where did his pants go

Thank God For Sobriety

Two months.

It had been two months since Jughead Jones had broken up with Betty Cooper, two months since FP had been released on parole and two months since Jughead had begun to feel the ever present crushing weight of the disappointment piling on his shoulders thicker than any leather jacket he had ever worn.

Fp was ashamed, he felt guilty and hurt that his son was following in his footsteps, he wanted nothing more than to see his oldest succeed, make something of himself. But No, everyday he came home from his Job at Hal Coopers mechanic shop to find his son asleep on the couch, Serpents jacket draped over his shoulders and the bags beneath his eyes darkening.

The older man had been sober for three months, Jugheads father never even so much as glanced at a bottle however, tonight was different. Tonight he would be surrounded by alcohol, surrounded by his former gang members, it was the ultimate test, would he slip? Would he allow the liquid poison to destroy the new life he was trying to build for his family or would he stay strong, would he follow through?

One quick glance at his beanie wearing son slumped against the pool table looking absolutely miserable , a girl with purple streaks in her hair was leaning up against Jughead as he stood stoic.

No, Fp couldn’t slip. Not tonight.

Then he saw her, pastel pinks and blues, a vision of soft cotton and shiny blonde hair. Her eyes were panicked as she searched the smoky bar for something, someone. She caught his eye finally, Fp stood from his bar stool waving a hand towards her as she quickly glided through the rowdy men and scantily dressed young girls.

“Fp, are you okay?! My dad sent me, he said you had an emergency with your bike, he made it sound like there was an accident, I drove here as fast as I could but… but I just kept thinking… what if I’m too late? What if it wasn’t you, what if it was J…” The Beautiful Blonde trailed off, shaking her head and wrapping her arms tight around the older mans waist. “I was so worried” she whispered.

Well good atleast Hal had done his job, you could say a lot of things about the Cooper father but he loved his daughter and he would do anything to make her happy, including involve himself in this silly little plan.

Fp caught his sons startled and nervous eyes from across the room, Jughead pushed away from the purple haired girl, eyes trained on the tiny blonde in his fathers arms.

“Oh no little Coop, you know your dad, so dramatic, my bike broke down outside the bar, I can’t get home without it running and I just can’t figure it out. Of course he’d send you, you are the best mechanic on his team.” He grinned as his future daughter in law blushed prettily.

Betty placed a tiny scarred palm on Fps forearm, her eyes filled with concern and maternal kindness.

“What are you doing here Fp? you shouldn’t be here. If you felt like you needed to talk you know you can always call my dad, or come over! Remember last time? You and dad watched baseball and I made blueberry pie? You said it was better than any scotch you’ve ever had! I can make that again, I just need to run to the store although I’m not sure they’re open this late but I do have cherries at home! I can make a great Che..”

With a laugh a gentle pat to her head the grown man shook his head

“I just needed to check on someone, no drinking for me, and I’ll take you up on they cherry pie offer some other time but right now? Id Be eternally grateful if you could fix my bike for me? I’ll meet you out there in a minute.”

She nodded quickly, hustling through the crowds with practiced ease.

The moment she disappeared from view another familiar face was standing before him, eyes frantic as he ran a hand wildly through his now beanieless black waves.

“What’s wrong? Why is she here? Is it Polly? The babies?! Is it her mom? Is she okay? It’s late she has school in the morning! What did she say to you? Where did she go?!” Jughead panted, his hands reaching out desperately for his fathers collar.

Fp smiled lazily

“She’s just fixing my bike, I’ll be out there in a few minutes, gotta talk to rusty here about putting a few nonalcoholic beverages on the menu.” He teased laughing at the bartenders goofy grin.

“You let her go outside alone?! Here?! What’s wrong with you, you can’t just.. god.. I can’t even believe you!” The young Serpent growled before ripping off in the direction of the door.

Fp leaned back in his stool propping his arms behind his head.

“Take it away son.” He grinned.

Jughead found her leaning over Fps old Harley, hair pulled back in a messy bun and soft blue skirt flowing gently in the wind, her hands were buried deep in the engine and her nose was scrunched in confusion.

“Find the problem kenickie?”

Betty jumped at the familiar rumble of her ex boyfriends voice, her hands trembling as she held the wrench right, looking away quickly she sighed.

“No. I don’t see anything wrong. Other than a few rusty spark plugs it’s in perfect condition, he can bring it to the shop tomorrow, now that you’re here you can take him home. I better go it’s late.” Turning on her heel something in Jughead snapped, he couldn’t just let her walk away again, he wouldn’t be able to bare it if she got in that car and drove away for the second time.

“Betts… Juliet…please” he called after her.

She stiffened.

“I’m going home Jughead.” She whispered

Taking a deep breath he started

“I wish I could go home, I haven’t been able to go home for two months. Nothing feels like home anymore. My trailer.. there’s no tiny pink sweaters folded on top of the couch, there’s no lemonade in the fridge, it doesn’t smell like vanilla and honey, my bed.. it’s empty every night. After school.. I still wait for you to come and take your cheerleading sneakers off and drop your feet in my lap. I don’t have a home anymore because you are my home Betty Cooper and…. and damn I want to come home.” He whispered.

She turned abruptly, raindrop tears falling fast from her meadow green eyes as she stood a few feet from him. Stretching her arms open she smiled shaking

“Come home Juggie.”

And seven years later when Jughead dropped down on one knee in the tiny White House they shared on the Southside and asked Betty Cooper to be his wife, Fp Jones was there, sitting sandwiched between Alice cooper and Hal Cooper.

And maybe when he whispered

“Thank god for sobriety”

No one questioned it one bit.

For @mormoc, who has been so sweet and nice to me when I needed a friend the most, thank you for checking up on me and making sure I am okay, we haven’t been friends for long but you have been nothing but sweet to me and I wanted to thank you and this is the best way I could think of.

There was a trail of rose petals outside her cabin, blue rose petals and she felt her heart beat faster. She wasn’t sure it was made for her, but when she looked back to see her siblings they were all smiling at her and Malcolm took a step forward to her.

“Go on, follow the blue road,” he said to her. Annabeth could see his smile, he had the biggest smile out of all her siblings.

“Malcolm, what does this mean?”

“Don’t think, just follow it.” He pushed her gently towards the door. “Go.”

Annabeth gave a last look to her siblings, some of them gestured for her to go inside and she started to follow the trail. She felt a little silly but something inside her was pulsing with anticipation. She was supposed to be going to out for a girls night with Piper and Hazel, but they were nowhere to be seen, actually she couldn’t see any other camper. Annabeth was wearing her favorite boots, dark jeans and a loose blouse, Piper had told her to dress comfortably, that she needed a break from the orange shirts.

Annabeth was starting to realise that she’d been tricked, she was not going to a dinner and she had a feeling Percy was behind of this.

The trail went all the way past the cabins and the big house, it seemed to end by Thalia’s tree, where she could see some lights shining in the night. Her hands started to sweat, she was sure there wasn’t an important day to celebrate, it was not her birthday and it was not their anniversary, she could only think of one thing, but she didn’t let her her brain to keep going with that thought, she didn’t want to get her hopes up.

The walk to Thalia’s tree felt endless, her heart was beating faster with every step she took. When she finally reached the top of the hill she could finally see the source of the light, there were candles forming a circle and inside which, stood Percy. He was facing away from her.

“Percy,” she said stepping inside the circle and he turned to face her, he was wearing dark pants and blue button down shirt, his hands were tucked into the pockets of his pants. “What’s going on? Where is everybody?”

“Did you know we met in this spot, exactly ten years ago?” He was smiling at her, that beautiful smile she loved, but there was a hint of nervous there. “I didn’t remember the exact date, but Chiron helped me.”

“Perce.” Her voice was quiet, she couldn’t get her hopes up, this could not be what she was thinking, but oh gods, she wanted it to be so badly, she wanted him to propose so badly.

He took a step forward and she did the same. “Ten years ago I was laying in this grass and I was about to pass out and then I saw you.” He took another step closer to her and he was so close to her, but not close enough. “The pretty girl with the princess hair and you said one thing. Do you remember what you said?”

“He must be the one.” Annabeth didn’t realize she was crying until Percy wiped her tears away with his thumb.

“You were talking about the prophecy, I know. But Annabeth, you’re the one.” He finally took the final step that was keeping them apart. “You have always been the one, my anchor, my light, my strength, my partner, my best friend.”

Annabeth’s breathing was speeding up, his hands were cupping her face and he was looking at her with those sea green eyes that were brighting so much. She was afraid to talk, because it was happening, every single part of her body was telling her, it was finally happening. She leaned into his right hand and kissed his wrist.

“It has always been you and it will always be you.” He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before he took a step back. She barely had time to miss the warm of his hands before he was in front of her, down on one knee, with a little box in his hand.

“I have been trying to ask you this for the past few months, this ring has been on my pocket for so long and now that I am doing it, I can’t remember what I wanted to tell you.” He gave her a nervous smile and she laughed, her tears were falling and falling but she didn’t care. “You’re so beautiful, Annabeth, inside and outside. You’re so beautiful, brilliant and smart and amazing and I don’t know what I did for you to love me, but I am the luckiest men alive because you do. You love me, you decided to be mine and I am yours, I have always been yours, even if I didn’t realized it.”

“I have always been yours too,” she said quietly.

“Will you do me the honor of marry me? Of being my wife and waking up next to me everyday, I mean we already do that, but, oh my gods. Will you marry me?”

She was nodding like crazy, she couldn’t speak, she was fighting the sobs until she didn’t care about them anymore. She kneeled infront of him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. I’ll marry you, I’ll be your wife, yes.” She kissed him. “Yes.”

“The ring,” he said and she nodded and finally saw the ring, a silver band with two small diamonds and between them there was a sapphire. It was absolutely beautiful. Annabeth could feel Percy’s hand shaking while he took her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. He was still holding her hand when he stood up, helping her stand too. He kissed her again and again and again, sometimes breaking the kiss because they were laughing.

“It was about time!” A voice yelled from the forest, making them separate and Annabeth could see Clarisse leading the campers towards them.

“Oh gods,” Percy groaned but she could see a smile on his face. “Seriously?”

“The lovebirds need to cool off,” Clarisse yelled and just like the last time, campers went towards them and raised them in their arms,

Annabeth could see it was the rest of the seven the ones who were carrying them towards the lake and she could hear Percy’s laugh next to her, his hand in hers. She turned her face to look at him, he was already looking at her with the biggest smile on his face, a smile reserved for her.

She knew what was going to happen, but that didn’t stop her from screaming when her body fell into the lake. And just like six years ago, Percy pulled her deep into the lake, a bubble of air already forming around them.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

I Thought You Were Different: Book 3 (Part 4/?) (Steve Rogers x reader)

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I felt the urge to update twice today, I guess.  If you’ve followed me for a while, you might recognize a part of this from another story.

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You know when you see a post so stupid and you just need to shoot it down for your own sanity? This is what this is, so feel free to skip and not read, haha.

I saw a post from someone saying that most of Killian’s actions in S3 that were in service to Emma and her family, were just Killian trying to get in Emma’s pants and not truly wanting to help out of the goodness of his heart. I know that’s been said left and right by people who are anti-Hook and haven’t even tried to learn and understand the inner workings of his character but I just want to talk about that – because Killian’s character is important to me and to see his actions sold short like that just really pisses me off.

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