mrs. tran

Reasons I want top surgery

So I can wear clothes I like
So I don’t have to layer clothes in summer
So I can pass easier
So people don’t call me a “lady”
So I can go swimming again
So I don’t have to get crushed in a binder
So I can go outside without worrying
So I feel better about myself
So my dysphoria will go away

Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Two)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

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“What do you mean I have to go to school?” you asked in disbelief as Dean dumped a bunch of school supplies on your motel bed along with a black backpack.

He sighed and sat down in the long chair across the room.

“People’ll get suspicious if there’s a random teen hanging around us during school hours. So unless you wanna be holed up in the motel for God knows how long, you’re going to school.”

You were about to protest when Sam cut you off.

“It’s just for a little bit, Y/N,” he said in an attempt to placate you. “Until we find a way to get outta here.”

You sighed defeatedly.

“Fine.” you said quietly as you sat back against the headboard of the bed, crossing your arms.

Everyone was silent for a moment before Dean spoke again.

“Oh, and you’re with the sophomores. All the junior classes were full.” he said.

Your mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?!” you exclaimed.

“We signed you up for a mythology class though! You like mythology. That class has kids from all different grades in it.” Sam said.

You glared at him.

“Fine. Just—fine. Whatever.” you mumbled.

Dean rose his eyebrows at your tone.

“You know, I don’t know what’s going on with you. You’ve had a lot more chutzpah since you came back.”

“Dean.” Sam warned.

You looked down. You didn’t want to talk about this now.

“No, I’m serious, Sam,” Dean continued. “She disappears without a trace and then magically returns after a year. Now, she says it was because she had to take a break after Kevin—“

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed again and you winced at the mention of your dead boyfriend.

Dean was quiet as he watched you fiddling with your jacket sleeve, trying not to cry.

“I—Y/N, I’m sorry.” Dean sighed.

“It’s fine.” you said quietly.

“I just—we were just worried. You know that. We didn’t hear from you for a year. We thought you might’ve been dead. You just… left.”

You nodded slowly.

“No, I know.” you mumbled.

Everyone was silent again.

“Well, um, I’m gonna get some dinner for us,” Dean said as he got up. “Does, uh, anyone have any preferences?”

Everyone shook their head.

“Right,” he said. “Cas, come with me?”

Castiel nodded but not before walking over to you, handing you notebooks you didn’t even know he had in his hand. You looked up at him.

“I, uh, got you these in different colors. I didn’t know which one was your favorite.” he said.

You smiled softly.

“Thank you, Cas. I appreciate it.”

Castiel nodded before he walked out of the motel with Dean, leaving you with just Sam.

It was silent before Sam spoke again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly.

You froze and looked up at him.

“What?”

Your brother looked at you with his puppy dog eyes.

“You’re always thinking about the same thing.  Ever since you came back. I can see it in your eyes. After everything I’ve gone through, I wish I would’ve accepted some help from—”

“Please stop.” you pleaded.

Sam looked at you.

“Y/N?” he asked gently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Why are you and Dean so adamant on finding out where I was?” you asked, anger tinting your voice.

“Because Y/N, we can see it’s eating at you. You want to tell someone what happened.” he said softly.

You got up, glaring at your brother.

“No, I don’t! I want you guys to leave me alone! Okay?! That was the deal. I come back and you guys ask no questions. So stop interrogating me!” you nearly yelled.

Sam looked down, hurt and you felt tears well up in your eyes, guilt filling you. You knew he was only trying to help.

“I-I’m going out. I’ll be back later. Tell Dean I’m at that diner or something. I don’t care.” you said as you walked towards the door.

“Wait, Y/N.” Sam began as he got up.

“Sam,” you warned, looking back at your brother.

He stopped, looking at you with concern.

“Don’t.” you said and with that you stepped out of the motel, closing the door behind you.

The warm spring air from earlier had cooled down, making you pull your jacket closer to you. The sun was starting to set, giving off a beautiful orange glare. As you walked down the street from the motel, kicking at rocks, you remembered the last day you had seen Kevin.

“Hey guys.” Kevin said as he stepped out from behind Chuck.

Your and your brothers eyes widened.

“Kevin?” you whispered.

He beamed.

“Y/N.”

You let out a breathless laugh and rushed over to him, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you back tightly and it was then you realized he wasn’t cold like a ghost, but he was… warm? You pulled away from his, holding what you thought was your long dead boyfriend by the shoulders.

“H-How are you—”

“You never got a chance to say goodbye, did you?” Chuck said from next to you.

You shook your head.

“No.” you whispered.

Chuck smiled at you.

“Well, now you do. I’m giving you one last day together. 24 hours starting now. Then he goes to Heaven. I’ll see you later.” he said and with that, disappeared.

You turned back to Kevin who was beaming at you.

“So… what do you want to do?” he asked.

You tried to keep your tears at bay as you walked down the street, shoving your hands in your pockets. Yes, you and Kevin dated. You met him when you were thirteen and started dating him a little after you had turned fourteen. You had tried to keep it a secret from Sam, Dean, and Castiel but they found out within a couple months. Sam was worried (when was he not?) for the both of you, Castiel was indifferent to the situation, and Dean had tried to break you apart, claiming you weren’t allowed to date anyone until you were married.

“But I’m not ever getting married, Dean!”

“Exactly!”

You cracked a smile as you remembered your eldest brother’s reaction to your relationship. Despite his disgust towards you guys kissing and all, you managed to catch him smirking at the two of you holding hands at one point (though he vehemently denied it and then sent you to do research for two weeks.)

However, your smile faded as you remembered the day, that horrible day when you found Kevin on the ground in the bunker with his eyes burned out. Dean was apologizing to you over and over again but you didn’t even hear him. You were in such a shock, you couldn’t cry. You could barely even breathe. It was the worst day of your life.

You shook your head again, trying to rid yourself of the memories. You thought you could move on from Kevin’s death after Chuck had granted you one day with him. But it only spiraled out of control from there.

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A/N: Before I wrote this fic, I actually did write a Kevin x OC story, but never posted it. I’m kinda combining it with this one, and I like how it’s turning out so far! Hope you guys are liking it too!

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as an irl worshipper of “mr d” (aka the god of wine and the patron of transgender/intersex/gender nonconforming individuals), i… really, really love content of mr d helping trans campers. like, i LOVE mr d as a character no matter what, just as i love dio, so like…..

just imagining mr d talking about gender identity to kids who are growing/picking strawberries with him. he talks about growing up, he talks about his own genderfluid identity, he talks about it all. he’s told the story a million times and more throughout all these long, long decades. but every once in a while, a child’s face will light up, hope and sudden understanding glowing there in those big ol’ eyes…. he acts like he doesnt care, but he does. this is the only reason he stays (as well as the wrath of his father but… details)

every once in a while, you can catch him in the infirmary, talking with will about puberty blockers (usually arguing about whether or not they should be allowed - will says yes, mr d is torn), occasionally helping a much older camper with their first hormone injection. he helps measure people for binders, helps with make up tips (“you used to wear make up??” “i still would, but its summer - who can be assed?” “[cue stern look from chiron as mr d laughs]”). he and will help intersex campers understand what that means, spreads awareness through camp of all gender identities.

im just….. emotional honestly akdjslf

Princess Marco Will Be Queen (Tomco Theory)

So Marco is still canonically known as Princess Marco by some of the villains (namely Ms Heinous and crew) and in “Mr Candle Cares” expressed their wish to be Queen.

We later have the episode “Friend-enemies”, which as well as seeming hella like a date, has the poster of Marco being held by Tom while Tom holds the Princess Marco dress over them. A dress we also now know Marco is still in possession of.

And then even Oskar and Star have noticed the closeness of Marco and Tom’s relationship as referenced in “Star and Marco’s Guide to Mastering Every Dimension”.

I really wonder if all this is alluding to Marco and Tom eventually marrying (after Marco has come out as trans) and Marco becoming the Queen of Hell.

Sorry, not the longest theory but it is a theory. Also I am aware there are many a fan fiction based on this scenario taking place.

Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Four)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this series so far! That is all. xD

Riverdale gif by @stefan-salvatores

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In the seventeen years you had been alive, there was only time where you felt at peace. One time you felt truly, truly happy. That moment was fourteen months ago. In your bed. Lying next to Kevin.

Kevin brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and you snuggled into the warmth of the bed, looking up at him. The two of you just stared at each other, as if you were trying to memorize every detail of the other.

“Do you really have to go?” you nearly whispered, breaking the silence.

Kevin smiled sadly.

“What do you think?” he asked back.

You snorted softly, cupping Kevin’s cheek with your palm.

“I just… I love you, Kevin.” you said.

Kevin smiled softly.

“I love you too, Y/N.” he said.

You smiled and they both leaned in to meet each other with a passionate kiss. You pulled away and felt your eyelids start to droop. Kevin chuckled.

“Trying to stay up? After…” he trailed off, smirking at you.

You chuckled, blushing slightly as you remembered what the two of you finally did fifteen minutes ago.

“I don’t want to miss a single moment with you.” you answered truthfully.

Kevin placed another soft kiss on your lips again.

“Come here,” he said, holding the covers up slightly.

You moved closer to him and turned around, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s bare chest.

“I’ll always be here, okay? Even when you can’t see me,” he said.

You felt tears in your eyes but blinked them away. Tears could come later. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kissed your shoulder lightly.

“Close your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake.” he whispered and you nodded, quickly drifting off, Kevin’s warm arms around you.

The cold bed was what woke you eight hours later.

“What are you thinking about?” Jughead asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm?”

The school day had ended and the two of you were now walking to Pop’s. Jughead had offered to buy you a milkshake and you couldn’t refuse. A Winchester and free food? Come on.

“You seemed pretty deep in thought there for a minute.” the raven-haired teen said.

“Oh,” you said, letting out a forced chuckle. “Just some stuff on my mind, that’s all.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jughead asked.

You shook your head.

“Not particularly.” you said.

That was.

Jughead nodded and dropped the subject, the two of you entering a surprisingly comfortable silence as you finished the walk to Pop’s. You walked into the diner and took your seat at one of the booths as Jughead placed your order. He soon joined you and the two of you got into a heavy debate about 70s and 80s bands.

“Nuh uh!” you cut in. “Zeppelin wins every time! Don’t you remember “Stairway to Heaven?” Talk about iconic songs.”

Jughead scoffed.

“How about Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man,” huh? Or even—”

“Jughead!” a voice called from behind you.

You turned around to see the very nicely dressed black-haired teen from earlier at lunch making her way over to the two of you, the jock and the blonde girl following her.

Jughead gave you an apologetic expression before looking back up at the “fancy” teen.

“Veronica.” he acknowledged.

The girl, Veronica apparently, looked at you and smiled widely.

“Hey!” she greeted. “Got room for three more of us?”

Jughead turned his gaze back to you, ready for you to instantly say “no.”

But you didn’t.

You looked back to Veronica with a genuine smile on your face.

“Sure, why not?” you asked as you scooted over.

Veronica beamed as she took a seat next to you, Jughead looking at you with surprise. He had expected you to boot her out of there. The other two teens that were with Veronica squished in next to Jughead, forcing him to the corner of the booth.

“Veronica Lodge.” Veronica said, holding her hand out for you.

“Y/N Winchester.” you said as you took it, shaking it.

You turned to the jock who called himself “Archie Andrews” and the blonde who called herself “Betty Cooper.”

“Nice to meet you guys.” you said.

“You too.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Veronica looked back and forth between you and Jughead.

“So…” she began. “What were you guys talking about?”

And the game was afoot! Well… the debate was. Although this time, Jughead was outnumbered. Betty and Veronica had taken your side in the musical argument while Archie had taken Jughead’s. After listing countless songs and albums, you looked outside only to see it was dark. Your eyes widened as you realized you had been at the diner for hours.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” you cursed. “I need to get home. My brothers are—”

The front door swinging open abruptly interrupted you, making you quickly turn around. You sighed in relief once you realized it wasn’t Sam or Dean, but rather Castiel. Castiel quickly scanned the diner before his eyes met yours and he began to walk over to you.

“Damn.” you muttered as you faced forward again.

“What?” Veronica asked. “What’s—”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Castiel asked you as he reached the booth, unintentionally making the other teens jump.

You sighed as you pushed your hair back.

“No,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t. I was talking with my friends. Just got carried away.”

The Core Four (except Veronica who was positively radiating) smiled softly at you calling them your “friends.” Castiel sighed.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said to the other teens, his annoyed tone changing to apologetic. “But Y/N’s brothers want her home.”

“Yeah, of course.” Veronica said as she slid out of the booth so you could get out.

You waved goodbye to everyone, but your gaze lingered on Jughead just a moment longer.

“See you guys at school,” you said. “And Jug? Thanks for the milkshake. See you in English?” you asked.

Jughead smirked.

“Of course.”

You smiled at his words before you followed Castiel out of the diner, the two of you walking in silence. After a few minutes, the angel spoke.

“I-I truly am sorry for disrupting time with your new friends, Y/N.” he apologized.

You gave a small smile to the angel.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I understand.”

Castiel nodded.

“It’s Sam and Dean. They were just afraid that you…” he trailed off.

You finished his thought in your head anyway.

They were afraid that you ran away again.

“I get it,” you said before stopping. “And Castiel?”

The angel stopped as well, turning towards you.

“I-I never thanked you for what you did for me. For sticking by my side for the last year. For being there. Just… thank you.”

Castiel’s expression softened.

“It’s… no problem.” he managed to say.

You nodded and the two of you continued the walk back to the motel in comfortable silence.

“Castiel,” you called as you looked up, your voice shaky.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to keep your trembling hands steady. You sat on the side of your bed, unable to stand, your leg involuntarily bouncing up and down.

“I need you to help me.”

A beat of silence. Then you heard the sound of wings rustling.

“What is it?” the familiar gravelly voice asked, appearing in front of you.

You quickly got up, opening your mouth only to have no sound come out.

“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” the angel asked.

You shook your head.

“Cas, I need you to do something for me,” you began. “But you need to swear not to tell Sam or Dean. No matter what the outcome.”


“Y/N, of course, what—”

“No, I need to hear you say it. That you promise not to tell them, Castiel. Please. They can’t know.” you begged.

Castiel nodded, looking at you with concern.

“I promise,” he said. “What can I do?”

You took a deep breath, looking down.

“Okay. I… Um…” you began. “I-I need you to get me a pregnancy test.”

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A/N: Y’ALL KNOW HOW I LOVE MY KIDFICS. ;) Hope you enjoyed! Send me feedback!

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tbh trans percy jackson makes me emotional ?

1) circe’s whole “theres a REAL hero” is … so big on body dysphoria and just hurts more from a trans persepective

2) nico liking him as a gay man = instant validation, yes, thank you, my trans ass loves stuff like this, please thank you

3) sally jackson has done it again by being the best mother ever. probably suffers a lot of crap from fugliano to keep him treating her boy like a boy

4) the chosen one. a chosen one who is trans. the trans chosen one. the chosen trans one. (kuzko’s poison.)

5) being immediately accepted as the son of poseidon. no “daughter of poseidon” “well actually” “oh son, sorry” just. the gods automatically know. they still dont like him, but they are biased against him for other reasons and never that.

6) he and mr d dont get along. hes trans, mr d is the patron god of trans people. there could be some really funny irony there. think of the possibilities. think of them bonding. think of them realizing they’re cousins. theyre both the gay cousin. the entire greek god family tree is entirely made up of gay cousins. mr d tells him this and percy still doesnt like him but he does feel a bit less…. bad. a bit less alone.

7) just … everything. trans percy

anonymous asked:

ONE MORE trans camp half blood meme before I go to bed: The down with cis chariot

honestly all of these messages were golden and im keeping the rest For Now but this really and truly needs to be shared. the down with cis chariot is such an iconic idea im just imagining it like…. 

clarisse and will ride it around camp like they’re freakin hunger games and it’s absolutely amazing. they hold hands in the air, arms spread with serious, grim expressions on their faces. this is more than pride. this is power. this is a display of dominance, a display of hope for all the campers like them. 

the first time, everyone was astonished, but after a while, their joy rides just kind of became expected. the highlight of summer is always seeing those trans beauties take their ‘down with cis’ chariot for a spin, flags of all non-cisgender orientations flying behind them proudly. usually, it’s carried by pegasi, occasionally by a ton of other trans campers who even get to take turns with clarisse and will on the chariot, and one time… 

oh man. chiron totally pulled it. he raised his hands in the air and ran like the wind, mr. d laughing in genuine joy as the entire camp watched. he was wearing a party pony pride parade ‘68 shirt, one hand holding a genderfluid flag, the other holding a trigender flag. this was only once, and campers who werent there dont believe it ever happened. it becomes another camp tall tale, something people speak of in curious, confused whispers as the chariot pulls through the camp once more, pulled as usual by pegasi. chiron refuses to say whether or not it happened. mr. d keeps quite too; he likes to watch everyone wonder. but clarisse and will…. they know. oh, how they know. 

they speak of it like something sacred and beautiful, the way chiron speaks of elysium to frightened first-year campers. sometimes… people even believe them. and they know, with all their heart, that it was beautiful. - will

Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Seven)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Riverdale gif by @riverdaledaily

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The dull throb in your lower abdomen was what woke you up the following morning. You hissed at the pain as you opened your eyes and tried to sit up in your bed.

“Careful,” Castiel said from beside you.

He stood up and gently helped you up into a sitting position.

“You don’t want to open your stitches. You’ll have to stay off your feet for a few days.” he said.

You nodded.

“Thanks, Cas,” you mumbled. “A-Are there any painkillers I can take? My stomach; the incision is really painful.”

Castiel nodded

“Of course. Just give me a minute.” he said as he left your bedroom.

It was silent for a moment until another familiar voice spoke.

“How are you feeling?” Chuck asked.

You jumped slightly at his sudden appearance before relaxing back onto the pillows.

“Like I just had a baby.” you said with a small smile.

Chuck smirked.

“I bet.”

“Is she…” you began but stopped when you saw Chuck nodding.

“She’s with the family now.” he said.

You bit your lip and looked down, nodding.

“Is that alright?” he asked. “I know women aren’t usually put to sleep for c-sections but you had said you didn’t want to see her when she was—”

“No, I know,” you interrupted. “You did as I asked. If I saw her, I wouldn’t have been able to give her up. Thank you.”

Chuck nodded again.

It was silent again before Castiel came back into the room, holding Percocet and a glass of water. He and Chuck said their quiet hellos before Castiel handed you two pills and the water. You quickly downed the pills and the liquid, hoping that they would take effect quickly.

“The adoptive parents want you to name her,” Chuck said.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head as you gave the glass of water back to Castiel with a quiet “thank you.”

“Chuck, I can’t do that. She’s theirs now. They should be able to name her. It’s not like I even had a name picked out.” you said.

“We both know that’s not true, Y/N,” Chuck said softly.

You looked up at the man who smiled.

“‘I’m not just all-seeing, but I’m also all-hearing. I heard what you called her when you thought nobody was around. When you first felt her move. When she first kicked. Besides, the parents want you to feel like you have a connection to her.” he said.

You looked down and sighed.

“Lily,” you said quietly. “Her name is Lily.”

Lily. A simple name. But she wasn’t a simple girl. Sure, she would avoid the dangerous hunting life, but Chuck told you all about how she was guaranteed a life of adventure. College, traveling the world, amazing experiences you could only dream of. You didn’t know where she was living or who she was living with, but the way Chuck talked about the adoptive family made you feel at ease. She would be loved and provided for. That was the most important part.

However, the loss of your daughter destroyed you emotionally. You thought losing Kevin was hard, but to give up your daughter, the one last connection to your boyfriend, shredded your heart. You knew it was for the best, but it didn’t help the ache in your chest.

Although you were still in hiding, you started hunting again. You couldn’t just waltz back into the Bunker looking the way you did. You had gained only about twenty pounds during your pregnancy but that wasn’t the problem. You looked exhausted. Your hair lost its shine, you had bags under your eyes, and your cheeks had sunken in. If you came back to the Bunker now, Sam and Dean would automatically know something was off. You had to look as normal as possible. So you returned to hunting. You got back into shape. Relearned all your tricks you had shelved during your pregnancy.

It took four months. You were no longer the scared pregnant sixteen year old who had run away from home. You were seventeen now, and your old upbeat personality had hardened into one of quietness and brokenness. Your aching heart had now had walls of steel built up around it. You never wanted to experience loss like that again.

Castiel had given you a picture of the baby a little after she had turned three months old  and about a month before you returned home. You didn’t know how he got it and you burst out crying when you saw her. She may have had your eyes, but she looked so much like Kevin with her black hair and little grin she didn’t even know she was giving to the camera. Castiel apologized, saying he shouldn’t have given you the picture but you reassured him (after cleaning your tears up) that it was fine. You had a picture of your daughter and it brought you some closure you so desperately needed.

Coming back home wasn’t easy either. After eleven months of no contact from either of your brothers, getting the courage to call them to tell them you were coming home was nearly impossible. It had taken you hours of just staring at the phone in your hand before you finally got the courage to dial Dean’s number. The phone rang for a while but Dan finally picked up on the fourth ring.

“Yeah?” a gruff voice answered.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Dean?” you croaked.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice soft. “Is that you?”

You could hear him and what sounded like Sam get up.

“Yeah, it’s me.” you said quietly.

“Y/N, w-where are you? Are you safe?” Dean asked.

You nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m safe,”

You looked to Castiel next to you who nodded.

“I—Dean, I want to come home.”


“Of course, where—”

“But,” you began, cutting him off.

Dean was silent and you took a deep breath.

“But you can’t ask me any questions, okay? I come home and that’s it. No interrogation.”

“Yeah, of course, baby girl. We just want you home. Where are you? I can come and get you right—”

“It’s fine. I can drive myself. I’ll see you guys in three days.”

“Wait, Y/N—”

You hung up the phone, taking a shaky breath. If you could barely talk to Dean over the phone, how would you be able to face him in person?

A knock on your motel room door interrupted your thoughts.

“Uh, not now, Sam!” you called out.

It was Saturday and you were grateful you didn’t have school that day. After yesterday’s dress shopping drama, you had been avoiding text messages from Betty and Veronica. You knew they were going to press you for more information, and you weren’t prepared to deal with that right now.

Another knock sounded out and you groaned as you got off your bed and made your way to the door, swinging it open.

“I said, not n—oh.” you said and stopped once you saw Betty and Veronica standing outside, Veronica holding what looked to be a box of pastries.

“Not Sam.” Veronica said, a small smile on her face.

You looked at the girls with wide eyes.

“H-How did you guys find me here?” you asked.

Betty looked down guiltily.

“We kind of stalked you yesterday. To see where you lived.” she admitted.

You rose your eyebrow, shocked and impressed that they had the audacity to do that.

“I also wanted to give you these.” Veronica said as she handed the pastry box to you.

You took it hesitantly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Cupcakes. From New York,” Veronica answered.

You looked at her questionably and she sighed.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry. For interrogating you yesterday. I should’ve backed off.” she said.

You opened the box of pastries, pleasantly delighted when you saw the colorful, tasty treats.

“Are we okay?” Veronica asked, worry tinging her voice.

You managed to smile this time.

“Yeah,” you said. “We’re fine.”

Veronica squealed.

“Okay, good, because Betty here wanted to invite you over for a girls night. You, me, her, Kevin.” she said.

You froze at the name.

““Kevin?”” you croaked.

Veronica frowned.

“Kevin Keller. He goes to our school.” Betty cut in.

You felt like you could breathe again.

“Oh,” you breathed out. “Of course. Sorry, I, uh, I was thinking of someone else.”

You could tell the girls wanted to press you for more information on who “your” Kevin was and why you were living at a motel instead of a house but knowing they were treading on thin ice, decided to just nod instead.

“So… girls night? Tonight?” Veronica asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you said. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

The girls nodded again and said their goodbyes. You closed the door behind them, sliding down the door. You really didn’t want to go out, but you knew you would regret it if you didn’t go. Another knock made you get up again and open the door again, revealing Sam.

“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”

You nodded and your tallest brother stepped in your room as you closed the door behind him.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“We got a lead,” he said. “On getting out of here,”

Your heart fell.

“Some old Celtic spell,” Sam continued. “Ingredients are gonna take us a while to get but it should work.”

You were silent as you contemplated this information.

“Oh.” was all you managed to say.

At your silence, Sam decided to elaborate.

“I know this can be tough,” he said. “Packing up and leaving everyone. I’ve had to deal with it, too. If you want someone to talk to, just know I’m always here, okay?”

You smiled softly at your brother’s words.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said. “I, uh, hate to be that person after your kind reassurances, but I kinda have to get ready. I’m going over to a friend’s house for girls night later.”

“Oh, sure thing,” he said as he made his way back over your front door, opening it.

He turned back to face you.

“Just… don’t get too attached, okay?” he said tentatively.

You willed yourself not to break down right then and there.

“I never do.”

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A/N: Next chapter is girls night AND reader x Jughead. It’s gonna be a fun time. :) As usual, please send feedback! Hope you enjoyed!

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I stand for human rights, and will continue to do so, regardless of who is president. 

I stand for human rights, and will continue to do so, regardless of who is president.

I STAND FOR HUMAN RIGHTS, AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO REGARDLESS OF WHO IS PRESIDENT.

👊Fight like a girl👊