I've noticed something, Lucifer's gauges were glowing purple instead of their normal color red/orange. why?
I’ve probably been asked this question 50 times since the update lol I was going to just let people infer but it might come up again before SaM ends so I’ll address it now.
His horns shift from yellow and red depending on his mood; yellows are happier emotions, reds are more negative emotions. Red wasn’t sufficient enough to gauge how negative he was feeling so for the first time since he’s had horns it bled to a purple. Purple is despair.
- Jason and Kim demanding that the group takes a picture at the castle
-Billy beating the fastpass system, so the group doesn’t wait in line for a single ride.
-They ride star tours five times….
-Trini running around with a Chewbacca backpack all day.
- Zack and Kim starting a lightsaber battle in tomorrowland and attracting a huge crowd
-Buddy system Trini and Kim, then Billy Jason and Zack
- All of them getting Mickey Ears in their respective ranger color
-Trini being the only one soaking wet after going on splash mountain…. They made her sit in the front.
-They get stuck on Pirates of the Caribbean. Zack gets five boats to sing pirates life for me.
- The group loses Billy and they start panicking until they notice a small crowd. Billy noticed a mama duck and her ducklings crossing from pond to pond and decided to help them cross.
- Billy having a rare collection of trader pins. Everyone wanting to trade with him until Jason shoos them off
-Trini kisses kim in their space mountain picture
-Zack passed out in the space mountain picture…. they were in Disneyland med for a half hour before they could go back into the park again
-Billy later buys the picture and has it framed above his bed.
- They ride the toy story ride, its turns into world war 3 inside. Jason talked the biggest game and ended up losing the worst with kim coming out on top. She claims she won in the name of feminism
- They go on the ferris wheel. Trini has a panic attack when they get to the top. The whole group reassures her its almost over. They all forget it goes around twice. She comes off the ride crying and clinging to Kim.
-They ride the little mermaid twice to calm her down.
-They make the mistake of taking her on tower of terror right after
-“Trini that’s the closest to being on top as you’ll ever be” “shove it kim, im not kissing you for a week”
- They make it a point to see the electric parade, They notice a group of kids behind them can’t see. They all have a kid on their shoulders afterwards.
-When the fireworks show starts Zack tears up. “Its just so beautiful”
-They notice afterwards Trini was crying too. “The person narrating the firework show was Julie Andrews….. DO YOU KNOW HOW SPECIAL SHE IS?!?!”
-They walk out of the park singing every Disney song the can think of. All of them singing a different song
-Billy falls asleep on Jason During the tram ride back
Aries: New years midnight. Fireworks go off and music plays. Everyone is kissing and drinking champagne. Pulling your coat tighter to you and bracing the cold. Eyes glitter and hands shiver
Taurus: Arizona, dry and barren. Sitting atop a cliff and watching an orange drenched sky set over a green and beige land. Standing up and screaming in an empty void. No one hears you but you feel good
Gemini: A birthday party at an amusement park. The anticipation you feel while waiting in line to ride the biggest ride at the park. Eating churros and birthday cake ice cream till you throw up
Cancer: Late night movies and pizza. Building blanket forts and crawling under with pillows and food. Cuddling and burrowing your face in the nape of your s/o neck. Staying up and talking and laughing long after the movie ends
Leo: The feeling of the ocean on a hot summer day. Picnic-ing on the hot sand surrounded by friends. Walking along the beach at sunset. Singing iconic songs around a fire and staying up way past midnight
Virgo: Walking the streets of a rainy city. Taking cover under a tarp. The warm you feel when you walk into an aesthetic coffee shop. The sip of coffee. Curling up on the couch and reading a good book
Libra: Hiking in the woods. Deep breaths you take to push yourself forward. Motivating others to keep going. Hearing the sound of the waterfall in the distance. Crisp water. The cool wind against your neck when you reach the top
Scorpio: The neon lights of Vegas. The electricity in your blood from the excitement of the city and its’ people. Stuffing yourself at an over priced buffet. Viewing the city from a skyscraper. Hearing muffled honking and screams from below
Sagittarius: Keeping a journal in your bag. Crossing off things from your bucket list. Bungee jumping in a foreign country. Trying new foods and cringing at the smell of it. Starting over. Creating a new persona in a new place
Capricorn: Art museums. Interpreting a piece from your point of view. Driving home in wonder. Being inspired to create your own art. Splashing red on a white canvas and calling it “abstract art”. Dreaming of being a millionaire
Aquarius: Making eye contact with someone from across the room and not looking away. Looking down at the ground and blushing. Time stopping. There’s only the two of you, everything goes dark. Your future flashing before you
Pisces: Pointing to a random place on a map and traveling there. Taking so many pictures that your camera becomes a part of you. Wearing aesthetic clothes. Looking at little cakes in a cute cafe. Eating ice cream by the pier
Hi, for the prompts, can you please write - "54. He thinks he’s a mind reader.". Thank you!
I did a thing, kind of mostly a crack!fic. I’m sorry for the wait hun, life got crazy. Here’s #54: “He thinks he a mind reader.”
“You need to relax Der-Bear.”
Derek glared at his older sister, debating if smacking the cotton candy out of her hand was worth the backlash. It wasn’t.
“I am relaxed,” Derek said, barely weaving around another person in the crowd.
“Are you kidding me? Your shoulders are up to your ears and I can hear you gritting your bunny teeth,” Laura sighed, plopping another glob of cotton candy in her mouth, “this is supposed to be relaxing. Fun.”
“Yes, my idea of fun is walking around a circus slash amusement park all day,” he huffed.
His sister rolled her eyes, looking forward to watch where she was going. Derek didn’t like this at all. The crowd, the sounds, the smells…oh God the smell was terrible. For a werewolf this was sensory overload and he had no idea how Laura was handling herself this well. About four kids have already rushed ahead of him and stepped on his toes in the process, this dumb group of teens shoved them and cut them in line for a ride Laura insisted on riding, and it’s been well over six hours.
Laura is lucky he loves her or else he would’ve left the moment they pulled up here.
“Hey! We should try it,” Laura said suddenly, pointing to a tented booth.
Derek followed her gaze to the blue and orange striped tent –what a horrible color combination– with a bright neon sign flashing “The Good, The Bad, and The Psychic”. He couldn’t help the unamused growl that left his throat, eyes hurting by how hard he rolled them.
“A mind reader? Really Laura?” He asked.
She glared at him, “come on Derek. Live a little, plus it’s going to be bullshit anyways, just for fun.”
He opened his mouth to protest but her face was pleading at this point…and dammit he was so weak with her, “fine. Fine…let’s go waste some money.”
His sister made a happy sound only to grab him by the arm and pull him over to the tent. Inside smelled faintly of incense and greasy fries. It was hollow; one person left as they entered. Other than that it was just a woman behind a desk. She was suspended in one of those aerial performer cloths, red hair falling down in soft waves, her eyes focused in a book.
The redhead looked up and shut her book, a manicured eyebrow arched a bit as she looked over them. Derek felt himself shrink into his jacket a little bit under her gaze.
“Twenty bucks per person,” she finally said, swaying a bit in the cloth swing.
Laura huffed but pulled out her wallet, “that’s a little steep.”
“You’re paying for the real deal sweetheart.”
“Uh-huh, sure, I’m just here for entertainment not for my life to flash before my eyes,” Laura said.
Derek cleared his throat and pointed to a small beaded curtain entrance, the redhead nodded and bitterly resumed her book. He motioned for Laura to follow him which she gratefully did instead of picking a fight with the desk lady. Within the room…well it was just a bunch of pillows, rugs, and tapestries.
“This is so cliche. This guy…he thinks he’s a mind reader, he has a snippy desk lady, are you sure about this Laura?” Derek asked.
Before she could respond a person stepped in through another door, looking unimpressed.
“Mind reader? I’m offended because a psychic is totally different. I read energies and auras and use them to make inferences on people then give them advice,” the guy spoke.
Derek looked him over; he was in those bizarre drop crotch pants and a loose shirt. However his skin was pale and dotted with moles, his hair was wild on his head, but what Derek couldn’t get enough of where those weirdly bright honey colored eyes. Laura’s hand on his shoulders got him to blink out of whatever dazed state he was in.
She smirked at him and he flipped her off.
“Forty bucks, do your psychic thing,” Derek snapped and sat on the carpeting and pillows.
The guy sat across from him looked at them both for two minutes, teeth gnawing on his plush pink—his lips. After a moment he sat up straight and held up his hand, “well call me Stiles. I have a feeling that this isn’t the last time we’re going to see each other.”
Derek rolled his eyes and Laura shrugged at shook his hand.
Stiles smiled, “now…let’s start with you Missy, I’m sensing you’re caught between…a few…no wait three guys and I think I can help–”
“Oh my God, Laura…three?” Derek gasped.
He’s never seen his sister look so red and regret forty bucks so much.
“–please. Her guy problem isn’t as bad as yours.”
It was Laura’s turn to gasp, “wait since when are you into guys?!”
“Since he saw me,” Stiles supplied with grin on his face.
This has been the best forty bucks Laura has ever spent he decides.
The Reader and Jughead have a complicated relationship. Based on the requested song: 7 Things by Miley Cyrus
Warning: some swearing
Word count: 2,562
A/N: I know the request wanted it focused on one line and I tried I really did but the other parts were too cute once I started writing I’m sorry I hope you like it still. Also PS It would have helped if Miley would have numbered the seven things because like I swear i was counting like 9 things at one point in my childhood. Also speaking of childhood the flashback actually happened to me let’s all relive my worst middle school memory yay.
You make me laugh, you make me cry
I don’t know which side to buy
There’s a thin line between love and hate. Jughead Jones rides that line with you, and it frustrates you to no end.
You had been ‘friends’ with him since you can remember, now only hanging out when Archie and Betty are there. You didn’t hate him at first, in fact, when you were a kid you had a crush on him for what seemed like the longest time.
At the 8th grade dance, you even asked him to dance. You remember what happened vividly, almost like a movie.
A short blue dress, black flats, and a braid down your back. Your makeup is done to perfection, and you feel on top of the world. Betty meets up with you at your place before the dance, her dress is a short milky white with a black necklace and earrings. Her blonde hair tied up in a bun, a few strands hanging down in a perfect messy kind of way.
“Wow.” you say.
“Do you think Archie will like it?” she asks, going to your mirror and fiddling with the hem of her dress.
“If he doesn’t I will punch him.” You say with a small giggle.
“Thanks.” She smiles in return.
A car horn beeps from outside and you both jump up. It was Archie and his dad. They were going to drive you there.
You both race down the stairs and out the door, tickets in hand.
Archie sits up front, and so you both open the door and get in the back.
“There are my girls.” He says with a smile. All of you, plus Jughead, have been an inseparable crew since the beginning of time, and it all seems to work. You like Jug, Betty likes Archie, Archie and Jug are best friends, and you and Betty are best friends. It all just works.
You arrive at the dance and meet up with Jug, going to the dance floor to sway and jump the night away at your last dance of middle school. Half way through the night a slow song begins to play.
Archie smiles as you see him searching for Betty, and Jughead goes to the side of the dance floor. It didn’t look like he was going to ask someone.
Betty seems to have disappeared, probably to the bathroom, and before you know it Archie has come up beside you and has asked you to dance.
You say yes, of course. Archie was your friend, and you know nothing could ever come out of it. He is just a friend, this is a friend dance. People do that right?
His hands are on your hips and your hands around his neck. You can’t seem to look him in the eyes. You didn’t want to see him looking at you, as this should be Betty’s dance.
Soon, one slow song ends, and yet another begins. You thank Archie, as you see Betty coming back from the bathroom, and almost immediately he makes his way to her. He is just being nice, wanting to dance with both of us on our last 8th grade dance.
You search out Jughead on the side of the dance floor, finding him walking out of the room. His body seems tense, like he wants to leave.
You approach him, trying to chase after him.
“Juggie!” you say, touching his shoulder.
He stops and turns around.
“I don’t like you, (Y/N).” he says plainly.
A pain shoots through your body. The boy you had liked since the 2nd grade was standing before you, one of your very good friends, saying that they didn’t like you.
He turns around again and storms off, before you can ask what exactly he means. Did he mean that he doesn’t like like you? Or does he mean that he just doesn’t like you in general? Does he not like you as a person?
Your head spins as you go out to the hallway, sitting against the wall in your dress and braid, putting your head into your knees as you take deep breaths, already trying to deny what just happened.
That was only two years ago. After thinking about it over and over again, you came to the conclusion that he meant that he didn’t like you in general. It was a painful discovery, but it was one you learned to deal with, and one you’re still dealing with to this day.
You seem to only tolerate each other now, never speaking outside of when you hang out with all four of you. Like today.
You aren’t entirely sure what the plans are, but you just know that he will be there. You take the whole day to mentally prepare yourself before texting Betty.
‘what’s the plan?’ you send.
‘Pop’s, then a movie at Archie’s place.’ she replies.
You respond with a smiley face emoji, and as the last bell rings you pull your hoodie up over your head and walk to the diner.
They’re at the normal booth when you get there, Jughead on his laptop, a space open across from him. You scoot in across Archie, taking your spot and ordering a milkshake.
“How was your day?” Archie asks.
“The usual.” you say, shrugging your shoulders, “I went to Geometry class, my calculator died, and continued to spiral into the torturous hell of triangles.”
Your friends chuckle, but Jughead only raises his eyebrows.
“Are you sure that’s not just high school in general?” Jughead smirks, causing even more laughs from Betty and Archie. Oddly enough, you can’t help but crack a smile yourself.
Your friends they’re jerks
And when you act like them, just know it hurts
Jughead doesn’t have many friends he hangs out with besides you and Betty and Archie, but the ones he did have weren’t the kind of people you would think.
He basically lives at the Drive-In, and you can’t help but notice that some of the Southside Serpents are starting to hang out around there.
Okay, so technically you can’t exactly call them Jug’s ‘friends.’ They more are just forced to hang out around each other because of a common interest, but he’s still starting to pick up on some things that weren’t exactly desirable.
He’s late all the time, cancelling plans all of a sudden, not telling even Archie where he is or how he’s been. He’s dropped off the face of the planet, you actually haven’t seen him in a few months, and neither has Archie, and you can tell it’s taken a toll on him. Even you were starting to worry about him.
On your walk home from school you decide to take a different route. You had to cut through a few yards and walk down a trail through the woods at the back of your house, but the day was beautiful and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the leaves change.
You see a figure sitting on a bench with a big backpack on the path, and only when you get closer do you notice the familiar beanie. It’s over his eyes, like he’s sleeping.
“(Y/N)?” he jumps, nearly falling over. He lands in the leaves on the ground, his beanie falling off on the path. He straightens himself up, quickly grabbing his signature hat and putting it back on his black locks.
“Where have you been?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips.
“Around.” He says, putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt.
“Really?” you raise your eyebrows, challenging him to tell you more.
“Yeah.” he responds, not taking the bait.
“Well Archie is worried half to death, so is Betty. You should probably talk to them.” You say, deflecting the conversation away from how you might be affected. You cross your arms and shuffle your feet on the path, causing some gravel to kick up and roll towards his feet.
“I have been. It’s only been like a week since I saw you guys anyway.” he shrugs.
You look up. Did he not realize how long he’s been gone? “It’s been two months, Jughead.” you tell him.
“Oh…really?” he raises his eyebrows this time, genuinely confused as to how that amount of time has passed.
“Yes. Please explain.” You state simply, looking at him.
“Why would I tell you?” he smirks, scoffing at the implication of telling me.
“Okay, whatever.” you brush it off. You are used to this by now, “Just please tell Archie about whatever this is.” you say, giving him a look up and down.
“What does that mean?” he challenges.
“You don’t think I don’t notice? You hanging out with all the serpents at the drive-in?” now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him.
He looks shocked, and doesn’t say a word. “They’re making you a different person.” you tell him, walking away.
“Wait,” he says before you get too far.
“What?” you say, spinning on your heels and turning to face him again.
“I’m not hanging out with them.” he tells you, his eyes to the ground.
“Really? That’s what it looks like. And it hurts Archie, and Betty and it hurts-” you stop yourself from saying it hurts you. You’re too busy trying to pry it out of him you don’t notice that he’s looking at you now.
“Hurts what?” he probes.
“It hurts the relationship you have with them.” you cover for yourself.
It’s silent for a minute, you now meeting his gaze.
“Come with me.” he sighs, picking up his backpack and walking in the direction opposite of where you were going initially.
You didn’t argue, though.
Maybe today will be different, maybe today he’s decided not to hate you.
And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you
He leads you to the Drive-in, going to the back room.
He opens the door, leading you into a room with a mattress on the floor, a mirror on the wall, and some clothes and posters tossed carelessly around the space.
You instantly realize, that’s why he’s been spending so much time here. He lives here. This is his home, and nobody noticed it. Not even Archie knew.
“Jughead, why didn’t you come to any of us?” you finally ask, looking around the room, walking to the center.
“I can take care of myself.” he says simply.
“The thing is, you don’t have to. You have Archie, and Betty, and..me.” you say, looking him dead in the eyes.
“Really? Cause last time I checked you seem to hate me.” he takes his hands out of his sweatshirt, taking a few steps toward you.
“I’ve never hated you, Juggie.” you say, not breaking eye contact.
“Don’t,” he takes a breath, “call me that.” His voice is rough and deep, pointing at me with every word. His eyes are flaring, yet stone cold. He is angry at something or someone, you can’t tell.
“I don’t know what I ever did to make you hate me, but I know I sure as hell wasn’t the one who started this.” you say, throwing your hands up in defeat, waiting for a response.
All he does is scoff.
“Fine, have fun being alone, but don’t say I never tried.” you say, pushing past him and making your way towards the door to leave.
“Tried? You’ve barely given me the time of day.” You turn around at this, walking back over to him. “The only reason I haven’t is because you said you didn’t like me.” You tell him.
“Why would I say something like that?” he gets defensive.
“Don’t act like you don’t remember.” you scoff now, folding your arms once more and rolling your eyes.
He just stares at you.
“You don’t like me, I get it. I’ve moved on with my life. I’ve accepted it. You’ve never liked me.” you say, wanting the conversation to be over.
“I don’t think you do get it.” he says, looking down at his feet.
“Then tell me what I’m missing.”
“The way he looks at you. The way he smiles when you walk in the room. His attention, devoted to you.” he looks at you again, trying to meet your eyes.
“What? What are you talking about?” you ask, confused as ever.
“Archie! It’s clear he likes you. He has since 8th grade. I wasn’t stupid, (Y/N), I saw you dancing with him.” he nearly screams.
“He only had eyes for you.” He says, hurt now behind his eyes.
“Oh my god.” You put your hand to your head, bringing it down over your eyes. You can’t help but crack a smile and let out a little laugh at how fucked up the situation is. It’s been so muddled and there’s been so much miscommunication.
“What?” he says, his face a mix of confusion and sadness and still some anger.
“Jug, I like you.” You say without thinking.
“What?” he asks.
“He asked me to dance because Betty was in the bathroom. I thought he wanted to dance with her.” you ramble, not realize what he’s asking.
“No, no. What did you just say?”
You pause a moment, just hitting you that you just admitted that you liked him, that you still like him. He obviously heard it, there was no turning back now.
“I- I like you, Jug. I always have.” you let out with a sigh, unable to look at him.
You’re afraid of what he’s going to say, bracing yourself for another rejection. Instead, you feel his hand going to the back of your neck as he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your lips. It was sweet, and simple, a thousand words said in just one touch.
“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against your lips as you break apart, keeping your foreheads together.
“For saying I didn’t like you. When I saw you guys I got so mad, and when you came up to me afterwards it was the only thing I could think of. I was… well, I was in middle school.” he lets out a small laugh, unable to find another explanation.
“It’s okay, we both were.” you come back, letting out a small laugh as well.
He takes a small step back from you, brushing the hair out of your face with his fingers, but you can still feel the heavy weight in the air, a mix of your heavy breathing and the anticipation of what could happen next.
“I hate this.” Jughead breaks the silence, and you’re unable to read his expression.
You pause. The memory flashing in your mind. This was going to be a repeat of middle school, you could feel it.
“Hate what?” you ask this time.
“I hate that you make my stomach tie in knots, I hate what your smile does to my heart. I hate that I’ve liked you for such a long time, and I’ve been too blind to see that you liked me back.”
“There’s a fine, fine line between love and hate, Jughead,” you say, “you just have to decide which side to be on.”
“Then I don’t just like you, (Y/N),” he says. You can feel yourself stop breathing.