In Roma, Italia: something that fascinated me about the city was the architecture.
The architecture alone is enough to fall in love with, but you can also, occasionally, see beautiful paintings on the buildings. 

From The Dining Table

13 Hours Later.

When she woke up, she was still alone.

Initially, she’d forgotten all about the night before. The first thing she noticed was the strange buzzing sound of the thermostat in the corner, which was obviously not working at all because the room was freezing. The chilly air nipped at her cheeks, and she snuggled further into the mattress as she tucked her head into the comforter with a soft whimper, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.

Her eyes were still stinging from her tears the night before mixed with the lack of sleep. She’d managed to finally drift off at around four in the morning, but she couldn’t tell by the window whether it was eight in the morning or two in the afternoon.

Their screams from the night before still echoed in the walls.

She slid the covers off of her head and opened her eyes slowly, staring at the pale yellow motel ceiling. It was the color of Easter yellow, she’d decided, and it reminded her of chocolate and gardens and everything happy. It reminded her of some distant life where she probably would have done something to be proud of.

The ache in her chest resonated throughout her entire body, and her head was pounding to the rhythm of her heart—it was the only way she could be sure it was still beating.

She felt like someone had torn it out of her chest.

She turned onto her side and looked at the space in the bed beside her, clutching onto the soft material of the comforter until her knuckles turned white. Waking up on her own wasn’t new to her—she’d done it time and time again in the past two years, so much that she’d become numb to the loneliness that came with it. But this time was different…

This time, she knew he wasn’t coming back.

She suddenly felt a tear roll down her face, and just like that, she couldn’t get him out of her head.

He was everywhere.

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Flux: The Beginning (M) | 03

Prequel of Bliss | parts: 01 | 02 | 03

Character: Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

Genre/words: Smut, Poly!AU, Slow Burn, Angst / 12,819 words

Summary: One of them is your longtime crush, while the other is the man which you had shared your secrets with on many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire. You had sworn that it would end, and that secret crush would remain a secret.

Warning: mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, threesome, graphic smut scenes

a/n: More notes and details at the bottom of this fic. I’m super nervous about this that I had to edit this multiple times but I hope you guys will like it^^;

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Humans are weird pt 3

A new human had joined the crew on Commander Narrynite’s ship and he was eager to met the human.  Little was known about the newest addition, other than his name was Human Tom. Wanting to be the first to greet him, Narrynite headed towards the human’s living quarters.

He had never been to a human’s quarters before and used the human custom of “knocking” to announce his presence. As the door opened, Narrynite was met with a confusing sight.

“Hello Human Tom, I am Commander Narrynite. I would like to welcome you to our unit.”

A “smile” formed on the human’s face and he said “A pleasure to meet you commander, please, come in.”

Narrynite stepped over the threshold and could not help but stare at the objects covering the walls. “I mean no offence, but why do you have those on your wall?” he said gesturing with his tentacle to the mysterious objects.

Human Tom let out a small “laugh” and said “Those are my paintings. I’m not a very good artist, but I enjoy it as a hobby.”

Paintings? Artist? Hobby?

“Forgive me, but I am unfamiliar with those terms,” Narrynite confessed.

“It’s my fault sir, this is my first time leaving Earth and I forget that other species don’t have the same terms as humans do.”

Human Tom walked over and removed one of the objects from the wall. “This is a painting. Using a brush, I put tinted liquid on the canvas to form a picture.”

“Simply incredible. What does it do?”

“Do?” Human Tom said with a “smile”. “Well,  nothing really. I mean, it makes me feel certain emotions, but it other than that it just hangs on the wall. I paint them in my spare time as a hobby.”

Narrynite was baffled. From his experience, the humans never did or made anything unless it had a clear purpose. Was this human somehow different than the others he had met? Would his abnormality hinder his relationships with the other humans in his unit?

“I see” remarked Narrynite, in what he hoped to be a reassuring tone.

After exchanging a few more words, Narrynite left Human Tom’s room he went to find Human Chris and Human Ann to discuss how to best accommodate Human Tom’s irregularity.

“Human Chris, Human Ann. As you may know, another human has joined our unit and I would like to get your input. Human Tom has an affliction known as a ‘hobby’. He is an ‘artist’ and creates ‘paintings’. Despite this I hope you can still become ‘friends’ with Human Tom.”

Human Chris and Human Ann donned their familiar “smiles” and Human Chris said “Commander, almost every human has a hobby. Many of them include some form of art.”

Human Ann chimed in saying “In fact, I enjoy painting too.” She then proceeded to lift up her pant revealing her prosthetic leg that was covered in whirls of the tinted liquid.

Narrynite was completely astounded. Neither of the humans ever mentioned having a “hobby” and Human Ann had certainly never said anything about “painting”. What else did the humans “paint”? Their buildings? Their machines? Their bodies?

anonymous asked:

How did Pumpkins step mom and dad meet?

Well, everyone had already heard of the skeleton lady who would get into the roof of some buildings to paint!
One time Jack and Pumpkin happened to run across her, and Jack asked her about her paintings.  Zapf was very excited to find someone to talk about it and showed them her latest work.
Pumpkin didn’t quite understand the point at first.

Goldilocks || 07

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: Masturbation, fingering, just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 8.7k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Same. I got to eight and a half. Mine’s longer.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. 

I also didn’t die editing this. GREAT. I LIVE. Hopefully I’ll be better within the next few days, but thanks again to everyone who sent me get-well-soon wishes! All the love right back at you~ Now, let’s sit back and (hopefully) enjoy 8.7k of this horrid mess.


“Tae, where did your pants go?” you yell to be heard over the pounding bass of the music.

He looks down, blinking blankly a couple of times at his boxers, “I honestly don’t know?”

“And where did you get this tie?”

The band of silky material is wrapped firmly around his head like a bandana, both ends trailing down either side of his neck. He tugs at it, bursting into a fit of laughter, “I don’t know that either.”

You can’t help but smile, “Do you know anything? Pabo.”

“I know you’re hot and I’m fucking smashed. Let’s make out.”

Drunk Taehyung is always horny- well, no. That’s inaccurate. Taehyung’s libido in general is ridiculously high. He just manages to be more explicit about it while intoxicated.

“Oh no, we’re not repeating last time.”

“But last time was fun.”

“Do you even remember what happened?”

“Well I mean… maybe… but remind me, baby. You know I’m drunk as fuck. Hell, I’m drunk and I wanna fuck. Hey…you wanna fuck?” Taehyung raises his red solo cup to point at you, then gives it the most innocent of smiles, as if someone had just given him the secret of happiness itself. “Wah, look! Alcohol~”

You easily ignore his advances, knowing there’s no point in trying to reason with him and really, you’ve always found it entertaining to see what new things he’d come up with to persuade girls to let him into their pants, a category that often includes you. Unsuccessfully.

Taehyung is weird in the way that he could be considered a fuckboy. He’s good looking, confident, perpetually horny, and won’t hesitate to have a one night stand. However, he’ll serially hook up with someone if they let him and while you’re sure he’s just in it to get laid, he’s by no means rude or flaky.

Then again, you can’t recall the last time he’s claimed to have a girlfriend either.

“Cheers, babe,” you raise your own glass to haphazardly knock the rims together.

“Happy birthday to our Jiminie,” Taehyung immediately throws his head back to down the remainder of his drink, but before you can mirror his action, something over his shoulder catches your eye.

A glint of gold.

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Part 1 // Part 2 coming..soon?  

Let me know if you think I should do a part 2 with actual plot!

The Yoon Kingdom

Ask any citizen of the Yoon Kingdom, and they will tell you that the mountains and valleys to the far North and West were put in place by the first Yoons that walked the land.  It’s believable, as the royal family is known for their stunning height.  Who else could have crafted mountains that tall?  The Yoon Kingdom is most known for their stunning scenery.

The Lee Kingdom

This kingdom is surely the most striking.  The citizens tend to take after the beautiful royal family.  Some claim that the first Lees were gods, and that they are responsible for putting the stars in the sky.  One look at the Lee royal family, and anybody would believe them.  In addition, the Lee Kingdom is well known for their extensive libraries.

The Kim Kingdom

Kim Kingdom citizens never have a bad day in their lives.  There are countless festivals and feasts thrown by the royal family to keep the spirits of their citizens high.  Any person, citizen of the Kim Kingdom or not, is welcomed with a warm heart.  Aside from their festivals and feasts, the Kim Kingdom is most well known for their distinct architectural style of buildings.

The Park Kingdoms

The two Park Kingdoms were once one, a very long time ago.  Now, two separate families rule over the two lands that share a border.  

The royal family of the central Park Kingdom serve as the main support for the government of the land. Without them, the land would likely fall into ruin.  The kingdom is also known for its lush forests and game hunting, a gift that the citizens claim was bestowed upon them by the sky gods.  

The Eastern Park Kingdom is known for having citizens with strong souls and bodies.  The extensive coast lines offer many opportunities for fishing and for trade with far off lands.  However, travelers might find themselves feeling a bit closed out when they meet the citizens of this kingdom.

The Moon Kingdom

The Moon Kingdom is the oldest of the kingdoms.  As far back as the records go, the Moons have always been around.  For this reason, the Moon royal family is often deemed as the True Royal family.  Despite this grand title, the Moon royal family is actually quite elusive.  The kingdom is most known for their grand balls, which occur every other year, and their extravagant parties thrown for the royal families and nobles of the land every season.

To learn about the princes of these fine kingdoms, please keep reading beyond the cut.

Prince Yoon Sanha

  • He is the youngest of three princes in the Yoon Kingdom (so he is not the crown prince).
  • The prince is most often found studying (as advised by his parents, the King and Queen Yoon).
  • However, he does slip away from his studies.  This happens more often than not because his tutor has a weak spot for him.  How cute can he be??  It’s not fair.
  • Instead of studying, Prince Sanha will often take his most recent favorite musical instrument, set up in the middle of a busy area (usually outside of a flower stand), and play music for the people.
    • This always draws a lot of attention.
    • It also always ends up in the King’s Guard coming to fetch him.
    • Why can’t he just stay at the palace? his father always thinks.
    • The citizens’ happiness always goes up after seeing Sanha out of the palace.
  • Despite the far traveling distance, Prince Sanha has become close friends with Prince Minhyuk.
  • Prince Sanha also enjoys making friends with other boys his age from his own kingdom.

Prince Lee Dongmin

  • As the oldest son of King Lee, Prince Dongmin is next in line to take the throne in the Lee Kingdom.
  • Prince Dongmin seems to be the favorite prince of the entire land, whether they are residents of the Lee Kingdom or not.
  • While his looks are certainly stunning, he is loved more for his quirky personality.
  • Prince Dongmin is kind of a clutz.
  • Most often, people can find Prince Dongmin riding out to one of the libraries in the kingdom.  He’ll just pick up his things in the palace and suddenly leave (much to the disapproval of his parents, but they don’t really stop him because at least he’s learning).
    • His favorite library is the one closest to where Lee Kingdom meets Kim Kingdom and Park Kingdom.
    • This also happens to be the library furthest away from home.
    • He’s definitely not running away from his responsibilities.
    • Okay, maybe he is.  But could you sit through 3 hours of a language class a day when it’s a language you don’t want to learn?  Probably not.
  • Prince Dongmin often visits Prince Sanha unexpectedly throughout the year.  He has a soft spot for the young prince.  Who doesn’t?

Prince Kim Myungjun

  • He is the oldest non-crown prince in the land.  
    • Just don’t let him hear you say that.
    • He doesn’t like his age to be pointed out.
  • Prince Myungjun is usually the one that organizes the festivals.  Music festivals, tournaments, fashion extravaganzas; he’s in favor of it all.
  • Prince Myungjun is often called “the Prince of Art” because of his art donations to the kingdom.
    • His favorite pass time is visiting villages and painting their roads and buildings for them with the help of some of the villagers, of course.
  • Don’t bring up Prince Jinwoo when Prince Myungjun is in the room.  He will almost always immediately start complaining.
    • It’s not because he has a crush on the youngest son of the central Park Kingdom.  Totally not.
  • He is usually the one that citizens follow when it comes to fashion, as his looks are always sensible but unique.

Prince Park Jinwoo

  • He’s the youngest son of King Park, but King Park has not claimed one of his sons as his successor, yet.  Prince Jinwoo could very well become the crown prince and future King Park.
  • Until then, though, he’s going to keep expanding the protection of animals in the kingdom.
    • He’s already passed numerous laws guaranteeing the protection of some of the more rare wildlife.
    • Hunting season is also strictly enforced.
  • When he turned 16, he was invited across the sea to marry the crown princess of a quite powerful kingdom.  However, he denied the invitation.
    • The citizens of the central Park Kingdom (and most of the citizens of the entire land in general) have come to believe that should Prince Jinwoo take the throne, he would have a king by his side instead of a queen.
    • Prince Jinwoo doesn’t mind the rumors since they’re true anyway, oops.
  • If you bring up Prince Myungjun around Prince Jinwoo, he’ll immediately turn red.  His friends like to tease him by doing this all the time.

Prince Park Minhyuk

  • As the oldest son in the kingdom, Prince Minhyuk is the crown prince.
  • He has a very defined image: strong and silent.
  • Prince Minhyuk has competed in many tournaments across the land, ever since he was a child, and he has come out on top on nearly all of them.
    • He always wins the Park Annual Tournament.
    • And it’s not because he’s royalty.  It’s because he’s just that good.
  • Rumors, however, have started to spread that Prince Minhyuk isn’t the strong, silent, brooding guy that he seems to be.
  • Prince Minhyuk was spotted helping out in the orphanage near the Park palace.  Since then, the entire kingdom has pretty much professed their love for their crown prince.
  • He keeps in close contact with Prince Sanha, as well.  People have often wondered if Prince Minhyuk intends to marry Prince Sanha because of just how close the pair of princes seem to be.

Prince Moon Bin

  • Not much is known about Prince Moon, the crown prince of the Moon Kingdom.
  • He was born on the night of a full moon, which citizens of Moon Kingdom often believe to be the sign of a great warrior king.
  • His younger sister was reportedly his favorite person until she left to marry the prince of a far away kingdom.
  • Prince Moon was once spotted leaving the kingdom in the direction of the Eastern Park Kingdom, though nobody in Park Kingdom could confirm his whereabouts.
  • He will only ever spend an hour at the seasonal parties thrown for the royals and nobles of the land.
  • Two years ago, though, he supposedly spent the entire night at the biennial Moon ball with Prince Dongmin.
    • Some attendees claimed to see Prince Bin smiling and laughing with Prince Dongmin, which is something Prince Bin doesn’t do easily since his sister was married off.
    • The fact that Prince Dongmin made Prince Bin smile and laugh so easily sparked quite a few rumors.  Citizens all across the land are secretly hoping for a union between Prince Bin and Prince Dongmin.
  • Prince Bin is, overall, the most elusive member of the Moon royal family that there has ever been.
Too bad, too sweet (m)

Characters:  Lust!Hoseok & demon hunter!OC

Setting: supernatural au, demon au

Genre: 50% background story 50% filth

Warnings:  Explicit language, (dark) humour, violence, blood and sexual content including brief mentions of voyeurism and exhibitionism, dom/sub undertones, breathplay, light bondage without safe words and lots of talk about sex. (Kind of dubcon at some parts but not really.)

Summary:  Hoseok, the Sin of Lust has loved all era he has lived in but the 21st century might be his favourite. He owns a popular place in Las Vegas: an ordinary bar on the surface but basically a sex club underground. However, rumour has it that a reckless demon hunter is coming after him. He couldn’t care less until Black Widow steps into his bar but then things get heated quickly. Hoseok is determined to break her resistance and teach her a lesson: there only one rule of lust: no love. Everything else is fair.

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anonymous asked:

21 with harry sounds amazing! I love you and you're account SO MUCH!!!

A/N: This was so much fun! I love Husband!Harry…Enjoy! xx

21) “Nope, no kisses until laterrrr”

Today is the day. Soon, I’ll finally be able to call myself Y/n Styles; it feels surreal. He truly is the man of my dreams and i wouldn’t want to marry anyone else.

I stand, surrounded by my bridesmaids as they all unroll the curlers from my hair. Harry’s mom, Anne is helping my Mother place my shoes; they wouldn’t let me do it because it might ruin my manicure. As much as I love having people do everything for me, I’m starting to feel a little overwhelmed with everyone running around and tugging on me. I think I need some air.

“Okay okay okay” I breathe out, swatting their hands away from my body. I take another deep breath before i stand up from the chair and head towards the door. I look back and see them all staring at me in shock. “I just need a little air” I giggle at the fact that they probably thought i was bailing on the whole wedding. I can see the girls sigh with relief and i shake my head, twisting the door knob and walking out of the room. I look down the long hallway of the beautiful venue; The walls are covered in classing Italian paintings of buildings and other incredible scenes. I navigate myself down the marble floors, trying to find the bathroom. 

 ‘wow we really did pick a good spot’ I think to myself as I look around.

Suddenly, I hear some voices in the distance and the seem to be getting closer. I turn too look down the other end of the hallway and I see two guys walking this way. I squint a little and now i can see that its my favorite person in the world.

“Harry!” I squeal. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon since the bride and groom aren’t supposed to sleep together the night before their wedding. I throw all care to the wind and run over to him as fast as I can. He hasn’t noticed me yet, as he is in the middle of a conversation with the guy next to him. I’m barefoot so i’m sure he doesn’t hear me either. My heart almost stops when i take in the way he looks. He’s already dressed in his tux with his hair somewhat tamed. He looks really good. Once i’m close enough for him to definitely hear me, I say his name again. This time he looks up and smiles as he outstretches his arms to me. I run into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He presses his face to my neck and leaves a kiss there. 

“Babe, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you getting ready?…I’m not supposed to see you, right?” He asks just about a million questions. I pull my head back and look at him, he sets me down on the floor, his face is full of concern. “I’m fine I was just headed out to the ladies room” I assure him. He nods.

“You look gorgeous” he smirks, his arms snaking their way around my hips, my own laced around his neck. I roll my eyes at him; i’m literally wearing a pink silk robe with curlers in my hair and he’s saying i look gorgeous. “You’re either being really sweet or really sarcastic, I can’t tell” i mutter. He throws his head back, laughing. “You always look beautiful, Y/n” He compliments again. He leans in to kiss me but i place my hand over his mouth, his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“kisses” He whines and pokes out his bottom lip in a very child-like way. “Nope, no kisses until later!” I laugh and push him off of me. He keeps his lips pouted but respects my wishes. “Go on then, leave me” He says, clutching his heart in, being VERY dramatic. I blow him a kiss and he acts like he catches and places it on his heart.

I feel a lot better now, he has that effect on me. I happily return to the room, looking back every once in a while to find Harry still standing there with his friend, only he’s no longer paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he watches me until I close the room door behind me.

The Minds Of: The Renaissance (1450-1550)

Southern(Italy and Whatnot) Renaissance:

  • Giovanni de’ Medici: (d. 1429) Merchant and banker of Florence, foundee of the Medici dynasty. He could be considered one of the world’s first modern people.
  • Cosimo de’ Medici:(1389-1464) Unofficial ruler of Florence Republic for awhile
  • Lorenzo The Magnificent: (1449-1492) Ruler of the Republic, official patron of the arts, he wanted to live life rather than wait for its fulfillment after death
  • Filippo Brunelleschi: (1377-1446) studied Roman buildings and built cathedrals
  • Leon Battista Alberti: (1404-1472) Filippo Brunelleschi’s buddy kinda thing cause they did the same shit
  • Lorenzo Ghiberti: (1378-1455) sculpted a set of bronze doors for the Florentine baptistery with not only crowds of human figures but the illusion of depth
  • Giotto: (1267-1337) painted walls on florentine buildings and created the illusion of depth and movement
  • Masaccio: (1401-1428) used light and shadow, nude figures, and the illusion of perspective.
  • Sandro Botticelli: (1444-1510)n painted themes from classical mythology such as his Birth of Venus
  • Raphael: (1483-1520) is considered one of the greatest painters of his era; he epitomizes the Renaissance style
  • Leonardo da Vinci: (1452-1519): “The Renaissance Man”; painter, sculptor, architect, engineer, writer, scientist
  • Michelangelo Buonarroti: (1475-1564) sculptor whose sculptures are often credited with the most perfect marble statues. He also did paintings in the Sistine Chapel
  • Dante: (1265-1321) standardized Italian speech and language which also helped create “modern” writing because it was finally out of Latin! That dick
  • Petrarch: (1304-1374) considered first “modern” writer
  • Boccaccio: (1313-1375) THIS BITCH WROTE THE DECAMERON, entertaining that reflect upon the human condition
  • Leonardo Bruni: (1370-1444) chancellor of the Republic of Florence, he wrote the first modern history, an account of the development of Florence
  • Baldassare Castiglione: (1478-1529) The Book of The Courtier, a manual for the manners of the modern gentleman
  • Niccoló Machiavelli: (1469-1499) he wrote The Prince as the first meaningful treatise on political science; how governments rule without moral judgement or exhortation.
  • Laura Cereta(1469-1499) humanist and early feminist; she (might) have taught at the University of Padua, she is often criticized for her Epistolae familiares cause people got upset about the “gender bias” she had.

Northern Renaissance:


  • Johann Gutenberg: (1400-1468) invented changeable, movable type for the printing press
  • Regiomontanus(Johann Muller 1436-1476) ALONG WITH Nicolas of Cusa(1401-1464): laid foundation for science and mathematics {fuck them right?}
  • Copernicus: (1473-1543) kinda like proved heliocentric system
  • Martin Behaim(1459-1507) and Thomas á Kempis(1380-1471) mysticism {a person alone could talk to God}
  • Gerard Groote: (1340-1384) Dutch preacher created “Bro’s of Common Life” a modern devotion
  • Erasmus(1456-1536): Gradual Reform of the church, nut still be loyal to it
  • Albrecht Dürer(1471-1528) artist(portraits and woodblock prints) also a fucking mathematician
  • Pieter Brueghel the Elder: (1520-1569): focused his painting and prints on ordinary people. Which challenged the whole Renaissance
  • Christopher Marlowe: (1564-1593) dramatist who helped form modern English
  • Edmund Spenser: (1552-1599) poet who helped form modern English
  • Francis Bacon (1564-1616) scientist who also helped form modern English
  • William Shakes-a lot-spear (1564-1616) yall know this dick right? if not, he is a writer
  • Sir Thomas More (1478-1535):  helped with contemporary English(also wrote blueprint for perfect society)


  • Rabelais (1494-1553): attacked French society and church while advocating reform
  • Montaigne (1533-1592) fucking formated the essay, you dick


  • Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616) sarersed societys anachronistic glorification of chivalry and medieval institutions in Don Quixote
  • Lope de Vega: wrote hella dramas
  • Bartolomé Esteban Murillo (idk) painted magnificent religious pictures
  • Doménikos El Greco(1541-1614) painted magnificent religious pictures
  • Diego Valázquez(1599-1660): painted magnificent religious pictures
  • Francisco Suárez (idk): wrote hella admired works on philosophy and law


  • Jan Van Eyck(1385–1441) Dutch painter
  • Rembrandt van Rijn(1606-1669) Dutch master (chiaroscuro)
  • Hieronymus Bosch (c.1450-1516) dutch painter symbolism, sin, moral failing

anonymous asked:

Can you write one where Jughead prevents Betty from danger?

Okay I’ll try!

Wrong Side of the Track

Betty and Jughead had left the movie theater hours ago and found themselves walking around enjoying their night.

They were holding hands, wandering and talking. Neither of them had noticed walking right into the south side of town. 

They walked past spray painted buildings, shops long closed down, cars idling with people leaning into the windows.

There were groups of rough-looking men and women hovering in dark corners, motorcycles parked up on sidewalks. 

Jughead cursed to himself.

They kept walking, groups of people blocking their way. There was rowdy laughter and deep voices, men spitting on the ground.

“Hey sexy.” They heard a man call towards them. “Want to get with a real man tonight?” 

More rowdy laughter.

Jughead gripped Betty’s hand a little tighter, his head looking straight forward.

Neither of them said anything as they tried to get past the group.

“Bitch, I was talking to you. Don’t be so rude.” One of the men grabbed Betty by the wrist, stopping her to face him.

Jughead stopped too, placing his hand on her forearm. “Let her go,” He hissed.

“What are you gonna do, Stringbean?” The man guffawed, gripping a little tighter.

Betty wimpered at how tight the man’s grip was on her wrist, and tried to twist away from him.

“My name isn’t Stringbean, actually. It’s Jughead Jones.”

The man’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I don’t fuckin’ care what your name is, kid. Piss off.” He pulled on Betty’s wrist, trying to pull her closer.

Jughead blocked the man from pulling Betty nearer. “You don’t understand. Jughead is a nickname. My name is Forsythe Jones the third - as in F.P. Jones. You might’ve heard of him.”

Recognition covered the mans face and he instantly dropped Betty’s arm from his grip. “Shit,” He muttered. 

Jughead took Betty’s hand and rushed her away. He wasn’t stupid enough to try and defend her honor against a group of men double his size.

They rushed away, Jughead placing his arm around Betty’s shoulder. 

They walked quickly back towards Betty’s house, not talking the entire time.

Jughead lingered on the doorstep, torn between demanding tucking her into bed to make sure she was safe, and not wanting to cross a line.

“Come in with me?” She asked, her voice quiet and shaking.

Jughead nodded, gripping her hand.

He followed her up the stairs, closing her bedroom door gently behind him.

Betty sat on her bed and wrapped her arms around herself. She let out a shaky breath, then finally let the tears fall.

All Jughead could do was stare. He took a step closer to her, bent at the knee and took her hand in his.

“Betty, I’m so sorry.”

Betty looked up at him, searching his face for answers. Her eyebrows knit together. “Why are you sorry? If it wasn’t for you, things could’ve been way worse…”

Jughead shook his head, then sat down beside Betty. “If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t have been there in the first place.”

“What are you talking about, Jug? We were just walking… just wandering. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.”

Jughead scooped Betty’s wrist up in his hands, looking at the angry red mark covering her wrist. He was sure it would turn into a bruise. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Jug,” Betty said as she flicked a tear off her face. “It was just scary. But I’ll be fine.” Betty shook her head. “You’re my hero,” She said lightly, laughing.

Jughead rolled his eyes. He lifted Betty’s arm towards his lips, kissing the mark on her wrist. He kissed every inch of her hurting skin.

“Thank you, Jughead.”

He looked up at her, confusion in his eyes.

“Thank you for being you.”

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a public service announcement: the campus police would like to politely remind all students, well-wishers, and supporters of the university during this time of serial vandalism that painting on buildings without permission is still illegal. this has not changed no matter how ‘cool’ you think it is. vandalism has never been nor will it ever be 'radical’, 'sick’, or any version thereof.
-supervisor lexa woods