OH MY GOD, you guys, 

so Metropolis, IL (pop: 6,000) is a small farming town in southern, il (the closest airport is paducah, kentucky) that has so far previously been known only for putting a 15′ fiberglass Superman at the end of main st. (ok, technically, Market St)

complete with a superman ‘museum’ (gift shop) across the street

(side note, turns out I am secretly an asshole hipster snob because I refuse to wear any superman shirt that did not come form this store. i just sent my mother to secure a new one, which is actually why i got the snapchat that lead to this post)

This is, like, “World’s Largest Ball of Twine” quality of American tourism. A++ Americana, should absolutely have appeared in an episode of Supernatural (except for the, you know, the copyright/trademark issues and for how SPN is filmed in, you know, Canada). 

BUT if you google this statue today, right now, 8/21/2017, 11 am, you’ll notice something about google’s people tracking:

BECAUSE Metropolis, Illinois (pop: 6,000) is IN THE PATH OF THE ECLIPSE. 

A fact they have apparently prepared for because I got a fucking snapchat from my family (assholes, i’m so pissed i couldn’t go), and I noticed a small but AMAZING DETAIL (not counting the fact that the cousin forced to pose in front of the statue was named Lex, good job, mom).


me, a musical critic reviewing any musical: 5 sTaRs⭐️🌟⭐️⭐️🌟oPenIng ScenE😩👏tHe SoNG😍😩AmAZInG cAST👫👭👬tHe ORchEsTra😩💙👏ChILLs😱👍 LiGHtinG💡🔦ALL oF The SoNGs🎵😍😩EmoTIoNs😭💕AcT ONe👯👯‍♂️AcT tWO💃🕺tHe CoSTUmes👀🎩eNdinG sCeNE😱😩👀

They tell the story around campfires. In great halls. In kitchens. And in taverns. In the skies, on the desert plains, and in the howling mountains. They tell the stories to little girls and little boys. They tell the stories to future kings and queens. They tell the story of a ragtag band of misfits, mercenaries, thieves, and assassins. Of royal born and street urchins who fought side by side. They tell the story of the Queen who was promised. 

They tell the legend of a mystical queen who could burn the world with her flames. Who had scars on her back and hands from her time as a slave. Who lived a double life as an assassin but came back for her people. Who banished the dark queen and brought back the light. 

They tell the story of a long-awaited king who had powers the likes of which had not been seen for over a decade. Who defeated his predecessor and saved his subjects. Who was just and merciful and who had a penchant for knowledge. Who had once worn a collar around his neck and who had a phantom haunt him from the moment it came off. 

They tell the story of a rejected lord who was once a guard. Who was the most loyal friend a man could ask for. Who believed in right and wrong. Who went on the run but stayed to help the people. Who went to the south unable to walk and returned with an army. 

They tell the story of a warrior prince who was the fiercest in all the lands. Who once was the lackey of the dark queen but was the first to leave her side. Who had ice and wind running through his veins. And who wore the story of his shame for all the world to see.

They tell the story of a deadly queen who drank the blood of men. Who was spared by her enemy and waged war against her family. Who guided her people to peace and into a new age. And who united two races who wared for over a century. 

They tell the stories of the women. Beauties and fighters. One who could change her skin like some put on a different outfit. One who always aimed her arrow straight and true. One who was saved by a queen in an alleyway and in turn saved another and then another and then another. One who was a beacon for her people from the moment she was born until the moment her life was snuffed out. One who ended the suffering of many and who saved thousands. One who trecked across the continent to find her lost queen and never gave up hope. And one who gave her life for a better world. 

They tell the stories of the men. Legends and tall tales. Men who were the fiercest warriors in all the lands. Who once served the dark queen but left her for a brighter flame. A man who let the world think the worst of him, but always stood by his family. A man who rode the skies like some men walk the earth. A man who gave his life and heart for a woman he never indeed knew. But loved none the less. 

They tell the stories of these men and women. These kings and queens. These gods and goddesses. They whisper them as the candlesticks melt into nothing. They chant them as rain stomps on the roofs. They murmur them on days when the winds are so loud they rattle the worlds. They recount them on nights when the snow is so thick you can’t even see your hand in front of you. They recite these stories on the killing fields bathed in blood. They quote these stories in books and by word of mouth to anyone who will listen. They hiss these stories in lands whose names have been forgotten. They proclaim these stories to their children and their children and their children. They remember the stories of Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and the sacrifices she made until night descends upon the realms. 

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Okay so first off I’m really sorry that this took me so long to get to whoever requested it. this was seriously one of the first requests I got and I should have tried to get it done sooner. that being said I really liked how it turned out and I hope everyone does too!!

Eddie, like most university students absolutely hated morning classes. He seriously had no clue why they were a thing. It should be a law that school can’t start until 9AM. Minimum.

He blamed Bill for the early morning torture he had signed up for. Bill didn’t want to take creative writing alone and since it technically fulfilled Eddie’s English credit requirement, Eddie thought it would be a good idea.

He was completely wrong.

So now instead of having a nice relaxing morning to sleep in he had to wake up at 6 in the morning and drive for 45 minutes in morning traffic, all while hating himself, just to sit through a class that he didn’t really like.

It’s not that he didn’t like it exactly. He just never had anything to write about. Bill could just pull ideas out of his ass while had Eddie struggled to think of a topic for the prompt “Write anything”. There was a reason Eddie had gone the medical route. All he had to do for that was know stuff, and seeing that his mother had basically made him live in the ER when he was younger, he knew quite a bit.

Eddie sat at his desk with his head down, his arms wrapped around him, blocking any light from hitting his eyes. He popped one eye out when he heard something being placed in front of him.

Bill had arrived offering a peace treaty of coffee and a bagel for the campus coffee shop. Eddie reached his hand out and pulled the bagel into his little ‘cave’, nibbling on it sleepily. Bills morning treats were one of the two things Eddie liked about this class.

“Oh come on Eddie, waking up early isn’t that bad.” Bill chirped, much too lively for Eddie to handle at the current time.

“That’s because you’re used to it with your stupid hikes and stuff,” Eddie grumbled pulling the coffee towards him, he was going to try to drink it with his head still down but decided he wanted to start the morning drinking the coffee, not wearing it. So he sat up and rested his head on his hand, looking over at Bill.

“If you came with me sometime, you’d also be okay with waking up early.” Bill replied taking his seat beside Eddie and pulling a binder out of his bag.

Eddie just responded with a sound and reached down to pull his binder out as well.

The teacher started class shortly after that, something about antagonists. The coffee was really doing its job, and Eddie slowly felt less like he wanted to kill someone and more like a solid punch would be okay.

About 20 minutes into the teacher talking and taking mindless notes, the door handle clicked and the door swung open. Since the door was at the front of the room everyone’s attention turned from the teacher to the guy at the door.

He was the other thing Eddie like about the class.

So what if Eddie had a crush on some guy he’d never spoken to, he wasn’t afraid to admit it. accept he was. Not even Bill, who he would consider his best friend knew about the weird crush he had on the guy from their creative writing class that would always come in late.

Like seriously it was almost impressive how consistently late he was.

“Mr. Tozier. Please take your seat.” The teacher instructed without looking over at the door.

Eddie had found out his name was Richie by maybe Facebook stalking him the first time he had heard his last name.

Richie saluted to the teacher and crossed the room to his seat at the back corner of the room. Eddie slyly turned his head to watch him walk to his desk. He fist bumped with the redhead he always sat with as he took his seat.

Eddie assumed that was his girlfriend by the way they acted together. That didn’t mean he couldn’t look, right?

So that was how Eddie spent most of his mornings, barely listening to lectures and sneakily glancing over his shoulder at the hot guy that sat at the back of the class. Once Richie got there the class seem to move a lot faster.

The teacher wrapped up her lesson and dismissed everyone. Eddie had been zoning out looking out the window for the past ten minutes so when Bill shook his shoulder his head jerked down in surprise. Everyone was packing up.

He was looking up at Bill confused when he heard a laugh come from the back of the room. He looked over his shoulder to see Richie covering his mouth with his hand and staring right at him.

Eddie quickly spun around to face the front of the room.

Had he zoned out staring at Richie? He didn’t think so but he couldn’t be sure. Great now Richie was going to think he was some weirdo who stares at people blankly during class. He shot out of his chair, threw his backpack on, and grabbed his binder from the desk. Rushing out of the room, leaving a very confused Bill at behind.

He stopped when he was in the hallway and moved out of the way of other students trying to get to class. Leaning against the wall he waited for Bill, hoping he would get the memo and hurry after him before Richie left the classroom.

Of course he didn’t and Eddie stood there, sinking further down the wall, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible when Richie and the red head walked out of the class and right passed him. The girl was talking as they passed but Richie turned from her to look straight at Eddie and laugh.

Eddie was sure his face was bright red. How was he supposed to come to class after this?

Bill followed shortly after and found Eddie by the wall, red-faced and slightly freaking out. The two left the building, Eddie refusing to explain to Bill what was going on. They meet Mike out on campus and walked to the next class together.

Eddie felt like he was having a midlife crisis at twenty. He made it through the rest of the day and headed home that evening dreading coming back to school the next day.

But of course the next day came. And Eddie hated missing classes, even stupid morning ones where the guy he liked was there and would probably laugh at him and God Eddie really hoped Bill brought something really good this morning because the other reason he went to this class was really stressing him out. The weather mimicked his mood as it began to rain.

He resentfully got into his car and realized he was actually earlier than usual. Great, so now he was going to get to class extra early and have to sit there and wait for like half an hour. 

Absolutely not.

Eddie decided to take a longer route than he normally did, hopefully killing enough time so that he would just get to class on time.

He turned down an unfamiliar road and followed it for a bit. Getting slightly lost and unable to see the street signs through the rain. He turned down another side street, this one seeming to be completely dead. Completely dead except for a single person walking along the sidewalk.

They had a hood pulled over their head and they were soaking wet.

Why would anyone be walking right now, there were bus stops everywhere and by how wet they were, it was pretty obvious that they had been walking for a while.

Eddie slowed his car down and watched them. It wasn’t until he got relatively close that he realized who it was.

Of fucking course, it was Richie. Who else would it be. Eddie must have pissed off some god. what else would explain the slim chance that the one person he was trying to avoid was the only person walking down a street that Eddie never went down.

He was about to step on the gas and get as far away as he could but stopped when he noticed Richie shivering.

It was too early to be dealing with moral dilemmas. Eddie slowed his car down even more and stayed about a car length behind Richie as he walked. Maybe he had his car park somewhere up here and was just walking to it.

“I’m not being creepy; I’m being a concerned classmate.” Eddie justified to himself as he followed Richie for another block.  

When two more blocks passed Eddie was convinced Richie planned to walk the whole way. But there was no way, the university campus was still another fifteen-minute drive.

Eddie took a deep breath and speed up a bit coming to a stop a little in front of Richie. He rolled his window down and stuck his head just out of the window

“Hey there.” He called, immediately mentally slapping himself. he probably looked like the biggest stalker right now.

Richie looked over at him confused before recognition filled his face and he pulled an earbud out and approached Eddie’s car.

“Hey yourself, you’re from writing class right?” Richie asked as he leaned an arm on the top of Eddie’s car. Eddie honestly didn’t know which would have been worse. If he recognized him or if he didn’t. this was pretty bad.

“Yeah,” Eddie said laughing awkwardly. This was worst. “So um, are you planning on walking to class today?” He continued, trying to get right to the point. Eddie wasn’t the best “small talker”.

“Yeah, I was. It is such a beautiful day. Shame to waste it.” Richie joked nodding up towards the sky. Eddie laughed awkwardly again. He wasn’t serious, was he. Eddie wasn’t 100% sure but he figured it would take another 30 to 45 minutes to get to the campus from here.

“I’m heading that way if you want to um, catch a ride with me or something,” Eddie asked.

Richie stared down at him and smiled.

“I’d get your car all wet. But thanks for the offer. I’ll see you in class.” Richie said as he pushed off from Eddie car and headed back to the sidewalk. Eddie didn’t move for a few seconds before inching forward and stopping just in front of Richie again.

“This cars pretty shitty already, and if you walk from here you’ll be late.” Eddie pointed out

“But if I’m not late what will your excuse be for watching me walk to my seat.” Richie laughed as Eddie’s face lit up. He started to stutter which only made Richie laugh harder.

“Okay, okay I’ll take the ride if you calm down, I was just joking,” Richie said between breaths as he approached the car, this time rounding the front. Eddie rolled his window up gawking at where Richie had been. He saw his reflection in the closed window and saw how red his face was. Well, he had gotten what he wanted.

Richie pulled the passenger seat open shook off as much water as he could before entering the car.

Without saying anything, Eddie stepped on the gas and sped off towards school.

“So do you offer rides to all the boys you stare at or am I just special?” Richie asked after a few minutes of silence past between them. Eddie’s eyes widened as he drove.

“I don’t stare at you.” Eddie defended, biting his lip.

“You sure about that?” Richie laughed, looking at the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie could see the disbelieving look Richie was giving him from the corner of his eye.

“Okay, so what if I stare at you.” Eddie challenged. He had no clue where the sudden confidence was coming from but he knew that he needed it to get through the rest of this car ride.

Richie looked taken aback by his answer for a second before a smile broke out across his face.

“I do too.” He said, still grinning at Eddie. Eddie turned his head from the road to look over at Richie in surprise.

“W-what” He stuttered, turning back to face the road when he almost ran into the car in front of him.

Richie laughed again from beside him.

“Yeah, all the time. You do some pretty cute things in class. Like almost falling asleep.” Richie turned to look out the front window. “I was going to talk to you after class yesterday actually, but you looked like you were going through some stuff.”

Eddie was beyond confused. Was he on some kind of TV show. There was no way that this was his real life right now. Eddie made the turn into the student parking lot and pulled into his parking spot.

“That was umm, nothing. Forget about yester…” Eddie said turning to face Richie, who had quietly moved his face so it was right in front of Eddie’s when he turned. Eddie froze and stared. Richie leaned in slightly closer

“I never asked for your name,” Richie whispered leaning in even closer.

“um, E-Eddie.” He whispered back, unable to move.

“well Eds, Thanks for the ride.” He placed his hand on Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie was the one who finally closed the gap between them. He softly pressed his lips against Richie. Richie hesitated for a second, thrown off my Eddie’s boldness but quickly gathered himself and pressed back.

The soft kiss quickly escalated into Richie leaning over the console to push Eddie back against the driver’s door. Eddie, not wanting to be upstaged in the impromptu make-out session was the one to intensify the kiss by licking his tongue along Richie’s bottom lip

Richie moaned at the feeling. He returned the favor by pressing Eddie harder into the door and exploring his mouth with his tongue.

This is really not how Eddie saw today going. Like, he wasn’t going to complain but it really was a curveball.

Eddie pushed on Richie’s shoulders and they separated, panting for breath but not moving too far from the other.

“Wait, wait. Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Eddie asked starting to panic. He was not down with being a homewrecker.

“Girlfriend? Who Bev?” Richie looked extremely confused and then he laughed loudly when Eddie blushed a deeper shade of red.

Richie raised his hand to Eddie’s cheek and kiss him lightly.

“Bev is like my best friend, almost like an annoying little sister. I’m only taking this class because of her.” He reassured before leaning in to kiss Eddie again. Eddie kissed back enthusiastically before abruptly pulling back.

“Fuck. Class.” Eddie shrieked looking down at the clock. They were ten minutes late to class.

“Shit.” Eddie reached into the back seat and grabbed his backpack before throwing the driver seat door open. Richie laughed as he watched him, and jumped out of the car. Eddie grabbed his hand instinctively and pulled him as he ran towards the English building.

He flung the classroom door open, dropping Richie’s hand and froze when everyone turned to stare at him. Eddie dropped his head and half ran over to his spot, where Bill was gaping up at him. Eddie dropped down beside him and hid his face in his arms.

A second later he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll take another ride sometime,” Richie whispered into his ear as he walked past him towards his seat.

Eddie’s entire face lit up but he smiled into his arms.

Today definitely didn’t turn out the way he thought it would. And he was definitely okay with that.

Hope everyone liked it!

Tag list (I’ll get it right this time!)

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summary: to make a long, long story very, very short, you and kim taehyung have been sworn enemies ever since childhood, that is, until you find out that you’re betrothed to each other for the good of your kingdoms, and everything comes crumbling down.

{a long (and quite frankly, unnecessary) mixture of enemies to lovers!au, royalty!au, and arranged marriage!au}

pairing: taehyung x female reader
word count: 24k (ahhhhhhhhH!!!!!!!!)
genre: fluff, light angst, light smut
warnings: hate sex and strong language (when will i ever stop w/ the hate sex)
a/n: u guys don’t know how much this took out of me. dedicated to the one and only @guktwt, without whom i wouldn’t have even written this. this one’s for u, lara!! 

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And then he realises his mistake, or not so much his mistake, but the changes he’s missed, and it’s nobody’s fault but his own. 

He discovers that he freezes, only momentarily, almost letting those words slip. 

But he wouldn’t say them. He couldn’t. He can’t. He won’t. 

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Summary: You’re an Alpha Female, and that means your entire life you’ve been an outcast, an abomination. It’s been so long you don’t remember what it is like not to feel raw, angry and hurt. You’re aggressive, a little wild, and don’t play well with others. So when your only friend’s brother Dean calls and says Sam is missing, you are hesitant to work with him. After all, you have always been alone.


Characters: Alpha!Reader, Beta!Sam, ??!Dean

Pairings: Alpha!Reader x ??!Dean

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: language, fighting, self hate, a/b/o dynamics, no smut yet but there will be some eventually ;)

A/N: This is my first A/B/O fic and I would like it to be a small series. 

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It’s after a hunt, and just like every single damn time the violence has you on edge, running on adrenaline and nothing can fix it, nothing ever will. But the hunts themselves are good for you, they help focus that rage that is always there.

“Hey gorgeous,” some asshole sits beside you, and you wind him first, a fucking alpha.

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When Shiro and Lance got to the scene, the ghoul was still wreaking havoc. Shiro could see the other exorcists standing at the top of a parking garage and sharply turned into it. The tires screeched at the speed he was driving up to the top. At the sound, the exorcists turned as they scrambled out of the car and to the edge of the structure. Ignoring the looks of confusion on their faces, Shiro turned to look at Lance.

“I need you to get down there and prevent the ghoul from leaving the barriers, Keith in the team leader so listen to anything he says,” Shiro commanded. With a single nod, Lance leaped off the building and toward the fight. After a few moments, Allura cleared her throat and he turned to look at her.

“What?” He asked at her incredulous stare. Her eyebrows raised as if in disbelief.

“What you mean what? I thought you said that Lance was as good as gone,” she said gesturing back to the fight. Shiro sighed and rubbed his hand down his face.

“Something happened,” He said simply. He groaned at the unimpressed expressions on their faces.

“We have to debrief about the examinations later anyway, I’ll tell you then,” he tried instead. They looked to contemplate it for a second before nodding in approval. Just then a deafening crash echoed around them and they focused down to where the ghoul was beginning to topple.

“What just happened?” Shay asked confused.

“They never go down that easily,” Coran commented. As the beast fell to the ground, from the far barricade they could see Lance, a large glowing rifle pointed towards the monster.

“Is that?” Allura asked awed. Shiro squinted his eyes trying to see the weapon in more detail but the way it disappeared into thin air confirmed it.

“His spirit weapon,” he said proudly with a wide smile. Every demon had a weapon that was unique to their soul; Keith had a broadsword, Hunk a heavy machine gun, and Pidge a chain scythe, each tinted slightly with their colours; red, yellow, and green. Every fight, they summoned their weapons but this was the very first time that Lance had ever summoned his. Shiro couldn’t help the feeling of pride that was welling in his stomach for his familiar.

Even from so far away Shiro could see Lance looking up at them with a slightly apprehensive look on his face. Shiro gave him a single thumbs up and saw the ears on his head perk up slightly. By that time, the other demons were closer to the building than him and once again took off without him. With a jolt, he followed and Shiro frowned slightly at the other demons. Through his disappointment and annoyance at Lance’s behaviour, he missed how excluded Lance really was from the others. Hopefully, that would all change when Shiro revealed what had happened to the other exorcists. They met their masters with the same greetings and praises but his entire focus was on Lance as he climbed up in front of him. Lance gave him a little grin as he wiggled his way up and stood in front of him.

“Fantastic job out there, Lance,” he said gently petting the top of his head, in between his ears. Lance’s eyes widened and before he knew it, Lance was clutching his hand to the top of his head and letting out a wail.

“I need you to get down there and prevent the ghoul from leaving the barriers, Keith in the team leader so listen to anything he says,” Shiro commanded. Lance nodded and leapt off the building. Without a sound he hit the ground and ran towards the ghoul, immediately he noticed that the monster was about to break through the northern barricade, the furthest one away from him. He dropped to all fours and sprinted past the side streets and jumped on top of a street sign.

“Pidge, Hunk get it’s legs!” He heard Keith yell from behind the monster. Without a sound, the two swooped down and hit it’s ankles. It barely faltered before continuing forward.

No. He could finally make his master proud of him. He wasn’t going to let his first mission with a clean slate go anything but perfect. He started drawing on his energy to call his weapon. He knew that it had been five years since he summoned it but if there was ever a good time, it was now. With a blue flash, the familiar weight of his rifle fell into his hands. It took him less than a second to have the weapon raised and lined up for a perfect shot. It took him even less to pull the trigger and nail the disgusting creature in the forehead. The creature collapsed after that single blow.

He let the rifle burst into light and disappear from his hands. He knew that the visit to the priest today fixed whatever mistake was made before he was summoned but he couldn’t ignore the slight fear that still tingled in his mind. What if the circle didn’t change anything and he was still just a faulty familiar? With slight hesitation, he looked up at Shiro to try and gauge his reaction. His ears perked up when he received a little thumbs up. Did that mean he did good?

“Move out guys,” Keith’s voice called. With a start, he realized that they had already run ahead without him. Again. He jumped forward and tried to catch up to them but they were too fast for him. They didn’t like him and he knew that but maybe now they could become friends. He started scaling the building, slipping slightly in the process. He finally grasped the top and clawed his way to the top. Unlike after usual missions, Shiro had a grin on his face when he met his eyes. He couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face and quickly scrambled up to stand in front of his master.

“Fantastic job out there, Lance,” he said gently. He couldn’t move as his Master’s hand fell between his ears and scratch his scalp. His Master is praising him, he did good. His hands reached up instinctually and held the hand in place, trying to preserve the friendly touch from Shiro in his memory. He couldn’t stop the wail that crawled out of his throat but he didn’t fight it away either. He expected Shiro to pull away quickly but instead, he heard him say something to the other exorcists and pull Lance to his chest. At the action, Lance let out another sad sob and pressed his face into the chest.

“Shh Lance, it’s okay, it’s all okay,” he comforted stroking his hair and ears back away from his face. He unsuccessfully tried to stop his cries but he couldn’t control his stuttering breathes. The next few minutes were filled with reassuring sounds from Shiro and the soft cries from Lance. Slowly brought his face away and blushed at the wet spot he could see on Shiro’s shirt. He nervously fluttered his hands around the stain and glanced from it to Shiro and back again.

“Master! I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to!” He cried with a blush on his face. Shiro let out a laugh and ruffled his hair again.

“Lance it’s okay,” he comforted him. Lance looked down at the ground and slightly nodded his head. He glanced over to where the exorcists were standing and realized that they weren’t there anymore. He looked back at Shiro in confusion.

“They went ahead to Headquarters,” Shiro said. Lance nodded and they headed back to the car. They climbed in and unlike the way they came in, they calmly drove back towards HQ.

“What happens now?” Lance asked looking at Shiro. Shiro hummed turning out of the garage and onto the street.

“I have to report with the other exorcist’s about what happened during our examination,” he replied. Lance nodded silently and looked forward. Even though he was just there, he couldn’t get rid of the niggling anxiety at going back. They didn’t go back often since Lance’s behaviour would be unpredictable. Soon enough they were pushing through the hallways of Headquarters.

“Shiro!” Shay called cheerfully with a wave as they got closer to the group. He raised a hand in greeting and stopped beside Allura and Keith. He put a hand on Lance’s shoulder and gave him a smile before the four of them walked into the boardroom and closed the door behind them. Lance’s tail and ears fell limply as he looked longingly towards the door. His ears swivelled when he heard the other demons start talking among themselves. He turned to face them and noticed that they were looking at him with open hostility.

“Um, hello,” he greeted softly.

After getting through Coran, Shay, and Allura’s report with nothing to note from them, they turned their attention to Shiro.

“What happened Shiro?” Coran asked gently when he didn’t readily give up any information to them. He sighed after a moment and looked up at them, they were shocked to see that his eyes were welling up with tears.

Shiro?” Allura asked placing a hand on his arm. He focused his eyes back to the table, unable to bring himself to look at their faces.

“The priest who summoned him, fucked up the circle somehow, so every command I’ve been giving Lance has come out the opposite of what I mean,” he explained putting his head in his hands. He sniffed and looked up to see their eyes widened in realization.

“Then that means… that Lance was being obedient the entire time?” Allura asked gently. Shiro nodded his head solemnly.

“And I’ve been punishing him for it,” he confirmed. They gasped and looked towards the door of the boardroom imaging the demon standing obediently outside.

“You couldn’t have known Shiro,” Coran said standing up from his chair and putting his hand comfortably on his shoulder. “All you need to worry about now, is giving Lance the best possible life now, you know he has been completely obedient, it’s time to reward him for that,” he stated when Shiro looked up to him.

“You’re right Coran,” Shiro said with a smile directed at the older exorcist.

“Of course I am!” he said merrily. “Now wipe those tears my boy, and go treat that familiar of yours!” he cheered wiping some tears off of Shiro’s cheeks and slapping him on both shoulders. Shiro gave him a single nod and they stood from their chairs to leave the room.

“Maybe we could start by introducing the other properly, we could have dinner or something at my place,” Shiro suggested. There was plenty of room at his house, they were far away from other people and the yard was big enough for the demon to play around with each other.

“That sounds like a marvellous idea!” Shay said with excitement, her hands clasped in front of herself with glee.

“I agree, I think that would certainly help Lance with socializing with the others,” Allura agreed. “Besides I don’t think Keith, Pidge, or Hunk have been able to run around freely for a good while,” she added thinking about the penthouse she and Keith lived in. Sure it was spacious but it was by no means appropriate for a pet, let alone a demon familiar.

“Perfect, we could even do it tonight or tomorrow,” Shiro said. “Or you know, whenever you guys are free,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m good for tonight,” Allura said with a shrug.

“As am I, my boy,” Coran said twirling his moustache.

“Me too,” Shay said with a smile.

“I guess I’ll get cooking then, ooh maybe we could have a barbecue,” He said with glittery eyes.

“Shiro careful, your dad is showing,” Allura smirked nudging him in the side with her elbow. He pouted and pointedly ignored her, crossing his arms and facing Coran and Shay instead.

“Whatever is good with me,” Shay said, getting a nod from Coran as well.

“Hopefully this will work for them, they are a team after all, and they were able to function so it shouldn’t be too difficult,” Shiro said as they finally started towards the door.

“I don’t think it should either, who knows, maybe they already bonded while we were in here,” Coran said positively. Shiro gave him a thankful smile; he was right, Lance could speak English now after all. Maybe he was able to bond with them while he was spilling everything to his friends. He didn’t really know anything about Lance though, although he and Lance had been living together for five years, you miss out on a lot of things when you can’t communicate with someone.

Shiro turned the knob and walked out of the room. Although he sort of expected this result, it was somehow more disheartening than he thought it would be. Keith, Pidge, and Hunk all went around him to get to their masters. While Lance would usually rush to him as well, this time he stood still looking down at the ground as if he didn’t realize that they had come out. Shiro carefully crept forward and pet Lance’s hair, making his head snap up to look at him. Shiro’s eyes widened when he saw his face.

“Lance, what happened?” He asked looking at the scratches across his left cheek. He looked off to the side, not meeting Shiro’s eyes.

“It’s nothing, it was my fault anyway,” he muttered. Shiro’s eyes narrowed and he looked back at the pairs by the door. The exorcist’s eyes were focused on Shiro and Lance while their familiars tried vainly to attract their attention. Shiro took Lance’s shoulder and guided him over to them. The exorcists gasped when they saw the still sluggishly bleeding scratches on Lance and they finally turned their attention to their familiars.

“Who did that?” Allura asked sternly. The familiars froze, not used to Allura’s booming presence, especially in defence of Lance. After a moment of silence, Keith warily brought his trembling hand up. Her eyes snapped to him in disbelief.

“Keith? Why? I know you’re better than this,” she said, disappointment obvious in her tone. Keith seemed to curl up on himself, his ears folded back against his head and his tail curled between his legs as he looked up at his master’s disappointed stare.

“Master Allura?” A quiet voice asked. She looked over at Shiro and the demon still in his arms. “Please don’t blame Keith, it was me, I provoked him,” he said looking down at the ground. Shiro looked at him in confusion. Lance wouldn’t do anything like that, not willingly. He looked at Keith and also saw him looking at Lance in confusion.

“I’m very sorry,” he said bowing to the white-haired woman. She sighed and looked between the two demons. It was obvious that what Lance admitted wasn’t completely true but she wasn’t sure if she would get the whole story from either one of them.

“No matter, we’ll resolve this at a later time,” she decided, turning to face Shiro and Lance. “We’ll see you tonight then, text the group when we’re able to come over,” she said bringing her hand to the nape of Keith’s neck and leading him away from the group. He nodded to Coran and Shay as they passed by and noticed that Lance looked longingly at them as they passed by.

“Ahem,” Shiro cleared his throat gaining Lance’s attention. When the clear blue eyes looked up at him, he gave him a blinding smile.

“Let’s head home,”

“Um, hello,” he greeted softly. The hostile looks turned to shock and confusion.

“What the hell? Just earlier, you were refusing to speak English, now you have no problem?” Keith asked angrily. Lance’s ears pressed down warily at the tone and he back off slightly.

“Something happened while I was being summoned,” Lance tried coming forward a bit. “Everything I heard was opposite,” he explained simply. They shrugged and turned back to each other, once again ignoring the feline demon. His heart dropped as well as his smile as he looked on in sadness. After a few minutes, he worked up the courage to approach them once more.

“I’m really sorry I haven’t been the best teammate,” he said as a sort of icebreaker. They looked over at him once more, Keith with a raised brow.

“Whatever, it probably won’t be the last time,” he said scathingly. Lance ignored the sting from the comment and crept a bit closer. This time Keith noticed and stepped further back away from him with a huff. Lance paused and looked at him with hurt confusion.

“I really don’t want to talk to you Lance, you’ve messed up this team for five years,” Keith admitted with a scowl. Lance flinched back and looked at him with wide eyes.

“B-but, I didn’t mean to,” he said, tail falling limp.

“It doesn’t matter Lance, you should have been able to see it,” Keith snarled ignoring the protests from Hunk and Pidge.

“Is there anything I can do?” Lance asked worriedly. Keith’s eyes widened as suddenly Lance was much closer than before.

“You can back off, I seriously don’t want you near me,” he said seriously. Lance didn’t heed the warning and came closer, making Keith’s tail puff up in warning.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything,” Lance pleaded.

“I’m serious Lance, back the fuck up,” he growled. The cat stopped for a moment before taking the last fatal step.

“But-,” is all he got out before Keith’s right hand shot up and his claws were raking down his cheek. He yowled and jumped back pressing his hand to his cheek in pain. He tried to blink the tears out of his eyes, so the salt water didn’t run down and burn the open wound. After a few pain-filled minutes he looked up at the fox demon who was standing in the same spot.

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. Keith looked at him in shock but quickly looked away when they heard the door to the boardroom opening. Lance looked down at the ground, trying to hide the wound from his master. He couldn’t ignore him when his hand landed in his hair though.

“Lance, what happened?” he asked him.

“It’s nothing, it was my fault anyway,” he muttered. It was true, it was his fault. Keith told him to leave him alone and he didn’t. Maybe he really was just a disobedient demon anyway. Shiro’s hand guided him towards the group and he couldn’t help but go forward with him. He was slightly surprised by the concern the other exorcists were showing him but he supposed he could understand since they now knew the truth.

“Who did that?” Allura asked sternly. He couldn’t help but flinch at how hard Allura’s voice sounded. He was used to her being approachable and open to others, this was a side he hadn’t seen of her before. He saw Keith’s hand go up into the air. He knew that Keith wasn’t scared of Allura and was only really scared of disappointing her. He saw the way his feature’s and appendages get limp and sad at her scolding. Really, he couldn’t sit through this, it wasn’t even he fault in the first place.

“Master Allura?” He asked summoning all the bravery he could. Her gaze snapped to him and he flinched slightly, not used to her eyes being on him at all.

“Please don’t blame Keith, it was me, I provoked him,” he stated. It was true, it’s all true. Don’t blame Keith, just blame me. It’s easier and I probably deserve it anyway.

“I’m very sorry,” he said earnestly. He bowed low to her and kept his eyes locked on the ground and didn’t come back up until he heard her and Keith’s footsteps echo down the hall. He looked up in time to watch Coran, Pidge, Shay, and Hunk leave behind them. He watched after them longingly, one day he hoped to have as good of a relationship with his master as good as theirs.

“Ahem,” the guttural cough of Shiro brought him out of his musings and he looked up at the man with a smile.

“Let’s go home,” he said walking towards the parking lot. “We’ve got a lot of work to do,”

“What do you mean?” Lance asked curiously.

“We are going to properly introduce you to the other familiars,” Shiro replied. Lance gulped and looked up at him.

“I won’t let Keith hurt you this time, I promise,” he said earnestly. Lance nodded this head in understanding.

“I believe you,” Lance said softly. Shiro smiled and ruffled Lance’s hair again, cementing the habit into their lives.

“I promise from now on, I’ll be there for you,”  

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Archaeologists discover Aztec ball court in heart of Mexico City

The remains of a major Aztec temple and a ceremonial ball court have been discovered in downtown Mexico City, shedding new light on the sacred spaces of the metropolis that Spanish conquerors overran five centuries ago, archaeologists said on Wednesday.

The discoveries were made on a nondescript side street just behind the city’s colonial-era Roman Catholic cathedral off the main Zocalo plaza on the grounds of a 1950s-era hotel.

The underground excavations reveal a section of what was the foundation of a massive, circular-shaped temple dedicated to the Aztec wind god Ehecatl and a smaller part of a ritual ball court, confirming accounts of the first Spanish chroniclers to visit the Aztec imperial capital, Tenochtitlan. Read more.


By: CloudyGyeom

Prompt: “This isn’t going to be a thing—right?”

Summary: In the end, it came down to the fact, that you couldn’t live without him. Hybrid!Yugyeom ; Shifter!Yugyeom ; Cat!Yugyeom —smut.


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yoongi scenario | ticket home

Originally posted by jeonbase

prompt: We fell asleep on the couch train seat together on accident

pairing: yoongi x reader

➸ requested by anon | 800 words | fluff

It’s been a long day.

Fighting your way through crowds of shoppers and tourists, catching ten minute breaks in cafes, getting lost down side streets that all look the same, and the only thing keeping you right being Yoongi’s hand threaded through yours, you are reminded exactly why you hate the city centre. It’s a relief to finally flop down on the train seat, the city lights receding behind you, and home speeding closer by the minute.

Beside you, Yoongi is warm and comforting. The train ride may be an hour, but you don’t mind the long wait to get back to familiarity, because he’s your own slice of happiness right here, in the middle of the bustling train, keeping you calm despite the child kicking the seat behind yours, the ticket inspector mumbling and the food cart coming around, vender repeatedly asking if anyone wants snacks for half price.

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“Our secret moments in a crowded room

They got no idea about me and you”


So, let’s do some detective work, shall we?

This clearly isn’t about Calvin, as Taylor “dated” him openly for a year. No secrets there.

Nor can it be about Hiddles, as sure, they danced at the 2016 Met Gala … but that made headlines the day after it happened. And even if you somehow believe their whistle-stop pap tour of Europe was some kind of genuine summer lovin’, every step of it was publicly documented. In July 2016, we can safely say there wasn’t a person on the planet who had “no idea” about Tom and Taylor. Secret it was not.

So … Joe, you’re thinking. It has to be Joe! He’s her secret baby love! Only … no. Joe doesn’t work either. Sure, the public was clueless about him. But he and Taylor also didn’t go out in public. The only time we’re supposed to be believe they did was that Kings of Leon concert last October, when Tay orchestrated a group hang with the squad and Boy Toy tagged along awkwardly in back. Taylor and Joe were hardly sharing secret eye contact as they walked past the paps out in the street.

On a side note, “a crowded room” seems like a weird way to describe a music concert, doesn’t it? It’s more like a description of, say, an afterparty. Or a fundraiser. Or a restaurant. Or a red carpet. Or a house party. Or a dinner party. Or a Victoria’s Secret taping party. Or any one of the million and one public events Taylor attended with Karlie Kloss, and shared secret smiles and moments of eye contact with her at, even as the whole world assumed they were just “best friends”.

Originally posted by stanmeswift13

Friends? (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Summary: You are in love with your best friend and maybe - just maybe - he feels the same way.

Based off the prompt: “Wait, no, don’t take off my hoodie. I love the way it looks on you.” from this prompt list.

Warnings: one minor curse word and fluff that might make your heart explode. (I’m serious, this is extremely cheesy).

Word Count: 3.6k 

A/N: I love love, and I think it shows. The question on everyone’s lips: will I ever stop writing the best-friends-turned-lovers trope? To that there is only one answer - no. I love it too much. As always, I hope you enjoy reading!

Originally posted by butiflewtoohigh

“I was right,” Stiles announced, a smug expression glued to his face. Adamantly, you shook your head, rubbing the tops of your arms as you attempted a grimace.

“I’m fine.” To prove your point, you held your arms out. A rush of cold air instantly attached to your exposed skin, and you had to hold back a shiver. “I can handle this, Stiles.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, obviously doubting your words. “Let’s carry on then - unless you’d like to admit defeat.”

“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.” Slinging your hand around your best friend’s arm, you pulled him down the crowded street.

It was Scott’s birthday in a few weeks, so you’d decided to drag Stiles along on your quest to find the perfect gift. The three of you had been friends for years, but neither you nor Stiles could think of a present that Scott would like so it had seemed logical to team up.

When Stiles had shown up at your door, thick hoodie over his torso, you’d laughed - the sun had been out, a warm breeze filling the air. He’d replied with the prediction that it’d cloud over and go chilly and, sure enough, the weather had done exactly that.

“We should try a bookshop. Maybe they’ll have something on veterinary medicine,” you suggested. Stiles shrugged, allowing himself to be pulled around the shopping district.

You’d been surprised when he agreed to come with you - Stiles was never one who normally enjoyed the pleasures of recreational shopping - but you’d began to notice that he was making a conscious effort to spend more time with you. You’d initially put it down as him simply wanting to bond with you before you split off to go to college, but you were beginning to wonder if there was some type of ulterior motive at play.

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A Mostly Decent Proposal, Cat/Kara, Rating: PG

Kara tries everything. She drops Cat’s name. Lena’s name. Supergirl’s name. The snotty publicist turns her down each time with increasing relish. 

“The tastings are for engaged couples only, Miss Danvers.”

And it’s not like she doesn’t try Alex. It’s maybe a little insensitive to ask given that Maggie hasn’t exactly given an answer to the spur-of-the-moment proposal yet, but dammit Kara is feeling sorry for herself. Now the best cake on the entire West Coast is being kept from her by the sad fact of being single.

Not that she would have married Mon-El. Honestly it had been effort enough to teach him to chew with his mouth closed. But it had been less lonely, less Kara left behind, less table for one and going to bed early and alone. 

She posts to Facebook in desperation, hoping Winn or James will volunteer to play her fake fiancé and grab one of the exclusive tasting appointments. There’s only four left today, and Kara wants one with a need that’s bordering on obsession. 

Before anyone can reply and save the day, a text from Cat arrives. 

Assistant AWOL. Have my car out front in 5. Meet me there.

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Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU) Part 5

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

“I’m sorry….no…don’t…” You wake up and hear Shawn talking in the dark basement. His voice is soft and sleepy, coming from where he’s laying right beside you. “I love her…stop…don’t want this…” Your heart leaps into your throat and you cover your mouth to keep a gasp from escaping. Was he talking about you? There was no way. It had to be someone else. He was dreaming after all. Just because you’ve been getting closer with him doesn’t mean he dreamed about you. “Just leave…please…I don’t love you.”

“Shawn,” you bump your hand against his. This was getting to be too personal, you didn’t want to hear him say something he wasn’t ready to tell you. “Wake up.”

He snorts loudly, moving his hand to cover yours. He threads his fingers between yours and brings it up to his lips. “G’mornin’ baby,” he slurs sleepily. He’s not fully awake and you know it. He would never be so forward if he was. “Wh’as wrong baby?”

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My Protector

Originally posted by roadtoriverdale

Paring: female reader x Sweet Pea

Word count: 1718

Warnings: Cursing, slight violence?

Season: 2

Request: none, just getting started :)

Short Note: you are Archie’s twin sister but went with your mom when they divorced, but when you came back after your dad got shot, you chose to stay with him and your Brother.

When my mom got the call from Archie we packed our bags and raced back to the small town as fast as we could.

The town used to be bright, people walking the streets, pops lit up and people constantly walking in and out, but not now.

The streets were empty, the color of the town seemed to have drained away and Pops was dark and abandoned. The clouds are a dark grey and rain slowly starts to drain out of them.

Riverdale has changed, I know I have. The last time I saw these streets I was a young and naïve girl, hell I hadn’t even gone through puberty.

When I walked through the hospital doors all eyes were on me. Instantly Archie saw me and took me in his arms.

“(Y/n) I’m so glad you’re here,” he spoke softly in my hair.

“I just can’t believe it took dad getting hurt for it to happen,” I whispered back.

When we broke apart and he went to talk to my mom I saw Betty and Jughead in the corner with a dark haired girl talking, wow they’ve changed. I walked over and tapped Betty on the shoulder, praying she’d remember me. As soon as she turned her eyes widened and embraced me, Jughead then doing the same. Before I could meet the girl that was with them Archie came over and grabbed me so we could see my dad, but left a kiss on the mystery girl’s cheek.

Decided to hold my questions until after we hurried along and saw my dad lying in the hospital bed, barely able to open his eyes. Tears welled up in my eyes as I rushed to his side and took his hand.

There is no way I could leave in a week.

-slight time skip-

After informing my mother of my decision to stay I enrolled to Riverdale High school and moved into the spare bedroom. It had been about a week but times were tough. I hung out with Archie’s friends but they all seemed off. Kevin had secret rendezvous in the woods, Betty was closed off and distant, and Archie was obsessed with finding the Black Hood, Veronica right beside him. I kept in touch with Jughead abs would sometimes escape to his trailer when Archie was in a mood, but other than that I was alone, but this soon changed.

I was walking to school, by myself, when suddenly I felt eyes on me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and I looked around, not finding anyone. I sped up and got to school as quick as I could. I was about to walk into the Blue and Gold when I overheard Betty talking to Archie, normally I would have just gone in but she mentioned the Black Hood so I stood outside and listened instead.

“You know when I told you he hadn’t called again, I lied. I tried to stop him but he’s making me cut everyone off. But.. I found something out. Archie, he has an obsession with (y/n). He is threatening me that he will take her if I don’t do what he asks now.” Betty sounds like she’s crying.

Archie said something back but I couldn’t focus. He had an obsession with me? I just moves back here, so how would he even know me? I slowly back down the hallway but ran into Veronica.

“Oh hey (y/n)! Do you know where- uh are you okay? What happened?” She worried.

“Oh nothing, just have something in my eye, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, see you at lunch” I questioned knowing damn well I won’t be there. I turned and she walked to opposite direction.

The tears were welling up in my eyes and I just took off down the hall, running out the doors of the school and towards my house. I got to my room before I finally took a breath and completely broke down.

My dad is at the hospital getting a check up so I was alone in the house and free to cry as loud as I wanted. How was this happening? How can the Black Hood know who I was?

My thoughts were interrupted by my doorbell ringing. Not thinking, I walked to the door but stopped right as I was about to turn the knob. No one was supposed to be home right now, so who’s at the door? I looked through the peephole to see nothing but an envelope sitting on the porch. I quickly retrieve it and then lock the door again.

Taking it back to my room I open it slowly, revealing the pictures inside. They were all of me, at pops, walking to school, with Betty. The last one was of me going into school the other day, but this one had a caption on the back.

“The schools not safe anymore, your friends and Brother can’t protect you, what are you going to do?”

Taking a deep breath, I pick up my phone and call everyone I could think of, none of them answer.

“Think (y/n), where could you go. Who can help? The school isn’t safe.. southside! Jughead will be at school and he can help me!” I thought out loud. I grab my coat and walk to the door, scared to open it. I check to make sure the pictures are in my pocket and then open the door. I start down the street towards South Side, so far so good.

I’m almost in thief territory when I feel eyes watching me again, I pick up my pace and start sprinting towards the Southside High. I hear a car behind me as I reach the school parking lot. Turning to see how close it was I trip and fall to my hands and knees, ripping my jeans and drawing blood in both places, as well as scraping my elbow. The car comes to a stop and all I can see is a man dressed in black before I am up and running again. This time through the front doors.

All eyes are on me and I freeze. I never thought about what my plan was once I got here.

“(Y/n)?” I look up and see a familiar pink haired girl looking at me. Toni was at Jughead’s alot when I would go over, we had gotten pretty close in the last few weeks

“Toni! Do you know where Jughead is? I need his help, like now.” I pant out.

She nods and I follow her to the cafeteria, where there are a bunch of serpents crowded around Jughead and a laptop. Toni runs ahead to see what’s going on while I make my way there a little slower. I catch the end of the video, it was Archie talking about the Red Circle.

A tall boy looks at Jughead and speaks, “what the hell is this?”

Before he can answer him I speak up.

“J-Jughead?” I squeak. He turns and I see his eyes widen

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Now is really not the best time, you should go.” He tries pushing me away but I stop him.

“No wait, Jug I need your help! Please!” I make my way to where Toni is sitting at the table before Jug speaks again,

“Look (y/n), after what your brother just posted, you really need to go.” He goes to grab me again but the tall boy from before beats him to it.

“You’re telling me that red headed Northsider is your brother? And then you had the audacity to come to my terf? You’ve got a lot of nerve!” His grip tightened and I cried out and ripped my arm away, he had grabbed right where it had gotten cut up from falling.

“Wait are you bleeding? What the hell happened?” Toni was the first to notice my wounded state and sat me down.

“This is why I need help, Jughead the Black Hood is after me, he tried to take me on my way here. Oh! And he left these at my door only an hour ago.” I pulled out the pictures and both Jughead and the Tall serpent boy grabbed them.

“I’m going to get a first aid kit, I’ll be back” Toni rushed away.

“I think he’s been following me, he said my school wasn’t safe and that he was going to get me one way or another.” Tears started to well up in my eyes and Jughead’s tough exterior started to fade.

“Does Archie know? Or any of the rest of them?”

“Arch does, sorta. Apparently the Hood has been in contact with Betty and he started threatening her with me, said if she stopped doing what he wanted then he was going to take me. I don’t know what was going through Archie’s head when he made and posted that video, he basically just made a bigger target on our backs,” I explained, “but they don’t know that I know. I just overheard their conversation and then went home. Jug i’m absolutely terrified, i’ve been back for a few weeks and bad things are happening.”

By this time Toni is back with bandages and starts to clean me up.

“Yeah,” the Tall boy speaks up, “that was pretty stupid of your brother to post that. Jug, would you say that you and, uh, sorry what’s you’re name?” He questioned me.

“Uh, (Y/N).” you speak up.

“Okay, Jug are you and (y/n) close? So close that you would say she’s, like, say family?” The Tall boy just stared at Jughead and then made eye contact with Toni, who was smirking.

“What the hell Sweat Pea? What does this have to do with anything?” Jughead quizzically asked.

“Oh my gosh Jug, just answer the damn question.” Toni looked up at him.

“Well yeah, yeah she’s like a sister. Now can someone tell me why the hell this matters?” Jughead looks around at the smiling faces of the people that have gathered around us.

The Tall boy, Sweet Pea I now know, then speaks with a smile.

“(Y/N), you are now an honorary member of the Southside Serpents. Welcome.”

A/N: I think i’m going to write a part two, but want to see what the responses are to this first, let me know what you think in my ask box! also i’ll do requests! :)