior, but she knew that it had hurt him when his mother left with Jellybean. Fate was cruel, putting such a smart kind guy in such desperate circumstances at such a young age. 

They hugged goodbye, a plan hatching in Betty’s head. 

They next day when they arrived in detention, Betty pulled Tupperware container after Tupperware container out of a bag she had lugged to school. Each was filled with part of a large homecooked meal, the likes of which she knew Jughead hadn’t seen since the end of his friendship with Archie. She placed them on desks around Jughead, seeing his eyes widen.

“I figured you probably hadn’t been eating great and I know you have that hollow leg.” Betty offered with a shy smile, seeing the joy spread across his face.

“Elizabeth Cooper, I love you so much, you beautiful, beautiful soul.” Jughead said through a mouthful of potatoes. Her full name sounded a lot better than the last time that she had heard it. 

As Jughead ate, they talked, about his family, her family, and anything and everything else. But as they spoke, Betty couldn’t help but run his words through her head again and again. She knew he was just grateful for the meal, but it had opened up a strange feeling inside her. 

Each day continued as the last had, Betty lugging a large bag of food to detention, Jughead professing his love as he tucked in, and them talking for hours, as though the months apart had been only moments. 

Betty couldn’t help but stare at his lips as he talked, how soft and smooth they looked. She shook herself back into the conversation, he was talking avidly about the issues with existential growth in capitalism. She couldn’t help but smile at the passion in his voice, this was the Jughead that she had missed. Fiery, passionate, weird, close. Most of all close.She didn’t know what she was feeling but it wasn’t normal. 

The final day of detention ended. They walked home in comfortable silence, occasionally exchanging quiet jokes about her neighbours as they passed. 

They approached the Cooper house, stopping in the empty driveway. 

“We’ll still be friends after this?” Betty asked quietly, staring at the ground, afraid of the answer she might get.

“Of course.” Jughead pulled her into a warm embrace, resting his head on top of hers “You’re not getting rid of me that easily again.” She smiled into the denim of his jacket. She felt what might have been a kiss brush over her head, but it may have been him moving his head. They pulled apart and jughead looked as though he wanted to speak, but said nothing as they stared at each other. 


Jughead grabbed her face and gently pulled her, as their lips met, Betty felt a feeling that she had never felt before. She felt like she had found a home for her true self, light and dark, in her best friend’s lips and, hopefully, in his heart.

Prompt: “You weren’t even supposed to be there!”

Subject: Kakashi happens upon his fiance cheating on him and realizes that he had been missing something all along. 

Pairing: Kakashi x formerstudent!reader

Rating: T

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You kicked up the dust from the cobblestone street, your hands shoved deep in your pockets. The night air was thick, which typically meant that villagers windows were open to disperse the humid air, allowing you to easily listen in on their conversations.

As a Jonin, you were a part of the intelligence squad of the Leaf village due to your extremely heightened sense of sound. You could pick up voices from miles away, which you could find irritating sometimes, but you had learned to tune into what you want to hear over the years.

Shhh- mom and dad will hear you!” You listened in as you walked quietly.

And what is your excuse tonight for not doing the dishes, Senai?” said another voice. “I’m tired of being the only one trying in this relationship

You shook your head, tuning out the voices as you came to a turn. You looked up at the houses, admiring the inside of villagers houses from the street view. You smiled, noticing the blue house nearing was your former sensei. You smiled fondly, remembering your girlhood crush on him from the moment your violet eyes saw his silver, messy hair.

Over the years, you had had to force yourself to dismiss your desires for him. He was 13 years your senior, but you couldn’t help but notice how clear it was that you two were good for each other. You both enjoyed the same activities, had the same values, the same sense of humor, and quite frankly, the same taste in books. But you both knew nothing could happen, even now that you were in your early twenties.

But there was something else that was stopping you. Kakashi had gotten engaged just a few years ago to a villager. She had taken a liking to him when he had saved her during a battle near the village from a stray kunai. You couldn’t help but feel jealous towards this boring civilian that had taken your chance away. But then again, you may have never had a chance at all.

You frowned at the thought of the night he had spoken to you about it.

The two of you had gone on one of your nightly walks together. Normally, you both would find a new subject to talk about with every few feet you traveled. But tonight was not the case. You had something else on your mind: the girl from the village he had saved.

After awhile, he had asked you to sit on the steps of the academy as you had passed by it, making the excuse that he was tired.

“[y/n],” Kakashi began, sitting you down next to you. “Is it okay if I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you said.  

“I noticed you’ve been a little down lately. Is everything okay?”

You nodded your head, your mood shifting. “I guess.”

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he pointed out, tilting his head.

“Just tired,” you replied.

“Something bothering you?” He asked you.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Something - personal?”

“Kind of,” you replied.

Kakashi frowned from behind his mask, staring down at you.

“Anything I can help you with?”

You laughed sarcastically, sounding bitter. “No.”

Kakashi looked away, swallowing.

“[y/n],” he began again, this time, more determined. “I’m sorry if-…”

“For what?” you looked down at your feet, your face burning.

He too avoided your eyes, “listen, you are my student.”

“I’m not going to be your student forever,” you turned to him. “I’m a Jonin!”

Kakashi smiled uncomfortably, “you are 13 years my junior, [y/n]. And I know, tomorrow you will be promoted to Jonin. I cannot tell you how immensely proud I am of how far you have come.  So please, let’s not do this.”

“But don’t you see it?” Your throat ached suddenly. “Don’t you see how similar we are? How well we fit together?”

Kakashi looked over at you finally, his single eye hazily gazing down at you.

“I do,” he said quietly. “But I can’t. You’re a child to me. I watched you grow. And I also - I’m seeing someone else.”

You looked away, your chin quivering in the dark. You angrily pushed your palm into your eye, wiping away your tears.

“I’m happy for you,” you muttered. You nodded your head as if to assure yourself that this was expected. “Really. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, [y/n],” Kakashi smiled sadly, “I appreciate that.”

“I’m going to go now,” you stood abruptly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, you quickly walked away, leaving your sensei sighing heavily on the steps.

You frowned at the memory. That had been two years ago, and yet it still stuck with you as though it had happened yesterday. You looked up at his window, missing him as a friend rather than a love interest. Ever since that night, he had grown distant from you and you weren’t sure if it had been because of his new girlfriend’s wishes, or he just felt too awkward to be around you. Still, you walked the same trail every night without him and either way, you ached for his company.

“You weren’t even supposed to be there!” You heard a woman screech just as you rounded the corner. With your back turned, you stopped and looked over your shoulder at Kakashi’s small apartment.

“Oh, is that your excuse? That I wasn’t supposed to be there?” Kakashi retorted. “So, who is he? How long has this been going on? Realize, I am not one to lose my temper. But today -”

“He’s no one! Don’t do this, Kakashi-kun.”

“So you’ve been having sex at work with one of your coworkers and I’m supposed to be fine with this? I caught you with him, Kumiko!”

She didn’t reply and you chewed your lip, listening hard.

“You have nothing to say?” Kakashi asked incredulously.

You felt embarrassed to listening into such a private conversation, but you couldn’t tear your ears away from the argument.

“You’re never home!” Kumiko finally returned, voice shrill enough to raise the hair on your head. “How am I supposed to know if you’re going to make it home from a mission? How am I supposed to know if you’re going to come home without a limb? How am I supposed to -”

“That’s what you signed up for! You wanted my money so badly for you sick father, a lot of good it did him! Did you think I would be able to be home every waking moment of the day to listen to you complain about how you have to actually go to work and earn a living that isn’t handed to you?”

“Screw you!”

Your knees were shaking as you listened. You had never heard such rage in his voice. As he had said, he was never one to lose his temper. The way his voice shook struck you to the core as he slammed the window shut. You heard muffled voices from behind the window pane and a moment later, a door slam, followed by footsteps traveling quickly down his rickety wooden steps. You held your breath and turned, quickly walking down the street.

He would know if he saw you that you had been listening. He had trained you to improve your hearing ability, after all. You took a shaky breath through your mouth, feeling your lungs twitch with anxiety at the situation you had just listened to. You could hear him walking down the street in the opposite direction, and you quietly thanked him for not coming in this direction.

For the next few blocks, you pushed everything about Kakashi Hatake out of your mind. You thought about tomorrow and your next mission. You thought about your friends, and your comrades and your parents. 

And you thought about Kakashi.

Slowly, you found yourself sitting down on the steps of the academy. You put your head in your hands, staring at the concrete under your sandals with a frown. You felt sorry for him. He deserved better. But you also felt a rage within you that you hadn’t before. How dare she? 

“Funny seeing you here,” you heard a familiar voice echo in your ear, this time much closer than you had heard just a few minutes ago. You looked up, seeing Kakashi standing before you.

You could easily tell that he was not himself. He seemed more tense, his hands at his sides rather than in his pockets. His headband was hanging from his pocket, and his Jonin jacket was missing from his usual attire.

“Hi,” you managed. You felt as though you hadn’t spoken to him in years with the exception of missions.

He sat down next to you, placing his arms on his knees and staring out into the distance.  

“Long day?” You asked, trying not to give away what you already knew.

“You could say that,” he nodded quietly. You remained quiet, watching his unchanging profile under the moonlight.

“Everything okay?” You asked, daring yourself to speak. Kakashi shrugged, not looking at you.  

“Did you guys have a fight?” You asked, biting your tongue as you realized how personal that sounded. The words came out before you thought about them, like foreign words someone was forcing you to say. 

“I’m done with her,” Kakashi finally said. You were taken aback by his abrupt response.


“There are two types of people that I don’t associate with in this world,” he began. “Those who leave their comrades behind, and cheaters.”

You nodded your head, “I’m sorry, sensei.”

“Please,” he waved a hand at you. “Don’t call me that. I haven’t been your sensei in years. It makes me feel older than I am.”

You felt uncomfortable. And a fleeting thought passed your mind: were you going to be his rebound?

“Well, I’m still sorry,” you tried again. “You deserve better.”

“I don’t think so,” he looked away.

You knitted your eyebrows together, “why is that?”

“I have done many things in my life. But having strong relationships hasn’t been one of them.”

You inhaled, nodding your head and feeling unsure as to how to respond.

“I don’t think that’s completely true, Kakashi-sensei,” you paused, aware of what you had called him. “You have had plenty of good relationships in your time. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I never loved her,” he looked out over the horizon, stony-faced.

“Y-you wh-? I’m sorry?”

He looked over at you, frowning. “I didn’t.”

“Are you just saying that because she cheated on you?”

Kakashi cringed and your hand flew to your mouth, your cheeks burning.

“I’m sorry,” you sputtered.

“No, I knew when I saw you that you had heard,” he lifted his head, looking at the stars above.

“So it’s true then,” you looked over at him. “She cheated on you?”

“She used me,” he nodded. “The whole time, she used me. I saved her two years ago from a stray kunai and you’d think she won the lottery when she saw me. Her father is sick- or was sick - he’s dead now. She wanted me to help her pay for everything. And I obliged because I was - I don’t know why I did it. I just did it. But I never felt connected to her. She’s ordinary, you know?”

You nodded, frowning. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“I think I was just lonely,” Kakashi admitted quietly. “I think, I was just upset that I couldn’t have what I wanted in life, so I settled for what was there.”

You nodded, “more pay and more honorable glory?”

Kakashi shrugged his shoulders, “No, not entirely.”

You sighed, unsure of what to say. Finally, you stood up, awkwardly flattening your clothes in the process.

“I should probably be going now,” you started. “I have a mission tomorrow and I should have been in bed ages ago. I hope you have a better day tomorrow.”

Kakashi nodded his head, not looking at you. “It was nice seeing you again. It seems as though we only cross paths during missions nowadays.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you agreed. You stood there in a moment of silence, staring down at him as he looked over at the darkening horizon.

“Well, I will see you around, Kakashi-sen-, er- Kakashi.”

“Yes,” he nodded, looking up at you finally. His single eye curled up in a forced smile. “See you around.”

You turned around and began to walk, feeling your heart ache for both him and yourself. Despite how you’ve told yourself many times that you were over your girlhood crush of your sensei, you couldn’t help but feel that ache of desire for him again. The realization that he was an option in your late teens was enough to set your heart afire. And yet, now in your early twenties, your heart just ached with that familiar desire. Talking to him again in a setting that wasn’t business caused you to remember the days when the two of you took walks together, which caused you to miss the days when you thought you had a chance.

You bit your lip and swallowed, your head down as you neared your apartment. You felt sorry for him. He deserved so much better, so much-

“[y/n]! Wait,” you heard a voice say. Your heart quickly jumped into your throat, and you turned around. Kakashi was briskly walking up to you.

“Kakashi?” You tried to act confused, but you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness to see him once more.

He closed his eye, taking in a deep breath.

“Listen,” he began, “I- …remember the night before you became a Jonin? How we sat on that stoop in front of the academy?”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry for that,” he looked at you. “I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am for what I did.”

You narrowed an eye, suspicious of his words, “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

Kakashi looked up as if trying to will himself to say what he really meant.

“I wish I hadn’t told you that I had someone else. I wish I hadn’t rejected you in such a way that it made you feel like a child.”

“Oh,” you said, looking down. You felt suddenly sad that this may not have been what you thought.

“No! I mean,” he sighed. “I rejected you because you were so young. You’re 13 years my junior, [y/n]. I felt like a dirty old man for wanting a relationship with you as badly as I did. I wanted to be with you. I sound like a creep, but you were my best friend. You understood me in ways that no other woman has.”

You swallowed, eyes connecting with his.

“I really loved you, [y/n],” he finally said. “I mean that. And I’m sorry.”

“Are you just saying all this because she cheated on you?”

Kakashi clenched his teeth, “I knew you would think that.”


“No, it’s not,” Kakashi said, “listen to me, I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want anyone else except you, and that is how it has been for more years than I would like to admit.”

Your chin quivered suddenly in the silence between the two of you. You exhaled, processing his words. Finally, he took a step closer to you, his full frame towering over you. The two of you stared at each other as beats of silence passed. Carefully, he lifted a gloved finger to your cheek, tracing it down the side of your face with calloused skin. He put his hand to the nape of your neck, fingers woven into your hair as his thumb caressed your jaw. You let out a shaky breath, admiring his face from such a close distance.

Carefully, you lifted your fingers to his mask and he smiled down at you. Your knees felt like jello and your chest felt as though someone had filled it with hot, burning air. Finally, you pulled down his mask, first over his nose, then down his lips and over his chin. Your fingers traced his beauty mark before he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away.

“I always wondered what you were hiding under that mask,” you whispered fondly. He smiled down at you, his eyes grazing over every inch of your face. Carefully, he leaned into you and you could feel yourself shaking. His breath was warm as he hovered over your lips, teasing you.

“Now you know,” he whispered before finally planting his lips upon yours. You stood motionless, reveling in the way his lips felt on yours. Finally, you found your courage and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. Your spine shivered with electricity, and you ran your fingers up through his silver hair. He moaned at your kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Finally, when you both couldn’t breathe anymore, you pulled away. You stared at his swollen lips as he stared at yours, both in shock at what had happened.

How scandalous, a former sensei and his student.

“I love you,” he whispered to you breathlessly. “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you.”

You laughed, smiling a toothy grin with your fingers still tangled in his hair.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

anonymous asked:

For Sakura not maturing, I mean, that argument comes down to how people see her. For some her true self is the inner voice that compels her to be outspoken and forthright with her intentions and feelings. Yes, she always said she loved Sasuke. But that seemed a girlhood crush playing into her tiff with Ino. And if that argument has to be taken, then why are her feelings considered more genuine in regards to Sasuke than Naruto's are for her if both were bred out of some rivalry.

Because for goodness sake, Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke had nothing to do with her friction with Ino, and they were not bred out of any form of rivalry with her either. Her feelings for him served to worsen the friction that had already been building long before. 

When Sakura announced to her friends that she liked Sasuke, she had absolutely no idea that Ino did too:

Naruto’s feelings for Sakura were genuine, but they weren’t as deep as Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke. Not everyone’s feelings have to be at the same level.

It’s so amazing to me how the crushes of my girlhood outlast! So many crushes in my adult life blossom and die out really fast but like…a boy I had a secret crush on in high school messaged me yesterday because he’s home for the holidays and hearing from him still makes my heart race! He used to tutor me in math but it was just an excuse for me to sit on his bed!!! All that time we were studying he never made a move on me until we were at a graduation party?? When he was drunk and I was sober he kissed me furiously with as much tongue as a dog. Anyway I’m married so nothing will materialize but I still think he’s the smartest, most handsome boy from my childhood and a part of me will always want him lol

anonymous asked:

The thing is, there is NO way they didn't debate in the writers' room for ages about having C tell L she loves her during the death scene. It went on FOREVER. They had about 10 opportunities to put it in & they didn't. Throwing it in as a consolation prize to a dead woman is kind of messed up, tbh. Feels more like Clarke clearing her conscience than coming to any kind of realization. If Bellarke get an ILY when they know there'll be consequences the next day, that'll be huge and a first for both

Yes! I’m curious to see how the show will make the ILY between Bellamy and Clarke different from her past ILYs. Bellamy hasn’t said ILY to ANYONE, not even Octavia (I think. Anyone know if I’m wrong about that?). I think it’s significant that Bellamy hasn’t said those words to anyone yet. Tumblr will blow up when he does say it :-) 

I think Clarke’s loves (Finn, Le.xa, and Bellamy) are meant to reflect a young girls changing view of love that happens as she matures. In Finn, she had her girlhood, puppy-love crush (you know, the boy/girl you thought was so cool and attractive and squealed over, especially when he/she pulled your hair while you were walking in a line to the cafeteria). Bellamy (you already know why) will be the closest definition to true love (the kind that promises commitment, like-mindedness, and unconditional love until death) this world can offer Clarke, but typically, this kind of love goes unappreciated until you have a love like Cl.exa.

L.exa was the first real love. The kind that surprises you, excites you, and consumes you (burns brightly, but also burns quickly until there is nothing left. You lose yourself to this type of love). The kind in which awful things are done to each other, for each other, and with each other. Also, the one that as you grow older, you reflect fondly back on once in a awhile because “damn, they made you feel so f*cking alive.” But, they were also the ones that never truly understood who you were at your core. Yes, there was a love connection, a dark connection that I would define as love, but a love that feels incomplete … and, at times, wrong, while still containing a bit of right. That is the love Clarke shared with L.exa; overall, I think. L.exa could never have nor would ever have been able to understand Clarke’s fundamental core, the core that is noble/honest and more closely tied to Bellamy. 

Therefore, I think the show will make Bellamy different from her past loves, and one way to break the Clarke cycle of heart break, is to have them (like you said) say ILY knowing that the consequences of saying that will have to be dealt with every single day after for the entirety of their lives. It’ll make this love story different, and the writers are showing us different loves stories. I’m excited to see how they develop this relationship further. It’s going to be epic!