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Can You Keep It? [j.j]

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Title: Can You Keep It?
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle
Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :(
Word Count: 1,185
Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all)
Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship.
A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name


The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.

Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.

Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.

On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.

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Sunday Morning

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

A/N: Umm, so this is really fucking cute? Tooting my own horn here, but I’m a sucker for morning Shawn and family man Shawn and older brother Shawn and domestic Shawn and this has all of the above. Hope you enjoy xoxo

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Pocket Change | 1 | (M)

word count: 7.5k

genre: smut; supernatural AU + demon!yoongi

pairing: reader/yoongi

warning(s): mentions of domestic abuse

special thanks to: @honeyheonie for being a wonderful beta  ♡

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Originally posted by sugaa

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Just Roommates

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Request: Hi! Can u do one where the reader is in love with Dean and one day he brings a girl to the bunker and introduces her as his girlfriend and the reader is kinda mean to her, but later on tries to move on from Dean with Crowley and Dean finds out and you decide how it ends?

Pairing: Dean x reader/Crowley x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Oh you really shouldn’t have let me decide how to end this one…


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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 4.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Are You Jealous?

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
Summary:
Negan and Simon see you having coffee with one of your classmates.
Word Count: 7,618
Warning: SMUT!!! (Angry sex, masturbation, voyeurism, and dirty talk)
Author’s Note: Man, oh man. I am having so much fun writing this. I hope everyone that is reading this is enjoying it just as much as I am writing it!! Enjoy!!! :)

Taglist: @oceaninwinter

(GIF Source: @mark-hamil || @rottenwasp)

After a week of non-stop working at both bars, it was finally your day off. Negan and Simon made your second job much easier and you quickly learned all the drinks at Simon’s bar. Business was booming in both businesses and it seemed like the ongoing feud between Chris and Simon was slowly dissipating.

You managed to sleep in until ten-thirty in the morning. As usual, you reached for your phone to look through your emails and unread text messages. Your classmate in one of your classes had sent a message to meet up later today for a cup of coffee. You agreed.

Though, as you continued to read through your messages, you noticed the group chat that you shared with Negan and Simon. It seemed like both men had sent pictures to you. You giggled, simply because Negan and Simon taking photos of their breakfast was a bit hilarious.

Negan: Breakfast is fucking served.
Simon: Omelette? That’s what you made?
Negan: What the fuck did you make then?
Simon: [picture message sent]
Negan: Pancakes? What the fuck? Who do you think you are? Gordon Ramsay?
Simon: A woman loves a man who can cook.
Negan: I can fucking cook!

You laughed quietly, deciding to send both men a photo of you lying in your bed. You were lying on your side, a pillow covering half of your face and the blanket up to your shoulders. Awaiting their reply, you decided to stretch your limbs before climbing out of bed to make yourself a cup of coffee.

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Stutterin' Pete {Pt. 1} •Peter Parker x Reader•

After the events of Civil War…. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed. 

Part one…? Maybe more?

Second Part: Pt. 2 


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap… 

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.” 

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things. 


Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table. 

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air. 

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed. 

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears. 

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic. 

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked 

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window. 

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Stutterin’ Pete {1}  -Peter Parker x Reader-

After the events of Civil War….

Part 1!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed.

Warnings?: None.

Second Part: Pt. 2 

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap…

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.”

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things.

Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table.

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air.

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed.

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears.

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic.

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window.

“O-oh.” He said. You squinted against the darkness trying to make out more of his figure. So far, it was mainly just his outline. You reached over searching for the chain to pull to turn on his lamp.

“No!” He exclaimed but your fingers were already pulling. The light switched on and you gasped.

“Oh my god!” Your mouth dropped open “Peter!”

“Shh!” He hissed dropped a hand onto your mouth. “You’ll wake up May.” He said lowering himself onto the bed beside you. His face was bruised. He had a black eye and a bruise on his cheek.

“What happened to you? Did you get mugged?” You demanded as he lowered his hand, he laughed.  

“No, I got in a bit of a fight, actually.” He said a hint of pride in his voice.

“You seem pretty proud of yourself.” You said bitterly angered by Peter’s uncharacteristic behaviour. “Did you win?” You asked after a beat.

“Well,” He said pride evaporating. “Not entirely.” He reflected on the aftermath of the fight at the airport. Yeah, they had arrested everyone on Cap’s team besides Cap himself and the one they seemed to be after with the metal arm. James Barnes? Does that count as a win?

“Want me to get you some ice?” You asked gently holding his chin maneuvering his face gently to assess the damage. He winced a little but didn’t protest.

“No, I think I’ll be-”

“Well, I think ice would be good for that eye. I’ll be right back.”


Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

When you returned from the kitchen with an icepack wrapped in a hand towel, Peter was leaning on his headboard, his one hand covering the purple eye. He looked cozy otherwise in his maroon Midtown hoodie and old jeans, his legs pulled up to his chest. You walked over, nudging his knee. He scooted over.

“Here.” You handed the ice pack over, he took it muttering a tired thanks.

“So, are you going to tell me who hit you? Do you know?” You asked he chuckled, the corner of his mouth jerking up.

“Yeah.” He said “Yeah. I know him.”

“Who was it?” You asked his face paled, his smirk dropping.

“Y-you woul- wouldn’t kn-know him.” he stuttered out.

“Oh yeah? Why?” She asked

“He’s from Brooklyn.” He said shrugging, shifting the ice pack from his eye to the purple bruise on his cheek.

“What were you doing in Brooklyn?” You asked

“W-Well…” He thought about it “My taxi driver needed to stop for gas. I went in to get a soda and he jumped me.”

“Who jumped you? What was his name?” You asked

“Steve. Can you stop giving me the third degree now, Detective?” He raised his dark brows.

“Yeah…” You said embarrassed “Sorry, it’s just seeing you hurt really scares me.” You admitted lowering your head. “That, and I kind of missed my dorky best friend while he was away.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He assured you. “C’mere.” He said pulling up the covers, holding out his arm. “I’m back.” You smiled and slouched forward dropping your head onto his chest. He grumbled adjusting to accommodate your body. He grumbled.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked

“N-No.” He said. Wrapping your arms around his torso you held him tightly.

“Pete?” You whispered after a moment.

“Hmm?” he hummed you look up noticing his head was leaned back, his hand lazily holding the ice pack against his face. His eyes were closed.

“Nevermind.” You muttered lowering your head back onto his warm chest.

“Mmkay.” He said he rubbed your back it was a few moments before his movements slowed and stopped completely, his breathing steadied. You looked up and noticed he was asleep. His lips slightly parted.

“Goodnight, Peter.” You leaned up and kissed him on his cheek, right on the bruise. “I missed you.”

Engaged in Frivolity

Written for: @mamaredd123 Mama’s 100 Quotes of Supernatural Challenge

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Reader (Hey, that’s you!), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Mary Winchester (mentioned), Memphis (OFC), Holly (OFC), Mera (OFC)

Quote: “You look like you got attacked by some PCP crazed strippers.” (Bolded below in text)

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Idk…maybe subpar writing and no beta.

Summary: When you get some down time, Gabriel and Balthazar know just how to fill it.

Tagging: @mamaredd123 @lyndsay88  @sdavid09  @thewhiterabbit42

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Always in my heart... (Kang Daniel) Pt. 3

Summary: Daniel breaks up with you before he goes on produce 101 and it is now a few months after the end of produce 101 and Wanna One has made it’s debut.

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3: The truth is…

“That’s so true!” You laughed. You were having such a great time with your date that most of the doubt you had in your head about getting back in the dating realm was gone. Honestly, you were worried about how you would get over Daniel who you were so sure was your soulmate, but whenever you thought about how he punched, kicked, and threw your heart on the ground it was a little bit easier to move on.

Your date held the door open for you as you made your way out of the coffee shop and towards your house. “This street reminds me of when I was studying abroad in America….” Your date’s voice started to drown out as you spotted a familiar sweatshirt down the street. That’s Daniel’s favorite sweatshirt… that can’t be him though, why would he even be here?? I still have to check and make sure it’s not him…

“Y/N?? Are you okay? Is it another headache?” 

“Wh-What?” You looked up, realizing you had been ignoring the conversation for the past few minutes. “Yeah, sorry. I’m almost at my apartment anyway and I’m… I’m not feeling that well. You can go now. I had a lot of fun today!”

“Are you sure? I can walk you up.” 

“No its okay!” You waved goodbye before chasing after the maroon hoodie that was quickly disappearing from your view. A million thoughts were running through your head as you got closer and closer to who may or may not even be your ex. “Kang Daniel?” you barely managed to get that out, not having said his name for so long.

As soon as you said his name, Daniel froze in the middle of the street. “Kang Daniel I know that’s you!” Daniel pulled himself together before turning around to smile at you.

At the same time you both said “What are you doing here?”

You crossed your arms, still a little bit out of breath from running after him. “I live here. What are you doing here?”

“I was just… nearby….” He scratched his head, trying to think of a better excuse before giving up. “Y/N, I know this looks really suspicious and stuff but if you just don’t ask me any questions and let me leave, I promise I won’t ever bother you again and we can both move on with our lives like this never happened.”

At first you were confused, trying to process what Daniel had just asked you to do. But then anger settled in, and you couldn’t hold in the frustration much longer. “Move on with our lives? Are you kidding me? I spent months crying over you and trying to figure out what went wrong. You literally handled my heart as if it was a piece of trash and I trusted you with it. You can’t just… just come and show up in front of me whenever you want and pretend like it isn’t going to hurt me. I have the right to ask you questions, like why you would show up to my apartment and help me and hug me and kiss me on my forehead even after you made it clear that you didn’t have feelings for me? Do you know how hard it is for me whenever I see you on TV and the news let alone seeing you in person, doing so well while I was… I was still getting over the worst breakup of my life? Obviously our relationship meant a lot more to me than it did to you, so why don’t you act like a decent human being and leave me alone for good. You should have never come here in the first place.”

You stared at Daniel for a few seconds before turning around to officially end any feelings, friendly or romantic, you had with Daniel. “Wait.” Daniel grabbed your hand pulling you back towards him. “Just listen to me. I… I still have feelings for you and I always have, even… even when we were breaking up.” Daniel looked down at the ground as he said this, embarrassed and ashamed that he had caused you so much hurt.

“Wh-What?” You let go of Daniel’s hand, taking a step away from him. “What did you just say?”

“I lied to you. I said I didn’t have feelings for you anymore because I knew that you would try and sacrifice your well being for our relationship even if I did get famous. I mean… basically what I’m trying to say is, me being famous would hurt you more than it would hurt me, and I wasn’t going to let you.. let you be affected by that.”

You couldn’t hold in your anger and hit Daniel on his chest in between each of your words. “You’re the worst person I have ever met in my entire LIFE!” You yelled. “The hurt you were trying to save me from would be NOTHING compared to what you actually did do to me. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you…” You broke down in tears, no longer punching Daniel but clinging onto his sweatshirt. “I hate that you were trying to do what was best for me. I hate that even after everything you did to me I still had feelings for you. I hate you I hate you I hate you….”

Daniel took every single word and punch without complaint. In his mind, he deserved every single thing you were throwing at him, and was the guiltiest person in the entire world. While you were sobbing into his chest and switching between crying and yelling, Daniel stood still, trying not to break down in front of you. But in his heart, he was just as hurt. 

The amount of heartbreak and sadness that his actions brought to both of you could have been avoided at some cost. He could have prevented this from happening. But he didn’t, he hurt you, and he would never forgive himself for that.

After 20 more minutes of you yelling and crying, you ended up in Daniel’s arms, both of you tired of shedding tears. “I forgive you.” You sighed burying your face in his shoulders. “I still hate you, but I forgive you.”

Daniel broke down, sobbing into your hair, not only because you were willing to forgive him, but because he had almost let the most amazing girl he had ever met slip right out of his hands.


Author’s note: YAYYY this series is finished. Sorry if you didn’t like how it ended but pls let me know if part 2 and 3 were good or not bc i cant tell pLEASE it means the world to me when people let me know if they enjoy what im writing. i will also take constructive criticism like you can reply to this post or anonymously message me or whateva. thank you to everyone who said they enjoyed part 1 it was HUGE motivation for me <33333

Love Divided Ch. 2 (Peter Parker x reader)

Hello lovelies! I hope you’re having a good day, I’m trying to sort my life out so that I’m not flat out broke once the expo comes along, so wish me luck! Anyways, here’s the next chapter of “Love Divided” and I hope you enjoy. xoxo

Description:The brewing conflict between Tony and Steve are finally surfacing, causing everyone to choose a side. The heat within the team is rising, and everyone is beginning to realize what is to come. What happens when your relationship with Peter is divided? Will you choose your love? Or your morals?

Warnings: Cursing

Chapter 1

MASTERLIST


Hot tears silently streaked down your cheeks as you turned away from his room, letting your hand fall to your side. Could you ever forgive yourself? But, maybe the two of you would be together again when things got better. Well, you could only hope so. 

You walked down the hall back to your room to change. In your luggage was a black hat, some sunglasses, and a maroon hoodie. You swapped your outfit out for a more civilian one and slipped out the hotel, keeping your head down to avoid the security guards around your car that knew your face too well. The building where the conference was being held wasn’t too far away, so you decided to avoid as much conversation as possible, you would just walk. 

As you rounded the corner, the tall government building was in full view. There were journalists gathered at the entrance, trying to catch anybody for any information on the conference before they went inside. The road was blocked; the news vans were cluttering both sides of the streets with cameras set up everywhere. You slipped under the caution tape to weave your way through, making sure to keep yourself from being noticed. On the other side on the blocked off street section was a small cafe, and you decided that was where you would observe the signing from. 

Following you from above was Redwing who was going to give you full visual and audio of the conference by hovering just outside the window. You pulled back the sleeve of your jacket, revealing a watch that gave you a live feed of what the drone was seeing. And frankly, the first person you saw was Peter. 


“Mr. Stark, where’s F/N? Did she say she was coming? She did come on the trip with us..” Peter was beginning to ramble as he paced back in forth, wringing his hands together. 

“I’m sure she’s fine, Peter.” Tony wasn’t going to lie to him, nor was he going to tell him the truth. It pained him to see you both being put in this situation, and he partly blamed himself for it. Nevertheless, he was to keep his promise to you and not say a thing about you not coming. “You should stop pacing. People are beginning to stare.” He shifted his eyes around the room, trying to take the topic off of you. 

“Oh, sorry. When does this thing start?” Once he stopped, he in turn began tapping his foot frantically. He pushed back the sleeve of his suit to check the time. Just as Peter was about to ramble, Nat joined the conversation. 

“Peter, what are you so jittery about?” She raised her eyebrow at him, her arms crossed over her chest. In her heart, she knew why, but she also promised you to keep her mouth shut. 

“I’m getting worried about, F/N. If she doesn’t come then…” He took a moment, realizing what was going to happen. He thought back to what he said to you all those weeks ago. “Then we’re through…” His eyes became wide with fear, and he forced his tears back. 

Tony and Nat both looked grim, they didn’t want you two to fall out, but each of them knew the circumstances around the situation, and knew that you were making the best choice for yourself, even if it meant going against them. Even if it meant going against Peter. Before anybody could say anything else, the King of Wakanda took to the podium. All of them took their seats in the middle of the front row. And still, Peter was constantly turning his head to scan the room for you. 

“Thank you all for coming…” 


You watched Peter’s every move. It felt like someone was slowly ripping your heart out as you watched him pace in front of Tony, watching as your name inaudibly fell from his lips. By the pained looks on Nat and Tony’s faces, you knew it was about you. Your tears began to slowly blur your vision underneath your sunglasses. You took them off, wiping away your tears. People began glancing over at you, taking a double take as they passed. 

“Shit.” You quickly regained your composure and fitted the glasses back onto your face. The waiter brought over a cup of coffee and you mindlessly prepared it to your liking, watching the conference intently with your earbuds in. 

“Thank you all for coming, and thank you especially to some of the Avengers for attending. It’s truly a shame that not all of you attended.” The King of Wakanda shifted his eyes to the empty seat next to your sweetheart, and Peter diverted his eyes to the floor. “The Accords are a peacekeeping method to ensure that both the governments of the world and the Avengers can work in harmon-” 

Your watch went black when you heard a resounding boom from across the street. You stood up from your table, gaping at the explosion. Someone had bombed the conference. 

“Fuck.” You covered your mouth with your hand, making your way towards the building. It suddenly hit you. “Peter!” You screamed, making a run for the building entrance. You slipped past all the journalists, but just as you were about to grab the door handle, a guard stopped you. 

“Excuse me ma’am, but you can’t go in there! It’s not safe!” He pushed you back away from the building. You threw off your hat and glasses, revealing your identity. 

“Get out of my way.” You glared at him, and he stepped aside, ashamed that he did not recognize you. Your feet pounded up the stairs, jogging up to the 34th floor. You choked on air as you flung yourself from flight to flight. Some cabinet members were stumbling past you, covered in dust and blood. 

“Peter! Nat! Tony!” You reached the room that was blown in half. You scanned the room for their bodies. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You took fistfuls of your hair, your eyes wide with fear. 

“F/N…” Tony was leaning against the back wall, blood trickling down the side of his face. You rushed over to him, throwing his arm over your shoulder. “No, no.. don’t worry about me. I can get myself down.” His breaths were extremely labored, each one a struggle with all the dust in the air. “Get Peter.. he needs you more.” You nodded, helping him the rest of the way up, trying to find where Peter’s seat would have been. 

“Peter!” Your voice echoed through the hollow room, the sounds of sirens getting closer. You got no reply. “Holy fuck…” On the floor just at the edge of the crumbling building was Peter. His body was limp and bent in an unnatural position. It seemed like the world suddenly was moving in slow motion as you ran down to him, pulling his body away from the edge. “Peter, oh God.” Hot tears began to sting your eyes. “Please, no.” You cradled his head against your chest, sobbing. His face was cut up and bleeding, a spot of red soaking through his suit. “Don’t die on me. You can’t do this.” You threw your head back to the sky, screaming. 

“Mmm…” Peter groaned, just loud enough for you to hear. He was still alive. He was breathing. Peter was still mostly unconscious, but he was still here. You lifted him up and tossed him across your shoulders, making the 34 flight trek back down to the ambulances. 

“Come on, Peter. Hang in there.” You seethed through your teeth, your muscles beginning to burn. Paramedics were making their way up the stairs and when they saw you carrying someone, they quickly rolled a gurney to the bottom of the stairs for you to put him on. They hooked him up to tons of machines and fluids as they placed him in the ambulance. 

“Ma’am, are you coming?” The paramedic was leaning out the door, raising his eyebrows at you. You debated whether that was a good idea or not, knowing that when he woke up, that he wouldn’t be too happy. But you nodded anyways and got into the ambulance. As the building became a small tower stack in the distance, you turned your attention to Peter, taking his hand. You brought it up to your lips, gently pressing a kiss against it. 

The paramedics were putting pressure on his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. There was something wet on your shoulder and you realized that it was his blood. His hands started becoming colder, and his heart rate began to drop. 

“No, no, no, no.” The tears were blurring your vision again. “Don’t do this. Please, please, please don’t leave me.” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hands. 

Just when you thought things might have been alright, they took a turn for the worst. The paramedic’s next words seemed to stop your heart just the same. 

“He’s flat lining…”


I hope you enjoyed it! I’m going to write and post the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” when I get home, so get ready! I love you all, you’re amazing. Have a wonderful rest of your day xoxo

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Wicked Games - Chapter Five

WARNING: ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT. If this bothers you at all, you may skip past it. It’s very obvious where it begins to take place and when Jughead comes into the scene, that’s where it ends. You will not miss anything if you decide to skip past this scene. (Nothing actually happens to her though.)

Hint: If you had your bad thoughts about Nathan’s character, well… you were right. 

:(


Archie’s back in Los Angeles for the night and playing a gig at the Hollywood Bowl. Veronica had all but gotten on her knees as she begged Betty to go with her. As skeptical as she was over attending a concert at this time, she agreed. She hadn’t been to a good concert in so long and she enjoyed Archie’s music.

Jughead, on the other hand, had seemed less than impressed with the whole idea. He’d tried to talk Betty out of it several different times, but in the end she’d got her way. She’d told him that they’d all be backstage and safe so there really wasn’t any reason to worry. Aside from Jughead, there would be tons of security at the amphitheater.

Betty rummaged through her closet last minute as she tried to find something to wear. It was nice and warm with a slight breeze outside, but she tended to get a little hot during concerts. She wanted to wear something that was both cute and simple. She hadn’t dressed up in a while and she was dying to put a good outfit to use.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, she settled on a Parker Irma Lace Off-The-Shoulder white dress and a pair of Stuart Weitzman black leather block heels. She put her hair up in a simple bun and wore light makeup with clear lipgloss to complete the look. It was simple but she felt pretty as she looked at herself in the mirror. She would have fun tonight if it was the last thing she did.

There was a knock at her bedroom door and Jughead’s tentative voice rung out.

“Betty? You about ready?”

“I’m ready!” She called back to him and watched as the door opened up.

Jughead was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a grey shirt hidden underneath a maroon hoodie with a dark blue jean jacket over that. It was how he typically dressed on their casual days, so that’s not what had her thrown off. What had her thrown off over the whole outfit was that he seemed to be wearing what looked like a crown beanie on his head.

Betty lifted a finger and pointed at the beanie in question. “New?”

He brought his own hand up to the beanie and touched it before shaking his head. “No, it’s old, like really old.”

“I’ve never seen you wear it before.”

“I was trying to be professional,” he says with a shrug. “We’re going to a concert, though. How professional do I need to be?”

Betty just laughs. “Well, it’s cute. I like it.”

“Thanks,” he says easily then he clears his throat. “You look really nice.” He looks away as he says it and Betty wonders why. “Are you sure you won’t get cold out there?”

“I’m fine. I’ll probably be dancing a lot tonight.”

“Can you even dance to his music?” Jughead asks. “Isn’t it all sad and slow?”

Betty can’t help the way she cracks up, because he’s right. Archie’s music is super sad. It’s also really sappy and not the kind of stuff you can actually dance to. Slow dance maybe, but that’s about it. It was beautiful music, but it didn’t exactly hype you up.

“I can pretty much dance to anything,” Betty tells him. “I’m sure the opening act will have more energetic music. He’s touring with Josie and The Pussycats.”

Jughead nods and Betty wonders if he even knows who Josie and The Pussycats are. He doesn’t seem to be in touch with the latest trends.

“Well, we should probably go if we want to get there in time to see them.”

Betty nods in agreement as she grabs her purse from her dresser and follows Jughead out of the apartment.


The place is packed when they get there. Betty’s thankful that they don’t have to stand in the long line to get through as they wave VIP cards to the security guard who lets them by. She’s wearing a pair of huge sunglasses until they get backstage so that no one will spot her and cause a scene.

“Are you thirsty?” Jughead asks as he bends down to press his lips near her ear. It’s loud and hard to hear him. “I can get you something to drink.” Betty wonders if she hides the way she shivers at the closeness of him.

“Sure,” she tells him. “A water, please.”

He nods and leads her over to the stand, motioning for her to stand off to the side while he gets in line. She does as asked and looks around the venue. It’s going to be a packed show and she’s excited for it. Archie has a really good stage persona that was infectious and his music, sad as it was, was beautiful to listen to.

Jughead comes back not before long and hands her the bottle water as they make their way to the side stage to get backstage. As soon as they’re let through, they spot Veronica who’s surrounded by a couple of other people, probably friends of Archie’s.

Betty walks over to her friend and places a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. Veronica turns around and smiles as she sees who it is.

“Hey, B! I’m so glad you came.” They give each other a hug and Veronica twirls Betty around when they pull away. “You look gorgeous! Is that a new dress?”

“It’s one I’ve been saving. Good wear?”

“Definitely! You look adorable.”

Betty rolls her eyes but smiles. She isn’t sure if she wants to look cute, but she’ll take the compliment. Veronica drags her over to the people she had been talking to before. Betty smiles and says hi, but clocks out of the conversation fairly soon. She’s starving and notices a table set up that has various finger foods on it. She can’t lie and say she just came for Archie’s music, because these concerts usually had amazing food and that may have been what she was actually looking forward to. She grabs a plate and puts two little Philly Cheesesteak sandwiches and some chips on it.

She’s just taken a bite out of the sandwich when a chuckle comes from behind her. She turns around, mouth still full of food, and sees Jughead smirking at her.

“You know, if you were hungry then you should have said something. I could have made you something.”

“No, thanks,” she says once she’s swallowed her food.

“What?” He asks, looking taken aback. “Why not?”

“I don’t trust your cooking skills.”

“You’ve never had my cooking!”

“For good reason it would seem,” she smirks.

“I’m a good cook!”

Betty just laughs and nods. “Cheryl said she was a good cook too and then she nearly burned her house down and poisoned us all.”

Jughead rolls his eyes and huffs out. It’s such a childlike gesture and Betty’s heart clenches at it. He’s been better about being so serious and “work mode” around her all of the time. It’s nice to see him like this, joking around with her and letting loose. He never really has time to just be himself and have fun when she stops to think about it. His whole life right now is literally protecting her. That can’t be too much fun, so she wants him to go out with her and do things that are still exciting and won’t make it seem like he has to be brooding all the time. So far it’s working pretty good.

“Do you want some?” She asks him, handing him the unbitten sandwich.

“Uh,” he backs away from her. “I’ve never had one of those.”

“You’ve never had a Philly cheesesteak sandwich?”

“No, but it sounds less than appealing.”

“Okay, no.” She will not stand for this slander. “You’re trying it right now. It’s so good.”

“Betty…”

“Come on, I promise. Would I lie to you?” He gives her a look and she rolls her eyes. “Okay, well I wouldn’t lie to you about food.”

He glares at her before taking the sandwich. He stares at it for a while as if trying to decide if it’s suddenly going to jump up and attack him. Finally though, he takes a bit of it and then another bite and then another.

“I told you,” she sings out.

“This is amazing,” he sighs out before grabbing another one off of the table. Betty cackles at the action as she nibbles on her chips.

The rest of their time is spent just hanging out backstage and talking to everyone. Archie comes up to them and introduces himself to Jughead while also filling them in on his travels so far. They get to meet Josie and The Pussycats which has Betty swooning a bit, and apparently Jughead was aware of who they were. It’s all fun, but she’s excited when the lights go off and the music starts.

Veronica finds her before the first note even rings out and the two of them are already dancing around by the time the first lyric is sung. She feels free and happy, something she hasn’t felt in a while now. She can feel the bass on her skin as she twirls around. She probably looks ridiculous, but she doesn’t care. She’s surrounded by her friends and everything’s good for once. All of the drama that she’s dealing with floats away as she focuses on Josie’s voice and the words she’s singing.

“I’m glad you came,” Veronica yells out. “You need a little fun in your life.” Betty just nods, not even bothering to try and talk over the music. She did need some fun in her life. This is exactly what she needed and she makes a mental note to thank Veronica later.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees Jughead standing alone. He isn’t dancing, but he’s swaying slowly from side to side. To anyone else it wouldn’t really be deemed swaying. It just looks like he’s switching his weight from foot to foot. Betty knows better though. There’s a dreamy kind of look on his face that lets her know that he’s into the song. She tells Veronica she’ll be back and the brunette happily goes off to find another dancing partner.

Betty walks up to Jughead and nudges him with her shoulder. “Pretty catchy stuff, huh?”

“It’s decent.”

She rolls her eyes. “You love it and you know it. Everyone loves Josie and The Pussycats!” A thought comes to her and she bites her lip thinking it over.

“Your swaying is a bit old school,” she tells him as she grabs his hand. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t think that’s professional, Betty.”

“I thought we weren’t being professional tonight? Isn’t that why you’re wearing this?” She taps his beanie with the hand that isn’t holding his. She tries to focus on the softness of the beanie and not how big and warm his hand feels in hers. She can’t think that, not with Jughead. He’s her bodyguard, a friend at most, but she knows he can’t be anything more.

“Dance with me,” she repeats.

He looks at her like he wants to disagree, but she pouts at him and he rolls his eyes before giving in. She takes hold of his other hand and begins to move them back and forth as she shakes her hips. It’s your typical middle school homecoming dance move, but it’s fun. Even Jughead cracks a grin as he humors her, going along with her dancing. The two of them are shimmying around, hands still clutching each other’s and Betty’s heart races.

Jughead is different. He’s different from any other guy she’s ever been with. Granted she’s not really with him and she hasn’t even been with any other guys before. She’s dated a few guys, of course, but nothing ever serious. She could never see herself being with any of them longterm. She doesn’t know why, but Jughead just seems like the longterm kind of guy. Longterm bodyguard, longterm friend, she reminds herself.

He’s smiling over at her and he looks so different from the serious asshole she’d thought him to be when she first met him. He had his moments still yes, but he was so much more than just some stoic bodyguard. His eyes were full of life as he looked at her and she wondered if he could see the way she was looking at him right now. She can’t help the way her mind wonders off. What if he wasn’t her bodyguard? What if he was a guy she had met at a coffee shop or a bookstore? Would they still be here right now? Would she be able to cling onto his hand after this song ends like she wants to?

She shakes her head. No. Jesus Christ, what is she thinking? She pulls her hands out of his and smiles nervously.

“I’m going to get a drink,” she tells him before walking off. They serve good alcohol backstage and that’s exactly what she needs right now. She’s totally going to blame her wondering thoughts on the fact that the Pussycats just played I Feel Love and it’s one of their most sensual songs.

“Damn Josie,” she whispers to herself as she tells to bartender to make her a gin and tonic.


Archie’s singing now and Betty’s way past being tipsy. She had been stumbling around and talking to Veronica. That was until some guy tried touching her ass and Jughead pulled her away immediately with a few choice words at the man.

“You never let me have fun,” Betty whines as Jughead places her in front of him, hands on her shoulders so that she can’t move too far from him. “You’re such a fun sucker!”

“That makes no sense,” he tells her. He’s back to his serious bodyguard tone and it annoys Betty more than anything.

“What happened to fun Jughead? Where did he go?”

“I can’t have fun when I’m worrying about your drunk ass.”

Betty whirls around and looks at Jughead in shock, mouth dropped wide open.

“Did you just—?”

He shushes her, not letting her finish her question, but he’s smirking at her so Betty lets it slide. If he smiles then it’s okay.

The song changes and the first chords of I’ll Try come on.

“Oh, I love this one!” Betty swoons. It was an old song, once Archie supposedly wrote back when he was in high school but it’s a classic. It’s her favorite. “Dance with me.”

“You’re drunk,” Jughead reminds her. “You can’t even stand up straight on your own.”

Betty pouts realizing he’s right. The only reason she’s standing up right now is because he hasn’t let go of her shoulders. She makes to turn away from him, but then Jughead sighs and the next thing she knows she’s being picked up from under her armpits and turned around. She squeals out and looks at him in confusion as he places her feet on top of his.

“Hold on to me,” he tells her.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders and he places his around her waist, holding onto her tightly. He begins to move them slowly and gently around and Betty smiles as she realizes what he’s doing for her. It’s something she used to do with her dad when she was younger and her heart clenches as they move along to the music. They’re dancing. He’s dancing for her. It’s something so simple, yet it’s everything to her.

She places her head onto his chest and closes her eyes.

“Thank you,” she tells him. She doesn’t know why she’s thanking him and she doesn’t know if he even hears her, but he squeezes her a little tighter and she can tell he’s smiling too.


They go to In-N-Out after the concert. She’s starving. Alcohol always makes her a little hungry.

“I want all the burgers!”

“You can get one burger, Betty.”

“No!” She cries. “Hello?” She calls out to the box, leaning over Jughead.

“Hi, may I take your order?”

“All the burgers!”

“Oh, my god.” Jughead pushes her back and glares at her.

“Excuse me?” The person taking their order says.

“Can I please have one cheeseburger?” He gives Betty a look as he says it, warning her to stay quiet. She just glares back.  “And a strawberry shake?”

Betty smiles sweetly at him, hearts in her eyes. She hadn’t told him she wanted a shake, but he knew her so well. The worker tells them to drive forward and Jughead rolls up his window as he does.

“A shake!” Betty shouts. “For me?”

“Yes,” he sighs.

“What a king,” she swoons, placing her hand on her forehead as she puts her head on Jughead’s shoulder and bats her eyes up at him.

“Stop that.”

“Why didn’t you get something?” She asks him as she sits up.

“I think I had enough Philly Cheesesteaks.”

“Ah ha! I told you they were good.”

Jughead just rolls his eyes. They get their food and then they head back to the apartment. Betty sips at her shake the way there, but doesn’t touch her burger or fries. She likes to eat while she watches TV.


They get to the apartment and are about to use the elevators in the parking garage when Betty remembers that she left her purse in the car.

“I’ll go get it,” Jughead tells her even though he’s already carrying her food and her heels.

“I can get it,” she says with an eye roll. “You didn’t park far.”

He looks unsure, like he really doesn’t want to let her go.

“Wait for the elevator.” The elevators have been acting up lately and it takes a while to get one. “I’ll yell out if I need you.”

Jughead finally gives in and nods, making his way to the elevators.

“Be quick, please.”

She nods and walks off towards the car, still sipping at her shake. Jughead had unlocked it before he went to the elevators so she’s quick about opening the passengers door and reaching in to get the Chanel bag.

She closes the door and stands up straight. As soon as she turns around though, she nearly yells out in surprise. The guy from the gym, Nathan, is standing in front of her. His eyes are red and dilated at the same time. He’s smiling at her in a really creepy way and it gives her the chills. He doesn’t look so handsome now.

“Fun night out?” He asks her.

“I was at a concert.” She’s civil with him. She doesn’t know that anything’s up right now. Maybe he just wants to talk.

“I saw your boy was with you.” She’s confused about who he’s talking about when she remembers that he saw her at the gym with Jughead. He doesn’t know that Jughead’s just her bodyguard. “I didn’t want to come up to you when he was around. He seems a bit possessive.”

It’s not the right word to use. Protective is definitely right, but not possessive. Possessive is something that a boyfriend is. However, Nathan doesn’t need to know this. He’s sending her a ton of bad vibes right now and even though she’s still a bit tipsy, she can notice the way his mouth smells like alcohol too. She can see the predatory look in his eyes and she knows that he isn’t about to be as nice as he was that one afternoon.

“He is,” she lies to him.

Nathan hums out. “Well, he isn’t here right now, is he?”

“Actually—.” Before she can finish the sentence, Nathan lunges at her, attaching his lips to hers. He tastes like alcohol and something else, something chemical. She bites at his lips harshly and he hisses as he pulls back.

She opens her mouth but before she can even scream, Nathan claps him palm over her mouth.

“I don’t fucking think so.” He places his hand onto her mouth to stop her from yelling out and she goes blank. There’s no way this is happening. This cannot be happening. She shuts her eyes tightly as one of his clammy hands snakes its way underneath her dress. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

“You have the softest skin,” he whispers into her ear. His breath is hot and she shivers in disgust.

This won’t happen. She won’t let it.

She drops her milkshake to the ground, not even knowing why she was still holding onto it, and brings her knee up and stomps down on Nathan’s foot.

“Ow!” He yells out.

“Jughead!” She screams as soon as he pulls his hand away. “Jughead!” She screams it so loud, her throat immediately hurts afterward. It doesn’t hurt as badly though as the impact she feels on her cheek once Nathan learns what she’s done.

“You fucking bitch,” he snarls out. He lifts up his hand again and Betty braces herself for the impact. It never comes though.

“What the fuck?” Nathan yells out as Jughead grabs his hand and twists it around.

Betty slides back against the car and watches as Jughead punches him twice in the face before bringing the top half of his body down to knee him in the gut. It doesn’t look like trained fighting, this looks like street fighting. She wonders if there’s a reason why he’s fighting like this.

Nathan falls to the floor and Jughead gets on top of him, punching him repeatedly in the face over and over again. She wasn’t sure when she started crying but as she yells out for Jughead to stop, she notices the way her voice breaks. He doesn’t listen to her though.

“Jughead, stop! Stop!” She stands up from where she was sitting and walks over to him. She knows what she’s about to do is dangerous, but she doesn’t care. She can’t let Jughead kill him. Not because she gives a shit about Nathan, no. He can rot in hell for all she cares. She doesn’t want Jughead to have that kind of blood on his hands though.

She reaches out and grabs Jughead’s fist. He snaps his head around to see whose touched him and Betty gasps at the look in his eyes. It’s one she’s never seen before. He looks like someone else completely, someone dangerous but he still doesn’t scare Betty. Instead she feels more safe than she ever has before.

“Stop,” she tells him gently. “You’ll kill him.”

“Then let me.”

The words startle her. He looks so different from the man she knows and her heart aches at the way he’s changed so quickly. How did their day turn into this?

“Jughead,” she begs, “please. Don’t do this. I don’t want you to do this.”

He continues to stare at her with the wild look in his eyes. And then he blinks. He blinks and suddenly she can see him again. The anger is still there in full force, but it’s not fueling this anymore.

“Are you okay?” He asks her.

“Yes,” she tells him, but she’s not sure if she means it.

“Your lip,” he whispers out. She reaches up with her fingers and hisses as she touches her bottom lip. It’s busted from where Nathan had first hit her.

“It’s okay,” she tells him. It’ll heal. A busted lip isn’t going to bother her.

Jughead just stares at her hardly, chest moving up and down heavily as he pants out.

“Did he touch you?”

“No,” she promises. “He didn’t. You didn’t let him. You protected me.” His shoulders sag and he doesn’t seem as tense as soon as she says it. “Just like you always do and just like you always will.”

“Betty,” he says as he gets up from Nathan, “I’m so sorry.” He walks up towards her and reaches his hand up to place on her cheek. She leans into his touch and his thumb brushes the area near her lip, but he doesn’t touch it in fear of hurting her. “I should have come with you.”

“Don’t. Don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault.”

“I need to call the cops,” he tells her, but he doesn’t move his hand from her face. She just nods at his words. He doesn’t seem to want to stop touching her, almost as if he’s scared of letting go of her. Betty understands it, she doesn’t want him to stop either, and so she pulls her cheek out of his grasp and leans into his chest, wrapping her arms around him. He exhales as he wraps one arm around her waist protectively and then reaches into his pocket with the other to grab ahold of his phone.

She doesn’t pay attention to the words he says as he talks to the cops. She just keeps her head buried into his chest. She’s not crying anymore. She just feels numb now.

Jughead must have hung up the phone because he weaves his other hand through her hair and runs it through it soothingly. It’s comforting and Betty shuts her eyes.

Its funny, she thinks to herself, it’s almost the exact same position they had been in earlier at the concert but now it’s for an entirely different reason. And this time, she doesn’t feel the same happiness as she had earlier. Now she feels empty.

She looks at Nathan in anger. His face is bloody as he lays on the floor unconscious, but she can see his chest rise and fall slowly. In a moment of hatred she wishes it would stop rising. He took tonight from her. It was supposed to be perfect. It was supposed to allow her and Jughead to become closer. She feels his hand in her hair and she realizes that she kind of did get what she wanted. In the most literal sense, she has never been this close to Jughead before.

She almost laughs in disbelief.

Not for the first time she wonders what she did in a previous life to deserve this.


Up Next: Betty begins to feel anger at her life as everything begins to pile up onto her. Jughead turns up the heat on #ProtectBettyCooperAtAllCosts. Jughead also confronts Betty on how she seems to rely on drinking which leads to one steamy confession. Our stalker is back and he helps out Betty… in a very demented way.

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“It’s three in the morning.”

Flug sat at the edge of his bed, in his pajamas, glaring flatly at his boyfriend, who was standing in the doorway. The eldritch was grinning maniacally, wearing quite an unusually ensemble compared to his usually get up; he wore a red newsboy’s cap instead of his top hat, a thin, navy blue scarf, a maroon zip-up hoodie, and black skinny jeans.  

“Do you think I don’t know that?” Blackhat chuckled. “Just get dressed and meet me in the hall.” Once Blackhat had shut the door, Flug groaned and flopped back on his bed; he could not believe that for once, Blackhat was going against his usual ‘Flug you need to get your sleep’ tirade to drag him somewhere unknown in the middle of the night. So with sleep still clinging to his consciousness like cobwebs, he forced himself to his feet and over to his closet.

Putting on actual clothes was far too much for the doctors tired brain to handle, so he slipped loose grey sweatpants over his boxers, and a black hoodie over his tank top. Then he fumbled with putting on his converse before stumbling towards the door.

“Where are we going that I need to get dressed for?” Flug inquired once he’d stepped out of his room. A hand lacing through his was the only answer he got before he was being tugged down through the mansions many hallways.

A door’s lock clicked, and Flug wondered where they were in his hazy state. Then he was being pulled outside into the cold night air. As an icy wind stung Flug’s face through his bag we was suddenly jolted into awareness, and he shivered.

“Blackhat!” He exclaimed. “Where are you taking me!” Blackhat looked back at him with a mischievous smirk, but once again he didn’t answer. So, Flug followed, unable to stop while his boyfriend was holding onto him so firmly.

When the were almost at the edge of town, Blackhat stopped and turned to face Flug. Then he pointed at a window of a nearby shop and snickered. Flug looked to where he was pointing and gasped.

“Are you being serious right now, Blackhat!” he hissed quietly.

“What do you think?” Blackhat whispered excitedly.

“We could get arrested for this.”

“And?” Flug seemed to mull the question over before answering.

“And… I am SO ready for this!” Blackhat handed the doctor a pair of leather gloves.

“Let do this.”

Then the pair descended on the jewelry store as common thieves, smashing through glass cases and stuffing valuables into pockets and the small bags that Blackhat had brought with. With the flick of shapeshifted tentacles, the cameras were smashed, and the alarm that had started blaring was broken. Laughter broke out between the villains as they heard a distant police siren wail.

Then, with feet thumping against the concrete at top speeds, the pair took off from the scene of the crime and to the outskirts of the town. Adrenaline pumping, breath coming out in short pants, Flug felt alive. He could see the way that Blackhat was smiling and knew that he was feeling the same thing. They hadn’t done a crime so petty in years, but it felt so exhilarating to go back to their roots.

Once in the cover of a copse of trees, on a hill far from the buildings below them, Flug collapsed in uncontrollable laughter.

“Holy shit, Blackhat!” He huffed out between gasping breaths. “I haven’t had that much fun in what feels like forever! What gave you the idea to do this even?!” Blackhat sat down beside him, and was cackling like a madman himself.

“I was walking through town the other day, and I saw that jewelry shop, right?” He started. “So then, out of nowhere, I remembered that when I was first starting the company, I used to rob places like that to get funds for my plans, and- and you tagged along that one time and we-” Blackhat doubled over and had to collect himself before continuing. “And you almost got us caught cause you’d never robbed a joint before!!! But it- it was so funny that I told you that it was the best time I’d ever had doing something illegal!”

“I remember that, oh jeez, I thought you had been going to kill me before you said that!”

“I know! You had been shaking in your sneakers! But anyways, all these memories came back, and I thought to myself; if that was so much fun, why did we stop?” Blackhat answered his own question. “Because we didn’t need the money anymore! But then I thought, why the hell not. Let’s take Flug out in the middle of the night and go be old fashion villains! Go be small time criminals again instead of just the high-and-mighty business villains that we are!” Flug had calmed down by now and was watching his boyfriend fondly. “So, that’s why I dragged you out of bed at three a.m.”

“I may regret this in the morning, but I am so glad that you did,” Flug breathed out. “And it’s probably the action high talking, but I love you so much right now.” Blackhat raised an eyebrow at the scientist and shifted closer to slip his hand underneath Flug’s bag and cradle his cheek. Then he lifted the bag ever so slightly to lean in and kiss him.

Flug scrambled to reciprocate, but then a cold wind blew over his exposed neck and his whole body shivered and jolted away. Blackhat as laughing again, this time at his boyfriend plight.

“Here, let me help you,” he giggled. Then he took off his scarf and wrapped it around Flug’s neck before scooting backwards to lean up against a nearby tree. Blackhat motioned for Flug to come over, and so Flug crawled forward to snuggle himself into Blackhat’s chest between his legs.

Flug looked up at sky far above; thousands of stars painted it’s surface without the lights of the city or the moon hiding them. Blackhat raised an arm to point at a cluster of them asking,

“That’s what you humans call the Big Dipper, right?” Flug nearly started vibrating as excitement overtook him for the second time that night.

“You remembered, Blackhat!!” he shouted.

“Well of course I did! You only told me like 5 times where very constellation is!”

“I just… I didn’t think you were ever actually listening to me nerd out over space…”

”I’m always listening to you, Flug. What else would I be doing?” Flug suppressed a snort.

“Planning more jewelry store robberies?” At this, there was the soft clink of small metallic objects.

“Well why would I be doing that when I could be getting to know you better,” Blackhat said. Then suddenly there was a shiny silver band hovering in front of Dr. Flug’s face. “And besides, planning jewelry store robberies is only fun when I know you going to be there with me. So the question is, are you?”

Hesitantly, Flug took the ring from Blackhat, and before he put it on he asked,

“Sir, is that a proposition?” Flug turned his body so he could see the slight upturn of Blackhat’s lips. The eldritch lifted his left hand to his face to show off a flashing silver band.

“More like a proposal.”


**screams to the void** This story took an unexpected turn, but hoo boy do I love it. My anon friend I really hope you enjoy this as much as I do, and you get some bonus art cause I felt like it! Thanks for the request

i feel it is incumbent upon me

to direct everyone’s attention to Burn Gorman in the Inside the Episode feature for Turn 4.05, because he’s excellent, and also because he’s wearing one of the more DELIGHTFULLY odd outfits I’ve had the privilege of seeing him in.

Gray turtleneck, which I’m 99% sure is the same one he wore for that watch photo shoot. Maroon … hoodie? Track suit? Felted coat? Maroon something with ridiculously wide lapels, and oh my god, you’re indoors, man, weren’t you burning up?? Better top it all off with a mauve pink flat cap, because why the heck not!

He looks like he wandered in uninvited from a poetry slam for goat herders, and I am honestly, sincerely diggin it.

This meager 15 seconds of footage is also an absolute goldmine of quality classic Burn faces, by the way.

Beautiful.

Just A Bloody Sandwich (Newt)

Newt x Reader - 2,958 words


So began yet another redundant day in the miserable glade for the blonde haired second-in-command. Waking everyday was like drowning at sea, knowing someday he would succumb to the waves, knowing his lungs would give out. And then, out of the corner of his eye as if a rescue siren had wailed in the distance, an all familiar Y/H, Y/H/C haired girl walked passed his hammock. Her hair shone against the dreary morning sun and emitted a warm glow that gave Newt the fortitude he needed to push up from his hammock. He followed closely behind her towards the kitchen, watching as she threw her arms over her head, stretching. Still half-asleep, Y/N failed to hear someone approach her from behind, the hood of her sweater suddenly flipped over her head.

“G’morning.” Newt put a hand on her shoulder just to feel her warmth and smiled down as she struggled to removed the fabric from her eyes. “Mmm.” She mumbled back. They finally made it to the kitchen and just about all of the boys were waving for her to sit with them. This morning, Newt hoped she might just sit with him. But, per usual and to his avail, she ambled off towards the table of runners. She’d taken quite a liking to the greenie, Thomas. Newt hated it because he figured Thomas might just drag her back into the maze. She used to run with Minho everyday until she fell from one of the walls while scouting and damaged her leg.

Breakfast passed at it’s usually dreadful pace and once he was finished, Newt rushed off towards the gardens. Newt was constantly torn apart. He wanted to spend time with Y/N, talk with her. But he also was too afraid to. Afraid he’d grow too attached. “In a rush are we?” A familiar voice piped up, breaking him from his haunting thoughts. “You alright?” She furrowed her brows, looking to the distressed boy with sympathy. “Yeah. Just… didn’t sleep I guess.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck and huffing. Y/N nodded and sent him a soft smile which he knew meant ‘if you want to talk, let me know.’ She wasn’t one to talk much herself, but Newt figured it was just because she was too busy focusing on her own thoughts. But, when she did start talking freely, all Newt could do was listen.  

When lunch finally came around, Y/N was no where to be seen. This was usual for her. For the first few months, Newt had followed Y/N all over the glade just to see where she went off to. Somedays, she would go climb a tree, sit in the watchtower, hide in his or Minho’s room. Or, like most days, she lay beneath the large oak at the edge of the gardens taking in to cool breeze. And surely enough, there she was. Eating her lunch peacefully, picking at the grass beneath the looming tree was the Y/H/C haired girl. Just as Newt gained the confidence to go say hello, Alby’s voice rang out across the glade. He was calling a meeting in the council hall. Newt grumbled to himself and cursed at Alby under his breath for ruining his chance. He was temped to go and help Y/N up, walk with her to the council hall, but he had to be one of the firsts there.

Boys filtered into the hall one by one, the keepers standing in a circle at the bottom of the building and the rest of the gladers sat up on the stairs carved into the earth. As keepers filtered in, they picked up a thin wooden board with a piece of paper attached and a pencil to take notes. But, just as her mischievous nature would suggest, Y/N snuck one of the boards into her arms as she entered the hall. Newt was the only one who noticed and a small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her prance off, proud of her thievery. She seemed to live just for the little bouts of innocent adrenaline she got from small things like that. Just behind her was Minho, who began complaining about a missing board. Alby shushed him as if he were a child and told the keeper of the runners to carry on anyways. Y/N sat at the top corner of the stairs and pulled out the pencil she took, beginning to sketch on the paper.

“What are you doing?” Thomas scooted up against the girl and stared at the paper as she worked away. “Drawing.” She said back, making Thomas roll his eyes. ‘Obviously’ he thought. He took a closer look and realized that it was all of the keepers she was drawing. Gally with his wicked eyebrows, Minho’s face was scrunched in frustration, Winston and Frypan seemed like they could care less and Zart looked as if he had just eaten some sort of mushroom that shouldn’t be growing in the gardens. “Gimme that.” Thomas insisted and Y/N handed him the pencil just as she finished the sketch of Newt who leaned against a pillar with a light smirk plastered on his face. Thomas wasted no time in drawing down some devil horns and a tail onto Minho. “Hey!” Y/N forcefully whispered, whacking Thomas’ shoulder. He jolted back a little and giggled, handing her back the pencil.

This caught Newt’s attention. Up at the top, Y/N and Thomas hovered over something in her lap and giggled, poking at one another playfully. He wanted to yell up at the the dark haired boy and stop him. But Y/N seemed happy. She was smiling, and her smile made Newt feel at ease. The blonde had to keep forcing his eyes away from the pair as the meeting continued, all he wanted to know was what was on that paper. As the meeting dragged on, the boy couldn’t help but gaze up at Y/N who kept her eyes glued on the paper, Thomas hovering right over her. At one point, their eyes met and Newt’s cheeks immediately flushed, feeling as if a grenade had gone off in his heart.

When the meeting ended, Newt pretended to be busy so he could see out the last person from the meeting. That said person being Y/N. She always left last. Newt kept his head down, kicking at the dirt as he held the door open. Just as Y/N brushed passed, Newt grabbed her arm and pulled her back, closing the door. “Give it.” He held out his hand, raising his eyebrow, attempting to be as intimidating as possible. “Give what? I took more than one thing.” She grinned mischievously and Newt sighed. “You watched, nd let me take it.” She reminded him. “The pencil and paper board.” He said, this time emphasizing his held out hands. Y/N smiled a little and gave up the materials in defeat.

Immediately, Newt turned the board around to get a better look at the paper. It was drawings of all of the keepers, including him who was located at the centre of the page. His heart nearly exploded when he saw that his eyes were directed up, as if he were looking at her. In that moment, he knew she’d caught him staring. “You’re really good, you know?” Newt scoffed a little and set the board down with the others. “But, I’ve also got to warn you about stealing materials.” He cocked an eyebrow and shied her eyes away. “Right. Sorry.” She mumbled, afraid to look up to her friend. The pair shared a strange relationship. They went all the way back to the day Y/N came up in the box. Newt was the first voice she heard, first pair of eyes she met, and the first hand she held. There was this unspoken, underdeveloped connection that both of them were too fearful to explore.

“Well… can I go? It’s dinner.” She asked, breaking Newt from his daze. “Uhm-Right. Yeah.” He tried to clear his throat as he opened the door and let her through. Just as he were to ask her to join him, two strong runners came rushing towards her. “Y/N! We need your help, c’mon and eat with us!” Minho said excitedly, waving for her to follow before turning on his heel and sprinting back to the kitchen. She may have had a limp, but she was still fast, trailing just behind Minho and Thomas. Dinner was just nearly as painful as the meeting was. Y/N had Minho and Thomas on either side of her as they fawned over a map, smiling and laughing. Amidst their conversation, Newt noticed Y/N hadn’t touched her food once.

“Why don’t you just talk to her? You work with her all day, everyday. But instead, you choose to stare at her during meal times.” Zart piped up from beside Newt who refused to touch his food. “It’s not that simple.” The blonde grumbled and his fellow gardner set down his fork. “Newt. Yes it is. Just, like, twenty seconds of bravery and boom, you’ve spoken to her.” Zart was tired of always watching Newt gaze at the girl hopelessly during meals and work times. Newt sucked in a deep breath and rest his head in his hand, shying his eyes away from her sheepishly. When Zart had left, Newt pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it up. He had taken her drawings, wanting to keep them as it was the only piece of her he had. His lips were pursed, deep in focus as he examined the carefully placed stokes of lead on the paper.

Per usual, the sun was falling behind the maze walls and a small fire was lit. Some boys sat around it, taking in its warmth and others had already head off to their hammocks to sleep. But one piece of the glade was missing. Y/N was no where to be seen and neither were Thomas or Minho. Newt figured they must all be hanging out in the map room without him. Although Newt was best friends with them, the runners seemed to be a tight knit group. Like every other night, Newt knew sleep wouldn’t come. So, he continued to work in the gardens until the light of the sun completely disappeared and left him unable to continue working. The tall blonde boy slowly ambled his way around the glade in hopes the walk might just clear his conscience. He made sure all of the boys were in their hammocks and the fire was out. But, there was one vacant sling of fabric. The one beside his.

Curious, Newt took the maroon hoodie which lay in it and went off to find it’s owner. The glade wasn’t all that large, but it was easy enough to hide in if someone didn’t want to be found. Unfortunately, Y/N took advantage of this all too often. Newt checked his room first and dropped off the drawing before heading out. Although he had a bed and privacy, he still preferred to sleep in a hammock with everyone else. Out in the distance, deep in the woods, Newt could see the faint flicker of a torch. As he made his way closer he could very easily make out the small frame and Y/H/C hair of Y/N. She was peering into the foggy glass which opened to the maze, a perfect spot to see the grievers pass by. Every so often, she’d shift over and take down a few details on her paper.

Newt approached cautiously, and despite his efforts, he snapped a twig under his foot. Almost immediately, the torch went out and the forest fell black. He could hear her scurry around and he strode forwards, hoping to catch her. To his surprise, she tackled him to the ground violently and hit him straight in the jaw with a force he didn’t know she had. “What the shuck?!” Newt hollered out, trying to calm the girl, his voice radiating through the whole glade. She held him down and stuck his face again. For someone so small, she was strong and carried a good punch, Newt had to admit. “Hey!” Alby’s deep voice bellowed out followed by a few a few other boys carrying torches. When Newt’s face was finally illuminated, Y/N jumped back and clambered off of the boy. “Oh my god, Newt! I’m so sorry!” She tried to help him up but he just shook his head, trying to regain his vision.

“What are you two doing!?” Alby may as well have screamed. “I-I was sketching the grievers and Newt came but I thought he was Gally! So I punched him! Gally said if he ever caught me out here again he’d banish me so…” Y/N trailed off, giving up. She already knew her punishment. “And, you, Newt? What were you doing out after curfew?” He looked to his second-in-command disapprovingly. “I came to give her a bloody sandwich!” He reached behind him and held up a smooshed peanut butter sandwich. “She didn’t eat dinner!” He exclaimed and Alby crossed his arms frustratedly as Minho snickered. Newt sent the runner a nasty glare. “One night in the slammer, both of you!” Alby motioned for Minho to pick Newt up. “Alby! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Y/N complained and Alby gripped her small arm, dragging her out of the forest. “He was out after hours, just like you. It’s just one night shebean.”

Alby and Y/N had always gotten along. Sure, her mischievous demeanour and constant disappearing got on his nerves, but she was the only girl in the glade and brought a much needed light and perspective to the glade. He was awful protective of her and Newt really hated it somedays. The pair were thrown down into the pit of the slammer and Newt slumped down against the wall, grumbling. “I’m really sorry, Newt…” Y/N sat down in front of him, crossing her legs. “It’s just I was afraid you were Gally and I really didn’t want to get thrown into the maze again…” She trailed of sadly and the last bit hit Newt close to the heart. “And I’ve gotten you in trouble when all you were doing was coming to give me a sandwich…” She stifled a laugh as Newt held out the squished bread and she shrugged. “It’s still edible if you’re hungry.” He admitted, giggling lightly. Y/N took it from him thankfully and split it in half, handing a piece back to him. “You didn’t eat dinner either.” She raised an eyebrow and Newt could barely see her dimly lit features.

“How’d you know that?” He tilted his head in question. “Because I saw?” She said back. Newt didn’t even bother finding out more, munching down on the sandwich, not realizing just how hungry he was. Just a few moments after she finished, Y/N’s stomach grumbled, making Newt laugh. “Let’s break out and go make more.” Y/N jumped up on the dusty ground and pulled Newt up with her. “And how do you suggest we do that?” Newt stood just a little closer to her, taking in the warmth she radiated. “I have a plan!” She said as if he should’ve known. “A good plan?” He asked doubtfully. Y/N pondered for a moment and reached for Newt’s hand, guiding him towards the slammer opening. “I have a plan…” She insisted again.

Suddenly, Newt was giving her a hand up and she reached her arm through the wooden fixture, reaching around to the makeshift lock. “You’re insane. You know that?” Newt muttered as Y/N kept shifting her feet around on his hands. She was light, but her weight was finally beginning to atrophy his arms. “Obviously.” She mumbled back. For a couple more minutes, Y/N persistently muttered to herself and sighed whenever the knot wouldn’t budge. “Talking to yourself now, love?” Newt asked mockingly. Y/N  just kicked her leg back in response, bumping his chest. “Yes. It’s the only way I can be sure of intelligent conversation around here!” She forced. Finally, the leather knot that held the door came undone and Y/N pushed it open. These cells weren’t made for someone like small arms like her. Y/N clambered out excitedly and held out an arm to Newt.

“You know this is against the rules, yeah?” Newt had a little bit of fear apparent in his voice now. “Not if we don’t get caught.” Y/N shrugged and grabbed his arm, tugging him across the glade. They headed roughly in the direction of the homestead and just before they reached it, Y/N jolted back straight into Newt. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders in shock. “Just a bird…” Y/N whispered, letting out a deep breath of relief. She struggled her way out of Newt’s arms that gripped her tightly and she continued to lead him into the kitchen. The boy figured she must’ve done this plenty of times before because within three minutes she had made the sandwiches without a sound and exited the homestead without waking a single person. Sneakily, the pair rushed their way back to the slammer and tied it back up before digging into their sandwiches.

After that night in the slammer, Newt had to admit, he’d willingly take a few punches to the face and a smooshed sandwich if it meant spending that much time with her.

Fate | Tom Holland x Reader | fangirlingisajob

Request: I was wondering if I could make a small request, if that was ok? With Tom Holland x reader where reader is new to London and she’s out exploring where she, comes across Tess and Monty who have run off together and Tom and Harrison are chasing them? You can use your amazing imagination to finish the rest :)

A/N: I know this is fairly short but I hope it’s okay!

You stepped out of the tightly packed train and into the serene town.  The people were actually kind to you and would apologize if they bumped into you, unlike New York.  The bright yellow arrows pointed you into the direction of a park you had been meaning to go to.  People talked about how beautiful it was constantly.  

The roads were very confusing though, you admit that, but the park made up for it.  The lush green plants with blooming flowers always in your sight. And the pond! The pond had the loveliest blue water with ducks swimming all around in it.  The blue sky added the perfect touch to create a gorgeous day-well along with the weather of course.  It looked like you had stepped into a painting.

You pulled up the sleeves of your maroon hoodie as you wandered around the green landscape.  There weren’t many people to make it crowded, but there certainly wasn’t a small amount.  The air was crisp and fresh with every step you took.  A sparkling blue fountain caught your eye, and you decided to go to the lavishing water.

A voice in the distance was yelling after someone, but you shook it off.  The fountain had a nice bench almost built into it, which was a perfect was for you to sit.  You took out your book from the black bag you carried and began to read.  Well, that was until you heard another voice yelling.

‘Tessa! Come back here!”

“Monty! Come here!” another one shouted as you saw what was happening.  Two dogs were on the loose and their owners were after them.

You set your stuff down as you saw a grey dog running towards you with a bigger brown and white dog following behind.  You stood up,walking a few steps towards the running animals, and then bent down,”Come here!”

“Tess! Monty!”

Suddenly, you were on the cement getting slobbered on by both dogs.  Their tongues licked your face without warning.  “Alright, alright.  That’s enough kisses,” you said, sitting up as you gently held onto their collars so they couldn’t run away.

The two owners were quickly near you.  They clipped the dogs’ leashes on and you stood up.

“Oh my god, I’m terribly sorry they slobbered all over you!  But thank you very much for getting them to stay i thought they would never stop,” a brunette boy joked.  

You smiled,”It was no big deal.  I have my own two dogs back in New York and I always get slobbered on.”

The tall blonde crouched down towards his dog,”You really owe this Miss here a thank you, Monty.”  And as if on cue, Monty turned around and panted at you.  

“And so I’m guessing this little lion is Tessa then?” you said, kneeling down to pet the grey dog.  She happily let you pet her back as she flopped onto the cool cement.

“Yes, this is Tessa.  And I’m Tom by the way!” the brunette said, sticking his hand out. You pulled away from Tessa and stood up, shaking Tom’s hand.

“I’m Harrison,” the blonde waved from the ground.  

“Y/n, nice to meet you both,” you said as you stared at Tom. You swore you recognized him from something.  Memories raced in your head until you figured it out.  “Wait, aren’t you the guy who plays Spider-man?”

He laughed and Harrison stood up, still holding onto Monty.  You tried not to get too caught up in his chocolate brown eyes and the way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled.

“Yup, that’s me,” he admitted with a slight blush on his face.

“That’s pretty cool,” you said trying not to externally freak out that freaking Spider-man was talking to you.  

“Yeah, it’s a pretty cool job and Haz is my assistant so I always get to be with him,” he chuckled.

“Mmph, always having to get you your Starbucks,” Haz mumbled, causing you to giggle.

There was an awkward silence in the fresh air.  You all awkwardly stood there as the dogs continued to pant.

“Do you want to get some coffee with us? I mean, we can bring the dogs to my house and then go,” Tom spoke as he looked into your eyes.  You graciously smiled at both boys.

“I would love too.  I’m visiting here for a little actually and I’d love to see some places.”

“That’s funny, we are leaving here next Wednesday!” Haz laughed.

“Hm, this is becoming a little weird because I’m leaving that day too,” you awkwardly smiled, realizing this has to be some sort of weird faith stuff.

“Well then, it must have been fate that we all met.”