i hope this timed post goes through

gentle reminder

Some people might not see words and posts like this one as important during these times, but words can prompt action and unite us all in solidarity, or give hope to those that don’t have much left. 

My heart goes out to all of those have been affected by all of the recent tragedies all around the world. I know that might not mean much, but please know you’re not alone.

Please, if you can’t help through volunteering, charity, or other means, remember to try to spread positivity and hope to help whoever you can, whenever you can.

Take a deep breath, take care of yourself, take care of others; you’re strong, you can do this. We can do this.

V’s feelings

So, I just finished another Day 9 chatroom, and I really felt like I needed to pour my thoughts into this and create another analysis.

First and foremost, I would like to willingly admit my bias towards V, so that the rest of you can point out flaws in my argument if you feel I was using more emotion and less practicality. This is an open discussion where we can all come together to share our opinions, so please feel free to!!!

Now, as for V’s feelings. ..It seemed that today, I couldn’t stop thinking about what V had said regarding his love being obsession. Of course, I was incredibly pleased with Cheritz for adressing this and making sure the fans know that V’s idea of love is unhealthy and should not be romanticised!!!

But I, like many before me, assumed that he and Rika started out loving one another like any regular couple before everything descended into the seventh circle of hell. We had no reason to think otherwise.

However, the route seems to indicate that V was that infatuated with Rika from a very early stage, though the tendencies perhaps didn’t show up until later on.

I sat back for a moment and had to remember how to breathe as my brain started to peice together the implications.

V, someone most of the fandom has marvelled at for his unconditional love, doesn’t know how to love.

V doesn’t understand love as much as Rika doesn’t. The only people who truly loved him were his deceased mother and Jumin before the RFA.

It took a while for this to sink in, because before this, no one in the fandom knew how utterly and completely lost in the world V actually is.

We had assumed that everything was due to the common side effects of being a domestic abuse victim. And while partially true, we now know that V is much, MUCH more complicated.

V does not understand the world or himself. I have made SEVERAL previous points touching on the fact that V’s infatuation with Rika can’t possibly be regarded anywhere near what a mentally stable person should feel. The fact that he’s not OK and probably never was, even going as far as to theorise about his familial life.

Basically; V, head of RFA, does not know who is and what the hell he’s doing. He stumbles upon Rika, and immediately decides that his life is for her; that loving her wholly and devoting himself to her is the purpose of his entire existence.

Let me rephrase that, for those that do not understand just how intense this is: V literally thought that his purpose in life was to love Rika and give himself completely to her; to let her hurt and destroy him, to let her pick him apart and ruin him whenever it was she wishes.

This isn’t even because Rika implied something- he was always this way. And when the implications came up, he seemed absolutely unphased and accepting of it. That’s… That’s so fucking heartbreaking.

Rika fed into that part of V; she longed for someone to “save” her from the devil within, which even “God” could not save her from, in her words. This encouraged V’s unhealthy infatuation and solidified the idea that, yes; his purpose in life was to be her sun until she wished to extinguish him completely.

This went on going until Rika’s “devil” finally became suffocated by V’s “love”, and she had to flee. (Important to note that she left V because of this, but she did not start Mint Eye due to this. Mint Eye had already been in progression far before this! I’ll link to the post describing that soon.)

Now, V obviously regrets it. He goes into this state of depressing self contemplation and tells the MC that he regrets attempting to love anyone. He regrets allowing himself to share in the joy of love. I had never felt so heartbroken from a VN like this since Seven’s Route. ..

Anyway. MC goes on to say this;

In the first picture, we can see that V and Rika are similar in that way; both wished desperately to experience love, but it was a love that was false and ended in agony. V fell in love with the idea of love so pure and selfless like the sun, something he longed to experience himself- Rika fell in love with the idea of being loved and understood by someone. To me, at least, both fell in love with their wishes and ideals, and they lived that through one another.

And I think the MC is right when she says that their love was tragic. Remember, neither of them ever loved anyone else before, as far as we all know. And this first experience for them was DISASTROUS and damaging. V’s sense of self is even lesser than before

Here we see V wallowing in guilt and self hatred. He scolds himself for ever thinking that he could love someone properly. He scolds himself for ever thinking he deserves love.

He is a broken man- peices of a puzzle that refuse to fit with one another, photographs that tell a disconnected story and incomplete paintings riddled with tear drops.

For all the innocence of character Yoosung and Rika portray, according to Cheritz… V seems pretty innocent as well. He tries to build his way up- tries to fill a void in his soul and tries to save others because he’s too afraid of the idea of saving himself.

I believe Rika when she says that V’s love only made her worse because it “threathened [her] devil” , even though I firmly believe she fed into it continuously and that her actions (hurting V and starting Mint Eye, brainwashing vulnerable people into it) are her own and hers alone. However; I don’t believe her at all when she says that V only wants to sacrifice himself for the sake of nobility. I believe that she believes it, but I don’t agree with it myself.

Because here we see a V that’s so willing to figure out just why he was born in this world- a V who knows not who is nor why he is there, and who cares less about himself than Jaehee does about Elizabeth the Third. He truly wants to put an end to what he believes he started.

And I’m going to end this post on that note. I might make another couple of posts regarding Rika, Ray, and V in general because there’s a lot to sort through in this route. Thank you for reading and I hope you guys are enjoying this route as much as I do!


Wrong Place, Right Time

This is a prompt fill from the lovely @raptorlily you are such an awesome supporter of my work and I must admit that every time I post something new on Ao3 I eagerly await your review, just as I do your fics.

I hope this fill meets your prompt, it’s only a little bit of pressure filling a prompt for one of your fave fanfic authors.


Betty Cooper goes to the White Wyrm to confront Jughead and finds herself in hot water. Enter her knight in a black leather jacket.

Rating: M - there is some stuff ‘wink, wink’ going on but nothing graphic.

Also there is a ‘Keep Reading’ cut.

Betty took a deep breath and pulled her pony tail tighter before she walked through the door of the White Wyrm, if Jughead Jones thought that she could be dissuaded so easily he had another thing coming. The text message had been the last straw.

He had been putting distance between them for weeks. No longer coming to Pop’s, declining her invitations to meet at the Register to write. Even when she was with him he was distant, he no longer sought comfort in her touch, and she knew he was keeping secrets from her. It had all started as soon as he put that damn jacket on. She had been afraid for him, what it would mean for them once he was part of the Serpents. He had promised her that it was just undercover, that he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes that his father had, and she wanted so badly to believe him. She wanted to be his partner in this just as she had been there for Jason Blossom’s murder investigation and subsequent solving. Just as he had been there for her with Polly, the very start of their relationship.

She was determined that she was not going to lose him to the Southside, plus no-one, not even Jughead Jones was going to break up with her via text.

She could feel the atmosphere change as soon as she crossed over the threshold, suspicious eyes roving over her trying to figure out what one of ‘them’ was doing in a place like this.

“You are a very long way from home Blondie.” A leather clad man with a long beard, greyed with age sneered at her. She noticed from the corner of her eye another member, a teen around her age had made his way from the table where he was seated. She continued to make her way towards the bar, ignoring the furious beating of her heart and the shaking in her hands. But as more and more of the gang members moved to surround her she could feel her confidence starting to give way. She straightened herself pulling herself up to her full height and continued on.   

“Extremely far from the white picket fences of the Northside.” He continued to chuckled unkindly.

“Did the boys get too boring for you over there. Wanted something a little more dangerous.” The younger man said as he approached her his eyes roaming over her body, as she hugged her arms around herself suddenly self conscious of her tight sweater.

She turned around sharply looking for an escape but was now surrounded by the other patrons of the bar, other members of the notorious gang which currently was locked in a civil war with her own side. Well she was here now and there was no feasible escape so she might as well get what she came for.

“I’m looking for Jughead Jones.” She said cursing the slight waver in her voice as she tried to command authority in her voice.

“Well girlie, you found us instead.” The older man said as he placed an arm on her shoulder and as she moved to shrug him off he only gripped harder. Frightened she reached for the pepper spray that she had stolen from her mum’s bag, grateful that she had had the forethought to do so. “And we don’t take too kindly to your kind nosing around here.”

Just as her fingers clasped around the cannister a tall figure pulled the man away from her,  pressing him up against the bar, as she moved back stunned, free from his grasp.

“Back off Mongoose.” A rough familiar voice threatened, and recognition washed over her. A beanie-less, leather jacket wearing Jughead Jones, had the Serpent pinned to the bar, twisting his arm behind his back, his tall imposing figure had the other members who had initially gone to help take a wider berth as soon as he glared at them.

Her heart was now racing out of something more than fear, seeing her Jughead defending her honour sent a heat spreading through her body and a flush to her cheeks. His hair was wild, waves falling over his eyes, as he glared at those around him. He leant closer to the man’s ear whispering something that she couldn’t quite hear and noticed a widening of Mongoose’s eyes as he took in the information, before nodding eagerly.

Jughead released him and Betty watched as he nursed his arm as he moved to the back of the small crowd that had gathered when the commotion had started. None of the other serpents seemed to want to be near him as if he was tainted.

He turned to her next, his hand pushing back his hair from his face and his eyes captured hers with such an intensity that she felt her flush intensify, her sweater becoming too warm despite the coolness of the bar.

“You need to leave Betty.” . His face an expression of something that she had only seen a few times, when he was held back by the orderlies at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy and when someone had covered her locker in pigs blood spelling out their hatred for her. There was a roughness and authority in his voice that made her go weak in the knees. Her protector, always.

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Strawberry Buttercream (Happy Birthday, Jaybird)

A/N: My fic for Jason’s birthday! @melyaliz I think you wanted me to tag you when I posted this. I didn’t fully use either of the prompts that were sent me, but yours kind of inspired this? I hope you guys enjoy this birthday fluff for my favorite boy ^.^

Y/N had hoped that her boyfriend would be gone the entire time she was busy making his birthday cake, but, wouldn’t you know it, the minute she got out all her supplies and ingredients was also the minute he walked through the door.

“What are you doing?” Jason asked, curiosity lighting up in his eyes.

There goes the surprise, Y/N thought with a small sigh. “I’m making you a birthday cake.” She said.

“But it isn’t my birthday.” He said, unconvincingly. How the man managed to keep his life as a vigilante a secret, she would never know.

Y/N snorted at his dishonesty. “Nice try, but I asked Alfred months ago and he wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

Jason swore under his breath. “Hey,” Y/N said, pointing her mixing spoon at him. “At least I’m not throwing you a party. It is just a cake. Unless of course you don’t want me to make you a cake-”

“I never said that.” Jason interjected. “What exactly did you have planned?” He asked, eyeing the array of ingredients arranged on the counter.

“Strawberry cake with strawberry buttercream icing.” Y/N said, holding out her phone to show him the recipe. “Unless you would prefer chocolate or vanilla.”

“Strawberry is perfect.” He said with a smile. “So what do we do first?”

“We,” Y/N said, opening a box of white cake mix. “Are not doing anything. You can sit there and keep me company though.”

Jason held his hands up in mock surrender as he sat down at the kitchen table. “Work your magic then, Martha Stewart.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she continued working on the cake batter. Jason got up when she poured finally poured the finished mixture into a pan. He picked it up and put it in the oven. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he quickly cut her off.

“It is the least I can do.” He said.

“The least you could do is what I told you to do: nothing.” Y/N grumbled.

Jason laughed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know I seem a little ungrateful, but my birthday hasn’t ever really been a big deal. I mean, Bruce and Alfred always tried to throw this huge party for me and invite kids from school, but I always felt like that was more for show than anything.”

“They mean well.” Y/N said, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands rested on her back. “I had to convince them not to throw you a party this year.”

Jason gave an exaggerated shudder at that. “They still want us to come over for dinner though.” Y/N added.

“No.” Jason said firmly.

“I made them promise not to try anything funny.” Y/N said pleadingly. “I even threatened Dick.”

“That is almost a present in and of itself.” He laughed. Y/N smiled and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I am glad you think that, but you are getting a present and you are not allowed to refuse it.” Y/N said, pulling herself out of Jason’s embrace. “Want to help me make the icing?”

What started out as a simple task quickly degenerated after they turned on music.

If I could find you now things would get better,” Y/N sang along. “We could leave this town and run forever.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me away!” Jason said as he picked Y/N up and spun her around.

“Jason!” She shrieked, losing her grip on the whisk. It went flying as he continued to spin her to the music. “Let me down!” She pleaded.

“Nope, not until the song ends.” He teased. As the final notes faded, he put her down and they both swayed, very dizzy from his actions.

When the world finally stopped spinning, Y/N looked around for her missing utensil. She found it across the room and moved to retrieve it, not realizing she stepped in buttercream that had smeared on the floor when the whisk had went flying.

Y/N let out a loud shriek as she felt her feet slip out from underneath her. Jason caught her and pulled her up in his arms.

“You know,” Jason started, a mischievous smirk forming on his handsome face. “I didn’t think I could get you to fall for me once, but I think this makes twice now.”

“You have been spending far too much time with, Dick.” Y/N groaned as she hid her face in his shoulder. “You can put me down, by the way.”

Jason carefully put her back on her feet and grabbed a dishcloth from the sink. He cleaned up all the icing from the floor before handing her the whisk.

Y/N sighed as she cleaned it before turning back to the mixing bowl holding the rest of the icing. They managed to get the cake out of the oven before it burned and to finish making the icing.

Y/N grabbed Jason’s hand and led him into the living room.

“So what movie do you want to watch while we wait for the cake to cool?” Y/N asked as she turned on the TV.

Jason just smiled as he held up Raiders of the Lost Ark.

“I’m not even surprised.” Y/N said with a small laugh as Jason settled onto the couch next to her. She smiled as she watched him get lost in the world of Indiana Jones.

Somewhere between Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Jason drifted off to sleep. Y/N smiled as she got up from the couch and grabbed a blanket. She carefully covered him with the blanket.

She was still smiling as she went into the kitchen and finished his cake. She placed it on the table and retrieved the presents that she had carefully wrapped. A new leather bound copy of Pride and Prejudice, next to which she had placed a long thin package. She was nervous about that one, but she knew Jason would probably be excited. Hopefully.

She sighed as she admired her work. It wasn’t the fanciest or best birthday display ever, but she knew he would appreciate this more than balloons and streamers.

“Happy birthday, Jay.” She murmured, a soft smile on her face.

A Hairy Situation

Originally posted by edsgazebos

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: The reader loves her hair more than anything, so when something happens to it, Richie is there to comfort her.

Requested: Yes! could you do a Richie imagine where the reader has like really long and curly hair and she loves it a lot and the bowers gang gets her alone one day and henry cuts it and she goes to richie crying after? thank youuu!!

Warnings: Cursing and Bullying

Authors Note: So first of all I am SO SORRY about not having posted the past two days! School sucks and I’ve been trying to stay on top of it all. Anyways, with that being said, I hope you enjoy!

It was autumn time in the town of Derry and you couldn’t be happier. The air was crisp and almost constantly smelled of a looming rain. The sounds of leaves rustling and crunching underneath shoes filled your ears. You loved autumn and the way the wind blew through your long curly hair. you were walking home with Richie after another long and boring day of school. You smile as he rambled on about what he was going to do when he got home.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Richie turned to face you as he walked backwards in front of you, “I bet you’re gonna go home and brush your hair 100 hundred times exactly, and do some stupid hair treatment or whatever. ‘oh, look I’m (Y/N) and I have such long and perfect hair, oh wow!’’ he joked.

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anonymous asked:

So i've seen a lot people saying God doesnt have a gender, but then why does everyone always say God is male? I hope this doesnt sound offensive, i really like this concept, but do you have like a few sources?

Hi there! I don’t know many people who would outright assert that God is “male;” rather, the language they use for God implies it – using only masculine terms like “Father” and “Lord,” using only he/him pronouns, and so on. To keep it simple, the reason for this is patriarchy.

The Bible was written by people (either mostly or all men) in patriarchal cultures; it is also read mostly by people (us!) in patriarchal cultures. Whether they realized it or not, the writers couldn’t help weaving the mindsets and assumptions of their own world into their writing. Whether we realize it or not, we can’t seem to help weaving our mindsets and the structure of the world around us into our talk about God!

Here is one quote and here is another from theologian Shirley Guthrie on how the Bible was written by human beings within a patriarchal context. And here is a quote on avoiding anthropomorphizing God: part of how we end up viewing God as “male” is that we tend to anthropomorphize Them, to try to picture them as simply a person like us; and in our culture, a (white, cis, straight, able-bodied, etc.) man is the “default” human, we might even say the “ideal” human – and so surely God must be “male” too.

Edit: someone replied noting that Hebrew only has male and female verb endings – there is no neutral option. This is true, can’t believe I forgot to mention that! Hebrew’s verbs, nouns, adjectives, and pronouns are assigned genders. And again, because male was/is considered the “default,” and because men held more power in their society and they viewed God as powerful, it makes sense that, of the two options, the writers went with the male endings. (And for the Greek parts of the Bible, Greek is also a gendered language in this way.)

But God does not bless patriarchy; God does not fit into our boxes that aim to categorize humans into “superior” and “inferior.” God is genderless and God is every gender – God is God, and no human terms can hope to encompass the Divine.

Here is a post that talks about how we can view God as a woman, if we like; it includes passages from the Bible in which God is referred to with (or refers to Godself with) feminine imagery. These Bible passages show that even in these patriarchal times, the biblical writers did not confine God utterly to masculinity! The truth of God’s vastness shines through. 

Edit: I should also add this link to an article on Sophia, which goes into the history of early Christians treating the Holy Spirit as feminine!

I also recommend Austen Harke’s video, “What are God’s pronouns?”

Wander through our God beyond Gender tag for even more! 

I’ll leave you all with a question and an invitation: how do you refer to God? do you see God as male? I invite you to experiment with language for God – expand the nouns, pronouns, and images you use for Them, for Him, for Her, for Xem. God is so vast, They defy pinning down with human words – but the wider we expand our language for Her, the bigger a “piece” of God we’ll see. 

Mark Imagine - Secret

A/N - So it’s been a couple of days since the last upload, sorry! As I’ve said before, exam revision is getting the best of me so I’ve not been able to dedicate as much time to writing. Just be patient guys and I’ll try and post as much as I can~

Errr, I’m not very good at using Tumblr, but I hope I’m doing this right… Uh, could I request a Mark imagine where the reader and him have been dating for a little bit, and he wants to tell all the fans, but they’re both kind of anxious…I don’t really care where it goes from there. x3 Thanks! :P 

“Hey, (Y/N)?”
“Yes, Mark?”
“I’ve been thinking about things recently, and I want to tell the fans about you. Us.” A million thoughts rushed through your mind. You’d been dating Mark for around three months now and the both of you were extremely happy in your relationship. Ever since the first date, you knew you had fallen for him hard and now three months in, you still felt those same butterfly feelings in your stomach whenever he smiled at you. Telling the fans about your relationship was something you knew would be inevitable, especially since Mark had wanted to be open about your relationship with the other members, not wanting to be secretive around them. A part of you wanted the same for the fans, so that they could see just how happy Mark was but another part of you was scared and you couldn’t deny it. Your relationship with Mark was one of the biggest secrets you had kept to the people outside of your closest friends and family. Mark was no doubt just as worried as you but had always seemed much more relaxed, especially now.

You looked at him nervously, not even bothering to hide how anxious you were to go public with your relationship. He held your hand soothingly, gently running a finger over the soft skin. His smile was reassuring and kind. 
“I get that you’re nervous, I am too. But I really think they will like you just as much as I do. It’s all up to you though, if you want to wait then I’m fine with that.”
“No, I’m ready to tell them. They have a right to know about us. But how will we tell them?”
“I spoke to one of our manager’s and she said it’d be too formal if it was through some news article or whatever and that we should just do something more personal before the company officially confirms it.”
“Okay, when do we tell them then?”
“Whenever we want. It’s up to you. I’d like to do it through V App though if that’s okay with you.”
“Well how about we tell them now? Let them know about our little secret.”
“Let’s do it,” you replied, grinning at the thought of finally being able to tell the world about your love for Mark.

He got out his phone and signed into the group’s V App account that allowed them to broadcast live. You both took a deep breath as he clicked the button to start broadcasting. Mark waited for a few people to start watching before he began talking. You weren’t on camera yet, waiting for him to share the news and invite you on screen. 
“Hey guys, I’ve not got much to say right now but there’s something I want to tell you guys,” he explained, translating the message for the non-Korean speaking fans watching so they wouldn’t have to wait for subtitles after he had finished broadcasting. 
“It’s pretty important and I’ve been wanting to share this with you for a little while now. I hope you’ll all continue to support me after this and show a lot of love.” He gestured for you to move closer so that the fans could see you. 
“This is (Y/N). We’ve been in a relationship for a few months and I care about (Y/N) a lot so please give us your love and support.”
“Hi everyone, I’m (Y/N). And don’t worry, I’m not stealing Mark from you at all,” you added giggling as you saw a lot of positive comments flooding in. Everyone was saying how cute you looked together and how attractive you were. Any rude comments were completely overrun by positivity and it fulled you with complete and utter joy to see the support for your’s and Mark’s relationship.

My friends and dear followers, may I be frank with you for a moment?

I considered something today. I value my character over potential careers. If i got an offer to do something big i think id challenge the offerer to take my card and see if theyre still interested in a year where im sure ive developed a selfless attitude on the gift i was given. I dont ever want to corrupt my blessing by using it for strictly personal ego stroking. Thats such a robbery to the one who gave me it. Im so guilty of wanting to be known for something, have popularity, favor. I do have favor, but its not given to me to use only for myself. My goal is to stop trying to be like the world when I’m clearly not of it in my very soul. I love art, but I love God more. Im not ashamed.

Hes the only constant in my life and the only one who ever stayed and loved me despite the absolute mess I was and still am.

You can unfollow me right now if this isnt your jam, but I strive to be more at peace with something greater than myself. That’s my life. And i fight my insecurities and evils everyday just to achieve this peace. I falter all the time (you may even visibly notice it through ny art posts and whutnot), but I’m trying my best. I cant hurt myself with failures. No one goes anywhere or does anything truely worthwhile when they do.

For those of you not familiar with me as much as others, im very transparent. Appologies if it offends, im just very real.🦊

AND I take grand care to love, respect and meet others where they are. Because someone awesome did that for me.

I hope this finds someone who needs it as much as i needed to write this to ground myself.

Luffy’s outfits mark his journey toward being Pirate King

After watching One Piece, I began to notice a trend in Luffy’s outfits. Each one acts as a sort of marker in his journey of maturity and becoming the Pirate King. It’s pretty cool when you stop to look at it.

The inspiration for Luffy’s outfit?

This is taken from Akira Toriyama’s Dr. Slump anime, where Toriyama makes a “cameo” to talk to the viewer. I’ve never seen anything official from Oda saying this was his inspiration for Luffy’s outfit, but it seems to be too similar to be a coincidence. 

I mean, it makes sense. 

So if this is the starting point for inspiration, what’s the end point? My guess is Luffy is going to dress in something similar (but not exactly) to what we’ve seen Roger wear in the show. 

Luffy’s outfits during One Piece

First outfit Luffy wears is the red vest with the blue shorts. It’s simple, and doesn’t necessarily give off any sort of “king of the pirates” vibe. The only thing worth noting is the blue and red color scheme is also in Roger’s design. 

Aside from a few random “arc only” outfits including the one Luffy wears for Alabasta, the next main outfit change occurs after Luffy’s fight with Ussop and when he challenges the world government. 

This is fairly important, because I think it reflects the seriousness of the situation, and a slightly darker theme for the story. 

After this, Luffy moves to an entirely different color scheme in Thriller Bark, Sabaody and Amazon Lilly, but the design of the vest remains the same. Luffy also picks up a small armlet and wears his vest open.

For Marineford, Luffy wears gold and red, which is closer to Gol D Roger’s color scheme. His vest is closed. 

The outfit after the time skip is an important shift for Luffy’s design. In addition to returning to the red and blue, the outfit has three quarter sleeves, is open and looks a lot more like a traditional pirate shirt. Luffy also has added a sash, which is the same color as Roger’s. 

Luffy then goes through a couple different arc specific outfits, such as the one he wears for Punk Hazard. Even though the shirt is different for Dressrosa, Luffy still wears his sash and blue pants.

Eventually goes back to his main red shirt, blue pants and gold sash design.

And that leads me to the outfit Luffy wore for whole cake island, and I’m hoping we’ll see it again. This is his white shirt which looks similar to his main post time skip red shirt, but it also has trim.

We’ve never seen Luffy wear something THIS fancy (discounting movies). I think it marks another distinct shift for Luffy in temperament, maturity, and his status within the One Piece world. Luffy is back to wearing red pants, but he’s kept his gold sash. And again, instead of a plain pirate shirt, the collar is gold with an ornate design. The red is also darker than the other red’s he has worn, and is closer to the red in Roger’s design.

It’s important to note that we’d never see Luffy in this kind of outfit romping around the East Blue, Albasta or any other place. Oda is definitely communicating to us with this one.

It’s by far my favorite Luffy outfit from the main story. He looks the part. 

Movie designs 

As a side note, I do like how Strong World and Film Z gave us some designs for Luffy that are more mature, and have the long coat. 

Film Z gave us the red and gold color scheme, but I have to say, I like the black, gold and red for Luffy. It could also be the red in the film Z coat is rather bright.

His final outfit design?

As far as Luffy’s final pirate outfit is concerned, I’d guess it will be a long coat which is draped over the shoulders and Luffy wouldn’t put his hands through the sleeves. I will also guess Luffy will wear an open shirt underneath the jacket so his X scar is still visible. I think the color scheme will have dark red, gold and possibly blue. 

I think he’s going to look MAGNIFICENT. 

I really admire people who can dogmatically ship the same couples all the time in Merlin, because mine change every few days. Am I in the mood for femslash, or a fairytale couple, or a queen in love with someone else, or a half immortal ship living in hope? Attempts to kill each other and sexual tension? Rare pairing? Something else? Who knows? Certainly not me. 

“Why are your hands purple?”

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time posting fics on here so hopefully it goes well. I wrote this cause I cause it wouldn’t leave me alone after i saw the idea online. These two are just so cute i felt like they needed more fics, all mistakes are mine and I hope you enjoy :)


“Babe are you ready yet?” Kat called out her voice echoing through the apartment.

After putting it off for a month, Adena was finally meeting Jane and Sutton. If Kat was being honest with herself she was incredibly nervous. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Adena to meet her best friends, it’s just that Kat had been extremely happy living in their little bubble. Ever since Adena had been allowed back in the country the two had been spending as much time with each other as possible, both desperate to make up for lost time.

“I’m coming, I’m coming” Adena assured sweeping quickly into the room. Kat turned around from where she was standing by the apartment door only to left speechless by her beautiful girlfriend.

“I…you…” Kat gulped chastising herself for acting like an inarticulate fool. “Babe you look stunning.” Adena blushed as Kat’s eyes continued to rove her body.

“You approve I take it?” She teased the blush fading slowly from her cheeks. Adena had been nervous all week as the evening grew closer. Although she knew that she didn’t need the approval of Kat’s best friends Adena desperately wanted it as it would make her relationship with Kat that much simpler. Her nerves had led to her changing her outfit at least four times in the past half hour as she stated at her closet in frustration as nothing seemed to be just right. She had finally settled on a pair of jeans that she knew Kat loved, something about how it made her legs look, and a cream coloured sweater with a slit up the side. She had decided to wear a pair of simple black flats and her maroon coloured hijab so act as a statement to the rest of the outfit. Adena had felt mildly confident with her choice when looking in the mirror earlier but Kat’s reaction had reassured her that her choices were good ones.

“Like it? Babe you look amazing” Kat assured leaning in to place a soft kiss on Adena’s lips. “You make me feel a little under dressed though” Kat teased, indicating to her own outfit. Adena took a step back and quickly scanned what her girlfriend was wearing, tight jeans with a white tank top and a black leather jacket. Kat smirked as she watched Adena take in her outfit, Kat knew she looked good even if she was a bit more casually dressed than her Girlfriend.

“Well, you’ll do I suppose,” the small smirk Adena wore let Kat know she was being teased.

“Hey!” Kat cried in mock indignation. “Don’t be mean or we’ll see if I do that thing you like when we get home.” Adena’s jaw dropped at the threat, her eyes narrowing in retaliation.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Adena grabbed Kat’s arm and pulled her in close, her hands migrating to Kat’s back pocket.

“I might you never know.” Kat shrugged with a small grin. “But I guess you’ll find out later if we don’t leave now we’re going to be late.” Kat pulled away taking Adena’s hands in her own and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles before pulling back in confusion.

“Babe? Why are your hands Purple?” Kat questioned, confusion evident in her words.

Adena looked at her hands to see the remains of what looked like purple paint dotting the back of her hands. “That’s a very good question” Adena mused, thinking back to what she had been working on earlier that day, chuckling when she figured out what had happened. “I was painting earlier to try and distract myself from obsessing about tonight. It worked for awhile,” Adena smiled “at least until you called. I was so startled that I ended up putting my hand in the paint. I thought I had gotten it all off but I must have missed some.” The light blush covering Adena’s cheeks made Kat swoon.

“Awww are you saying that I made my normally calm, put together girlfriend act like a total spaz?” Kat teased lightly, “Oh man and I wasn’t even there to see it.” The pout on Kat’s face made Adena laugh.

“I don’t know why you are so shocked by this. I’ve lost my composure around you many times, this is not the first.”

“True,” Kat admitted with a grin. “But this is the first time I had you lose composure over something not sex related.” Adena took in the shit eating grin on Kat’s face and decided to even the score.

“Who said it wasn’t? You don’t know what I was thinking about.” Kat’s face creased in confusion.

“I don’t understand.” Adena walked away from Kat grabbing her purse and keys as she opened the door of the apartment.

“I think you looked lovely in your purple lingerie last night and wanted to see if I could capture the look on canvas…I think I was pretty successful.” Kat’s jaw dropped.

“Wait babe, what were you painting?” she called out as Adena walked out the door only to be met with light laughter of her girlfriend as she made her way down the hall.

anonymous asked:

For Artist: How did you think of or come up with the gamer AU? (I LOVE YOUR ART BTW) For AU: Do everyone live together or is it like Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok live together, then the other live seperatly, etc etc? And When did the ships start to develop ;)

V, Jungkook, and Jimin live in the freshman college dorms– they pretty much have their own rooms but all on the same floor.. having to share that same giant bathroom. They often visit their hyungs because that’s where they shoot their gameplay videos. I like to think that Yoongi and Jin are juniors. Namjoon and Hoseok should be in their sophomore year, but Namjoon pretty much has enough credits to graduate with Jin and Yoongi.

Under the cut is snipet about ships, my inspiration for this au, and the reason why I wanted to make it– sorry this post turned out to be very long lmao– WORLD BUILDING!

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My heart goes out to the Venezuelans right now. Please stay strong through all of this hectic mess. You are in my prayers and I hope the best for you.

If you haven’t heard, Venezuela is going through hard times as of the moment. There are food and medicine shortages. Protests are becoming violent and more than 100 people have been killed. They are at risk of having no internet or communications, their freedom of belief is being challenged, and they could possibly not be able to travel outside of the country if they needed to.

@kristofbjorgmans has posted multiple things about her country’s situation if you want to see more. Keep fighting on; you’ve got this. Mantente fuerte. ❤️

anonymous asked:

I'm a Christian. I'm also a trans male. My religion is very important to me, but I'm afraid who I am contradicts my beliefs. Growing up I always heard God doesn't accept the lgbt community. I want to be myself but I don't want to throw away my faith. I'm not sure what to do.

Being true to yourself should in no way contradict anything. Religion is supposed to be about love and acceptance not spreading hate, bigotry and rejection. People have misquoted and twisted the meaning of the bible for a long time now and the things they make it say far more goes against the religion than your existence does. Also the original text has been translated many times and is more than likely mistranslated in many ways to give wrong impressions of what was originally stated. People are people and they can and will twist things to suit their own bias. It is also open to interpretation and personal bias can certainly come into that

This doesnt have to be a one or the other choice. There are many religious trans, and LGBT in general, people as you can be both. Not all religious people are intolerant, there are many accepting ones. its the bad who taint the whole. There are different ways you can look at this. The whole ‘God doesnt make mistakes’ thing for example. They say that sort of thing against us when actually they are right. We are not a mistake because we were meant to be this way. Would God want you to suffer needlessly or want you to be true to yourself? You can still have your faith and be you as well. Really its not God that doesnt accept you or LGBT people, its the people spewing that who dont because they project their own prejudices. They are far more of a problem against the religion as they are promoting hate and also speaking on behalf of God, is that not a sin? Dont let those malicious people get in your way. You can have both and it is not wrong. There are accepting churches and places where you can go

I will link you to some resources and posts on this which may help

Resources for Religious Trans People
Gay or Christian? You Can Be Both
Transgender Religious Expression and Spirituality
Post with some resource links
Re: Scripture
This also goes through scripture
Letter from a Rabbi
Ask from another blog
Another one
Positivity submission

I hope this helps in some way. Its not uncommon, especially in the early days and if you have dysphoria, for trans people to struggle to accept themselves. That may also play a role in this if you dont accept yourself. Its something that can take time but I hope looking through those links and resources will help

Let's Take a Walk! (Eggsy x Reader)

A/N: I’ve never posted a fanfic or imagine on Tumblr before, but here goes! Hope you like it! I will post more if you guys would like. Find me at DeviantArt and Archive of Our Own under InnerBeautyCounts :)

    "Please! Eggsy, please!“ you begged for the thousandth time.
    ”(Y/n), I said no,“ Eggsy replied a bit calmer, after having lost his patience at least ten times in the last hour.
    "It’s just a normal walk. Just a walk through the quiet, calm, serene neighborhood. It’s not like we’re walking in the city or at the park or anything. Chances are we won’t see another single living soul,” you replied.
    He didn’t know, but you had a really, really big crush on Eggsy. This walk might’ve been the perfect opportunity to at least even it out between you and Princess Tilde. You were the one that was supposed to go on a date with Eggsy after the world was saved. You were the one that was supposed to be kissed. Okay, maybe not supposed to, but it sure as hell shouldn’t have been some desperate princess giving Eggsy the “benefit” only because she needed a way out of that prison as soon as possible… and that he happened to be extremely good-looking.
    "Ergh, (y/n), it’s way too risky right after having completed a mission. You don’t know if anybody, from some God-knows-what secret organization, might get us back for what we righteously did!“ he exclaimed, standing up midway, then putting his hands on his hips.
    "Well,” you said as he started to walk a couple steps farther from the cozy couch in the den, “we’re a secret organization ourselves.”
    He stopped and turned his head back a little, followed by completely turning around his whole body, giving you a “really?” look, then chuckling and biting the right part of his bottom lip.
    Whoa, you thought as you stared at his plush, perfectly pink lips. You pursed your own to avoid anything stupid or even risqué coming out of your mouth. 
    You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Besides, we’re two highly-skilled, meticulously-trained agents… or at least, I am, so what’s the worst that can happen?”
    Eggsy scoffed at your little joke and sighed, “Fine, let’s take a walk!”
    "YES, THANK YOU!“ you exclaimed in happiness and relief.
    "Only to prove your point wrong if something bad does, in fact, happen. I even get to say ‘I told you so!’” he smirked, crossing his arms.
    "Oh, whatever,“ you giggled, "get changed and put some decent-looking clothes on. You look like even more of a slob in that ketchup-stained muscle tee and those stupid cargo shorts.”
    "See you in a bit, Agent Bruin,“ he smiled, completely melting you with a wink.
    "See you soon, Agent Galahad,” you replied, putting in your full effort to try to return the wink. Instead, you made a funny face and realized as soon as Eggsy giggled. You began giggling, too, hiding the embarrassment and regret. Way to screw it up, (y/n). Way to screw it up…
After about ten minutes of quick touching up some light make-up and slipping into a simple white, collared blouse and black leggings, then into some feminized (and lethal!) Oxfords, you went downstairs into the tailor’s and waited for Eggsy.
    He came walking down the stairs right on cue, in an expensive Kingsman suit, his black Oxfords, and an umbrella hanging on his arm. “Good evening, (y/n),” he said, in his “proper” voice, “Are you ready for our little stroll around the neighborhood?”
    "Wow, when I told you to get cleaned up and ready, I didn’t mean to get all fancy!“ you teased, pointing to your own casual and plain outfit, "And it’s morning, not evening.”
    "Didn’t mean to get all fancy!“ he teased, mocking your American accent (unless you don’t have one, oops), "Well, I liked to be armed and ready when out in public.”
    "So do I,“ you replied, with a smug look on your face.
    He gave you a quizzical look, cocking one eyebrow, "And where do you keep your-” Before he could continue, you turned around and smacked your butt, then knocked on your chest. “Oh, I see…” he continued as the two of you exchanged smirks, “Well, the suit gives me confidence. You’re radiating and look beautiful casual anyway.”
    Whoa, did he just-“Well, thank you, Eggsy, and may I say, you look rather dashing yourself,” you winked, suddenly feeling brave.
    "Why, thank you, (y/n),“ he winked as he put his arm out, gesturing for you to put your hand in his elbow.
    Full of courage and feeling as if you were on a roll, you placed your hand there and warmly smiled, getting lost in his green eyes, your eyes lingering down to his lips, in a big, glowing smile. He opened the door with left arm, which was also holding the umbrella, and you kept your left hand in his elbow.
    "Not so bad, right?” you smiled, looking up at his finally relaxed face.
    "I-I guess,“ he smiled, pushing up his glasses and turning his face over to you.
    You got your free hand and gently took them off him, carefully tucking them into his jacket’s left breast pocket. "That was only one of your real missions, Eggsy. You have to learn to not being so paranoid. I’ve gone through at least twenty just as rough if not rougher.”
    "Okay, I’ll try,“ he murmured, looking at you gratefully, and keeping his eyes glued to yours. Not noticing, you kept yours glued to his as well. They were even more vivid and beautiful without the lens of the glasses getting in their way, or the reflective shine of the sun. ”(E/c), your eyes are (e/c).“
    You giggled, "Yes, they are (e/c).”
    "And they’re beautiful, too,“ he remarked, slightly blushing, your cheeks doing the same when you had noticed.
    "Thank you, Eggsy. Your eyes are quite remarkable as well; they’re so unique!” you exclaimed, your hand subconsciously stroking the inside of his arm, “And mine are just, well, (e/c).”
    "Oh, you silly, little- ah, they’re beautiful!“ he exclaimed, setting his umbrella against his leg and caressing your right cheek with the back of his now free hand, "Oh, my, your skin is soft, too!”
    You blushed and giggled like a little school girl, looking down to the two pairs of feet, then back into Eggy’s mesmerizing eyes. “Oh, Eggsy, you’re making me blush!”
    "I’m glad I’m doing so,“ he grinned, "but I’m just pointing out the obvious.”
    You felt your cheeks getting even warmer and your mind getting even more engulfed in his warm, tingling touch. You were too captivated in his eyes to realize your faces were getting closer… and closer… that is, until-
    "Hey, babe!“ shouted a man, obviously drunk, "Ditch that wannabe cunt and join me! I can show you a better time! C'mon, girl, ditch the snob!”
    Slowly, you and Eggsy left your positions and turned towards the man. Eggsy gestured towards him as to suggest you make your first move.
    "Sir, I advise that you don’t speak to ladies like that, especially this lady here,“ you said sternly, danger gleaming in your eyes.
    "Yes, and… have you looked into a mirror recently?" Eggsy cheekily added in.
    "Oh, you’re going to get it!” the man shouted, charging towards Eggsy.
    However, Eggsy stood there, legs shoulder with the part and his hands on the upside-down umbrella’s handle. Right as the man was within two feet of him, Eggsy quickly whipped up his umbrella, whacking him right where it counts.
    "ERGH, YOU BLOODY LITTLE CUNT!“ he grunted, falling back onto the hard gravel and clutching his parts.
    You kicked him once more in the shin, saying, "Don’t you ever call him those things ever again. You can’t even compare to him, so you can shut up and go back home, you lonely douche!”
    "Well done, (y/n),“ Eggsy smirked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders instead of allowing you to put your hand in his elbow.
    "Same goes for you,” you smiled, “and thanks, Eggsy.”
    "Eh, you did most of the work. Fine job,“ he commented, pressing a kiss to your temple, but it wasn’t exactly chaste…
    You blushed, and before you knew it, you had got on your tip-toes and pressed a kiss just as flirtatious to his cheek. As you pulled away, he raised his eyebrows, looking at you with a "not bad" face.
    "Well, we’ve been walking for about three hours, and I want some lunch. How about we go grab some sandwiches at that deli that just opened up? Ruby says it’s real good,” you suggested.
    "Only if I pay,“ he smiled, rubbing your arm.
    "Hmm,” you went, overly exaggerating your questioning expression, “sounds fair!”
    "Alright then, love. Let’s go get some sandwiches!“
    You smiled and tucked in closer to him, replaying everything that happened that day so far. Wait a second, you thought, did he like me back?
"Well, well, well,” said Roxy suggestively, lifting her shades, “where have you lovebirds been all day?”
    "Lovebirds?“ Eggsy asked, smiling and blushing.
    "Aww, you two are blushing,” teased Roxy. He turned over to you and noticed that you were indeed blushing. “Well, what did you two do?”
    “Took a morning walk, beat up a man, then got some lunch,” you replied smugly.
    “And nothing more?” she asked curiously. 
    “Doesn’t seem so… at the moment,” he added, slightly pausing, then looking over to you and raising an eyebrow. 
    “I’m just going to leave…” murmured Roxy, “Goodbye…”
    “What do you mean at the moment?” you asked, in the same fashion Ruby had, turning over to completely face him.
    His confidence and suggestiveness suddenly turned into anxiety and nervousness. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it, nervously chuckling. Unable to look at you in the eye, he looked away, mumbling, “Well, I was going to tell you earlier while we were on our walk, but I didn’t want to risk anything… I just didn’t know if you felt the same way.”
    Not wanting to jump to conclusions, you asked, “Well, tell me how you feel.”
    He came closer to you, his body probably only two inches away from yours at most, “Remember what I said about your eyes being beautiful?” he asked, continuing after you nodded, suddenly taking your hand, “It’s more than just your eyes that are beautiful. It’s your whole face, your hair, your body,” he paused to look down and blush as you did, “your character. You helped me become who I am today, and I completely ruined my chances by being an idiot and doing what I did with Princess Tilde. However, I sensed something more from you, and your personality just captivates me…” His voice began to slow and your faces moved in closer, “And it almost physically pains me… everyday… to stop myself… from…”
    It was finally the moment you thought would never come. His plush, soft, lips finally come in contact with your own. Gosh, they were even softer than they looked. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he snaked his around your waist, the space between your bodies completely disintegrating. It was passionate, slow, sensual, and definitely meaningful. 
    “Kissing you,” Eggsy continued, his cheeks glowing and his eyes full of love. 
    “Looks like you don’t have to stop yourself from kissing me anymore,” you chuckled, kissing him once more. 
    “After a long period of time, (y/n), I may be in love with you… No, I’m definitely in love with you.”
    “I’m in love with you, too,” you replied, “and I’m sure you can show me a better time than that creep.”
    Eggsy smirked and raised an eyebrow, “And I plan on continuing to do so. How about we take a walk this evening?”



A Dissertation on Pain and its Tight Embrace With Love - Sense8AU!John Wick x reader Part 3!

A/N: Hey all! Sorry for the hella absence. Anyway, here’s part three to the Sense 8 AU. I’m posting this between classes so I hope it goes through okay. Uni is tough. Much love, Charlie. Also, JK on the ‘big finish for part three’ I’m doing at least one more.

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Summer Storm - Chapter 21 Seasons

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NOTES:  This chapter has several time jumps and goes through several seasons….it has a lot of content and is really long…..there was no good place to post throughout so I just made it super long lol hope you enjoy!



The end of October had a chill to it that signaled the coming winter.  Betty wrote for long hours, trying to finish her book by the deadline from the publisher and Jughead was more than busy in his shop.  The people of town had been too desperate for a good mechanic to care who it was or what he looked like.  He was immediately busy and even hired two of the teens that would come to the farm. He taught them the basics so he could concentrate on the more complicated work.  

Betty had watched them one afternoon and smiled at his patience.  He was actually an excellent teacher and the boys learned quickly, even with the small mistakes.  He never made them feel like they couldn’t do what he was teaching and was encouraging and gave praise when it was due.  This week was especially busy, as people were wanting tune ups for the winter season coming.  He would come in in the evening, exhausted and most nights would eat, shower and go to bed.  She was thankful for Friday night.  He had taken no appointments for the weekend and he could just relax and rest.

Jughead was sitting on the porch swing and she came outside to join him.  The air was chilly but refreshing and she added a fuzzy hat to ward off the chill.  He grinned at her when he saw her and pulled her down beside him pulling her legs sideways over his.  She cuddled close as he kissed her cheek and lay her head on his shoulder.

“Tired?” she asked as he set the swing in motion with his foot.

“Not too bad.  Today was an easier day.  Just a couple oil changes.  I think I have all the winter prepping on vehicles done.  Back to just regular mechanic stuff or whatever breaks down.”

“I missed you this week,” she said softly, kissing his jawline.  

“I’m sorry love, all the busy shit is over now.”

“It’s ok, no need to apologize.  I know you love what you’re doing and I know you’re happy you have such a great customer base.  This town really came through and I’m really grateful that they trust you.  I’m so proud of you Jughead,” she said honestly.

“Well, since you went and changed your name to Jones on everything around town, and they all realized I wasn’t going anywhere, I think they just sort of gave in,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure it’s cause you’re really good at fixing cars,” she said smiling.  He nudged her chin up and kissed her softly.  She sighed into the kiss and he deepened it. His tongue lazily stroking hers, his hand brushing her cheek.  He lifted his head and smiled.

“I like your hat,” he said, his eyes twinkling.  

“Kinda matches yours, yeah?” she replied, giving his a shove so it sat crooked on his head.  He straightened it and pulled hers over her eyes.  He kissed her again as she pulled it back up.  

“How’s your writing coming?  You getting near the finish line?” he asked.

“I think so, words are flowing good.  Just hope I don’t hit a block near the end.  That happened on my last book and it drove me nuts.”

“It will come regardless, you’re brilliant,” Jughead said, pulling her close for another kiss.  This time, his arm came around her waist and she hauled herself onto his lap, straddling him.  “Whatcha doin’ there baby?” he asked, leaning his head back and grinning at her.  

“I missed you,” she murmured again, placing kisses on his lips and cheeks and down his neck.  He took her face with his hands and pulled her mouth back to his.  They kissed languidly for many minutes, just content to rest against each other, enjoying each other’s kiss.  His hand moved under her sweater and stroked the smooth skin of her back and she shivered for reasons that weren’t the chilly air.

“Do you want to go upstairs,” he whispered softly when he pulled away.  She nodded, her body flushed and warm from his kisses.  He stood and took her hand and led her to their bedroom.  They fell on the bed fully clothes and just lay smiling at each other for a moment.  She touched his face with the back of her hand and he took it, playing with her fingers.  

“I love you,” he said softly, his heart in his eyes.  Betty leaned in and kissed him again and his fingers tangled in her hair.  He pulled back and just looked at her for a moment.  “You are so beautiful,” sounding completely in awe of her.  She blushed and he smiled.  

It was these small moments that meant so much to her.  The quiet, lazy togetherness and the confessions of love.  He told her every single day how much she meant to him and she knew she would never tire of it.  This man had completely invaded her heart, mind and soul and she had truly never even known what real happiness and love was until he had come into her life.  

She kissed him again, her ‘I love you too’ breathing into his mouth and his arms came around her, pulling her close.  Their kiss turned consuming and hot and he tugged on her sweater and she pulled it off while he tugged on her jeans.  She was still in a tank top and underwear and he lay her back and leaned over her, his lips moving over her neck, down to the curve of her breast peeking out of the top.  He pulled the shirt up, caressing her stomach with his fingers and she shivered, her breathing hitching.  

“I like how soft and smooth you are,” he said with a smile, kissing her stomach, while he pulled the tank top over her head.  He bit her rib lightly and she jumped, moving away from his mouth and he grinned and did it again.  

“Stop it,” she laughed, and he took full advantage of her ticklishness.  Soon it was a full on war of the tickles and she tried to scramble off the bed but he caught her at the waist and she shoved a pillow in his face as they fell back.  Their laughter echoed around the room and she fell on top of him, and he quickly rolled them over and settled between her legs.

“You’re in a very compromising position, Mrs. Jones,” he said with a smirk while she struggled and laughed.

“Am I?” she asked, her voice low and sultry as she wrapped her legs around him and cuddled his growing arousal.  His teasing faltered and his eyes darken and he moved slowly against her.  “You’ve had a very busy week, Mr. Jones and I believe we haven’t been in this position for a few days now,” she said coyly, reaching down and stroking him through his jeans.  He kissed her then, heavy and hot and she fumbled to get his pants off him while his hands pulled at her bra and panties and soon it was warm, hard against soft, skin on skin and he moved to touch her, finding her more than ready.  

“Now, Juggie,” she moaned, arching up against him.  “Don’t wait,” she pleaded.  He wasn’t protesting in the slightest, desperate and hungry for her and easing into her.  He paused with his forehead on hers, enjoying the feel of her tight heat surrounding him.  She bit his shoulder to get him to move and he kissed her as he pulled out almost completely and then sinking back in.

“You always feel so fucking good,” he groaned against her mouth and she arched wildly against him, her nails digging into his back.  She didn’t let him take his time, there would be time for that later.  Right now she needed him and she needed release and he happily obliged her, moving in her hard and fast and reaching down to stroke her until they fell into blissful release, their groans filling each other’s ears.  She held him tight for a long while before she let him move and then she rolled with him.  

“That was amazing,” he muttered, pulling her right on top of him.  “Give me a few and we’ll do it again, slower.”  She giggled and snuggled into him.

“Sorry I was so eager,” she said with a sigh.

“Hey, I’m not complaining, I love it when you get all wild and needy,” he said laughing and she pinched his side.  He stroked his hands over her back, down to her hips.  “I also like going slow, and making you beg and squirm and scream my name,” he said teasingly.

“I don’t scream,” she denied and he laughed.  He rolled suddenly and held her hands over her head, nipping at her lips.

“Oh, but you do my love, and as soon as you feed me something, I’ll show you.”

“You and your stomach,” she said in exasperation, even as she giggled.  

After they had showered and eaten, Jughead had Betty screaming his name for half the night and she finally admitted that he was right.  


Jughead swore as he tried to shove the barn door closed in the howling wind and snow.  There was always heavy snow in New York in the winter but this was on another level.  There was no concrete buildings to stop the wind and keep the snow from drifting and the amount that fell and drifted around the farm was astonishing.  He had no idea when the customer who had left him his car the previous day was going to be able to get it home.  The forecast called for the storm to last another day and then it would probably be 2 days of clearing snow before anything could move on and off the farm.  He had gotten the horses bedded down and was thankful that Betty had decided to sell the sheep and didn’t have to find them in this dam white out.

He hurried across the yard and the wind basically blew him and Max into the front door.  He shoved it closed and leaned against it, breathing heavily and wiping his face.

“Getting a little crazy out there?” Betty asked, as she came out of the office, taking a look at him and laughing.

“How the hell did you manage winter on your own here?” Jughead asked as he started peeling off his layers.

“Ted usually came to clear the snow after any storm,” she said, helping him out of his snow blown jacket.

“I’ll bet,” Jughead muttered before he thought better of it.  She raised her eyebrows and gave a laugh.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Jughead sighed, and finally managed to get his boots off.  

“You jealous that Ted was my helper before you showed up?” she asked with a smile.  

“Maybe,” he admitted sheepishly.  “He could have stolen you before I had a chance.”

“Well, Ted is married, and even if he wasn’t, he’s way too fucking boring,” she said as she walked into the kitchen.  She couldn’t have shocked Jughead any more if she tried.

“Why is he boring?” he asked laughing as he followed her.

“Jughead, he’s a really great friend, but the man thinks a good time is listening to medical lectures and dissecting frogs.  I swear, his wife told me that was their first date,” Betty said, laughing.

“And she married him?”

“Apparently that does it for her.  She also told me he yells “God save me’ during sex and that he likes to do warm up jumping jacks before hand.”  Jughead started laughing and Betty nodded.  “Yeah, so, no thanks,” she said, laughing with him.   He came over and gave her a squeeze and a lingering kiss.  

“I may do some jumping jacks later,” he said with a grin.

“Well, then you can also yell ‘God save me’, because I certainly won’t,” she said matter of factly.  He only laughed harder and she shoved him with a roll of her eyes.  They made dinner together and when they were all finished eating, they settled on the couch in front of the fire with mugs of hot chocolate.  Jughead wrapped a blanket around them and tucked her in and she lay her head on his shoulder.  

“We may be snowed in for a while,” she said with a smile.  

“Oh the hardship,” Jughead said gruffly.  “Being stuck in the house with my beautiful wife.”  

“It’s Christmas in two weeks,” she said.  “Do you think JB and Noah will be able to come for New Years?  We could always go to them as well.  I wouldn’t mind getting away from the cold.”

“We can if you want.  I’ll just pass the word around that we’ll be gone a while and book appointments accordingly.”  

“I’m going to make a special gift for her.  I’m done my book and I want to get it bound in leather and sign it for her and give it as a gift, before it even goes to my publisher.  Do you think she would like that?” Betty asked.

“She would be thrilled.”

“Do you think she’ll be mad that we’ve been married for almost 3 months and haven’t told her?”

“I don’t know, she might be.  I think she would just be happy for us though.”

“Well, I hope so, cause she sure doesn’t hold back when she’s pissed off at you,” Betty said laughing.

“We can share the wrath now, it’s your fault too,” he said with a grin.  

“What are you getting me for Christmas,” she asked playfully, after a moment of silence.

“Not telling,” he said smiling.

“Did you get it already??” she asked, looking at him.  He shrugged and smirked as lifted his mug to his mouth.  

“I hope you like yours,” she said with a grin.  

“I already have the best present I could ever want,” he said softly, his eyes warm and happy.  Betty took the mugs and put them on the coffee table and crawled into his lap.

“A nagging wife?” she asked with a giggle, kissing his mouth.

“Mmmmm, yes,” he replied, hugging her close.  He kissed her again and she pressed closer, thinking this was going to be the best Christmas she had ever had.

It was Christmas Eve and Jughead couldn’t help but remember his wish on the beach in New York a few months prior.  He had wanted to lay in front of the fire with Betty and watch the snow fall outside.  He was pleased that that was exactly what they were doing.  Although he was spending more time looking into her beautiful green eyes then he was looking at the snow.  

“So, I’ve been thinking,” He said softly, as he leaned up on an elbow and gazed down at her.  Her hair was spread over the pillows they had thrown down and her green eyes sparkled in the fire light and he promptly lost his train of thought.

“Yes?” she asked, an amused smile on her face.  He decided to kiss her first and when she moved against him, he pulled away and took a breath.  

“Stop distracting me,” he ordered gruffly.

“Ummm, you’re the one who started kissing me,” she said laughing.  “So, what were you thinking?”  Jughead’s hand moved down and he gently caressed her stomach with the back of his fingers.  He placed a gently kiss on it and leaned back up and smiled down at her.  She furrowed her brow in question.

“What if we started on that pile of babies we want to have,” he said quietly.  Betty went still and her eyes widened.

“Really?” she breathed in surprise.  He smiled slowly and rested his hand on her stomach.  

“Well, lately I keep thinking about you all cute and pregnant and having dreams of green eyed babies and I’m thinking I’m wanting to have one,” he admitted ruefully.

“How about blue eyed ones?” she asked breathlessly.

“Whichever color, cause I know they will be as beautiful as you,” he said with a smile.  She touched his face and studied him.

“Are you sure, Juggie?  That’s a big step and I know it’s kind of our thing to go stupidly fast with everything, but you can’t get away from babies,” she said laughing.  “You ready to be a daddy?”

“I’m ready for anything, as long as it’s with you.  I seriously can’t think of anything I want more right now then to have babies with you.  I can’t even believe I get to have that option.  I feel like I’m being blessed beyond what I deserve and I just want it all,” Jughead said, his voice tender and heartfelt.

“Ok,” she said laughing happily.  

“Yeah?” he grinned, moving over her.  

“Yes, Juggie, I’d be honored and thrilled to have your babies,” she said and he leaned down and kissed her happily.

A couple of passion filled and delicious baby making hours later, the clock hit midnight and it was Christmas morning.  Betty lay sleepily in the pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fire and Jughead moved and reached for something he had sitting behind them.  

“Merry Christmas Love,” he said as he handed her a small box wrapped in gold paper with a black ribbon.  She sat up quickly and stared at it.  It was almost too pretty to unwrap.  She bit her lip and smiled.  She opened it slowly and pulled out a small velvet box.  Her heart fluttered and she gasped when she opened it.  It was a beautiful ring with a delicate flower on top; the middle a brilliant diamond and the petals sparkling emeralds.

“Oh, Juggie,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.  “This is so beautiful.”  

“I saw it a month ago when I went to the city for supplies.  The emeralds reminded me of your eyes,” he said softly.  

“You saw this at a mechanical store?” she teased.

“Ok, I may have sought out a jewelry store,” he said with a grin.  

“Shall I wear it on my ring finger?” she asked, taking it from the box with shaky fingers.  

“No, then we won’t match,” he said with a wink.  He took her right hand and put the ring on her finger there.  It fit perfectly.  She took his face and smiled as the ring glittered in the firelight.  

“Thank you,” she whispered.  “I love it so much.”  She kissed him then and he was about to pull her back on the pillows but she shook her head and pulled away.  She got up and grabbed an envelope from the mantel and sat back down.  

“Ok,” she said a bit nervously.  “I got you something too but it actually won’t be here until the snow is gone.”  He raised an eyebrow at that.  “And I don’t want you to freak out when you see what it is.  I promise I got a good deal on it and I really really want you to have it, so please don’t be mad at me.”  

“Ok, well now my curiosity is about to kill me; what did you do?” he asked slowly.  Betty handed him the envelope and he opened it.  He pulled out a picture.  It was of him sitting on the Harley that he had taken her on a date with in New York.  She had taken a picture when she had seen him sitting there lighting a cigarette.  He looked at her confused.

“I know how much you loved that bike and I found Sam’s number on your phone and I gave him a call.  He gave me a good deal on it.”

“You bought me a Harley?” he asked, completely shocked.  She bit her lip and nodded.

“Jesus,” he muttered.  

“Are you mad?” she asked quietly.

“I…no, but it’s….Betty this is too much!” he exclaimed.  

“I loved that bike and we had the most magical evening on it and I know how much you loved it too and I really wanted you to have it.”  Jughead just stared at the picture for a while, swallowing around the lump in his throat.  


“Thank you,” he said hoarsely when he finally looked at her.  She smiled happily and threw her arms around him, pulling him close.  “I love you, and I don’t deserve you,” he whispered gruffly as she pressed kisses all over his face.  

“Shut up,” she whispered before pressing her mouth to his.  Jughead did as she demanded and kissed her back with enthusiasm.  It was a Merry Christmas indeed.

At the beginning of February, they were packing for their trip to Miami.  It was the only time that that JB could take some time off her work at a law firm and when Noah had a bit of a break in his residency.  Betty packed slowly, feeling a little sad still at the unwelcome surprise she had gotten 5 days previous.  A visit to the bathroom had let her know she wasn’t pregnant.  She had been disappointed but she knew that not everyone just got pregnant right away and Jughead had reassured her that he would work on the problem every chance he got.  She had laughed at his silly joke and thanked him for making her feel better.

The trip to Miami though was something they were both excited about.  Jughead was a little nervous at the thought of flying, as he had never done it before and Betty wasn’t that thrilled either, as she had found out in November for her two day flight to L.A. to meet with her publishers; that she wasn’t a very good flyer.  Jughead had wanted to go with her but he had had so much work and just starting out in his business, she had insisted she would be fine without him.  He simply just didn’t want to be away from her and when she had gotten home, he hadn’t let go for a good 5 minutes when he met her at the airport.

“Hey hon,” Jughead said suddenly, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.  “How’s it coming along?”

“Good,” Betty said smiling.  “I just need to pack the bathroom stuff and then I’m all done.  What time is our flight?”

“8:30 tomorrow morning.  We’ll need to start out early.”  She nodded and moved away from him, into the bathroom.  “Hey,” he said softly, leaning against the door jam.  “You ok?”

“Yeah,” Betty said, putting things in the bag.  Jughead walked over and took the bag from her hand.  He turned her to face him and lifted her so she sat on the counter.  

“Please don’t be sad Betty, it’s only been a month, I don’t think everyone just gets pregnant as soon as they start trying.  It will happen.”  Betty sighed and wrapped her arms around him.

“I know,” she said quietly.  “I’m just so excited at the thought of our little baby.”

“Me too and hey, it sure is fun to try and get you knocked up,” he said with a grin.  She giggled and kissed his chin.

“You always gotta find the positive, right?” she asked with smile.

“Absolutely,” he said with a wink.

The next morning they were on a plane to Miami.  Betty still felt nauseated flying and Jughead was completely fine, as he always was.  He held her hand for most of flight and kept her distracted with stories of him and Jellybean when they were kids and had her laughing so much, she was surprised when they started their decent.  Betty looked out the window in excitement and then quickly sat back and swallowed, not enjoying the view of the land rushing up to meet them.

Once they got off the plane, and went through the gates to where family and friends were waiting, Betty spotted Jellybean right away.  She waved excitedly and the young woman ran over and grabbed her in a tight hug.  She grabbed her brother next and held on to him a little longer.  Betty smiled at them.  He held her like she was something precious and when he pulled away his eyes were misty.

“I’m so happy you guys are here!” JB exclaimed.  “Let’s get your bags!”  Betty laughed at her enthusiasm and they went to collect their bags.  When they stepped out of the building, Betty stopped for a minute to absorb the sunshine and warmth.  It was beautiful and she was happy to not have to pull on heavy coats and winter boots.  Jughead took her hand on the way to the car.  He smiled down at her and squeezed her fingers.

“Here’s to warm weather and sun dresses,” he said with a wink.  She giggled and leaned into him as his arm came around her shoulders.  He pressed a kiss to her hair and JB smiled at them.

“You two are so dam cute, I just can’t…” she sighed.  

JB drove them through Miami and Betty was in awe.  Everything was so bright and beautiful, she fell in love with the place immediately.  Both her and Jughead were surprised when she pulled a little out of the city and they drove along the coast until they pulled up in front of a beach house.  

“You win the lottery?” Jughead joked as they climbed out.  The place was stunning and neighbours were not very close.

“Are you being serious?” JB asked, laughing.

“What do you mean?” Jughead asked as they pulled their bags from the trunk.

“Jughead, what do you know about Noah besides the fact that he was a bit older and wanted to date your kid sister 5 years ago?”

“Hmmm….well nothing,” he said laughing.  “You’re my sister and he was a guy and I instantly hated him.”  Jellybean rolled her eyes.

“His mother is a brain surgeon and his father owns like 50 hotels.  He’s a trust fund baby.”

“Oh,” Jughead said, a little stunned.  “Well, good catch then.”  She laughed rolled her eyes again.  “He’s also incredibly kind and amazing and smart.  And he loves me completely.”  Betty smiled.  

“He sounds like Jughead,” she said softly.

“Except I have no trust fund,” he said laughing.  They headed inside and Betty was in awe.  It wasn’t a huge place but it was beautiful and the view was spectacular.  She wandered out to the deck the seemed to hang over a cliff that had a view of the beach and the ocean.  There was an outcrop of rocks on both sides of a lovely little beach and she was in even more awe.

“You have a private beach?” she exclaimed.  

“Yes and it’s wonderful.”

“Date night,” Jughead said to Betty with a twinkle in his eye.

“God,” JB said with a sigh.  “Just make sure you go behind the rocks on the left, can’t see there from up here,” she advised.  Betty blushed and Jughead laughed.  They went back inside and JB showed them their room and they dropped the bags and went back into the living room.  

Noah came home a couple hours later and after hugs and manly fist bumps, they settled into making dinner.  They ate out on the deck and when the sun started to set, Betty got up and went to get her gift for JB.  She was very nervous as neither her nor Noah had yet focused on the fact that her and Jughead had ring tattoos.  She settled next to Jughead on the deck lounger and held out the package to JB who took it eagerly.  Jughead took Betty’s hand and gave her a reassuring smile.  Jellybean opened it and gasped.

“Oh my God, Betty, is this your new book?” she exclaimed.  

“Yes, it’s not even at the publishers yet.  I really wanted you to have it.”  Jellybean ran her hand over the leather, her eyes filling with tears.  She didn’t take note of the name and opened it, her smile getting bigger when she saw the signature and small note Betty had left.  ‘To my biggest fan.”  

“This is….this is so beautiful,” she closed the cover and stared down at it.  “This is priceless.  Like better than a first edition by Elizabeth Cooper Jones…..” her voice trailed off when she read the name.  Jughead squeezed Betty’s hand.  JB’s eyes flew to them.

“Are you….?” She asked, shocked.  They held up their hands, showing their tattoo’d fingers. “Holy shit,” JB muttered, looking completely flabbergasted.

“Are you mad?” Betty asked quietly.

“What? Why would I be mad?” she asked.

“Well, Jughead is your brother and we didn’t invite you or tell you,” Betty said.  

“Oh,” Jellybean said in surprise, as if that had just suddenly dawned on her.  “Well, shit, you’re right!  Why the hell wasn’t I invited?” she asked.

“We just wanted it to be us,” Jughead explained.  “We decided to do it and just went ahead and did it.”

“Well, it does suck a little, but to be honest, Jay, it’s so completely something you would do, I’m not even really mad,” she said laughing.  “When did this happen?”  Betty sighed and Jughead pulled her closer.

“Our last day in New York,” he said quietly.

“What the fuck?  Like after you left our house?”  

“Yeah….” Betty said, wincing in remorse.

“Well, that’s….i mean….really?” JB asked, again looking surprised.  “Like September? 3 months after you met?”   They nodded and Noah started laughing.  JB frowned at him, wondering what he was about.

“Hey, what can I say?  The man knew what he wanted and put a ring on it.  A permanent one.”  Jughead smirked and Betty rolled her eyes.

“The rings were my idea,” she said sweetly.

“Jesus, you two are so made for each other,” JB said.

“So, you’re really not mad?” Betty asked.

“Nah.  I mean before that week, Jug and I hadn’t seen each other in years and had to basically start from scratch and I know with all you two have been through, I think it was perfect the way you did it.  Just make sure you tell me when the babies come,” JB said laughing.  Only Jughead noticed how Betty swallowed and he twined his fingers back with hers and pulled her real close.

“Of course we will,” He said smiling.  He leaned down and whispered in Betty’s ear.  “Can’t wait to hit that beach and get right on that.”  She flushed and leaned into him.  

“I love you,” she whispered back, feeling his comforting touch all the way in her soul.  Unable to help himself, he gave her a soft kiss.  

“Ok, ok you two,” Noah said laughing.  “Stop with the whispering and kissing, there are young kids present,” he said, winking at JB.  She stuck out her tongue at him and he hauled her onto his lap.  

“You’re my sister now, and holy shit, I’m so thrilled I could cry,” JB said and then promptly did just that.

Two nights later, while JB joined Noah at a hospital function, Betty and Jughead headed down to the beach with a blanket and a picnic.  Betty flushed when he headed to the rocks, exactly where JB had told him to go.  Clearly, he had some plans for dessert.  He was wearing only knee length shorts and she had to take a minute to get used to him in clothing that wasn’t jeans or boxers.  She had to admit, he looked sexy as hell.  Since he had started working on cars and lifting things, his arms had only gotten more defined and despite the tremendous amount of food he ate, he still had a rock solid six pack.  She suddenly had a wild urge to taste it.  He spread the blanket on the sand and she started to unbutton her dress.  

“I’m dying to get in that water,” she said as she dropped her dress in the sank.  Jughead turned to her and promptly dropped the basket.

“Jesus,” he gasped, taking in her barely there white bikini.  She smiled coyly at him and started to walk toward the water.

“You coming,” she asked over her shoulder.

“Not yet, but I will be,” he muttered to himself and took off after her.  She made it as far as the water’s edge before he reached her.  “Jellybean dressing you again?” he said, a heated look in his eye.

“Nope, this one was all my idea,” she said with a giggle.  She had gone shopping with JB the previous day and had been a little shy at the thought of a string bikini but decided she wanted to turn Jughead’s mind to mush and had picked the skimpiest one she could find.  Jellybean had only laughed and found one for herself as well.  

Betty waded out into the water and found it wonderfully refreshing.  Jughead jumped in and disappeared under the rolling waves and she hung back, too embarrassed to admit that swimming in the ocean actually scared her.  He surfaced a ways out and she called him back and he smiled and started swimming back to her.  She had walked out to waist deep and he surfaced right in front of her and she screamed in surprise.  

“Oh my god, don’t do that!” she yelled at him.  He laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist and fell back with her and she barely had time to take a breath before they went under.  They came up and she sputtered and he laughed.  “That was mean,” she pouted.  “Now my hair is all wet.”

“I like wet,” Jughead said with a sexy smile.  She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his waist.  He kissed her and she whimpered as he teased her mouth.  Biting and tugging her lip, licking at the corner, soft gentle kisses.  His mouth was so soft and warm and she tried to deepen the kiss but he kept teasing, smiling against her lips as he did.  “Did you want something?” he asked gruffly, biting again, then soothing with a sweep of his tongue.  She was panting soon, pressing close and desperately trying to kiss him fully  and he walked toward the sand.  She grabbed his face and held him still and shoved her tongue in his mouth and he groaned and stumbled and they ended up falling down into the wet sand.  He quickly used his hand to keep them from hitting too hard and then lay over her, his mouth finally taking full possession of hers.  The water rushed around them, shallow enough to not be a problem and she clutched his hair, straining against him.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark and filled with desire and his eyes wandered down and he groaned again. “What exactly was the purpose of this bikini?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.  She glanced down and saw it was completely see through and she giggled.

“Oops, I guess I didn’t think that through,” she admitted, her eyes heated and seductive.  Jughead lowered his head, his mouth fastening over her nipple through her bikini top and bit lightly at it.  He groaned when it puckered and strained against the material.  His fingers entwined with hers, pressing into the watery sand and she arched up against his mouth, wanting more.  He tugged down the material and took her in his mouth, sucking eagerly and she pressed her aching center against his rock hard erection.

“Oh my God, Juggie, are we going to fuck in the water?” she gasped, needing him desperately.

“I’m thinking about it,” he said with a low sexy laugh.  He raised his head and looked at him.  “But if I’m going to be honest, what I have planned will take some time and I want you screaming and moaning without getting sand and salt water in places,” he admitted.

“Oh Christ,” she muttered, her whole body starting to hum at the thought.  Jughead stood and helped her up, and they walked over to the blanket.  He flopped down on it and grabbed some of the berries from the basket and popped one in his mouth.  She sat down and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ok, I’m sitting here soaking wet and let me tell you, I don’t mean from the water and you’re going to sit here eating?”  Betty huffed.  “There are more fun things you can eat,” she murmured, leaning over him and kissing him.  She tasted the berry on his tongue and he moaned into her mouth.

“I figured we’d eat and build up our strength,” he said smiling.  Betty moved the basket aside and climbed on top of him, kissing her way across his chest.  She trailed her tongue over his skin, down the length of the sword tattoo and she stopped when she got to the head of the serpent.  Noah had been right, it had healed nicely and just looked like the snake had scars.  She sat up and traced it with her fingers.

“You know, Cutter would probably be disappointed if he knew that he only made your tattoo look more dangerous and hot.”  Jughead laughed and ran his hands over her thighs that rested on either side of him.  His eyes darkened as they ran over her, perched on top of him.  The bikini was pointless and at the same time, so fucking hot as basically everything showed through due to the wetness, but still being a barrier as if to keep him away, he just wanted to rip the thing off her and lick her everywhere.  She saw the need in his eyes and moved teasingly against him.  

Betty leaned down and kissed him again.  Stroking her tongue over his lips, dipping inside his mouth and she took his hands and held them up over his head, just like he always did to her.  She grinned down at him and nipped his chin.

“You’re not allowed to move these,” she said teasingly, becoming the aggressor and he could only nod.  “I mean it Juggie, if you touch me with them, we’re packing up and going back to the house,” she said firmly, but her eyes filled with mirth.  His look suggested she was insane for even threatening that, because he most certainly was going to touch her before they went back to the house.  She leaned down and kissed her way down his body.  She stopped at his scars and soothed them with kisses and licks of her tongue.  His muscles clenched and trembled as she moved lower.  Sitting up, she smiled at him and tugged on his shorts.  He looked at her through hooded eyes, his breathing shallow.

“There’s another snake I’d like to kiss and lick,” she said with a smile.

“Dirty girl,” he said and then groaned when her hand wrapped around him.  She moved it slowly, holding his gaze and he shuddered, not daring to look away.  She leaned down, still watching him and ran her tongue over the tip and he moved his hand, about to reach for her hair and she sat up and raised an eyebrow.

“Jesus,” he muttered, putting it back where it was.  “I was supposed to be tormenting you,” he said with an impatient glare.  She laughed and leaned back down.  Jughead about lost his mind.  She dragged her tongue from base to tip and then took him deep in her mouth and he moved his hips in reflex.  She used her hand, moving it with her mouth over him and worked him into a frenzy.

“Betty,” he gasped, no longer caring about her rules.  He grasped her head and moved against her.  “I’m….I can’t….” Jughead groaned and then gasped when she quickly pulled away, leaving him hanging seconds from release.  “Fuck!” he grunted and she wrapped her hand around him, squeezing.

“Don’t come,” she ordered and he had to summon every ounce of will power he had to hold it back.  She looked at him in triumph and he swore again, swallowing hard.  She leaned back down and he stopped her.  She looked at him questioningly.

“I don’t want to waste that, our baby could be in that load,” he said, his eyes teasing but serious.  

“You have more,” she said biting her lip.  “I want to taste you.”  He growled again as she lowered her head and took him deep, sucking hard and he couldn’t hold it anymore, no matter how he tried and he shook as she pulled his release from him.  Jughead lay, breathing harshly, wondering how on earth he was the one laying there gasping for breath and she was sitting over him, grinning in victory.  

She reached over and grabbed a berry and popped it in her mouth.  “We can eat now,” she said with a giggle.  He raised an eyebrow and moved suddenly and she found herself flat on her back, with him leaning over her.  

“Oh, I’m going to eat alright,” he growled.  She shivered at the hungry look in his eyes and he took her mouth in a desperate kiss.  His tongue curled around hers and he kissed her until she could barely breathe.  When he let go she was gasping and his mouth moved down her neck, sucking at the skin where her pulse fluttered crazily.  His hand came up and stroked over her breast, pinching lightly at the nipple through the material and then slipped under it.  He squeezed her, groaning against her skin at the feel of her soft, smooth curve.  Jughead moved his hand to the string between her breasts and untied the top, letting it fall to the side.  He paused for a moment and just looked at her.  Her chest heaving, her rosy nipples straining for him.  He lowered his mouth and touched his tongue lightly to one and she whimpered, lifting her back.  He ignored her and moved down, dragging his tongue along the crease where her breast joined her torso, leaving gentle bites in his way.  He traced the feather with his tongue and she squirmed, trying to tug his mouth up.

“Shall I order you not to touch me?” he asked teasingly, lifting his head to look at her.  She shook her head, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“That was fucking mean and I’m very sorry,” she groaned when his tongue raked over her nipple.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed, raking it again.  He finally took it in his mouth and she bucked against him.  He spent long moments driving her completely crazy until she was pulling on his hair before he slowly kissed his way down.  He grinned up at her as he tugged on the string of her bikini bottom and pulled it off.  His hand moved up the inside of her thigh, pushing it aside.  His mouth found the canary and he bit it lightly, then sucked on it while his hand pushed her other thigh wide.  He leaned up and kneeled between her legs, looking down at her.  She was glistening and aching for him.  Jughead caught her gaze and reached his fingers to touch her gently and she moaned, her hips lifting to him.  She held his gaze, taking deep shuddering breaths.

“Please Juggie,” she moaned as his fingers teased her, stroking lightly and pulling back.  He watched her face as he slid a finger inside her, then another.  Her head fell back as she arched, her eyes closing, a moan leaving her lips.  He looked down, watching as his fingers moved in and out of her, his thumb finding her swollen nub.  He leaned down and flicked over her, groaning at the wet heat that covered his tongue.  

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, his mouth latching over her, sucking at her clit.  Betty let out a yell and bucked up against him.  Her fingers tangled in his hair as he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, pressing high inside her.  

“Fuck, Juggie,” she gasped.  He pushed her thighs further apart and his tongue moved between pressing inside her and swirling up and around her clit.  She was sobbing as he brought her to the edge again and again, only to pull back and bite her thigh, not letting her find release.  “Please!” she cried out, her whole body shaking.  Jughead thrust his fingers inside her, curling, pressing hard and his mouth latched over her clit and he sucked and she splintered apart, her thighs clenching his head.  Jughead pushed them apart again and his mouth didn’t stop.  His fingers moved quickly inside her, his mouth and tongue moving and swirling over her and her second orgasm quickly chased the first and he growled when she clenched again, her cries echoing around him.  

Betty lay shuddering and was barely aware when his hands grabbed her waist and moved her until she was on her stomach.  She whimpered, barely able to breathe when his mouth found her lower back, his tongue licking up the length of her spine.  His hand moved between her legs again and she grasped the blanket and moaned when she felt him touch her again.  She was so sensitive, she could barely stand it and tried to pull away.  Jughead’s mouth sucked at the side of her neck as he leaned over her, she felt him probe at her and she moved against him.  He eased into her and his hands lifted her hips, pulling her back against him.  

Jughead moved in her slowly, leaning back to watch himself disappear inside her and he shuddered at the site.  She pushed back against him and he moved his hand around her front to touch her and was surprised to find her own hand there, moving over her folds.  He joined his fingers with hers for a minute and then pulled her hand away when he felt her start to tighten.  He stopped moving and leaned over her.

“Don’t come Betty,” he ordered, and she let out a ragged moan, her breathing heavy and gasping.

“Please, Juggie,” she begged, fighting his hand as he pulled it away.

“No,” he growled in her ear and she sank into the blanket, her frustration coming out in erotic moans.  He put his own fingers over her clit and started moving again, slowly, pulling all the way out and then sinking back in.  He felt her start to tighten again and stopped.

“Fuck, Jughead!” she yelled.

“I am,” he breathed in her ear.  He moved faster then, thrusting into her until she was moaning and gasping once again and he pulled out and flipped her over.  She was glaring at him, her face flushed, her skin sweaty.  “I want to watch your face when you come,” he said heatedly and sank slowly inside her.  Betty wrapped her legs around him, lifting wildly to him.  He braced on his hands and slammed into her, again and again, his mouth moving down and sucking at her nipples.  

“Don’t come yet,” he gasped against her when he felt her body tighten.  

Betty tried to hold it back and only succeeded in making it more intense.  She felt the heat start to uncoil inside her, her whole body going tense.  It seemed to start at her toes and slowly move up her body and she felt completely overwhelmed and pulled back a little.  Jughead lifted his head and looked at her, seeing the hesitation and bewilderment on her face.

“Juggie,” she gasped, clawing at him.  “I can’t…it’s too much….” She cried out, pulling away and pushing against him almost simultaneously.  

“I’ve got you,” he said reassuringly and she shook her head, her eyes filling with tears.  Jughead eased his movement slightly and gently touched his fingers to her.  “It’s ok love, let go, I’ll catch you….I promise I’ve got you,” he whispered against her mouth.  He flicked his finger over her and Betty shattered, clamping down on him like a vice and he groaned loudly, holding still while she pulled on him.

“Fucking hell,” He gasped, having never felt her clench so hard.  She was sobbing and clinging to him and he moved quickly, she was still fluttering around him and he needed only a few thrusts and he came as well, emptying himself deep inside her.  He tried to catch his breath, groaning against her neck as he collapsed on her.  After a while he noticed she was crying and slowly pulled back.  He looked down at her, his face worried.

“Are you ok?” he asked gently, touching her face.  She nodded and hiccupped, unable to speak.

“That was really….”she managed after a while and shuddered.  “It was so intense, it scared me a little,” she admitted.  “I can’t think when you touch me, I felt like I was flying and falling at the same time.  I guess I’ve never felt quite so vulnerable and it felt so amazing, I literally was completely out of my mind.”

“I’ll always take care of you, don’t ever be afraid of what you feel with me,” he said, his face anxious.

“I was a little, but then you promised you would catch me and I knew in that moment I was completely safe with you and I always would be.”  Jughead kissed her, a slow, love filled kiss and then he rolled to the side, pulling her against him.  They lay quiet for a while and then she spoke.

“I think my vagina is dislocated,” she muttered.  Jughead started to laugh.  He couldn’t stop until there were tears in his eyes.  

“I can always count on you to say something completely ridiculous,” he gasped out after a while.

“Well, something is, because I’m pretty sure I can’t walk anymore,” she muttered.  He laughed again and she joined him soon after.  It was a most delightful way to end a round of unbelievable pleasure.


It was May and the snow was gone and the weather was warm, but Betty felt chilled and cold as she sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office with Jughead.  He was holding her hand, stroking her fingers, trying to reassure her.  They were finally called in and they walked into the doctor’s office and sat down across from him.

“Hello,” he said with a smile, opening the file in front of him.  Betty gave him a small smile and Jughead nodded, his worried eyes on his wife.  He hated seeing her so sad and didn’t know what to do for her anymore.

“So, what’s the verdict,” Betty asked, her voice sounding shaky in her ears.

“Well, I’ve gone over all the tests and ultrasound pictures and based on what you’ve told me about your history of missing periods and that being the reason you were on the pill all those years, it’s pretty obvious that you aren’t ovulating regularly,” the doctor said.  “Your ovaries and pituitary glands are not communicating properly and therefore, you have very irregular ovulation.  Sometimes not ovulating at all.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Betty asked quietly.

“There is a medication we can start you on, it can kickstart your body into ovulating properly.  Sometimes it works quickly and sometimes the wait can be quite long.  I can’t give you a time limit, all we can do is start you on it and hope for the best.”  

“So, I can still get pregnant?” she asked.

“Yes, there is still a pretty good chance.  I can’t give you any absolutes, but we don’t need to give up hope,” the doctor said smiling.  Betty nodded and the doctor left to give them some time.  She lowered her face in her hands and started to cry.  Jughead quickly pulled her close, cradling her head in his hand.

“It’s ok sweetheart, it will happen, please don’t cry,” he pleaded, hugging her to him.  She nodded but kept on crying.  He lifted her face and kissed her tears.  “Hey, he said there was a pretty good chance, so those are good odds.”

“What if it doesn’t work, Juggie,” she said, sniffing and trying to gain control of herself.

“Well, then we’ll adopt.  I’m pretty sure half the kids in our town need better parents,” he said with a smile.  Betty smiled through her tears.

“I really want to have your baby, Juggie.  So bad I can’t even breathe sometimes when I think of little boys running around who look just like their daddy,” Jughead got misty eyed as the image went through his head.

“And little girls that look like their mommy,” he murmured.  Betty nodded, fresh tears coming to her eyes.  “Well, how about we go home and have so much sex that your body will have no choice but to make a baby,” he said with a chuckle.  She laughed and sank back into his chest and he let out a long breath and held her close.  After a while the doctor came in with the prescription for her new meds and they were on their way.  

He held her hand as they drove the hour back from the city.  When he turned to look at her, he saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes and he smiled.  It was a start.

anonymous asked:

you literally made me out to be a villain when all I did was ask a simple request.

That one message about feeling like a villain was meant for the followers btw you obviously saw i wasn’t being shady.

Sorry about that.. Sometimes people jump to our defense, which I appreciate, but I’m sorry the context was misinterpreted. :/ Please forgive me and them. Sometimes it’s just harder to understand what people are saying online but even more so how they’re saying it. Glad you and I understood where the other was coming from though. That’s what matters. Thank you for being understanding, hope you have a nice week~

Anonymous said: (based off that anon) maybe instead of posting 1 pic every time, make it a photoset instead? like put maybe make a photo set of 2 to 4 pics of each fansite together, instead of posting all the pics seperatly, if you know what i mean??

We do photosets, but we have certain design rules we try to follow based off our personal preference. So sometimes we post photos individually/together for a reason. And honestly I do filter out photos when they’re blurry or when there are tons of photos from the same angle. Some fansites really just hold down the shutter button sometimes, haha. Hope you can understand~

Anonymous said: We (this blog’s followers) need to organize some sort of “allforbts” day or smth, you guys need a lot of loving for all the work you do. Like 9001/10 appreciation levels bc y'all are the best

I laugh-cried at this. Thanks so much for being so sweet, we seriously adore you. These funny, sweet, unexpected messages make days a little more bearable. ♡ 

@thatswhatiam98 said: On this thread of love, can I say how much I’m thankful of this blog? It’s one of the first things I check out in the morning and it makes my day so much better, so thank you for all your hard work 🌼

It’s one of the first things I check in the morning, too~ Also, we’re just as thankful for all of you. I know I say it a lot but I really do mean it. I come here to avoid the horrifying realities of life and it’s really wonderful to come online to a really great community of people~ Have a nice week (you, and whoever else may be reading this). ♡

Anonymous said: Hii~ I just started again school this week ㅠㅠ I just wanted to thank the members of this blog for taking up ur own time to post pics for armys. Like thank u so so so so so much. I could come home from school n scroll through an eternity of magical pics. <3 thxxx again

Glad we can help wind down your school day with pics and vids of BTS~ This message came right as I was about to hit post, but I’m glad I didn’t. Thank you for being so sweet! Hope your school year goes well. ♡
- Kristi