Y’all but seriously? I get large age gaps isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, hell I’m not even forcing you to ship it at all, but stop calling it a bloody ‘power imbalance’ because it’s not the same bloody thing
Sometimes when we get so mesmerized by the people we get into relationships with, especially ones that don’t deserve us, we forget ourselves so easily and are so fixed on doing everything possible not to let them leave. We forget to choose ourselves. To put ourselves first. We make ourselves home to other people, tending to their every need and want, forgetting that we too, are deserving of love. That we too are important, that we too are worthy of a love that fights for us, that chooses us. We are our own homes. Therefore we should remember that every time someone makes us feel unwanted. We should remember that we still need light, warmth, and better better company & covering.
EXCLUSIVE: Inside source reveals L-corp executive Lena Luthors scandalous entanglement in business and pleasure with up-and-coming college soccer star
By: Kim Spencer. CatCo Magazine
Lena Luthor has been an item in many media outlets for some time now. She’s already done remarkable things in her position as first-line executive in her family company L-corp at the ripe age of 25. Fresh out of business school and plum-faced, her division launched a successful eco-friendly bio-fuel for commercial airlines that propelled the company to a top ten position in the stock market.
But Luthors adventures don’t stop with just business. Since november last year, numerous speculations have surfaced concerning her relationship with a very special college soccer star: Kara Danvers. Luthor herself has declined an interview, but an inside source reveals all you need to know about this gal pal entanglement. Spoiler alert: it’s a little bit messy, and all kinds of juicy.
The story seems to begin during kick-off for college soccer season in 2016. Kara Danvers was a young and promising box-to-box midfielder for Stanford college, playing in first division, and in the spotlight from media and scouts for professional teams like. There were rumors about calls from both Bayern-München and Toronto FC. Renowned international clubs wanted Kara Danvers on their team.
Then it happened. Danvers tore her ACL. The dramatic injury occurred during a forceful tackle in the second period of her first match in the season. Even though her team wins, Kara Danvers stands to lose everything.
ACL tears are one of the most common injury in soccer players
An ACL tear is a tear in the ligament of the knee
The severity of the injury greatly varies, and some recover after a short break and physical therapy
Danvers’ tear was severe, and she needed surgery to ever dream of returning to the field.
SoccerDaily.co claims her entire career is on the line. she risks losing her scholarship, and in turn her college education. “Surgery can fix her knee, but the window into professional leagues is small, and she’ll be on the bench for a long time.”
Although this article isn’t backed by a source, it’s plausible to believe. Danvers is from a small town called Midvale. She was raised by a single mother, and her older sister Alex Danvers is on the rocks with several drug convictions over her head. The young protegee has always been avoidant of the press, but during this time she full-out disappears. Some believe she’s already left Stanford and is living life back in Midvale. Stanford college refuses to comment on the situation.
We can only imagine how difficult such a time is for a young journalism student. In a rare interview after her team won the league last year, she proclaimed with excitement that her dream was to play for the national team in the 2020 olympics. Now she may never play professionally.
But then a white knight sweeps in. L-corp suddenly awards Kara Danvers with a full scholarship, even though they had previously filled all their spots for “Influential young voices”. L-corp denies any correlation between the scholarship and the injury, stating that “Danvers application had been lost by an intern, but was too strong to pass up. We see a good investment in Kara Danvers.” This could be a plausible explanation, save for the fact that Danvers already had a soccer scholarship paid in full, and the fact that Danvers’ cousin and reporter Clark Kent is a well known friend of L-corp CEO Lex Luthor.
Here’s the juicy part you’ve all been waiting for: During summer break Kara Danvers was spotted on a private beach with Lena Luthor herself. At the time, it was attributed to Danvers’ cousin and his involvement with the Luthors, but upon further investigation it doesn’t seem like he was present at all. In fact, the day after this photo surfaces Clark Kent released a political think peace as a corresponder in Brüssel concerning Brexit for The Daily Planet.
The scholarship seems to be the rescue. Stanford releases a much awaited press statement concerning Kara Danvers, informing the world that her spot will be waiting for her when she is ready. Coach for Toronto FC tweets: “The best players of all times are the ones who didn’t give up.” And: “Good luck with your recovery @Kara_Danvers, and don’t mind the speculating press.”
Lena Luthor is spotted one wednesday in december wearing a Stanford soccer sweater at a store downtown, picking up ice-cream, eggs, toilet paper and protein powder. Photo: James Olson. Our inside source, who wishes to remain anonymous reveals Luthor has never cared for sports, much less college soccer.
Our source has also seen Kara Danvers in the L-corp office “more times than she can count. The higher-ups says it’s always because of Clark Kent, or L-corps business investment in her journalism career. But we all know better. They’re dating of course!”
We can’t say for certain. In an e-mail Kara Danvers’ agent discloses that “[she] will happily talk about her football career with serious press, but will not have her personal life scrutinized and on display in a [redacted] tabloid magazine.” There have been numerous sightings of the two throughout the city, seemingly just enjoying each others company.
Kara Danvers played her first match after her recovery yesterday, the closing match for the season. And for some reason Lena ‘doesn’t care about sports’ Luthor was seated right in the VIP lounge. Makes you wonder.
If the two stars, one corporate and one soccer, are involved in an intense lip-lock, it sure is scandalous, and a serious conflict of interest. Some eyebrows will be raised. But we guess love conquers all.
First released in 1896, the mutoscope was a cheaper version of an individual motion picture viewer. Using a circular flip book rather than the more expensive and fragile celluloid, it undercut Edison’s kinetoscope in the arcade business. Although no longer manufactured, they were an arcade staple until recently. Some arcades, particularly nostalgia-themed ones, still have them.
The Mutoscope Company was co-founded by William K. L. Dickson, Edison’s chief film developer and inventor of the kinetograph and kinetoscope. After leaving Edison in 1895, he then became Edison’s main domestic competitor.
During Operation “Bushmaster”, a member of Company “L” (Ranger), 75th
Infantry, wearing camouflage makeup sits alone with his thoughts while
waiting to participate in an assault mission against North Vietnamese
Army forces in Vietnam in August of 1971. Photo by SP4 John L. Hennesey, 221st Sig Co.
Request: ‘Time Waster 4 was soooo good!! can I request a Jughead x reader where she also has to look after herself and had a tough job and Jughead does everything to get her out of it?’ - @nooneshoney
Alright so I tried to stick to the idea, I really did. But I kinda switched it up, hope you don’t mind. :)
Fear. It is something that has always been around. It tends to curl up inside of you, bothering you until it consumes your thoughts and is the only thing you think of as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep.
(Y/N) (L/N) had plenty of fears. She had a fear of heights (’they’re dangerous!’ she’d always claim), she had a fear of spiders (’anything with more then 6 legs shouldn’t exist!’), and she even had a fear of losing all her friends.
But the thing that she feared most of all, was failure.
Growing up, (Y/N)’s parents would always tell her that she was meant for greatness. Or at least, she was up until the day her parents’ marriage started falling apart. All she remembered was a fight, a slap, and her mother leaving and vowing to never come back.
Left alone, her dad turned to alcohol and all of a sudden, the wealthy (L/N) family fell from grace. The (L/N)’s company was under (Y/N)’s mom’s name and apart from a monthly check for $500, they hadn’t heard from her since.
Having grown up wealthy, the split left (Y/N) very shaken. She no longer had everything handed to her on a silver platter, a full ride to an Ivy League university no longer guaranteed. Money was short, the check only barely covering the rent on the small apartment that (Y/N) and her father had moved into.
Her life was falling apart.
Six months after the split, one of (Y/N)’s worst fears came true: she was failing her precalculus class (A/N: idk if that is the usual math for sophomore year but that’s what I took). The pressure was getting to her.
Seeing as the monthly check was only paying the rent, (Y/N) had decided to take up an after school job at a small business in the south side of Riverdale. It was a hectic schedule and she was struggling a lot more than she’d like to admit, but she couldn’t let any of her friends find out about her situation. She didn’t want their pity.
It was a Monday morning when another one of her fears came true: she was losing her friends. It had started when she walked into the school only to find Jughead and Betty waiting for her by her locker.
“Hey guys. What’s up?” she had asked, squeezing in between them to get to her locker.
“We were wondering if…” Betty trailed off, nudging Jughead.
“…if you wanted to join the Blue & Gold,” Jughead finished, shooting Betty an annoyed look and stepping away from her.
“Sorry guys,” (Y/N) had smoothly replied. “I’m pretty busy after school these days.”
“Doing what?” Jughead had questioned. “You quit the River Vixens and last time I checked, you don’t have any other extracurriculars.”
(Y/N) froze slightly before composing herself and turning around. Jughead noticed her weird behavior.
“Yeah I have some extra credit work to do,” she smiled. “It’s gonna take me a while. Sorry.”
Betty leaned into Jughead as (Y/N) walked away. “Something’s up with her.”
Jughead nodded in agreement.
The rest of the week passed without incident and neither Betty nor Jughead asked (Y/N) about her weird behavior. Friday however, was a different story.
“Hey (Y/N),” Veronica said as she approached the (H/C) girl.
“Hey Ronnie!” she had smiled back.
“So it’s movie night tonight and it’s your turn to bring Pop’s,” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows.
(Y/N)’s smile faltered. “Oh Ronnie, I can’t go today.”
Archie, who had come up behind (Y/N) to surprise her, stopped in surprise.
“What?” he asked in disbelief. “(Y/N/N), you’ve never missed a movie night.”
The girl looked down at her shoes before shrugging, “Something came up Arch. I’m sorry.”
Veronica and Archie stood together as (Y/N) walked away. As she turned the corner, they were joined by Betty and Jughead.
“So what’s up with her?” Veronica asked, trying not to sound too concerned.
“You guys noticed it too?” replied Betty.
“How could we not?” exclaimed Archie. “She’s never acted this way before. I mean, missing out on movie night?”
“We have to find out what’s wrong,” Veronica said.
The three friends grew silent at Veronica’s words, thinking of a plan. All at once, they turned to Jughead, who was distractedly staring down the hallway where (Y/N) had disappeared from.
Feeling their stares, Jughead turned slowly.
“Oh no. I am not getting involved in your little plan.”
Betty, Veronica, and Archie all smiled at each other.
The smell of alcohol reached (Y/N)’s nostrils before she even opened the door to the apartment, only getting stronger when she managed to unlock it. She quietly made her way to her room, not wanting to wake up her father who was sleeping on the couch (he had quite the temper), and quickly changed into her work uniform.
“Where do you think you’re goin’?” the slurring made her father’s speech nearly unintelligible and (Y/N) felt her blood run cold at the sound of it.
“Work,” she muttered, turning around.
Her father stood before her, bottle of his favorite drink in hand. He leaned heavily against the wall and it didn’t take a genius to see that he was heavily inebriated.
“Why? You should be doing homework, not wasting time like the failure you are,” he stumbled forwards with every word, approaching her as though he was a lion and she, his prey.
(Y/N) felt the tears stinging her eyes but willed herself not to cry. “I have to go dad.”
She made her way out the door only to be stopped by a loud sound next to her. He had thrown his bottle at her. Flinching, she grabbed her bag and ran, ignoring the drunken slurs her father called out after her.
“Oh dear, what happened to you?” Gladys, (Y/N)’s boss, asked as she walked into work.
Chuckling, (Y/N) answered, “I work in the south side Gladys. Shit happens.”
Gladys flinched at her use of profanity but laughed lightly. “You really should be more careful (Y/N).”
(Y/N) swallowed heavily before looking away, feeling guilty for lying to someone as amazing as Gladys. Gladys gently ran her hand over (Y/N)’s collarbone, which was now marked with a bright, angry cut, courtesy of her father’s liquor bottle.
“What happened?” Gladys asked once more.
Maybe it was the stress of it all. Or the feeling of not being perfect anymore. Or maybe it was just the fact that Gladys was so damn kind that (Y/N) found her tears falling, sobbing when Gladys gathered her up in her arms. Gladys was the only one who knew about her situation. The only one who didn’t judge. They stayed like that for a while, pulling apart when they heard the bell jingle, indicating that someone has just walked in.
“C’mon he’s giving you another chance dad,” a boy’s voice called out.
“Gladys!” another voice called out.
“Dad just listen-”
“No! He fired me. I’m not going to crawl back to him- Oh hey Gladys.”
The bickering pair quieted down when Gladys and (Y/N) stepped into their view.
“FP! What brings you here?” Gladys asked, smile on her face.
(Y/N) stayed behind the counter. ‘FP? As in Jones? What’s he doing here?’ she thought to herself. He hadn’t come around in a long time. She surreptitiously glanced at his companion, gasping when she recognized Jughead. Quickly, ducking under the counter, she racked her brain for an excuse to leave early.
She could faintly hear FP and Gladys’s conversation, but she could clearly hear the footsteps wandering around the shop. She felt her eyes widen almost comically when Gladys called out for her.
“(Y/N/N) dear! I need your help!”
There was no avoiding this. Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) carefully got up and made her way over to Gladys.
“Hey (Y/N/N),” FP grinned as he saw her. “Glad to see you’re still around.”
“Hey FP,” she replied.
“Oh (Y/N),” Gladys said. “FP finally brought his boy around. He’s your age.”
(Y/N) felt her stomach twist as FP called Jughead over. All her hard work was going to be lost in a matter of seconds.
“Hey Jug!” FP said loudly. “I wasn’t you to meet on of the best workers I’ve ever met.”
Jughead looked uninterested as he hummed, looking around the shop with curiosity.
“This,” FP continued, “Is little miss-”
“(Y/N)?” Jughead interrupted as his eyes landed on you. FP and Gladys looked at both of them in shock.
“Hey Jughead,” she weakly replied.
“So she was working in south side?” Betty asked skeptically. Jughead nodded.
“That’s nuts. Why would she be working there of all places?” Archie questioned.
Jughead breathed in deeply before looking around to see if anyone was close enough to overhear. “So apparently…”
Jughead told them everything. The way she had looked at him (like a deer caught in headlights), the cut on her collarbone (concerning everyone), her quick getaway (with tears running down her face), and most of all, all the information he got from Gladys (’Of course I’ll tell you. Maybe her friends can help her.’).
“Well Jug,” Archie said, breaking the silence. “Looks like you did go through with our plan after all.”
They all glared at Archie.
(Y/N) was having a good day. She hadn’t gone to school and he father was out doing god-knows-what. She had the apartment to herself. Or at least she did, until she heard a knock on the door.
Jughead felt horrible. What kind of friends had they all been? Not once had they noticed (Y/N)’s struggles, they were always too absorbed in their own problems. They all felt guilty but Jughead felt that he should be the one to talk to her, since he had found out first. Nervously, he breathed in and knocked on her apartment door.
It swung open to reveal a disheveled (Y/N), still in shorts and tank, with a messily placed Band-Aid upon her collarbone.
She glanced at him and proceeded to shut the door, only for Jughead to stop it with his foot and push his way inside. They stood face-to-face for a few minutes, studying each other cautiously.
“C’mon,” Jughead broke the silence, brushing his fingertips along her injury. “lets go get this cleaned up.”
(Y/N) sat nervously on her bed, trying to stay still as Jughead cleaned up her injury.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” he whispered. She looked away.
“You guys have so much to worry about with Jason’s murder and Archie’s things and Veronica’s dad-” she was cut off.
“But that’s not nearly as important as this,” Jughead continued. “You should’ve told us. We could’ve helped.”
“How?” (Y/N) asked. “You already live with Archie. Veronica and her mom are housing Polly and frankly, I don’t think the Coopers like me very much.”
Jughead stayed quiet, carefully applying a new Band-Aid after making sure that the cut wasn’t infected.
“You should’ve told us (Y/N/N),” he finally said.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” she waved off his words. “We had more important things to deal with Jug.”
Jughead felt his heart break at her words. “No we didn’t (Y/N). You are important. We care about you. You should’ve at least let us know.”
‘You are important.’ Jughead’s words replayed in (Y/N)’s head, bringing tears to her eyes. Jughead gathered her in his arms as she began crying softly.
“Thank you Jughead,” she whispered. “For everything.”
Jughead found himself admiring her strength. “Don’t keep things from us anymore. Please.”
She nodded. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Jughead noticed (Y/N) had fallen asleep.
“Good night,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her head as he made sure she was comfortable in his arms.
When Archie, Betty, and Veronica arrived a few hours later, they were pleasantly surprised to see Jughead lying on (Y/N)’s bed, asleep, with the (H/C) girl curled up in his arms. Quickly snapping a few pictures (because ‘ohmygod how cute are they’) they decided to let them rest, setting up camp in the living room and waiting for them to wake up, vowing to never let any of their friends go through hard times alone ever again.
Yeaaaa, I didn’t know how to end this and it’s more of a core four x reader than just Juggie. I’M SORRY!
I hope it’s alright and that it met your expectations.
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