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I’ve written out a few pretty typical stories…

Eugene’s a 23 year old woman and your name is Avideh. You’re a student at a university studying physics and chemical engineering. You’ve recently spoken out against Islamic fundamentalism.

Title: Not Like This
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: Agnst, may or may not be total shit but I like it. I also hate writing fights but it was a necessary evil.

Danny brushed his hand through his hair, weaving past some of the people who were still out on the streets that evening. His steps were quick as he tried to get to Colleen’s dojo as soon as possible, a little smile on his face at the prospect of seeing you.

Earlier that morning, Danny took you to meet her and Claire for the first time. He knew you the change of scenery would do you some good and since Joy had forced him to come into the office that day. It seemed like the perfect plan to get you out for a little.

Plus, the two of them were more than thrilled to meet the girl Danny wouldn’t shut up about and get to ask you questions about what he was like when he was younger.

And when he mentioned you were learning to defend yourself, Colleen practically lit up at the idea of getting to teach you.

Danny missed you throughout the day though.

He had become so accustomed to having you around him all the time that when a full day passed and all he had to do for the day was paparwork, he was more than thrilled to see you again and hear everything about your day.

He didn’t even notice when some guy directly knocked into him, briefly apologizing before carrying on his way.

The delight was short lived though, because as soon as he made to into the building of the dojo, it was unnervingly quiet. Colleen almost always had music playing and the inside of the building was pitch black.

Using the light on his phone, Danny managed to find his way through the building. But his blood ran cold when the door of the main dojo was hanging open, several of the screws on the hinges loose or on the floor.

Danny slowly stepped inside, the light from the street lamps streaming in from the windows, letting him see that the room was empty. He reached into his coat to grab his phone to look for any messages from any of you, but in the pocket his hand grabbed onto a card.

It was a small bit of stiff paper with an address written out in mismatched letters and numbers, he flipped it over to a symbol he was becoming far too familiar with as of recently.

He took one more glance around the room before bolting out of the building.

It was a warehouse.

Why is it always warehouses?

Danny parked his car a bit of distance away, taking a moment to stake out the place and noticing that one was stationed outside, but the card told him he was in the right place.

He quickly made his way to the enterence, looking around and noticing that different sections of it were blocked off by rows of shipping units.

Whoever took the three of you must have gassed the room, Colleen and Claire were capable of handling their own and you might not have been the best fighter but you were smart enough to know how to work your way of dangerous situations.

Still, Danny could feel how hard his heart was beating, practically knocking against his ribcage at the thought of you all being hurt or worse.

Then came the scream.

It was you, he just knew it.

The sound rang in his ears and everything in him just stopped. When Danny heard it again his feet took off, trying to follow the noise. He could make out distict yelling and the overall noise of struggle echoed against the dull walls of the warehouse.

He ran passed a unit but jumped out of his skin whenever something was thrown against it, he skidded back to the opening.

Danny didn’t even notice he fist was glowing until it went through the steel of the lock, practically shattering the whole thing as the doors limply hung open.

All he could see was Claire strapped to a chair and several men holding various weapons try and take on Colleen

She had managed to get herself loose of the restraints and was trying to take care of them.

Danny was only pulled out of his daze when one of them managed to punch him right underneath his ribs.

After catching his breath, Danny took out all of the men in the front of the unit. Once that was taken care of he broke off the restraints for Claire.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Danny asked as he helped her to stand.

“Some of them took her to the back of the unit, I’ll help Claire. Go get her.” Claire ordered, pushing him away and grabbing the nearest weapon she could find.

While Claire and Colleen kept the men busy, Danny jumped over some boxes and immediately saw you slumped against the corner of unit wall.

One of the men landed a kick into your stomach and Danny leaped into action. Trying his best to keep his focus on the task at hand, but the sound of your screaming was still etched into his subconscious.

One guy had managed to pin him against the wall, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw another man walk up to you again.

It took a minute to get himself out of the hold, but just as Danny was about to go to you. You were standing againt the wall now, the man limply leaning against you.

Danny’s brows scruched together, but once you pushed the man off of you and he fell to the ground, blood pooling around he knew something was wrong.


Something clattered onto the ground and Danny watched you staring blankly ahead until you slowly sunk the floor.

Danny ran to you, his hands grasping onto your shoulders while he resisted the urge to go absolutely ballistic at the sight of you.

Bruises trailed down the one side of your hairline and your lip had been split, and he didn’t even want to think about all the injuries he couldn’t see.

But what made him the most heartbroken was the way your gaze was fixated upon your hands. They were covered in blood and your fingers were trembling terribly.

“(Y/n)?” He asked again, his voice much shakier now. “Please look at me.” He begged, hands coming up to cradle your face, his eyes starting to water when he noticed your skin felt like ice.

He could see the terror in your eyes but your expression remained cold. It took a moment but your gaze slowly came to meet his.

“I’m fine.” You whispered, gaze flittering down to your hands.

“Danny,” Claire said, coming up behind him while her hand rested on his shoulder. “She’s going into shock, you have to get her out of here she calm down. We took care of the rest of them.”

Danny only nodded, standing up before he arms wrapped around you in a protective hold, helping you walk out of the storage unit.

He could see you were breathing heavily and you kept mumbling to youself. All he could was tell you over and over again how sorry he was.

Claire lead the whole operation from there, checking everyone’s wounds before putting her sole focus onto you. Danny had given you his jacket and all three of then were doing their best to bring you back.

Once you were starting to come to, Claire ordered Danny to take you home as soon as possible and gave him strict instructions to take care of you and help you rest.

He made sure both Claire and Colleen were completely safe before taking you home.

It was so strange, he couldn’t recall a time when you were completely silent around him. Unless you were lost in a book, you wanted to know everything that was happening with him or the world around you.

But now, to see you look so lost made his heart ache.

It wasn’t until you were safe inside his apartment, sitting on his bed in a new change of clothes, that Danny tried to talk to you again.

“I thought you would be safe at Colleen’s, I had no idea something like this would happen to any of you,” He started. “I am so sorry.”

You placing your hand on top of his. “It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

Danny couldn’t help but shake his head. “Are you okay? I just heard you screaming and I took off running.” His fingers lightly traced the banaged Claire had placed on your hands.

“I never wanted to hurt anyone.” You said, your voice breaking off at the end. “And now I’ve killed someone.”

Danny hands reached out to you and pulled into a tight hug. “It wasn’t your fault, that person deserved what he got and you only did what you had to.”

He could hear your muffled cries, and he didn’t know how to make the pain go away.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. I never wanted to put you in danger,” He whispered, pulling back and resting his forehead against yours. “This doesn’t change anything about you. You’re gonna be just fine, okay?”

You wiped at your eyes and only offered him a weak smile, not having the heart to give him a proper response.

So I did write this before but I fixed it.
I thought of this story a while ago and finally decided to put it out. I haven’t written a full out story in a while, so please excuse this rusty mess.

Pairing: Loki x reader x Thor

Word count: at least 1000

Author: Me


“Mommy, tell me a story” the young girl sat in her silken sheets as tired doe eyes force to stay open.

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” you smiled warmly, looking at her small figure in the all too big bed.

“Please” she begged the best she could, her voice small as she took in a yawn.

“Alright” you sighed. “I’ll tell you the tale of a young girl, and her prince who saved her”


Now I tell you, the long lost tale of two brothers and the daughter of a forgotten God.

Young and silent.

She stood, basking in the warm glow of the fires in a dark, dark place she stood, terrified of what could happen to the world she once knew.

She was torn between thunder and mischief, a thief and a man of good. Her father banned her from seeing them, told her about the dangers she could cause to her own well being.

She cried and screamed, the feeling of fault and failure she abjured due to her fathers discipline tore her down, made her feel helpless as he locked her away in a dark castle.

“This is to keep you safe” he shouted, locking the large door, ignoring her protests and cries.
“When you forget about them, you’ll be free”

For three years the she was locked away.

For three years she held up in her forgotten tomb, hidden away in a foreign palace.

She stood, loneliness filled her fragile body, longing for a way out, until one day, the man of good came to save her, to take her away from the terrible fate she had.

“But you know what could happen” she pleaded, begged him not to take her, the outcome could damage him, destroy the bright eyed man he was.
But he ignored it, breaking her free from her prison and taking her away.

He brought her to freedom, to his home, away from the depths of loneliness, filling her with love and passion only he could help her with.

Until one day, the man of mischief destroyed it.

The thief wallowed away in jealousy and pain he stored from watching his lone brother take the woman he loved so dearly away from him.

The only way he felt he could destroy the pain, was to take her away, forever, to destroy her like she destroyed him.

In anger, a heartfelt rage, he stood in front of his brother, staff in hand, an icy breeze tore her away from him.

“Traitor” he shouted “you thief” he screamed, in a rage fueled swing, he tossed his brother away, rushing to the young girl.

“I’ll kill you” he sobbed, staff raised her protests growing scared of what he was going to do.

His face twisted in a sorrowful scowl, lowering golden staff to her chest, silencing her pleas.

“Loki” the man of good screamed, painful weeps left him as Loki stood in shock of what he did. “How could you!” He shouted pushing past his shocked brother, landing dejectedly to his knees, embracing the now breathless woman.

His pale face emotionless, he dropping his once golden staff, the realization of what he did setting in.

“How could you” the man of good sobbed, his baby blue orbs bloodshot from the salty tears that cascaded down his face.

“How could you do this to her” he shouted, a rage unknown filled his body, stormy clouds filled the once blue sky, thunder rolled in as the man of good summoned his mighty hammer in grief.

“You shall regret this, brother” he shouted, calling his strength, blowing the man of mischief away, rushing to the motionless girl.

“Please wake up” he muttered, fear, such an unwanted feeling filled him, as he held her in his arms.


“And I think that’s it for tonight” you said, a tired smile working its way onto your worn face, the memories fading.

“But mommy” she whined “what happened to the girl?” Chuckling you pecked her forehead, tucking her in and turning off her light.

“That my dear, is for another night” you said, walking towards her baby pink colored door.

“Good night” you said finally leaving the child’s room, exhaling a tired sigh.

“She seems to have enjoyed that story love” his voice uncharacteristically quiet as he stood in the hallway, waiting for you.

“I’d have to agree” you said a small smile worked its way across your equally tired features.

“How about we get to bed too, you’ve had a quite a long day” he mumbled, an amused smile stretched almond his childlike features, his baby blues shining with undying love.

“I’d like that very much Thor”

Doms and Subs: How To Be Effective

Here’s a topic I see come up a lot in RPing, ‘Domming’ and ‘Subbing’. In case you aren’t aware these stand for ‘Dominant’ and ‘Subordinate’. It’s more or less a set of terms determining who has the most power in their hands in an RP. Who’s the predator? The alpha? The initiator? Even though these terms are most widely known from the bondage community, they really come into play with almost every interaction you’ll have in an RP, both sexual and non-sexual. Even if you’re RPing some grand adventure, someone has to be in charge. Who decides if you run into a dragon? Who sets the rules for your universe? Whose choice is it, ultimately, what happens to the characters?

The subordinate is usually the reactionary position of the pair. The dom initiates an action, and then the sub reacts. How the sub reacts to the action of the dom progresses the RP and so forth. However this does not always have to be the case. It is perfectly possible to have equal control of an RP, by planning beforehand and giving equal input on what you’re going to do, but we’ll talk about this more in a moment. For now, lets go into each position in-depth.


As someone who has RP’d for quite some time, I notice that a lot of people have trouble with this position. It’s perfectly understandable, there are a lot more subs in the world than there are doms, so not everyone quite has the mindset to play the dominant role. I do think however, that anyone who wants to RP on a regular basis should at least know the mechanics behind such a position. If you’re going to have a long term partner, they might want to switch it up every now and again. Most of the long-time friends I’ve made during RP sessions could at least handle doing so every now and again. Variety is the spice of life, so its worth it to look into doing this to make sure everyone is happy. It can be a special treat for a friend, or just a way to be in the power position for a bit. There are several things that make a good dom, so I’m going to do this in bullet points.


This is SUPER important for any dom, and subs for that matter, even if you might be into non-consensual scenarios. This is where OOC (Out Of Character) comes in handy (typically in brackets). Before you start an RP with anyone, always make sure they’re okay with anything you want to include. Talk as yourself for a bit, and run some things by your partner. Is it going to get bloody? Make sure they don’t mind, or even in some cases like, blood. What rating are you going for? Something G-rated or straight up XXX? Do they also want to do that? Always make sure everyone in any RP is okay with the things you want to tackle inside of it. I’ve been in many an RP that was going swimmingly until the Dom (or subs in some cases) brought something out of left field that just totally killed my interest. If you know someone might not be into something, run it by them first.

* Understanding Your Sub

I’ll have to do a whole post on OOC at some point. But nothing improves an RP like understanding just what your sub wants.  Doing a sexual RP? Then know how to push your partner’s buttons. Doing an adventurous RP? Know what kind of stories your sub would like to do. Someone who loves pirates isn’t going to want to RP about the zombie apocalypse, and someone who’s into feet isn’t gonna want to do an RP all about hands (Unless of course you do a Foot Loving, Handsy Zombie Pirate RP, whatever floats your boat). But even beyond that, before you start an RP, use OOC to understand why your sub likes a certain thing. I’ve had numerous people know what I like out of general principle, and then proceed to dance around it in un-interesting ways because they didn’t take the time to talk to me about it beforehand. Discussion is key to any RP. Talk, understand, listen, and then play. Sometimes you’ll meet someone whom you click with to the point where you don’t have to do this, but more often than not, this improves RPs.


If you have trouble playing the dominant role in RPs, I’d suggest looking at dominant roles you yourself enjoy, or that the person who will play the sub enjoys. How do they move? How do they talk? What kind of things might they do in a given scenario? RP stands for role playing, so know your role. The character doesn’t have to be like you, because its not you. You’re filling a role, so try to fill it well! I’ll do a post on character creation and falling into a role later down the line, but for now, if you want to dom, go look at some doms!


If you’re not good at domming, then, just like with anything, you need to dom more! Trust me, there are PLENTY of people out there who will fall at your feet to be practice partners, and this is often a fun way to explore yourself as much as your partner. How do you dom? While the sub’s interest are important, doing this lets you find out what you enjoy about doming. If you play a dom you don’t enjoy, then no one is going to have fun, so feel yourself out a little.  Maybe create a character just for doing this with, or if you’re a more adventure RP kind of person, a world in which you make the rules. This can be a learning endeavor and well worth it. Some of the things you’ll have to practice apply to both parties, so I’ll go more in depth on this in a later post about ‘Switch’ roles.

Because I can’t possibly list every way to be a good dom in this post, I’ll move on to subs for now, but I will try to construct a list of dom-archetypes in a later post to give folks a better idea of what to expect from which type, and what things to practice specifically for which type.


“But wait!” I hear you cry. “I’m already a good sub, subbing is easy!”

No. No it isn’t. Trust me, as someone who ends up playing the dom quite a lot, a sub that makes you do all the work is about as fun as a water balloon full of thumbtacks. A lot of people take subbing for granted, but trust me, there’s a LOT of bad subs out there. The sub is just as much a part of the RP as the dom, and can ruin a good RP just as easily as the dom can. Here are a few tips to avoid this.


If you’re the sub in an RP, don’t just drift along like a leaf in whatever’s happening. Simply squirming, or laying back and trying to let your dom guide everything can get boring quickly. Even if you’re bound from head to toe, there’s still a bunch of reactions that you can get through just from describing things like thoughts, facial expressions, heartrate, and things of that nature. If your dom does something to you, such as goosing your rump, or siccing a dragon on you, you have to react to it, and describe those reactions. There’s nothing more disheartening for a good dom than setting something up, and having the sub totally ignore it.

If they touch you, describe how that touch felt on your end. If they say something to you, say something back if appropriate. You react to the dom, and the dom reacts to how you react to them. If you don’t give them anything, it’s hard to get anything. This factors into something I’ll go into more detail on in its own post, but the main thing is to try and balance your posts with your doms. A good RP has posts of similar length on both sides. If you’re a “One-Line” RPer, that’s fine, and even fun sometimes, but try to find someone who shares that post length so reactions are balanced.

*Don’t Write for Your Dom

As the owner of this blog, and someone who tries hard to stay neutral and fair to all RPing styles, let me take a moment to break character. This. Gets. On. My. Tits. I have met many a sub who is a bit of a control nut, I’ll have something written out, and then when it’s their turn they’ll say my character has done something I never said they did. This is usually due to them wanting to get to the good bits quickly, or wanting the dom to do a certain action they haven’t done yet. But let me tell you its terrible form. It either forces your dom to go with what you’ve written, or halt the RP breaking immersion to point out that their character hasn’t done that. As a sub, you can do anything you wish with your character within the bounds of reason, but never write for your partner’s character without permission. I’ve been frustrated by this many a time.

“As u releaze me frum teh handcufz ur hand shuts out to greb myne :D!”

~Bad RPer


This is more a tip for finding a partner than anything, but find someone who matches the tone you like, or if you have a friend who doesn’t quite match your tone, but is a fun partner, try to match the tone on a case by case basis. If there’s a deep, threatening predator in the RP, don’t go for a bunch of smiles and hugging, unless that’s the tone your dom is going for. You can be yourself OOC of course, but once in an RP, try to keep the tone of that RP. I’m not a huge fan of smilies, but some people love them to death, and that’s fine. If you want to toss a little <3 into your RP go right ahead, but if it’s in an RP about the death of civilization, or some kind of bondage or non consensual scenario it’s not going to fit.

“;X then i activate my final forme and destoy the wurld ;ZZ”

~Brother of Bad RPer

RPing is a dance, try to move with your partner, and not step on their feet. This is the ultimate theme throughout both subbing and domming; match tones with your partner. Match lengths, posting times, anything you can, find rhythm. If someone types five paragraphs, don’t respond with one line. If someone writes one line, don’t respond with five paragraphs. Dance with them. You won’t be able to do this with everyone, but when you find someone with whom you can it’s wonderful.

*Don’t Be Demanding

As I stated at the start of this post, there are a lot more subs than doms in the world. So in a lot of cases, when you’re RPing with a dom, it’s usually a sub or a switch filling the role for you. Be considerate of this, and don’t get angry for things they might not want to do, or try to force them into things they’re not comfortable with. I’ve had this happen to me a few times and its never fun for anyone. If your dom has said no to something, don’t try to sneak it into the RP later, and if you’re not sure someone is cool with something, don’t spring it on them. OOC is important, talk to your dom, find middle ground. Usually there’s a compromise to be had.

Whew! Well that took a while. I hope you enjoyed, and if you read down to this point thank you! I couldn’t cover everything, and I’ve BARELY blown the dust off the surface, but I hope it helps! But if you have any specific questions, ASK ME! I’m here to help! Anything at all, nothing is too lewd, or embarrassing. I’ve done it all so go right ahead. Please, like follow and reblog if you’re enjoying our little discussion on RPing, much thanks to Solidness for helping with this post.

Okay I know it’s Pancake Day today and not Valentine’s Day but I’ve been sat on this one for a while and it’d be unfair of me to hold off on it any longer. I’m getting back to requests just as soon as I’m on top of revision and coursework. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this fluffy little piece. It’s dedicated to my girlfriend; my noodle (hence the nickname mentioned in the story). Have a good Valentine’s Day, you dork. 


“I know you think you’re being cute-”
“Excuse me,” You protested, “but I am in fact very cute.”

Wanda smirked and pulled the mug out of your hands, lifting it higher than you could reach as she pulled it away from you.
“I know you’re cute. You’re also incredibly modest.”

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TRUE ROMANCE XVIII + Book 2 of Soul Mate [also on AO3] + MASTERLIST

Summary: What if second chances did exist…except in another lifetime?

A/N: Sorry it took a while to post the new part, I’ve been quite busy lately! True Romance possibly has a good 2-7 parts left (depending how much more i’d like to add) so it’s a heads up! Any who, enjoy!

Word Count: 3.1K+

Warning: Minor profanity…

If you were having an out-of-body experience, you probably would’ve been embarrassed by the way you had fallen asleep on Ben. The last few nights you two slept together were different from tonight–you actually slept as if he weren’t even there and you weren’t sure if Ben even realized it.

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Title: Hear Your Heart (purpledaisy)

Words: 78,224

Rating: Explicit

Summary: “That collective groan leads me to some more rules: do not cry, do not complain, and do not be embarrassing. This isn’t an easy job by any means but you all chose it. If you didn’t, get out now.” - Written for the prompt: Harry and Zayn are first year surgical interns.

Edit by the amazing, incredible, lovely Camie @ohnoballoons

Ok, honestly Lexa was the best character that ever happened to this show. I’m upset and I’m so sad that she died, but aside from being sad like any other person whose favorite character dies, I’m so angry. I’m angry because of the way she dies. She was shot by Titus, not trying to protect Clarke, not trying to protect herself or any of her people, she gets shot by just WALKING THROUGH THE FCKING DOOR!!! Ok in the back of my mind I kinda knew that Lexa was probably gonna die, but for her to die this way is just UNACCEPTABLE! I really strongly believe she should have died in some other way then just walking through a Freaking door and being shot because Titus’ aim was off. I get that it was suppose to be some kind of “surprise” element but that was one of the most predictable things that has ever happened!! I’m just so pissed off because Lexa was this strong character that brought a lot to the table and the way she dies is just so un-honorable that I don’t know if I can watch the show anymore. I’m so disappointed in the way this turned out after all the hype about this episode because truthfully it didn’t deserve it not just because my favorite character died, but because it was poorly written out. But Eliza and Alycia played it out so perfectly that you could feel all the emotions so props to them, of course there is no reason to be upset about how these two acted because they were perfect and as much as I hate the scene their acting did make it tolerable to watch, big shoutout to them for bringing these characters to life and giving us this opportunity to see what true love actually looks like.


                                      So this is me swallowing my pride,
                   Standing in front of you saying, “I’m sorry for that night,”
                                 And I go back to December all the time.


“RIVERDALE IMAGINE: Betty expresses her feelings for you while you give her a make over”

Inspired by Love Like This by Kodaline

warnings: making out / its just really really gay, like oh my god it’s gay

[I do not own the gif above!]


Betty was in love with Archie. 

She always had been and somehow you just figured that she always would be. Not that you wanted her to be, in fact you had spent an entire year praying she would stop one day. But that was selfish of you, all you wanted was for her to be happy with someone. 

Watching Archie fall for Veronica was almost as hard for you as it was for Betty. It wasn’t uncommon for you, Betty and Veronica to hang out often and rant about boys and girls. Veronica often joked about the love of her life being a Mexican girl back home. Betty tried her best not to mention for the millionth time that Archie was her first and current love. 

But recently things had become complicated. Veronica spent more time with Archie than normal. Betty distanced herself from the redheaded boy and suddenly you two were together almost every night. 

It was wonderful and painful all at once. 

Safety was the hug she gave you every night before you crossed the street to your own house. It was the way her hair felt between your fingers when she let you brush it to calm her down on rough nights. It was especially the way she curled up to you on the nights you stayed over to watch movies and fall asleep in her bed. 

You had always imagined yourself with a Veronica. Someone thrilling whose looks gave you a slight shock when they walked into the room. Maybe someone slightly mysterious and sexy. 

Your love for Betty had snuck up on you over the years. Now you were so engrossed by it that no one else could hold a candle to her. She was the brightest part of your life. 

That particular night you were brushing blush across her cheeks and trying to calm your heartbeat down. Betty always had a lovely scent, it was soft and made your chest flood with warmth, maybe made with a hint of baby powder and coconut. Everything about her was familiar and loving, no one else could give you that feeling. 

“I’m glad we got the homework done, I bet we’re the only ones finished,” she said excitedly, the particular infliction to her words that made you smile. There was something unique in her voice when she got serious about something. 

Betty was an impressive student, but she didn’t exactly get intense about homework that often. You decide to brush off the thought and grab the comb off her vanity table. The calming pink of her room combined with the twitter of her voice reminded you that you had her all to yourself for the night.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs swinging back and forth while you sat cross legged behind her. She was beginning to bite her nails and you smacked her hand lightly while telling her to stop messing up her lipgloss and the nail polish you had just put on her. 

“Yeah I’m happy to have it over with. Now we have the whole weekend off.” You started to pull the gold coloured comb through her flaxen waves of hair. She flinched when it tugged through a knot and you put a hand on the top of her head to steady her as you ran the brush through again. 

“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” she asked tentatively, her shoulders tensing slightly.

“I thought we were supposed to all try and sleep in Jughead’s treehouse like when we were kids? We promised Veronica we could all fit even though that’s a complete lie.” 

Betty laughed and shrugged, seemingly relaxing a bit as you finished brushing her hair and pulled it through an elastic. 

“Well Jughead texted to say that he’s visiting his cousins in the city and it wouldn’t really be like old times if he isn’t there. Archie still wants to but I… Maybe you and I could just stay here for the weekend and let Veronica and Archie go?”

Your lips became twisted in a slight grimace as your brows furrowed. Betty hadn’t spent a weekend with Veronica and Archie in weeks, instead recruiting you for a slightly absurd amount of sleepovers. Everything seemed perfect at school, but you were beginning to think that those school weeks exhausted Betty’s happy-go-lucky facade. 

“Betty, I don’t want you missing out on these times with our friends. I know how hard it is for you to be around Archie and Veronica but I don’t want you constantly stuck with just me when–” 

“Archie? You think I still want Archie?” 

Her words rang through your mind a few times before you realized you wearing an embarrassingly shocked expression that couldn’t have been attractive. Betty wasn’t making sense; if she didn’t love Archie then why did she only ever settle for hanging out with you? 

“You’ve always loved Archie, why wouldn’t I still think you want him? I thought you’ve been using me to avoid him and Veronica.” You didn’t mean to sound as hurt as you were, but it had been building up in the past few weeks. You ate up every moment of attention Betty gave you, but subconsciously you had always figured you were sort of being used. 

Betty swung around and readjusted herself on the bed, looking at you face to face. Her cheeks were flush with more than the light blush that you had put on them earlier and you noticed the tips of her ears were heating up. She was the same nervous mess you had seen back when she used to follow Archie around like a puppy dog. 

“I wouldn’t use you for anything, Y/N. I want to spend every second with you sometimes and I know that sounds crazy but if it does, so be it. I can embrace that because spending time with you is when I’m happiest.” 

You didn’t mean to stare at her so intensely but it was as if her words had cast a spell on you. She grabbed your hand between hers and ran her fingers from the heel of your palm to the padding of your finger tips. You shivered and your eyelids fluttered, melting into a puddle of disbelief and complete bliss. 

“Betty, I…” your words seemed to fade away as you became enraptured by your reflection in her jade eyes. You looked absolutely lovestruck and suddenly it became so clear that she had to have known. It was too obvious, too clear how much you loved her. 

“I know,” she whispered, her words as wispy yet tangible as cotton. You could practically feel it’s underlying meaning stroking your cheek. 

And then her words were replaced by her feathery touch against your jaw and the unsaid thoughts on your lips met with hers. Breath was hardly a necessity when the push and pull between your mouths was far more addicting. The taste of bubblegum lipgloss with a hint of cosmetic bitterness met your tongue as it ghosted across her bottom lip. A soft, breathless kiss with flavoured lipgloss couldn’t have been any more Betty

The palm of your hand was melded against her thigh, kneading circles into her soft skin. Betty sat up on her knees and moved closer against you, her legs parting as she moved into your lap. Your hand moved up against her hip and guided her legs as they wrapped around your waste. The manoeuvre was hardly flawless but it only made you pull her tighter against you. The slight weight of her body elicited a moan from your throat and her teeth dug into your bottom lip in response. 

You took a deep breath and her lips pressed against your jaw, moving slowly towards your neck almost teasingly. You gripped the sleeve of her dove white cardigan and she sucked gently at your neck, a pulsing beginning between your thighs. 

“Slow down.” Your words were deep and hushed, the only tone you could manage. You could feel Betty’s lips twist in a smile before she pulled back and placed one last kiss against your mouth. 

“Countless sleepovers and we somehow avoided this for how long?” 

“Too long,” you responded quickly, releasing your choke hold on the material of her cardigan. She stayed sitting in your lap and stroked your jaw, creating small indents into your skin with the curve of her finger nail. “But we’ll have plenty more to make up for it.” 

She grinned, a gleam in her eyes letting you know that she found your wavering self control amusing. You sighed and wrapped your arms around her, leaning into her and letting your head rest against her chest. She began to run her fingers through your hair and you just breathed her in for a few moments. 

“I love you a little too much, Betty Cooper.” 


A/N: Let me know your thoughts because it’s been a while since I wrote an imagine that I actually liked! It inspires me to write more when I hear what people think/want more of. If you have requests you can also send them in. Anyways, I love Betty Cooper. 


You’ve been doing well, and you’re enduring. You will be going forward. Plus you have me.