Summary: You’re on the run from your vampire soulmate who accidentally turned you. While you intended to get your freedom by running away, it is short lived because the longer you’re away from him the more your body deteriorates as you slowly die - just as the same happens to him. Finally, after two years, he finds you and you struggle to keep your resolve because he is in love with you and even if you don’t want to be, you’re in love with him.
Summary: You asked Jeff, a senior you barely knew, for a ride home while he was going on the beer run.
Warnings: Read part 1, 2, 3 and 4 on my page! Swearing. Angst. It’s kind of sad. Also it’s a little different from the show.
As soon as you walked into Monet’s, you saw Jeff. He looked exhausted. He was half sitting and half laying on a chair, in a position that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. His cap was pulled down just enough to cover his eyes.
You reached his table and sat down in front of him. He got up as soon as he heard the sound of you dragging the chair.
“Hi” he greeted, with a sad and tired voice. You noticed how he seemed to get worse day after day. His skin grew paler, the bags under his eyes turned a darker shade of purple, his lips got dryer and dryer.
“Hi” you said it back. The whistle you heard on the accident night, the same one you’ve been hearing every since then, started to echo on your ear again. You ignored it, as usual.
“How’s your family?”
He breathed in heavily.
You remained in silence. The whistle kept getting louder, something that also happened often.
“I owe you an explanation” Jeff began.
“No, you don’t” you immediately cut him off. “I misunderstood everything, I made things awkward, but I get it now. Let’s just forget about it”
“(Y/N), you misunderstood something, but not what you think you misunderstood”
“What are you talking ab-” you stopped talking. The whistle got louder than ever, turning into a deafening buzz. It grew louder and louder by the second, becoming unbearable. You shut your eyes and grabbed the edge of the table.
“What’s happening?” you barely heard Jeff’s voice, but felt his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t answer. Your head hurt. “Baby what’s the matter?”
Your grip on the table got tighter, to the point it broke beneath your fingers. The costumers, unable to see you, got scared out of their minds. In their view, that table simply broke itself.
“Let’s get out of here” Jeff said, and led you outside. You stopped at a park and sat down on the grass. “(Y/N), please, you’re scaring me”
Still frowning, you looked at him. Your vision was red and blurry, your head felt like it was being crushed. The noise wouldn’t stop.
“Remember how I told you…” you tried to speak, but it made the pain worse. “Whistle…”
“The whistle you’ve been hearing since that first night? Is that what’s bothering you?” he desperately tried to help, not knowing how.
“Too loud” you cried. “I-”
The buzz had a frequency and intonation, something you hadn’t realized until then. It was like… morse code? It came, lasted for a few seconds and stopped for a brief moment, then started again and went on like this.
“It’s like- it’s like words” you mumbled. “Jeff, I think someone’s talking to me”
As soon as you said it, the buzz stoped. It was replaced by a soft voice, not nearly as loud. It sounded like someone talking right beside you.
“And then there was Marcus. You remember the Dollar Valentine thing, right? Well, I showed up on Marcus’ list and he gave me a call” the voice said, as if it was telling a story. You remembered that voice.
“It’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. She’s talking to me” you told Jeff.
“It must be a good sign that you can hear them now” he smiled, sadly. “You must be close to waking up”
You shook your head.
“I don’t think that’s it”
“What do you think it is, then?” Jeff frowned.
“Hang on. Whatever Hannah’s saying, it sounds important” you asked. Jeff went silent and both of you sat there, in the grass, for about an hour. She talked and talked and everything she said sounded awful. She was being abused at school and she had no one to talk to. That’s why she was there, standing beside my bed, talking to my unconscious body.
“Well, that was number six. I have to leave now. I’ll come back tomorrow for number seven” Hannah said, after she finished the whole Marcus story. “I hope you get better soon. You seem like a nice girl. I’d like it if we became friends”
And then she left. You decided that, when and if you woke up, you’d become Hannah’s best friend and stand up for her.
“Jeff?” you called. He was distant, lost in thoughts, but looked at you immediately when you called his name. “She just left. We can talk now”
He held my hand.
“I have to tell you something. Explain myself”
“Jeff, it doesn’t matter. Soon you’ll wake up and I’ll be gone” you said. Before he could say anything, you kept going. “This morning, my mom told my grandparents that the doctors said I’ll probably never wake up. I hurt my head badly, and I haven’t been responding to the medication. They’re going to turn off my life support in three days. I’m dying”
Jeff’s mouth hung open.
“Baby I’m so sorry…” he held you on his arms and it felt like the safest place on earth. You gently pulled away, tears escaping your eyes.
“If I’m not the one for you, if you don’t feel the same way I do, you’ve gotta stop holding me the way you do”
“(Y/N), you are the one for me” he cupped your face with his hands. “I didn’t say so before because I didn’t want to be a weight on your life”
You gave him a light push.
“You’re an idiot! It wasn’t your choice to make… besides, you couldn’t possibly be a weight for me” you sighed. Jeff smiled again, that lazy smile of his, and kissed you passionately.
After a while, you decided to take it somewhere else. Even though no one could see you, it was definitely weird having a makeout session on the middle of a town square.
Jeff took you to a greenhouse on the next day. You would watch the sunset there. He looked ill and worn out, but made his best effort to look fine. You both climbed up to the roof, sitting there and waiting. The sun slowly faded in the horizon while you held hands.
“Hey there” Hannah’s voice interrupted the moment. It scared you enough to make you jump a little. Jeff glanced at you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Not wrong, just weird. I mean, Hannah’s back. People have been talking to me all the time since yesterday, but I still didn’t got used to it. It’s like they’re right next to us, but I can’t see them”
“So, number seven. Zach Dempsey” Hannah kept going with her story. You didn’t really understood why she was telling it like it was a list, labeling people with numbers and stuff like that.
“Can’t you hear anything?” you asked him, when Hannah took a break from her and Zach’s story.
“Not really” he shrugged.
“Why?” you insisted.
“Jesus, I don’t know” he laughed uncomfortably. “Maybe you’re more spiritually developed than me”
You rolled your eyes. Then something hit you.
“What’s your current state?” you asked.
Jeff looked at you like you were an alien. Then, he pinched himself in the arm.
“Solid” he answered.
“That’s not- you’re such an idiot” you laughed. “I mean, you never told me why you’re here. Are you in a coma? It’s probably an induced coma. You would be in a lot of pain if you woke up now. Your body needs time to heal. That’s why they put you in an induced coma”
“How come every time you ask me a question you answer it yourself?” he asked, and held you on his arms.
“Not every time” you denied, smiling. “I mean, only occasionally”
“I have to tell you something” Jeff kissed your forehead. You sat straight in a heartbeat, but not because of his words, but because something was wrong.
“Well anyway, I decided to try him” Hannah’s voice came back.
“Are you okay?” Jeff asked.
You grabbed his hand so firmly you were pretty sure your nails hurt him.
“My heart” you said. “Something is wrong”
You pressed your free hand against your chest and waited. Nothing happened.
“My heart is not beating” you whispered.
“I wrote a letter-” Hannah’s voice was interrupted by a loud noise. A machine was beeping like crazy.
“(Y/N)?!” Both Hannah and Jeff screamed your name.
“Somebody help her!” Hannah yelled. You heard more voices. Someone telling her to back away. Someone shouting “Page cardio!”. Jeff talking to you.
“I can’t hear you” you cried to him. “So many… voices!”
He picked you up and got down the roof. Carrying you in his arms, he ran away from the greenhouse. You read his lips. He was saying “stay alive, stay alive”.
You couldn’t see where he was heading. Your body kept going into shock. It was the defibrillator. They yelled “Charge to 200!” and “Clear!”, then it hit your chest and it hurt like hell. It felt like you were being electrocuted.
You looked up to the stars. They were just a blur on the sky, since Jeff was running with you on his arms.
The noise from the hospital started to fade away slowly. You could now hear clearly while Jeff still whispered like a mantra: “Stay alive, (Y/N), stay alive”.
“Jeff?” you called.
“Hey baby. We’re almost there, okay? I’m taking you to the hospital” he cried.
“It won’t help” you told him, but he kept running. “Jeff. Jeff. Jeff, please, stop!”
He did as you said. He looked at you, desperate, and you smiled weakly at him.
“Let’s sit down for a moment, okay?” you asked. He nodded, crying his eyes out. You sat in front of a place you recognized as the small farm where you learned to ride a bike. Yeah, it really was near the hospital. Only a few blocks away. You didn’t realize it until now.
“Baby I’m sorry. I don’t know how to help you” he whispered.
“It’s okay… it doesn’t hurt” you said.
“You don’t have to lie” he ran his fingers through your hair. “They’re defibrillating you. It must hurt like a bitch”
You managed to laugh a little.
“I know that we just met and maybe this is too much” he started, but struggled to say the words he wanted because he was crying so, so hard.
“Charge to 360!”
Your body jumped and Jeff held you tighter.
“The thing is, even in that short amount of time, we got to know each other. We shared a story, an intense story, we’ve been through a lot together” he said. You tried to respond, but it was too hard. “You were… you are” he corrected himself “an important part of my life. And I love you, (Y/N). I really really do”
Your fingers gently caressed his face. Your mouth opened up to say it back. It was a huge struggle, but he needed to know. You had to say it back.
“Charge to 360! Again, people, again!”
Your body jumped again and, with a desperate grasp for air, you lifted yourself enough to sit down. You looked around and the sudden brightness blinded you for a second. The hospital. You were at the hospital. They brought you back before you could say it.
“No, no, no!” you screamed.
“Miss (Y/L/N), calm down” somebody said. “Tell Rose to call her parents”
“Let me go, I need to tell him! Where is he?” you cried, and grabbed one of the doctors by the arm. “Sir, I need to see him. Take me to his room, he can hear me, I know he can. I heard you all!”
You looked around frantically and saw Hannah’s pale and scared face.
“Hannah! Hannah, I heard you! If I can hear you, he can hear me!” you tried to make them listen, but they kept trying to push you down. “Please don’t sedate me, please, I just need to tell him. I need to tell him!”
“Make way. Make way” a male voice said. The older doctor who claimed to be friends with my parents showed up in my sight. “(Y/N), sweetheart, do you remember me?”
“Richard Webber” you finally recognized him. “Richard, please, I need to see him. I have to tell him!”
“Calm down, okay? Who do you need to see?” he asked, although something in his eyes told you he already knew.
“Jeff! Jeff Atkins!”
“Do you mean the boy who was in the car with you?” Richard asked.
“Yes, yes, that’s the one!”
Everybody looked away. The doctors started to leave the room, and the only ones who remained were Richard, Hannah and you. Neither of them seemed to be able to look you in the eyes.
“Richard, please, it’s very important. I have something to tell him, he needs to know” your voice didn’t sound as loud as before. Your screaming turned into a sorrowful whine.
“(Y/N)… Jeff flew out the window. The car landed right above him-”
“I already know that” you sighed. “Just tell me where he is right now”
“What I’m trying to tell you is… the car crushed his skull, spinal cord and ribs. That means he didn’t make it. He passed away instantly”
That couldn’t be happening.
“That’s not true. He told me…” you started.
What? What did he tell you? He never said he was alive. He never mentioned he was in a coma. You just assumed it all.
As you thought about it, you realized just how many clues he gave you. He didn’t let you look while they took his body from under the car. He mentioned several times that he didn’t have a life anymore, that he would never play baseball again and he would never go to college. He never said it was because of his injuries or amputations. Once again, you just assumed.
“Oh my god” you fell apart, and the warm tears ran across your face. Jeff was dead. He knew it all along. That’s what he meant when he said he didn’t want to be a weight on your life. He knew just how painful it would be for you, this very moment, when you woke up and realized he was gone. “I didn’t got the chance to tell him”
Hannah walked towards you and hugged you.
“Hannah, he told me he loved me and I didn’t get a chance to say it back. I was about to… then I woke up here” you sobbed.
“I’m sure he knows. Wherever he is, he knows” she said.
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“Auntie (Y/N)” you heart a childish voice calling you. You looked away from the book you were reading and saw your best friend’s six year old toddler. His bright blue eyes were wide open and staring at you.
“Have I and you paint that together?” he pointed at a big painting hanging on your living room’s wall. “Because I know to read and it says on the corner ‘Jeff and (Y/N), 2017’. But I are confused because I are born in long after 2017”
You laughed softly.
“Well, that was another Jeff. He was a friend of mine, and also of your mommy and daddy” you explained. “He was such a good friend that your mommy and daddy named you after him”
“So the name of his was Jeffrey Baker Jensen?”
“No, baby” you picked him up. “Just Jeff”
“Are your babies named after people too?” Jeff asked. “Is sister of mine Heather named after people?”
“No. We only name our babies after people when they’re really really special” you said, smiling. “Would you like to see a picture of Jeff? I have one near the fireplace”
“I dooooo” he yelled, and giggled.
“You two actually look alike, did you know that? He had blue eyes and brown hair just like yours”
“We’re twins!” baby Jeff yelled again, then he frowned. “Where are Uncle Jeff right now?”
“He’s on the sky. He’s a star now”
“Does that mean he lives with the moon and asteroids and comets and astronauts and spaceships and aliens?”
“Well, it definitely sounds like him” you giggled.
Wherever he was, you knew it was a better place. You could almost see him living new adventures, watching lobsters fight and playing baseball, forever young, dreamy and beautiful. You still loved him and would love him forever. And even though you never got the chance to tell him that, deep in your heart you were sure he knew.
“Looks like someone’s cranky today,” you sighed, as the writing on your wrist flowed in a stream of invectives. Whoever you soulmate was, he had a very extensive and colorful vocabulary.
“If you had to deal with James T. Kirk everyday, you’d be cranky too!” Came the writing again.
You’d started seeing it show up soon after you joined the Enterprise for the five year mission and thus a strange form of drawn out flirting had begun. The man had been very reluctant to even have a soulmate in the first place, so you’d both agreed not to give out personal information until you both were comfortable with the connection. You enjoyed dropping occasional hints every so often to see if he’d pick up on them.
“Good thing I’m on Gamma shift then. Good night. Computer, lights off.”
You snuggled under your covers with a smile, wondering what he’d do with this new tidbit of information.
You had heard of the soulmate writing, but yours hadn’t shown up for an unusually long time and when it did, it surprised you.
“Five years in space. God help me,“You saw appearing on your wrist that day the Enterprise leapt into warp to start the five year mission.
“Don’t sound so excited.” You said out loud, secretly thrilled at what it signified.
“Who are you and what is this??” Came the writing. You started and flushed, realizing that your words had been seen in his end.
“Um, I think this means we’re soulmates.”
There was nothing for several minutes than a simple “There must be a mistake. I don’t do relationships.”
Ouch. Well, that wasn’t a good sign.
“Why not?” You said cautiously.
“I’m horrible at them, that’s why. The ex took the whole planet in the divorce. There’s no way I’m putting myself through that again.”
“So, you’re just going to ignore the connection?” You replied, heart sinking.
“Yes. Don’t believe in fate anymore.”
“Too bad,” you managed. “Sorry for inconveniencing you.”
After that, you pushed your sleeve over your wrist and did your best to utterly ignore any more writing, inwardly crushed over the rejection. You’d waited years for this?
Much as you wanted to never see the writing again, you couldn’t help but watch sometimes to see what the man was like. You figured out that he was definitely alpha shift due to the writing being mostly absent during your shift.
Judging by the stream of medical jargon, you managed to gather that he was a doctor, a very stressed one most of the time and some days, didn’t appear to sleep at all. Also, You couldn’t count how many times “Dammit, Jim!” appeared and guessed he was often around the captain.
“Poor guy” you thought.
After a few months of this weird avoidance dance, you were eating supper in the mess and poured out your woes to Nyota Uhura, a fellow communications officer that you really admired, but didn’t get to see much.
“So, whoever he is doesn’t want anything to do with me and it’s really frustrating.” You told her.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Do you know who he is?”
“No. I promised I wouldn’t pry. Being able to see whatever he says feels invasive enough. However, I’m sure he’s a doctor and works Alpha shift. Also, he swears a LOT, particularly at the captain.”
At these words, Nyota’s face lit up and she smiled excitedly.
“Do you know who it is?” You asked, coming to full alert at her knowing expression.
“I think I do,” she grinned. “If it is who I think it is, you’ve got a very good man as your soulmate. He really is jaded, though, especially when it comes to women. I could put in a good word for you, if you like.”
“Maybe subtly, but it probably won’t do any good. He can’t stand the thought of me.”
You looked down. “That’s not true,” appeared suddenly. “I’m just really bad at this.”
“Couldn’t hurt to try. Maybe you’ll run into him one of these days and he’ll see just what he’s missing.”
She winked encouragingly at you and you mustered up a smile as she went to rejoin Spock.
“I hope you’ll give me a chance one of these days,” you said out loud. “You sound like a good guy.”
“And you’re way too good for me, but I’ll think about it. I’m guessing you’re in communications, because half the time, I have no idea what the writing even means.”
“You’re right, mysterious doctor,” you replied. “And when you’re ordering your staff around, it’s like a foreign language to me, so we’re even.”
There was a pause and you wondered if he was laughing and what his laugh sounded like.
“I admit, I’ve never been called mysterious before. Kinda like it. I’m usually known for being very transparent in my mannerisms.”
You chuckled at that.
“That’s very obvious. Good thing the Captain likes you.”
“He has a healthy fear of me, too.”
After that “chat”, the ice was broken and the two of you consciously took time to talk the times you were going on/getting off shift. You learned that he had a delightful sarcastic sense of humor and a definite Southern drawl that came through when he was in certain moods.
You were just at the point where you were going to exchange names when you came down with a bug in the middle of your shift and were sent back to your quarters to rest.
You slept fitfully for awhile, but woke up with horrible nausea and ended up puking your guts out in between bouts of chills and fever. It got to the point where you knew you needed Medbay, but just couldn’t get the strength to get there.
“Help. I’m sick.” You croaked out to your wrist, hoping he’d see it and wasn’t too busy.
“What’s wrong?” appeared seconds later and you breathed a sigh of relief.
“Fever and chills plus horrible vomiting. Even water won’t stay down,” you informed weakly, shuddering as a wave of dizziness passed over you.
“Can you get to Medbay or should I come get you?”
“I think I’m gonna need hauled there. This is really bad.”
You hated admitting this, but you had never been so sick and you were honestly scared. You knew your soulmate would understand.
“Okay. Where are your quarters?”
You spoke the location as clearly as possible and huddled back under the blankets. Miserable as you were, your pulse quickened with anticipation of finally seeing and hearing your soulmate for the first time.
It wasn’t long before you heard the door chime and spoke the command to open it.
A tall man in medical blue came in with a hover stretcher and approached your bed with tricorder in hand.
“Lieutenant Y/N, Y/L/N?” He asked you, already looking you up and down with a doctor’s eye. You liked that voice right away. It was deep and rich and soothing.
“I might as well own up to it,” you answered, with an attempt at a smile. “No point in secrecy anymore.”
“Right,” the doctor smiled sheepishly. “I’m Dr. Leonard McCoy, in case you hadn’t already figured it out.”
You gaped as he began to scan you with the tricorder.
“Really?” You squeaked. “The Doctor McCoy, famous captain wrangler, genius surgeon and CMO rumored to possess legendary hands?”
He sighed and shook his head, face flushing a bit.
“You forgot stubborn mule, bitter divorcee and well-known aviophobe,” he added, looking at his tricorder. He frowned and pulled out a hypo.
“You’ve got the new flu but that’s going around. Sickbay’s been flooded with cases, but yours might require a longer stay. You’re pretty dehydrated and that fever is really high. I’m going to give you something for that, then we’ll get you to Sickbay, okay?”
You nodded, not taking your eyes off of him. You wished you had met him under better circumstances, because good heavens he was attractive and you were a complete wreck at the moment.
The hypo was gently administered and you scooted to the edge of the bed so he could help you onto the stretcher. Strong arms lifted you and you were settled onto it and strapped in neatly. You planned to watch him all the way to Medbay, but your exhausted body had other ideas and you fell asleep mid transit.
Because I just had this image and it made me beyond happy
Bog. Knows. Sign. Language.
Can you imagine that? That Marianne has no idea until later on.
She had an incident with Roland where a little deaf fairy had gone up to them. So excited to see the Princess and the soon-to-be couple. She’d run up to them in her sweet purple dress of lilac and verbena, curtsied low, and he her very best to speak. Mostly with her hands. A few slow, well sounded out words here and there-
And Roland had brushed her off.
Had pushed the girl aside and continued on his way. Scoffing at the child who held her hands up, fingers splayed, Looking up at him with huge, shocked eyes. The girl had looked betrayed, Marianne remembered. She’d looked despaired. But Marianne could do little about it and kept her arm hooked with her fiance and continued on.
It’s been two years. One year since she’d fallen into the Dark Forest and, subsequently, fallen in love. Another year since she’d been in the favor of the King of said Dark Forest. And the time for him to go with her, at the beginning of Spring to her side of the Primroses, has come.
They cross the border as King and Princess. The Fairies keep their distance. They’re always skeptical about these new creatures of legends. The Goblins are things of bedtime stories, and none of them end well for the Fairies. The crowds part around them. The gaggles of fair ladies and nervous gentleman eying the scaly creature.
There is only one who didn’t realize.
Unable to hear the drop in sound, the little girl, two years older (but no less fond of the color purple) accidentally runs through the crowd searching for her parents. She runs right into the path of the couple.
There is a collective gasp. The women and men all watching the girl, who now stands at the feet of the King Goblin, and wonder what will happen next.
The girl, desperate to explain herself, quickly babbles around her messy strings of words, hands flying up in apology, trying to form her mouth around what her hands can do much quicker-
Bog Kneels. There’s another gasp. His teeth so close. His claws, raising up, going even closer than that still.
And then his claws begin to move.
Marianne could remember no other moment where she’d been more in love with the Bog King than the one where he’d spoken to the girl in a language that was all her own. Took the time. The fear in her eyes sparked into quick appreciation and then, soon after, adoration. And Marianne knew her eyes must have looked the same. The little girls fingers flying in the air. Bog laughed, throwing his head back to cackle before replying in full, and whatever he said had the child giggling herself pink.
He would say goodbye. And later on, he’d tell Marianne that he’d given the child an open invitation. “There are so many creatures on mah land that cannai speak much. We use that language often. She’d be able ta practice. Maybe she could be a translator fer the Kingdom’s when she’s not such a wee bairn.”
“I’m sure she’d adore you even more for it.”
“I do what I can.”
His Princess just takes his hands in hers. New hands. All new and fresh. “Show me?” (I love you.)
Prompt: I got requested to do a rucas modern ‘true loves kiss’. Anon wanted Riley as the one who was asleep but I remembered the david nolan/mary margeret arc from OUAT and felt inspired. So in this one Lucas is the one who’s “asleep.” I hope that’s okay anon and I hope you enjoy it anyway. xoxo Word Count:3,330
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Ever since she could remember Riley Matthews has wanted to help people. When she was a child her parents would tell her that her empathy and compassion for others was because she was a product of true love. A concept that, of course, she didn’t really understand at the time. She saw it in the fairy tales and got to witness it firsthand growing up, how amazing and life changing true love could be, but never really understood that level of intimacy or what it meant.
In her teenage years she dabbled in the dating world under the impression that in order to find true love she’d have to kiss a few frogs…lizards…and maybe even a turtle or two. But nothing ever stuck. So after years of unsuccessfully trying to find something real she put her heart and her mind to her first real love, helping people.
Although she majored in journalism in college she was sure to spend her free time doing right by others. She donated to charities and volunteered for organizations she supported. It wasn’t much but she always did what she could. Just knowing she was making a difference always put a smile on her face.
And as luck would have it, her aunt Morgan, managed to get a job upstate as a physician in the ICU which meant Riley had an in at the hospital. She quickly became a favorite among the workers there, always willing to grab them coffee or lunch and sometimes even just sitting with patients who didn’t get any visitors.
So I noticed how Gerard always starts his tweeting day with “Good morning!” While Lola logs off with “Good night!”
I’m still suspicious that Gerard controls Lola’s twitter as well as his own, and if thats the case then this little quirk is adorable. Either way, whoever’s in charge, it must be a deliberate thing to have Lola sign off with “good night”. And it’s really nice how that synchs up with Gerard’s tweeting habits. I just think they’re really cute.
mini drabble prompt: Klaus & Caroline secretly write letters/emails to each other after 5x11.
Warning: allusions to Damon’s awfulness.
Send You The News
Damon walking into her
dorm room, without knocking, was an
annoyance Caroline had sadly gotten used to. She’d even come to find the happy
little sigh Elena let out every single
time a little cute.
Just kidding, it was
totally icky and she didn’t bother to hide her rolling eyes. Not that either of
She barely looks up
from the section she’d highlighting in her Biochem text as Damon starts
yapping, though she grimaces at the soft squishy noises of PDA. Seriously,
Damon had a whole giant house a
reasonable drive away. Did they have to get touchy feely in a tiny shared room?
She tunes them out
until she hears the word mail.
Then Caroline’s out of
her seat, leaving her ergonomic chair spinning, and across the room at full vampire
speed. She manages to snatch the pile of letters from his hand before he can
think to attempt to hold them out of her reach.
A good thing because
she might have tried to draw a little blood before she could consider the
consequences. Namely, ruining the rug and having to endure Elena pouting long after Damon healed from his minor
Summary: While in captivity, you start to make friends with Sam and Steve, and begin to understand what’s going on between the avengers. An attempt to intervene when Bucky turns Winter Soldier doesn’t end so well.
Pairing: Bucky x shifter!reader
Word Count: 2,500
Warnings: angst, violence, Bucky attacks you
A/N: next installment of my civil war rewrite! I can’t believe the response this has gotten so far - thank you guys! (can we just appreciate Seb in that gif? Dear jesus those muscles)
(Y/N) and Daveed are rival aspiring recording artist trying to make it big in the hood. But, Daveed is also a drug dealer to make money and pay his rent. (Y/N) is a dancer for music videos on the side.
AU: Inner City/ Hood Au
Warnings: Cursing, Sexual Clipping. Lyrics, Sexual humor, Sexual behavior, mentioning of drugs and alcohol, use of drugs.
Word Count:2,842 (It’s a lot lovelies)
Beep beep! Beep beep!
Daveed was sprawled across his bed as his alarm went off. He groaned and rose up from his current position. He scratched his head and mindlessly turned off his alarm clock.
“Fuck….What time is it….?” He turns his head and sees that it’s already 9:30 pm. As he picked up his phone, the screen lit up with several text alerts.
Rafa- Yo, D! Are we still up for working on that song you were writing @ the studio? Groff is buying us some studio time! [8:00 am]
Ant- Daveed, do you got what I need? I’ll be there when you call. You have till 3:45 pm sharp. My boss will kill me if I don’t have it.😫[8:30 am]
Groff- You on your way? Studio opens in 15min.[9:05am]
Rafa- Also I got us a performance for an opening act at the club for some chick new to the game, but it starts at 4:30 pm! Our first gig up we gotta be there on time!![9:10]
“Shit, I’m late!”
He picks up his backpack, his pen, a little black notebook, his glasses, his phone, one bag filled with Molly, another filled with cocaine, and finally a bag filled with weed. He jumped out of his apartment window and ran five blocks to get to the studio.
As soon he got to the studio he looked across the street. Across the street, there was a rival studio that opened up. The building looked clean and modern. But in an inner city grudge way. He sees a group of girls, four girls to be exact. They all gossiped amongst themselves but one out of the four girls caught his eye. She had (H/L) (H/C) in an (H/S), her skin was a perfect (S/T) that complimented her beautiful (E/C). She was quite voluptuous and had a curvy figure. He found himself checking her out. One of her friends tapped her shoulder and pointed to Daveed.
Philippa smirked and whispered to (Y/N).
“Ya know (N/N), he’s pretty hot….” She turns around noticed that Daveed was checking her out.
“And it seems like you are his type.~” Philippa taps (Y/N). (Y/N) turns around and puts her hands on her hips. (Y/N) looks at Daveed, checking him out for a quick second. Daveed smirks and winks at her suggestively. She blushes and quickly turns away.
“H-He is pretty handsome, but he is part of Lin Star Studios. It won’t work out.” Jasmine rolls her eyes.
“You would probably bang him if he was in our studio.” Renee giggles and walks up the staircase to the door.
“C’mon girls we’re gonna be late.” Jasmine, Renee, and Philippa continue up the stairs. (Y/N) looked back at Daveed. She winks at him and blows a kiss at him. Daveed smirks and catches it. He blows a kiss back. Jasmine looks back and shouts at (Y/N).
“(N/N), you coming?”
(Y/N) shouts back, “Yea! I’m coming!”
(Y/N) runs up the stairs and waves Daveed goodbye. Daveed checks her out as she walks off. Rafa grabs Daveed’s shoulder and pulls him to look at him. Rafa punches his shoulder.
“D, where the hell have you been!?”
Daveed smiled and punches his shoulder in return.
“Late start. Couldn’t bring myself to get up. Now let’s get to the studio. I have a finished song.“
“But what the other song?”
“That one will have to take a while.”
Daveed walks into the studio and Jonathan looked at him in pure acrimony. His face was as red as a tomato.
“D!!! What the hell is up with you and being on time!”
“I was writing a song but it’s not finished.”
Rafa rolls his eyes heavily.
“You said you have 2 songs!”
“The first one is currently being on hold! I had a burst of…”
He began to think about (Y/N). Her curves, her flawless (S/T), and her (H/L) (H/C). The more he thought about the more lustful his thoughts would become he instantly came up with a song. It may have been a bit explicit but it was his first performance. Go big or go home.
Daveed sits down at his desk and instantaneously write erotic and coarse verses in his notebook. He creates a title that gives the song justice. “Hot Fuck, No Love”.
“Ayo Rafa!!! Can you make me a beat in about a half an hour?”
Rafa’s eyes widen in horror.
“Thirty minutes!?! D, I know you can rush when you get inspiration but this is insane!”
“I’m a busy guy and we need this done quick! This is the opening act for tonight’s show.”
“Alright D, I’ll try! But no promises it’s gonna be in 30 minutes on the dot!”
Daveed smiles as he walks into the recording studio and he puts on his headphones.
Jasmine, Philippa, and (Y/N) Walk out the dance studio sweating and practically gasping for air. They were working on the choreography for (Y/N)’s first ever show as a recording artist. Philippa choreographed it, and Jasmine added some finishing touches to make the dance as clean and attractive as possible.
“Damn that choreo took us forever.” Philippa wiper several beads of sweat off her forehead. She takes a quick sip from her water bottle and sighs in relief.
Jasmine sat down in a seat in the break room.
“You’re telling me! Besides, you made the choreo to easy and childish. (Y/N) is now 22, Remember? She’s a grown woman! She should be able to choreo that’s a bit more complex and….Explicit~”
(Y/N) sighs in relief and giggles.
“Thanks for helping me out girls it really means a lot to me! You guys are experienced artist taking time out of your day to help me out!”
Philippa smiles and Jasmine gets up and hugs her.
“But we are also your best friends,” Jasmine stated with a smile.
“And best friends are always there for each other!”
Philippa piggybacked on what Jasmine said with a kind smile that caused her cheeks to become rosy. She checks her watch and sighs.
“Hey, Jasmine! We gotta go! We can’t be late for studio time! The song is due tomorrow!!”
Jasmine quickly gets up and runs to the studio.
“Well, what are we waiting for let’s go!! See ya (Y/N)! Your first ever session starts in 10 minutes! Don’t be late!”
“Trust me I won’t! See ya!”
(Y/N) boils some water in a kettle on a hot plate to make herself some tea. Renee walks up to her with two mugs and honey for their tea.
“Hey (N/N), how is your performance set coming along? You’ve been working on that for weeks!”
“It’s going well…Well..I guess…I’m just really nervous!! It’s my first ever performance with the first songs I’ve ever written!!! None of them were recorded yet! I mean what if I fuck up the tempo! What if the tracks get lost! And don’t get me started on the choreo!!”
Renee giggles and puts her hand on her shoulder. She looks into her eyes and smiles.
“(Y/N), listen to me. I recommended you for a reason. You are extremely talented and pretty experienced on the mic for a fresh out of the hood artist with no training. And your singing voice is just to die for. The R&B and Hip Hop game alike need more females like you! You will do great! Now drink your tea and get in the recording studio! You gotta record your songs before you perform, honey! Also, you have to go shopping with Jazzy right after! Remember we have a schedule!”
(Y/N) smiles. Renee was always there for her when it came to her music. They were close ever since they were kids. She always knew what to say.
She pours her piping hot water into her cup and makes her tea.
“I think I’m ready to record my first ever set, Renee!”
“That’s what I’m talking about, (N/N)! Let’s get in the studio!”
“Alright, Alright!!! What’s up party people!?”
The club was packed and the crowd goes wild as while the MC rallies the crowd up! Young women and men are screaming for Daveed. Some were chanting his name, others were saying things that you probably shouldn’t say in public. Talent scouts came to the club for Rising Stars night. Once a week aspiring recording artist who were trying to make it big would perform a set that contains 6 songs. They were looking for young men and women between the ages of 17-25 who can sing, and/or rap their hearts out and who age well.
Luckily, Daveed and (Y/N) fit the criteria.
Daveed just turned 24 about month ago but he was writing verses since he was 18 years old. He would rap along to gangsta rap songs as a kid. He looks a fairly young and had an amazing body.
(Y/N) just turned 22 about a month and a half ago. As a birthday present, she got a top of the line laptop with music creating software and a notebook for songwriting. She has been singing since she was 4 years old and dancing since she was 6. She looks like she is still 18 and is extremely curvy.
Rafa took out his computer as he walked over to Daveed with the file for the instrumental open.
Daveed walks into the stage and waved at the crowd. Jasmine smirked and pointed on stage.
“Ayo, (Y/N)! Your boyfriend is the opening act. It must be a good sign!~ You better bring it tonight!”
(Y/N) blushed as Daveed walked onstage stopping at up center stage. He turned around and sees (Y/N). He winks at her and smirks.
Daveed began to think about (Y/N ) again while he was on stage. He thought of the lustful inspiration that drove him to create his song. He breathed in and looked up at the crowd. He began to rap his first of the verse of his song.
“Finger on the button.
That Cold War threat.
Finger on the button.
Got that lover in a cold sweat.”
Some members of the audience were in awe at the fact he could rap, other were bumping and grinding up against the person next to them. Talent scouts were taking notes on Daveed. He continued to perform and he turned his head to (Y/N)’s direction. He sees her dancing, swaying her hips in a hypnotic motion. He smirks and walks off, still rapping but is staring (Y/N) dead in eyes. Like a lion looking at his mate.
“Your loving on such and such
And so what is love?
It’s just a frame of mind
And boxed in by sex,”
His hands trace (Y/N)’s curves and hold on her hips as they swayed from behind her. Her hands wrapped his neck as she swayed her hips back and grinds up against him. His lips brushed up against her ear as he continued to rap. His tone changed to seductive and flirtatious.
And the single is intoxicating
And all the waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing
Where’s the lotion?~”
As his performance came to a close, he walked back up onto the stage. As the outro of the song, rolled in he walked off the stage winking at (Y/N).
Jasmine and Renee are giggling and teasing (Y/N) [Who is currently red in the face] while Philippa does her makeup.
“Soo…(Y/N)….And Daveed… ~”
Renee chuckles at the thought and (Y/N) blushes and sighs.
“It was probably just for show.”
“Or it’s a good luck charm from the sex gods” Jasmine chimes in, giggling.
Philippa rolls her eyes.
“You guys are such children. Let’s just focus on the gig for now. When we get to (Y/N)’s place to chill, we can talk about Daveed, the god of rap and sex. Alright?”
Philippa had a smirk as she finished (Y/N)’s makeup and addressed the girls.
The MC began to speak again as (Y/N) walked towards the stage. Daveed passed (Y/N) whispered in her ear.
“Good luck, beautiful~”
“Introducing, (Y/N) (L/N)!!!”
She walked on stage while she received at cat calls from Daveed, other men and some women in the crowd. Several teens who snuck in the club look at her in awe. She took a deep breath and began to sing.
(The song you are singing is called Gangsta by Kehlani)
“I need a Gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do.
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That’s just what gangsta’s do.”
Everyone in the audience stared at you in awe, especially Daveed. Talent scouts quickly took notes. She danced and swayed to the beat in perfect timing. She noticed Daveed’s eyes grazing over her body. She walked downstage and gets on all fours crawling across the stage towards Daveed. She gets up and bends down to be at Daveed’s eye level. (Y/N) lifted up his chin and begins to sing once again. Her voice is sweet, seductive and alluring while she sings to Daveed.
“My freakness is on the loose
And running all over you~
Please take me to places, that nobody,
You got me hooked up on the feeling!
You got me hanging from the ceiling
Got me up so high I’m barely breathing
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me,
Don’t let me go~”
(Y/N) gets up and walks downstage and finished her first song, leaving Daveed mesmerized. Throughout (Y/N)’s set, Daveed couldn’t help but stare. He felt like he was on Molly, weed and LSD all at once ever since she looked at him and vice versa. When (Y/N) finally ended her performance, she blew a kiss at Daveed and that what got him going. His heart began to race and he felt like he was on Cloud Nine until Rafael grabbed his shoulder.
“Ayo D you did great!! The scouts look impressed.”
“Huh?! O-Oh yea! Thanks man! Wanna head back to my place? I gotta some Hennessey!”
Rafa and Daveed walked outside only to see a limo waiting for them.
A medium lengthed hair man and a dark suit walked out of the limo. The man has a kind smile.
“Lin!! What are you doin’ here?”
“I heard today was your first show from one of my people. But I’m also here for my…..Stuff.”
Lin was the most powerful and well known mafia boss in the city and Daveed was his dealer. But nobody was scared of him. He is more kind than menacing. He anonymously donates millions of dollars to orphanages and charity. He loves children and classic oldies. He was a gentle soul but if you get him pissed you better pray. He once had hired someone to kill a man since he doesn’t like blood on his hands. He owns Lin Star studios to give him a cover up.
Daveed smiles and puts his hands in his pockets.
“Yea I got your stuff but how are you gonna pay me back.”
“I’ll pay you back based on the quality and quantity. Besides I wanted to throw you a celebration for you performance. Ya know as a late birthday present from your old pal.”
“Aight, man. It’s a deal.”
Lin hands the weed to Oak and the Molly to Anthony to try. Lin rolled up a hundred dollar bill for the cocaine. The three men tried it all at once. They all nodded in approval.
“Alright…I’ll throw a party at your place, give you a ride home, unlimited studio time, and about $230 bucks.”
“Good. Now you and your friend get in the car. I may have a hella lot of money but no enough time. That unfortunately I cannot buy.”
Okay, so. David Duchovny is travelling around America, giving all these interviews about how if he is a betting man, The X-files new season is happening.
We’re talking about doing more of those soon.
We are talking about doing more “X-Files” soon
David: If I was a betting person, I’d say yes. But I lost bets before. But if I was a better, I’d say yes.Q: Give your girl, Gillian a call! Get her on that. David: Okay. I’ll give her a call
And we are talking about maybe doing some more and I’m kind of excited, you know.
Today I see Emma Kennedy tweeting to Gillian Anderson about Agent Scully and The X-files while on her way to shoot something with her.
Hoping she’ll give me the inside line on that pesky Trump impeachment. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE X FILES WEREN’T REAL? SHUDDDDUP.
To London, to do a spot of filming with my favourite FBI agent @GillianA.
Are they trying to make me mad? Cause it is working. In January there was the panel with David & Mitch where they were not even allowed to talk about it. And now all these things are happening. Is there a new season? Am I reaching? Am I losing my mind? Possibly, yes. But it’s not my fault, it’s theirs. They don’t give us anything, then small things like this come to our way and here I am, thinking… This must be a good sign, right? 😂😂 I need to know!! I want Mulder off that damn bridge. Just tell me that Scully saves his cute ass and brings him down from that bridge. Just announce it already. Pretty please.
Will You Be My Fake Boyfriend? (Vic Fuentes - Pierce The Veil)
Word Count: 1,661
Some guy had been following you for a few blocks now and you were
starting to get a little creeped out. In front of you stood four guys laughing
and joking with each other then you got an idea to throw the creep off you.
Three of the guys headed into a restaurant the while one wearing a black beanie
scrolled through his mobile. You approach him and tap him cautiously on the
shoulder; he turns to face you with a confused look on your face.
‘Can I help you?’
You nod your head quickly.
You attach your lips to his and feel his body stiffen then relax after a
couple of seconds. You pull back and he smiles.
‘Now I don’t mind a pretty girl coming up and kissing me on the street
but I’d like to know why.’
You motion over your shoulder to where the creepy guy leans against a
‘That guy has been following me for a few blocks. He keeps wolf
whistling and saying inappropriate things and it’s scaring me. I tried to tell
him I was meeting my boyfriend but he didn’t believe me, then I saw you and
your friends and thought maybe you could fake be my boyfriend until he leaves
The guy follows your motion and his lips turn into a scowl before he
looks back at you and takes your hand in his and squeezes it. You feel safe
around this guy despite not even knowing his name.
‘I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had…err…
‘y/n, my name is y/n.’
He smirks before kissing you again taking you by surprise, though it was
a nice surprise.
‘I’m Vic. Now how about you join me and my band mates for a bite to
You shake your head and bite the inside of your mouth.
‘I couldn’t intrude Vic.’
He scoffs and waves you off before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
‘Please what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take my girl out?
Come on they don’t bite.’
Before you can protest Vic opens the restaurant door and the two of you
enter. The place is relatively empty and you feel three sets of eyes on you
from a nearby booth and you tense up.
‘Who’s the lovely lady we saw you lock lips with outside Vic?’
You don’t know any of their names so you have no clue who asked the
question. Vic slides into the booth and I you follow him.
‘This is y/n. Now y/n the idiot opposite us with the funny hair is
Jaime, sitting next to him is Tony but we all call him turtle and this is Mike
All the guys mutter a hello before they turn their attention to Vic. You
drown out their twenty questions and scan the restaurant and nearly curse
seeing the creepy guy sitting at the bar ordering a drink. He really couldn’t
take no for an answer.
‘Err Vic I think we have a problem. Look who’s sitting at the bar.’
You tug on Vic’s sleeve and point at the bar, something flashes behind
Vic’s eyes and both you and Mike have to stop him from getting up.
‘Woah chill Vic. Who’s the guy?’
Vic clenched his fist on the table before facing his brother.
‘That’s the creep who’s been stalking y/n.’
‘He really is dedicated. Normally they’d give up by now and find someone
else. Do you know him y/n?’
You shake your head at Jaime’s question.
‘No, I haven’t really been here long enough to know anyone. I’m visiting
an old friend who moved out here after college.’
‘Wait a second y/n. You told him you were meeting your boyfriend right?’
You nod at Tony confused at where he was going.
Tony shrugs his shoulders.
‘You and Vic aren’t exactly coming across as boyfriend and girlfriend
material. Anyone from a mile off could see that there’s something fake going on
between you. Maybe if you made your ‘fake’ relationship look more real the guy
would take a hint.’
You and Vic look at each other when Jaime snaps his fingers together.
‘Vic put your arm back around her shoulder and y/n get closer to Vic…’
‘Maybe rest your head on his shoulder…’
‘Are you guys enjoying this?’
Mike, Jaime and Tony all nod their heads in sync grinning like mad men
at Vic’s question.
‘I’ve always wanted to tell my big brother how to act around girls, plus
this just made our night ten times more fun.’
Mike reached over and pinched Vic’s cheek which got him a playful slap
back. The two of you do as they say and in the corner of your eye you notice the
creep looking uncomfortable. Was this plan really working?
‘Whisper things in her ear Vic and y/n smile and laugh as if he’s said
something funny, which is rare may I just add.’
Vic shot Tony the middle finger who raised his hands in mock surrender.
The guys continued giving y/n and I advice on how to actually look like
a couple and I found myself becoming more and more relaxed around this girl I hardly
knew. I didn’t want to imagine what would have happened to her if she hadn’t
seen us, what would that creep have done to her? Just the mere thought of
anyone laying a finger on her made my blood boil.
‘Err hello earth to Vic…your staring went from lovely to darn right
y/n snapped her fingers in front of my face and I shook my head not
realising that I’d zoned out. y/n high-fived Mike across the table and I felt
my cheeks redden, how long had I been staring at her?
We ordered food and drinks and as the night went on if anyone saw y/n
and I then they’d assume we were a couple. She laughed at my dumb jokes and we
learnt a lot about each other. It was also nice to see the guys warming up to
her, after my last girlfriend they weren’t happy to see me around girls in case
they used me again. But they all seemed pretty taken with y/n.
‘Guys I think he finally took the hint.’
Both y/n and I glance over at the bar and notice the creepy guy leaving;
a wave of relief washes over y/n’s face as the rest of the guys high-five each
other. I should have been happy but I knew this would be the end of us, yes y/n
wanted a fake boyfriend and now the creep was gone why would she need me
around. I really wanted to see her again after tonight but once she walked out
of that door she’d be out of my life.
‘Shoot it’s my friend I really should take this, I messaged her earlier
and she didn’t respond and now she’s freaking out.’
y/n removes herself from my arm and heads outside to answer her phone.
‘I never thought I’d say this so soon Vic but y/n is alright. She seems
genuine and I don’t think any of us have seen you this happy since the breakup.’
Mike slaps me on the back and Tony and Jaime nod in agreement.
‘Plus we like her which must be a good sign.’
‘What are you going to do now Vic? I mean the creep has gone so there’s
no need to continue your ‘fake’ relationship anymore. Unless you like her.’
Why did Tony have to be the voice of reason? I’d known y/n less than
three hours but I knew there was a connection between us and from her blushing
and little gestures I knew y/n saw and felt the connection to.
‘What do I do guys?’
‘Go out there and kiss her, then tell her that you like her and ask her
out on a real date.’
Jaime was right; I couldn’t just let y/n walk out of my life for good. I
decided to take his advice and slid out of the booth. Behind me I heard Mike
speak to Jaime.
‘You spurt out that romantic crap and yet you can’t get yourself a chic.’
I grinned as I made my way towards the door. When I pushed it open y/n
was just finishing her phone call.
‘Oh hi Vic, I was just going to come back in and say thank you for
everything. My best friend wants me back because she’s freaking out. It was
nice meeting you and the rest of the guys; I don’t think I’ve laughed so much
in a long time. Thank you for being the best fake boyfriend Vic…’
I cut her off midsentence by crashing my lips against hers, she jolted
slightly before relaxing into the kiss. I now knew the feelings were mutual.
‘What was that for Vic?’
I shuffled on the spot before locking eyes with her.
‘I don’t want to just be your fake boyfriend y/n. I’m not going to ask
you to be my real girlfriend right now, but I’d like to take you on a real date
because I like you and think there’s a connection between us.’
y/n blushed madly before smiling.
‘I’m so glad you just said that Vic. I didn’t want to say anything in
case I misread the signs. I’d love to go on a real date with you, but now I have
to get home.’
‘Let me walk you back, the guys can pick me up from your friends
address. I don’t want you walking alone especially if that creep is lurking
y/n wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pecked me on the lips
before pulling back.
‘Thank you Vic. I’m so glad I forced myself on you and made you be my
I couldn’t help but laugh; this would be a story
to tell the children one day.
Summary: Reader met Betty at the internship over the summer and developed feeling for her. Since her parents are detectives they’re brought in to look at the Jason Blossom case, and reader moves to Riverdale.
A/N: Hope you enjoy this! Look out for the next part in a day or two (apologizes for any spelling and grammar mistakes) ((also Grundy literally won’t exist bc i hate her))
You’d met Betty over the summer, you’d both been a part of the same internship program. You felt like Betty was one of the easier people to talk to and you clicked right away, you could talk about books, you lives back home, and college and never feel awkward or nervous about it.
When you were both getting ready to leave and go back home you’d promised to text, video chat, whatever it took to stay in contact, you’d even told her that you’d try to convince your parents to come to Riverdale for fall break or something so that you could visit her. You didn’t even realize that you had a crush on her until you were talking about her to you friends when you got home.
“(Y/N), we know you’re excited about your new girlfriend, but can we please talk about something else?” Your friend asked as she flopped down on your bed next to you.
“Sorry,” You replied, blushing slightly, “We’re not dating, she would always talk about her best friend Archie, I could tell she was in love with him. By now she’s probably already dating him.”
“Unless he’s not into her,” Your other friend shoots back.
“It would be impossible to not like Betty. She’s perfect.” You reply.
You all continue talking and your friends tell you about everything you missed while you were gone, who got hot, who broke up, who got together, and all sort of crazy stories from their own jobs over the summer.
Once they all went home your mom called for you, “(Y/N)! We’re having a family meeting.”
You quickly jog down the stares, family meetings are reserved for important news, and you’re curious to hear what it’s about. Once you’re sitting down your dad starts talking.
“Your mother and I have been asked to help with an investigation out of town.” He explains to you, “In small town called Riverdale. A high school kid supposedly drowned and apparently they don’t have any detectives so they asked us to step in.”
“Okay,” You say, trying not to seem to excited about the prospect. Riverdale. As in, the Riverdale where Betty lives, “When were we leaving?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant.
Your mom looks at you slightly puzzled, “You want to go with? We thought you’d want to stay here with your grandparents or something.”
“Oh, um… No, I mean, you’ll be gone for a while and I don’t mind coming with, it’ll be fun to live somewhere else.” You say, awkwardly trying to cover yourself.
“Are you sure, we don’t mind if you stay here, even if you stay with (Y/BFF/N)’s family.” Your dad replies.
“No! I want to come with. Betty, one of my friends from the internship lives there,” You admit, “I’d already have a friend, I’d been hoping to visit her soon anyway.”
“Okay honey,” Your mom replies with a small smile, “Of course you can come. We’re leaving at the end of the weekend.”
When you were leaving a few days later on Sunday night you hugged your friends goodbye before hopping in the car with your parents.
“We expect to be kept up to date on everything that happens,” Your best friend told you as you stuck your head out the window to say one last goodbye to them.
“Of course.” You reply, “Bye!” You called as your dad drove away.
You pulled into the driveway of the house your were renting as the sun was setting. You helped your parents carry all of your suitcases and bags into the house.
“Shoot, we didn’t get any groceries,” Your mom calls from the living room as you unpack some of your stuff up in your room.
“I think there were some take out restaurant menus in the kitchen,” You call down to her, setting up some of your photos in the nightstand. You had already had one of you and Betty - the photo you’d taken the day before the internship as over - framed and you set it up next to the shot of you and your family from your older sibling’s wedding and the photo of you and your group of friends from before the last school dance.
After you’d unpacked all of you clothes into the dresser and closet your mom knocked on the door of your new room.
“Honey?” She asked, “Would you mind walking down to pick up our dinner? I ordered from this restaurant,” She said, holding up a menu that said Pop’s in a vintage dinner font, “you okay with burgers and fries?”
“Sure, I’ll walk down and pick it up.” You replied, it sounded vaguely familiar, Betty must have mentioned it at one point which you took to be a good sign.
You walked into the dinner and were surprised by how cute it was inside. You walked up to the counter, “Take out order for (Y/L/N).” You tell the cashier with a small smile.
“It’ll be up in a few minutes.” He replies.
“Hey,” You said, as a guy with the most ginger hair you’d ever seen smiled at you.
“Hi,” He said, grinning at you even more.
They girl he was sitting with turned around and your eyes widened with realization. It was Betty.
“So, are the union rings here any good?” You ask, jokingly as you walk over to their table.
“So good,” He replies.
“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” She asks, her face a mixture of confusion and amusement.
“Wait- you guys know each other?” The guy asks.
“Yeah, she was the other girl at my internship,” Betty tells him,
“My parents are here to do some investigation into a murder, they’re detectives.” You reply in response to Betty’s question.
“Wait, you parents are here to investigate the murder of Jason Blossom?” Betty asks you.
“Yeah… how did you know that?” You ask her, surprised.
“It’s a big deal, everyone here in town has been talking about it nonstop.” Archie interjects.
“Oh! I’m (Y/N) by the way,” You add, smiling at the guy.
“Archie Andrews” He responds, introducing himself.
“Oh, I know who you are, Betty told me about you,” You reply with a grin.
“Hopefully good things,” He responds with a grin, “I’m also your peer mentor, I’m going to be giving you your tour tomorrow.” He responds, “Do you want to join us?” He asks, almost a little too quickly.
“I’d love to,” You reply, glancing between Betty and Archie, “But my mom is expecting some burgers so I should probably get back.”
‘We’ll stop by your place tomorrow morning and walk you to school if you want.” Betty adds, giving you one of those smiles that fills your stomach with butterflies.
“Until then,” You reply, “I’ll text you my address.” You add as walk over to the counter and grab your take out from the cashier before leaving the restaurant.
After you’d finished eating dinner you’d gone up to your room, nervously packing your backpack before you remembered to text Betty.
(Y/N) - 10:23: My address is 647 Jefferson St. by the way Betty - 10: 25: Really?! You’re just down the street from us then. Archie’s the yellow house next door to you and I’m in the white house next to it. (Y/N) - 10:26: That’s so crazy, must be fate bringing us together :) Betty - 10:26: Probably, Archie and I’ll stop by around 7:45 to pick you up. (Y/N) - 10:30: Okay, see you then
I have found myself asking this same question a couple times before. Now, we know the Lord has left us His will already written down in His Word, and that all we do must be done in love and most of all to glorify His Name rather for our own reasons or benefits. Knowing this, we can have a better look at what it is that we are asking God for and how we should act towards it. For example; if we are asking God for a sign in a relationship, He has already given us some set of principles we must follow. Yes it is good to ask God for signs, because we show Him that we are honestly seeking His will and His direction and He is glorified by answering and knowing we trust in Him. But let us not forget that His Word can make us see better and find answers when we find ourselves stuck in a situation. The Holy Spirit guides us and helps us when we feed in the Word of God, and the Lord speaks to our hearts when doing so. I encourage you to do both. Dive in His Word and present your petition before Him, He will answer you in love.