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corrodedcoffins-blog · 3 months

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Bonding of Sorts

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: isla and walker are 15 in the timeline (probably ~mid 2024 vibes)

warning: teenage love, the start of a step-mom/step-daughter relationship <3

word count: 1.8k

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liked by walker.scobell, y/nswife_, and others

tagged: @/sienna.taylor, @/Haley08_, @/_jesss, @/lil.lilian, and @/y/nl/n

isla_munson: "everybody knows that private school girls are bad, and bad girls always wear red nail polish" -loerlai gilmore

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y/nl/n: gorgeous girls!

lil.lilian: you did me dirty in that pic.

isla_munson: impossible! theres no doing you dirty, you look beautiful at every angle!

lil.lilian: liar but 😘😘

_jesss: not hals completely judging me in the forth pic

Haley08_: yeah, im always judging you

_jesss: 🖕

walker.scobell: cute fit, or lack thereof

isla.munson: omg! thats exactly what my dad said!

sienna.taylor: my little private school girl 🥰

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Tina

@/updates_on_y/nl/n

Isla Munson posted these two photos of her and Y/n on her instagram today!

Lani @/percabeth.hearts replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n I've never seen y/n happier!!

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n They're relationship is so cute! 🥰🥰

tess @/it.rhymes.with.jess replying to @/decodeisunderrated y/n and eddie's or y/n and isla's??

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/it.rhymes.with.jess Both! 😁

Jamie @/jAmie_ replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n she shouldn't be hanging out with her boyfriends daughter so much until they're more serious.

nia @/parisgellar_stan replying to @/jAmie_ oh? so you know them personally??

anna @/wolfstar.stan replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n why no one mention how pretty isla is?!?!

betty @/betty_broski replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n the thought of eddie taking the second picture warms my heart <33

Kevin @/pens_87 replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n She looks the same age as heR boyfriends kid 😬

leah @/im.talking.nonsense replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n them out shopping together 😭😭

“Ah.” Isla sighed, dropping her phone to her chest, and looking up at the ceiling. She was sitting on the couch in the New York apartment, Y/n had come over and was walking down the stairs when she saw Isla, “What was that love sick look about?” The woman asked, in a teasing voice.

“Oh, um.. N- nothing.” “Who are they?” Y/n asked, completely disregarding isla’s defence. And coming to sit down next to the girl, forgetting she came down to get her and Eddie drinks.

“His name’s Walker..” Isla grinned, not being able to stop it when talking about Walker, especially not with Y/n they were too close and comfortable with each other now. “..and we’ve been friends for a couple years, and he’s really cute, and I really like him.”

At Isla’s little rant, Y/n sprung into action, “Okay, I’m gonna go get what I came down here to get for Eddie then I’m coming straight back and we’ll talk about this.” “Okay.”

Quickly gathering the ice tea Eddie and her wanted, pouring herself some, and getting Eddie a couple snacks to occupy him, not knowing how long this talk with Isla will last. Then saying a quick ‘one sec.’ to Isla, she ran upstairs, opening the door and finding Eddie where he was before.

“Thank you, angel. Hey, where's yours?” “Downstairs.” Coming to sit on Eddie lap, facing the man, with a serious face on. “What’s wrong?” “Nothings wrong. Just… I wanted to talk to you before I talk to Isla, she wants my advice on a boy, and don’t go be overprotective dad on her. That’s exactly what she doesn’t want. But I need to know what you're okay with me saying, or if you're not okay with me saying anything, and I won’t.”

Smiling, and placing a quick, chaste kiss on his girl’s lips before replying, “Baby, thank you for asking me. I’m fine with you talking to her. So who is he?” “She said his name is Walker? That someone from school or-” “That kid?! Oh well, I don’t think that kid has a bad bone in his body. So yeah, you can.. Give her advice.. On a boy. Geez” “You’re getting old, baby.” Giving the girl a pinch on the ass, causing a jolt of the girl's body and a laugh coming out of her lips, before she continues, “Okay. I’m going. I love you” A quick kiss on her soft lips, and in getting an ‘I love you too’ Y/n walks out of the room, running down the stairs to see where Isla is still sitting.

“Okay! Tell me everything.”

“I just don’t know how you tell a guy you like him.” Nodding in understanding, she mumbles, “It’s hard.” “...How old were you when you got your first boyfriend?” “Umm.. I was 15.” “Did you ask him out or did he ask you?” “He asked me.” The girls were now on the floor, Y/n painting Isla’s toenails, drinking ice tea, and eating popcorn, ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ on in the background.

“Of course he did, cause you’re beautiful. No way he would ask me out.” “Hey. Isla, you are beautiful. And gorgeous, and amazing, and smart. Besides from what you’ve told me about Walker. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did really like you, like you like him, but was just too nervous to say anything.” “Shut up.” Isla says, her face permanently red at this point with how long they’ve been talking about her love life.

“And guys like when girls take charge and ask them out.” “But we’ve been friends for years, and I don’t want to ruin that.” A completely logical argument, one Y/n had used on her friends years ago. Now switching to paint Isla’s other set of toes red, thinking about what she can say, to satisfy Isla’s need for a solution. “Hey! Why don’t you ask him to hang out here, just the two of you?” “And have Dad hovering over us the whole time? No way!”

Adjusting her position on the floor, getting more comfortable before continuing, “We’ll what if it was me? A day where you’re Dad will be out and I can come over, you guys take the living room and I’ll stay out of your way upstairs?” “Omg! You can do that?! Please Y/n, please!” “I’ll have to ask Eddie, and if he says no then it’s no.” “Okay! Go! Go! Ask him now!” “I have to finish your toenails!” “I can do that. Go ask my Dad, then if he says yes you have to come help me draft a text to him!” “Okay!”

Hopefully running up the stairs for the last time today, Y/n walks into Eddie’s room, smiling, hoping that might sway Eddie slightly. “I thought you would never come back. What have you been doing down there?” “Painting nails, watching rom-coms, stuffing our faces, the usual for a girls night. But I have to ask you something.” Y/n says, sitting next to Eddie on his bed, pushing his laptop off his lap, in order to have his full attention for this.

“Why do I feel like it’s going to be something I’ll want to say ‘no’ to?” “Well.. Maybe.. Maybe not.” “That was very reassuring.” “Listen, Isla wants to invite Walker here, to hang out, but she doesn’t want her Dad there-” “We’ll she can’t be alone with a boy.” “You said there wasn’t a bad bone in his body.” Y/n said obviously teasing. not wanting Eddie to think that’s what she was suggesting, “Well he’s still a teenage boy.” “Off topic. I was thinking that maybe, the next best thing for her would be if it was me here. They could stay in the living room, and I’ll just hang out upstairs or something, so I can hear what they’re doing but not hover.” A couple seconds of silence was too long in Y/n’s opinion for this subject.

“Okay.” “Really?” “Yes, but they can’t go in her room, and you keep the door open of any room they’re in.” “Of course, baby! I want what's best for her." "I know." "Oh Eds, she’ll be so happy!” “I hate this.” “I know, but she’s growing up.” “I know.” “I’m gonna go tell Isla the good news!” Y/n says, running out of the room. Before quickly turning around going to the side of the bed Eddie was on, giving the man a lengthy kiss and whispering an ‘I love you’

“What did he say?!” The question is yelled at the woman, as soon as she’s back in sight. “You’ll be happy.” “Really?!” “Yes.” “Oh my god! Oh my god. We have to figure out what I’m gonna text him.”

“-and no going upstairs, and if you go in any room together the door stays open. Understand?” “Yes, Dad. Now go, I have to get ready.” Pushing her Dad towards the door, not wanting him here any longer.

“Can I say goodbye first?” “If you must.”

Walking over to Y/n, giving her a peck on her soft lips, then dipping his head down to whisper in the girl's ear, “Please keep an eye on them.” “Of course, Eds, it’s gonna be fine.” With that piece of mind and one last kiss and an ‘i love you’, Eddie walks back towards the door that was already held open for him by his wonderful and loving daughter. “Bye hun, love you.” “Love you too, Dad. Bye!”

Shutting the door and turning to the woman standing at the staircase, “You need to get me ready, and tell me what to wear.”

“I can’t believe you let me do this!”

Y/n sat at the kitchen island, watching as Isla paced in front of her. Isla was a wreck as soon as Y/n started getting her ready 30 minutes ago, just after Eddie left for the recording studio. “You are going to be fine.” Y/n said, to nonchalant for Isla’s taste, “You’re too calm!” “The guy I like isn’t coming over.” ‘Well-” Isla was cut off by the sound of the buzzer, “Hey Isla, it’s Walker” running over to the panel on the wall to buzz the boy in, “Hey! Come up… That was too excited, I’m gonna mess this up.” “Isla. In my experience, if you ask a guy to hang out alone they think it’s a date. In a man’s brain ‘hang out alone’ and ‘date’ are synonyms, so the fact he said yes to this, I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you.” “Okay.. Thanks, Y/n”

Interrupted by the doorbell, Isla gave Y/n a quick hug, running to the door. Of course, flattening her hair before opening the door. “Hey, Walker.” “Hey.” And being teenagers who like each other, Y/n swoops in to save the conversation. “Hi, I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you, Walker.” “It’s nice to meet you too.” “Okay! The living room is free, I’ll be upstairs, and I’ll order pizza later. Walker, cheese or vegetarian good?” “Yeah.” “Okay! Have fun.”

Within only a couple minutes, Y/n could hear the conversation flowing and not wanting to eavesdrop, putting on a show to watch.

About 40 minutes later, pausing the show she was watching to go to the bathroom, Y/n cannot hear anything from downstairs. And she was sure she knew what was happening, but she promised Eddie she would keep an eye on them and at the end of the day Y/n was a curious bitch.

Creeping slowly down the stairs, not making a sound. Y/n stops abruptly seeing Isla and Walker sharing a small kiss on the couch, in true awkward teenage fashion, Isla’s hands at her sides and Walker's hand on her upper back, the other at his side.

Walking back up the stairs, and waiting a moment the woman makes an over exaggerated amount of noise. Not wanting to embarrass the two that she saw them, “I ordered the pizza! One large cheese, one large vegetarian, and one medium meat lover for your Dad. But Walker, you're welcome to have some of that.” “Thanks Y/n.” Isla said, giving Y/n a look that said ‘go away, this is the same reason I didn’t want my Dad here’ but both of them know that Eddie would be way worse. “Okay.. That’s all, back to it.”

As soon as the door closes, Isla jumps around and lets out a squeal that was close to deafening. “Oh my god! I’m so happy you got me to do that!” “So what led up to that kiss?” “Oh! I knew you saw it! God- that’s so embarrassing.” “Hey, I get it. I was a teenage girl once. And I did way more embarrassing things. Come on sit.” Patting the couch cushion next to her, “I wanna know everything.”

"After we kissed, he asked me out for tomorrow... And I was wondering if you could ask my Dad?" "No. You have to, but I can be there for you."

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chickenwaffles17 · 3 months

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rewatched Megamind just now because my dad got his hands on a HD copy after many years and uhh yeah it's the best movie ever made. (FYI I've been watching an SD cropped .avi for my whole life so seeing it in such High Definition™ was eye-opening)

(also if you plan to read this whole thing sorry for the quality of the photos these are all taken from my phone because I have Megamind just. In my album)

These people can be seen after Minion speeds away in the invisible car (hitting some guy in the process) and they're like, trying to figure out why they feel like they got hit by a mfing car it's so cool

There's a Raiders of the Lost Arc reference that my dad pointed out? That's cool

Where tf was Hal planning to store that "bouncy house he rented" when his apartment is like twelve square feet

Also the Roxanne "Good night Hal" poster totally caught me off guard even though I knew it was there lmao

LOOK AT HOW ROXANNE AND MEGAMIND/BERNARD LOOK AT EACH OTHER THEY'RE SO IN LOVE

BROKEN MIRROR IMAGERY

Hal wearing a mask when we first see him, when he's acting all "heroic" and shit, and then tossing the mask away just as he gets rejected, and then not wearing the mask for the rest of the movie because THAT'S HIS TRUE SELF?! THE THEMES OF LOOKING PAST THE INITIAL ASSUMPTIONS YOU MAKE WHEN YOU MEET A PERSON AND SELF IDENTITY IN THIS MOVIE MAKE ME GO FERAL

The scene in the rain is so beautifully animated and scored it makes me want to cry 😭

I never noticed this but Megamind reverting back to his old habits and "evil" ways after Roxanne finds out he'd been lying to her is just chef's kiss 💋 Like, he had such fun back then being thwarted by Metro Man, and then he starts growing as a person when he hangs out with Roxanne, like when he restores the paintings to the museum or cleans up the park he doesn't take credit for it or anything, he just wants to see her happy

And then she dumps him and he tries to get over it by being "himself" again

Titan rising from fire imagery? Okay I see you movie (I'm literally holding myself back from screaming because you're so amazing)

Also the way that Megamind gets so tense and frightened when Titan actually threatens to kill him? Because Metro Man would just give him to the police (acab) because it's not in his morals to kill someone

Metro Man walking on water and having his feet kissed imagery, also obviously being modelled after Elvis Presley who people worship like a god 10/10

Markiplier looking down for a moment and legitimately contemplating his question "Who would I be without you?" Because he's having a kind of identity crisis, wondering what he would do if he wasn't born with these powers and automatically assigned the role of protector because of them

Another thing about Titan, I love how in the scene where he's introduced formally with powers, the score is written like it's supposed to be romantic, or heroic, but there's a weird thing Hans Zimmer did where he managed to make it sound sinister especially towards the end, when he gets angry at Roxanne

Overall thoughts: I'm in love with this movie.

I am also furious that we went from "It can be easily reheated, in the microwave of evil" and "I'm shaking in my custom baby seal leather boots" and "There is no Queen of England" to;

"It's either a paper weight or a flash-grenade, so careful with that"

"I have eyes that can see right through lead" is the funniest thing to ever grace my eyes and ears.

#Megamind #long post #THIS MOVIE'S SO FUCKING GOOD #DreamWorks #dreamworks megamind

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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So Live A Lie, Just Tonight, And Burn Out Bright

Batsis x Hal Jordan One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author's Note: I decided to compile that one Batsis "story" into one doc, and I added the alternate ending for the one anon who asked! Enjoy! -Thorne

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“Alright, easy sis, easy,” he worried, watching her carefully for signs of pain flickering across her face as he helped her off the bike.

She scowled, managing to drag her injured leg forward. “Quit nagging. I’m—ngh—fine.”

“You’re on emergency oxycodone and you’ve got a broken femur,” he retorted. “I’m nagging until you’re in surgery.”

“Ugh, stop reminding me.”

Someone hauled her off her feet with a quiet, “I’ve got you.”

She grunted in pain laying on the gurney. “Thanks, dad.”

“Miss Wayne, are you alright?”

Her eyes found Alfred’s. “I’m good. I just ne—motherfucker!” she yelped, glaring at her father who was squeezing her thigh. “Hey! That’s broken, jackass! Quit!”

Bruce grunted. “You need an ORIF now.”

A pinch in her arm made her twitch and she turned her attention to Alfred who was uncapping a needle. “Alfred, what’s that?”

He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about, Miss Wayne.” Smiling, he stuck the needle into the line. “You’ll feel better when you awaken.”

Her vision blurred rapidly, “Gonna take…a nap…now…” her head lolled, and Bruce met Alfred’s gaze.

“Call Damian. He’s got the steady hand we’ll need.”

***

“How’re you feeling?” Jason asked, setting a cup of juice on the bedside table.

She blinked slowly, staring at her fingers. “Why are my fingers like this?”

“Like what, Queenie?”

“Bendy,” she replied, flexing her fingers. “It’s fuckin’ weird.” She looked at him. “I feel weird.”

He snorted, nodding at Dick and the others who were walking in at the sound of her voice. “You’re on hydromorphone, sis.”

“Hydro—what-what?”

“Hydromorphone, sister,” Damian said. “It has increased your threshold for pain and reduced the perception of it.”

She stared at him like she hadn’t heard a word come out of his mouth. “I didn’t understand a single goddamn word that you just said.”

Snickers sounded around her, but her head was up in the clouds and she rested back against her pillow. Her family gathered around her, sitting up on the bed, and suddenly she cocked her head up, squinting at each of them.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Bruce inquired.

“Where’s Dick?”

“I’m right here, sis,” he answered, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “What’s up?”

“Why’d you break up with Kori?”

His eyes widened. “I—what?”

“Kori. Tall alien with the shooty-hands.”

“I know who she is. What about our breakup?”

“Are you kidding me? That woman is spectacular, and you broke up with her. She’s gorgeous, wicked intelligent, fantastic in bed and—”

“Wait, back up there,” he interrupted. “Good in bed? Did you sleep with, Kori?”

“Oh yeah, totally. I was her rebound after you.”

Dick blinked while the others cackled. “Have you…have you slept with any other exes?”

“Of yours? Or in general with the family’s exes?”

“Wait,” Jason said. “Have you slept with any of mine?”

“Did you date Artemis?”

He shrugged. “Sort of?”

“Then, yes.” She looked at Bruce. “I slept with Selina too, but to be completely honest we were both drunk and I don’t think either of us remember.”

“I uh—” he started, then quieted. “I didn’t know you were gay, sweetheart.”

She let out a ‘pfft’. “I’m not.”

“Oh, you’re bi, then?” Dick smiled and she shook her head.

“Nah, I like the wine but not the label.” She grinned. “I’m a lover of people.”

“How many superheroes have you slept with?” Tim questioned and she pursed her lips.

“Uh…I dunno…kinda lost count.”

For a moment no one said a word, then Jason asked, “You know how we call Dickhead the fuck-boy? Can we refer to you as that now? I think you’ve topped his count.”

Her eyes narrowed into a glare and she pointed at him, though she was seeing double, so it was entirely possible that she was pointing at the wall. “Keep that up and I’ll sleep with your best friend again.”

“You slept with Roy?!”

“I was talking about Kyle, but Roy works too.”

“OH MY GOD! IS THERE ANYONE YOU HAVEN’T SLEPT WITH?”

She thought for a moment, then offered, “Diana. But I asked her out last weekend so it’s up in the air until our date.”

***Part Two***

There was only one rule that everyone collectively followed in Wayne Manor and that was: no excessive noise until after twelve P.M. It was mostly influenced by Alfred who’d more than once pulled out the shotgun but surprisingly, mornings were usually calm and quiet. Keywords: “Were” and “Usually”. There were some special cases.

An ear-splitting scream shattered the silence of the breakfast room and in an instant, everyone was jumping from the table, sprinting towards the staircase to find out what was quite possibly murdering their eldest sister. As they neared the staircase, they came face to face with her as she stood behind the banister, her hands gripping the railing until her knuckles started whitening.

“Sis, what’s wrong?” Dick worried, already starting to come up the steps, Jason and Tim close behind.

“I’m late,” she whispered, and they leaned forward.

“What was that?” Bruce inquired, brows furrowing, and she looked at him.

“I’m late.” Her voice was firmer this time.

He blinked. “How long?”

“Two months.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Jason questioned, shaking his head and she scowled.

“My period’s late, jackass.”

She wished she’d taken a photo of their faces, because nothing would ever amuse her as much as the way their jaws went slack, eyes widening in total shock. Running a hand down her face, she groaned, “Oh my God. I knew something was up. I completely forgot about it.”

“Sooooo…” Tim drawled out with a recovered grin. “Who’s the daddy?”

Her eyes narrowed and she shot him a glare. “Shut. Up.”

“C’mon sis, someone—some guy did it for you.” Jason quipped. “Who’s the lucky man?” he paused, seeming to remember something. “How many superheroes have you slept with in two months? That have dicks, of course.” She clenched her jaw and his eyes widened. “Oh no. Oh no…is it, Roy?”

“It’s not Roy!” she hissed.

“Kyle?” Dick offered and she shook her head.

“No. I’ve only slept with one guy in the past two months.”

“Who was it sister?” Damian quizzed, placing his hands on his hips. “I have yet to meet anyone acceptable for you to populate with.”

“Thanks Damian,” she griped, then groaned. “Oh God, I know who it is too. And I wish I didn’t.”

“Why’s that?”

Her eyes found Tim’s. “Because we were drunk as hell after a League mission.”

“Who is it?” Bruce grunted and she met his gaze.

“You’re not going to like it.”

Something passed between them, and his eyes narrowed. “Please don’t say that’s who you slept with.”

She nodded, pressing a hand to her face, hiding her embarrassment. “Mhm.”

“You slept with him?”

“Unfortunately.”

Jason looked between his sister and father. “Wait, I’m confused. What’s going on?” A snort sounded beside him, and he looked over, seeing Dick in tears. “Why are you crying? What’s so funny?”

Dick cackled. “SHE SLEPT WITH HAL JORDAN!”

Another round of slack jawed brothers appeared in her sight, and she hissed. “It was an accident!”

“YOU’RE HAVING A BABY WITH HAL JORDAN!” Dick gasped, starting to drop to his knees from laughing so hard. “OH MY GOD, YOU SLEPT WITH THE GUY DAD HATES THE MOST!”

“You slept with Hal Jordan?” Tim gagged. “Ew.”

“Sister, I am disgusted in your choice of partners for children.” Damian noted and she scowled.

“I hate all of you.” she looked at Bruce.

He sighed heavily, a defeated father…or maybe a defeated grandfather. “I’ll go call Hal…and order prenatal vitamins.”

She ran a hand down her face. “I’ll call Leslie and get in for an exam.”

“Holy shit,” Jason gasped. “We’re gonna be uncles!”

***Part Three***

He shifted the phone to rest between his ear and shoulder, hands busy pouring coffee into his cup. “Hello?”

What are you doing right now?

“Bruce? Is that you?”

Answer the question, Hal.

He rolled his eyes and frowned. “Well, it’s nine A.M., I’m making a cup of coffee. I know bats are nocturnal, so this might come as a surprise to someone like you, but rest assured it’s a normal habit for us normal folks.”

How fast can you get to Gotham City?

“Willingly?” Hal chuckled, setting down the coffee pot to grab the phone. “What’s going on?”

I need your…help…with something. And I need you in Gotham as fast as you can get here…please.

He almost dropped both the phone and coffee mug. “Did you just say you need my he—” the line went dead with a click, and he pulled the phone from his ear. “Asshole,” Hal scowled and shoved the phone in his pocket, before putting the mug down. His body flashed green as he suited up and he sighed. “Can’t believe I gotta go to the land of the living dead at nine A.M.”

***

He rubbed his temples as he disconnected the call, barely suppressing the sigh that wanted to escape him. “Are you mad at me?” he heard behind him, low, scared, and worried; he shook his head.

“No.”

She leaned against the desk, staring down at the side of his head. “Are you disappointed in me?”

Bruce sighed this time. “At your basic lack of common sense and sleeping with a team member despite the fact that I’ve told you time and again that inner-team-dalliances only end badly? Yes.” He turned his eyes to her. “But for being pregnant? Never.”

“Doesn’t seem like it, dad,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest; he watched them lower to hold her stomach.

“I think Hal Jordan’s an idiot,” he stated. “If it seems like I’m upset, it’s because he’s going to be my grandchild’s father and I’ll have to be nice to him now.” She huffed a laugh and he reached over, placing a hand on her arm. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. We’ll take care of this.”

“I know, it’s just…” she sighed. “I never expected this to happen.”

“No one ever does,” Bruce answered. “Have you contacted Leslie yet?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go see her around three.” Grunting, she muttered, “Figured if Hal got here in as soon as possible, we’d have enough time to sit and talk about this before we went.” She ran a hand over her face. “God, I can’t believe I Hal knocked me up.”

“Please don’t say that,” Bruce griped. “I don’t like that phrase.”

“But that’s what happened, dad. I got knocked up by Hal.”

“Why do you hate me?” he scowled, dropping his head into his hands. “How did this even happen?”

Sighing, she recounted, “After the mission in Brazil, Hal invited Barry back to Coast City for a drink and Barry invited me.” She shrugged. “I didn’t wanna be rude even if I am typically antisocial, so I accepted, and we got there and found a bar. After a couple hours, Barry had to get back to Central and we just decided to keep drinking.”

She grunted. “Hell, by seven thirty we were already gone so we got a ride back to his place and he offered to let me stay the night and one thing led to another and—”

Bruce raised his hand, effectively silencing her. “I can infer what happened after that.” He rubbed his temples. “Let’s just wait for Hal to get here, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, falling silent.

***

Alfred cleared his throat. “Master Jordan, is here, sir.” They both looked up from the Batcomputer at the test pilot.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce said, and the butler nodded, ascending the steps.

Hal walked towards them. “So, what’s the deal? Why do you need me?”

Bruce looked at her and she sighed. “Actually, I’m the one who needed you to come here, Hal.”

His brown eyes darted to hers, a flash, a recognition of something and he nodded. “Aright. What’s up?”

“Dad…give us a moment?” he nodded and stood from the Batcomputer, walking to the medical section on the other side of the cave. She waved Hal over. “You might wanna sit down.”

He did, albeit suspiciously. “Why are you acting so…weird?”

“Hal,” she said, then looked at her hands. “I’m…ah crap.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowing.

She took a deep breath and admitted, “My period’s late and there’s a good chance I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Hal didn’t say a word, then he burst into laughter. “Oh, that’s hilarious!” he held his stomach and wiped his eyes. “That’s a good one.”

“I’m not joking, Hal,” she spat. “In the last three months, you’re the only man I’ve had sex with. If I’m pregnant, you’re the father.”

He stopped laughing at that. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead.”

Hal ran a hand through his brown hair and let out a shocked breath. “Holy hell.” She watched him and he gaped at her. “W-what…what do we do?”

“I’ve got an appointment with Doctor Leslie at four. You’re welcome to come along if you’d like.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.” Swallowing thickly, he said, “Does he know?”

“Dad? Yeah. They all do.”

“They?” he repeated, eyes wide.

“My brothers.”

“You told them we slept together?”

She chuckled. “Apparently a year ago under heavy meds, I admitted I slept with Dad, Dick, and Jason’s exes.” She shrugged. “There’s not much I keep from them.”

Hal’s eyes shifted to Bruce’s back. “Can’t imagine the Big-Bat is happy about this.”

“Oh, he’s not. He thinks you’re an idiot, but judging by the look on your face, you already know that.”

He scoffed. “Your dad likes to think he’s smarter than everyone else.”

She cocked a brow. “He is.”

“And it seems like you’re following that strain well,” he shot back, and they glared at each other before cracking smiles.

“If this is real, we’re going to be some parents, huh?”

Hal could sense the fear in her voice, and he stood in front of her, placing his hands on her hips. “Hey,” he murmured. “No parents are perfect. And we’re sure as hell not.”

“If this is supposed to cheer me up, it’s not.”

“I’m not trying to cheer you up. I’m trying to reassure you,” he corrected, squeezing her hips lightly. “We’ll work through this, and we’ll do it together.”

She gazed at him then heaved a sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thanks Hal.”

“Don’t mention it,” he chuckled, then murmured, “But if we really are going to be parents, should we tie the knot?”

“Absolutely not.”

***

“Hal, for the love of God, will you sit down?” she griped. “You’re starting to make me anxious with all that pacing.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before shrugging off his bomber. “I can’t help it,” he retorted. “I hate waiting.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She rolled her eyes. “Leslie’s working as fast as she can. Just sit down and be patient.”

Hal paced for another minute before collapsing into the seat beside her; she took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand. “What are you doing?” he asked, and she hummed.

“Comforting you.”

“Why?”

She looked at him. “Because you’re worried.”

“How are you not?”

“I am,” she commented, and he scowled.

“You don’t look it.”

“Well, that’s because I was trained to retain my emotions a as child,” she retorted. “It helps when I’m dealing with children who are scared.”

“I’m not a child,” Hal hissed, and she snorted.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You know what? I’m gonna—”

The door opened and their mouths snapped shut as Leslie walked in with a smile. “Good afternoon.”

“Hey Leslie,” she greeted, then glanced at the papers in her hand. “So? What’s the verdict?”

Leslie handed her the file and she looked it over. “Case of irregular period, dear.”

She blinked and said dumbly, “I’m not pregnant?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Our bodies act up sometimes, even when we’re grown. Irregularities can still happen even now.” Clearing her throat, Leslie added, “But your blood and urinalysis came back negative. You’re not pregnant.” She looked between Hal and her. “With the results, you’re free to leave.”

She stood to her feet, but when Hal didn’t, she tugged his hand. “Hal,” she whispered. “Come on.”

He staggered to his feet. “Yeah, I’m coming.” He disappeared out of the clinic room, and she sighed, then looked at Leslie.

“Thanks doc.”

“Of course.”

***

They were quiet on the park bench, watching the sun reflect off the water and listening to the birds singing in the sky. “So…I guess that’s a relief,” Hal stated, and she nodded.

“Yeah. I guess it is.” Laughing, she said, “I mean could you imagine if I were actually carrying your kid?” when he didn’t laugh, she looked over at him. “Hal?”

He blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “Yeah, couldn’t imagine it.”

“Hal,” she plead. “Are you upset that I’m not?”

“What? No. No, I’m relieved you’re not pregnant, but…” he sighed and shrugged. “I dunno at the same time as scared as I was, I was happy, you know? Ready to step up and be there for you.”

She lowered her gaze to his hands and reached over, placing hers over his and he took it, squeezing. “Well, look at it this way. This was the universe telling you that you’re ready to be a father and this was the universe telling me that I’m not ready to be a mom or your baby’s mother.”

Hal gazed at her for a moment then chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He squeezed her hand again and climbed to his feet, flashing green as his suit appeared. “Now that everything’s sorted out, I should be getting back to Coast City.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed, standing to her feet.

“Can I drop you off anywhere?”

“Nah, I’m gonna walk around for a bit,” she said.

Hal took to the sky then looked down at her. “If you ever find yourself ready…call me?”

A shocked laugh bubbled in her chest, and she shook her head. “Not a chance in hell, Jordan.”

“Come on, don’t you think it would be fun to have the old Bat call me his son in law?”

Giggling, she waved him off. “Get out of here, Hal.”

Winking, he replied, “See you later, babe.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle and watch him leave, then she shook her head. “Ridiculous.” But a small smile was still on her lips as she headed down the street.

***Alternate Ending***

She gazed numbly out at the water, not sure if she should feel surprise or shock, but whatever emotion she was feeling had completely dumbfounded her. She was pregnant. Her hands had unconsciously pressed tight to her stomach, and she felt sick more than anything. Sick, scared, ashamed, every emotion that came with sleeping with a coworker—and every TV show and movie where the woman got pregnant from the affair.

How was she going to explain this to her family? To her friends? How was she going to face their scrutiny? Pregnant out of wedlock? With the biggest skirt-chasing, arrogant asshole in the galaxy? She’d take the brunt of their scathing opinions. He’d get off scot-free. He’d—

“(Y/N).” Someone’s hand rested on her shoulder, and she blinked, suddenly brought from her stupor and she looked over at him; his gaze was full of worry. “Are you okay?”

Instantly, she felt angry, and she jerked away from him, standing to her feet. “Am I okay!” she shouted. “You got me pregnant! Do you have any idea what this is going to do to us! To our reputations! To mine!”

Irritation etched across his face, and he stood to his feet, getting in her face. “It takes two to tango, (Y/N). We both did this—not just me.”

Her mouth opened to retort sharply, but damned if he didn’t have a point and she shut her mouth, tasting something bitter as she looked away. “I’m going home.”

She turned and his hand shot out, grabbing hold of her arm. “Wait, I don’t want you going alone.”

“Let go of me.” She hissed, trying to pull away, but he tightened his grip.

“No. It’s too dangerous for you to be out alone.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to Jordan. I’m—”

“The mother of my child.” Hal declared and she gaped at him. “I know what you and your family think of me. I know you think I’m an arrogant asshole and yeah, I’ll admit that I am.” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. “But if you think for a second, I’m going to let you wander around this bat-shit crazy city alone while pregnant, then you’re the one who’s being arrogant.”

He searched her gaze. “I’m many things, (Y/N). But I’m not going to abandon you or shy away from whatever this is.”

She swallowed thickly. “What do you mean ‘whatever this is’? Parents?”

“Us.” Hal said. “Maybe it’s just my big head, but I see the way you look at me. Yeah, I annoy the hell out of you, but you care for me.” He reached up, cupping her cheek. “And I care about you too. More than just what teammates should for one another.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say, because he did have a point. Hal was an annoying prick who at many times provoked her into physical confrontation, but on the other hand, there was nothing she loved more than fighting with him, because she knew he found it just as amusing.

Her gaze lowered and she felt tears well in her eyes. “I’m scared, Hal.”

“I know. I am too,” he murmured. “But we’re going to get through this.” He tipped her head up, catching her eyes once more. “We will get through this. Together.”

(Y/N)’s lips wobbled, and she tried for a lighthearted comment. “Isn’t fraternization against the rules?”

Hal grinned. “Only in the military.” He winked. “Last time I checked—we’re not in it.”

She laughed, leaning forward, and pressed her forehead to his. “How’s everyone going to react to this?”

He shrugged. “Probably with shock. I mean about me getting a girl pregnant? Not likely. Getting you pregnant? More likely.”

“Shut up.”

“I think we should consider getting married though.”

(Y/N) pulled away and stared at him. “Excuse me?”

Hal looked at her. “(Y/N), we should think about getting married. I mean, we’re gonna have a kid together. Might as well tie the knot while we’re at it.”

She merely blinked and spun, walking off. “Nope. Not happening. I’ll be your baby-mama, but I am not marrying you.”

“Hey! Wait up!”

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So I finally figured out the best way for me to plot Rings is to write it out like I did before ie like you;re telling a rapid story/juicy gossip which stops me from writing the same scene in different angst/fluff/horny versions

so spoilers for the next few chapters under the cut if you’re interested

So the first night of the honeymoon is...fine. They spend most of it laughing over whatever the fuck was today and agree that staying married is really not an option. Megamind has conveniently forgotten that he agreed to be a superhero and Roxanne winds up laughing in Megamind's arms as he proves that he can in fact dance like Fred Astaire on the balcony of their suite. Its a remarkably fun night all things considered until Roxanne goes to push open the door to what she assumes is the other bedroom of the suite and finds the kind of closet that she's been dreaming of all her life and that means...

There is only one bed. Fuck

Cue panic

And Roxanne getting stuck in her dress

help

But Megamind has also been having just a hint of a breakdown because dancing with Roxanne made him realise that oh no he's in love with his wife and he hasn't wished he was human for a long time (not true) but it does mean that she's probably not going to be okay with tentacles which is the kind of thing you should probably tell a prospective partner BEFORE you marry them so he's going to sleep on the couch far far away from temptation. And Roxanne is an absolute horny mess because she is absolutely hiding her feelings behind her libido but Megamind is being very considerate of not being THAT KIND of villain which means she feels like he doesn't want her and nothing kills desire faster than not being wanted so that’s its own problem.

Except the couch is kind of squeaky because its leather and he can't sleep and eventually Roxanne comes storming out and demands he come to bed so they can both sleep because he's keeping her awake too.

And they do.

Sleep

Just sleep

And wake up tangled together on Friday morning.

That's not awkward at all

That's also the morning they find out they have the suite for the rest of the weekend, which, delightful. Divorce can definitely wait a couple of days while they ruin Wayne's credit rating. There may be a bit of a moment where Megamind catches Roxanne trying on his mantle over her pjs that will either be incredibly angsty or incredibly hot but that that is not part of the plan we're just pretending that didnt happen, or it did and that is how they decide to be married for the weekend (IDK, working on it). In the mean time there are casino heists to plan and chess and scrabble to be played and evening brings Megamind back to bed with Roxanne because its just easier at this point. And when he wakes up because UNFAMILIAR in the middle of the night he plays with Roxanne's hair at her askance for an hour until they both fall asleep.

Roxanne is more than okay with having someone permanently willing to play with her hair on tap as all people should be.

On Saturday Roxanne is awake first and spends some time thinking about how tired Megamind looks and how he should really take some time off and they can go to the beach or something after they get back. This should probably have been a clue about her feelings but hey, leave a girl her river in egypt.

This may or may not be the day she also glues him to the headboard of the bed with the decoupage setting on the de-gun while she has a shower.

Megamind genuinely considers gnawing off his own arm because she didnt quite manage to close the door properly and that is its own kind of torture.

They have a bet about paper airplanes and landing them in the fountain. Megamind wins so Roxanne has to show him a trick (Roxanne is not thinking about that thing she can do with her throat nope not at all) which is how he finds out his wife is a master at throwing cocktails and they get more than a little tipsy and he shows her how to fire the degun which is adorable and a little hot and they wind up slowdancing on the balcony to the Something for Kate cover of When the War is Over because I love that freaking song and I'm very attached to that mental image right now.

The second night, they know its all over by tomorrow and they spend a while talking in bed in the dark which is where I will probably make all of you cry with how lonely being the last one is for Megamind and it breaks Roxanne's heart a little to and they have the kind of thing that you just do not talk about in the light of day because if what happens in vegas stays in vegas then what happens that night is like the what happens in vegas stays in vegas of what happens in vegas stays in vegas.

Look it makes sense in context okay

They also both stay clothed so chill.

Sunday morning brings them to the foyer and its bittersweet and lovely and they just want to hold one another but they CANT because there is a PLAN and of course they shouldn’t stay married but oh shit the divorce desk doesn’t open until 11 and its only ten and their chauffer is waiting for them to take them home so shit, that is an issue but its fine because there's a form you can fill out and they will post you the divorce papers.

So great. They head to the airport and get on the plane and oh look there's yesterdays paper and why is there a photo of their wedding certificate on the front page?

And when was megamind going to tell Roxanne he was becoming a hero?

And Megamind had genuinely forgotten about that. Oops

So it turns out all of Metro City has been waiting for this day for YEARS. The paper is full of happy articles and letters to the editor saying we knew those crazy kids had it in them and Carlos has won a considerable amount of money in the pool and has taken his family to disney world.

And well they cant stay married obviously (can they?) but everyone is clearly expecting them to come home as a couple so sure they can fake it for a while before quietly separating except Megamind is not okay with the idea of Roxanne getting kidnapped by anyone else because no one else will be careful enough. And Roxanne is very unimpressed that the defenders council are trying to replace her with an official damsel. She is staying damsel thank you very much Gerry.

This may also become the fic where Roxanne finally sets up a damsel's union.

So they have a bit of a talk and yep practice kissing is definitely a thing they need to work on

a lot

that moment where the copilot walks in on them is a little embarrasing

but they land and oh look there's a car waiting for them to take them to

The Scott's are throwing them a party after all

So Roxanne gets dressed by Minion for the second time in a week which is where she finds out that "Oh sir was always so worried that if he ever found someone the tentacles would be a dealbreaker"

Tentacles

Huh

Where?

Prehensile or?

Oh for fucks sake Roxanne you dont even know what they're for stop it

No but seriously where are they?

Megamind on the other hand has just found out that Roxanne has a tattoo from Metro Man of all people and there is a very awkward/sexy/funny moment in a butler's pantry where Megamind finds out exactly where Roxanne's tattoo is and Roxanne has it confirmed exactly what those tentacles are for after all.

Great so add that to the list of things we're thinking about like his shoulders and his hands and his eyes instead of our feelings.

Roxanne takes great solace in her libido as it is far easier than arguing with her head or her heart.

Or she would be if she was getting laid.

And SURPRISE this party is not the intimate dinner they were promised but a full on party with Megamind's prison uncles set up on a webcam in a theatre which is a lovely cute scene and Roxanne is definitely getting baby stories out of these men.

Megamind uses her as a human shield. Its force of habit and has nothing to do with how much he's blushing at all.

And they get asked to make a speech and Megamind tells everyone exactly how much he loves his wife and Roxanne is almost in tears because what the hell where was this when it was just the two of them? He cant mean any of this clearly and wow that fucking hurts.

And then Roxanne's great aunt helen shows up because of course family was invited and she is an unpleasant woman at the best of times and Roxanne goes full "Fuck off Helen he's my husband and I love him"

and

shit

she does doesnt she?

Nope straight back to denial on that one. Cannot think about that right now

Because he clearly doesn't feel the same way or he'd have told her personally, not to a crowd of people. And Megamind thinks she was exaggerating because he’s also thinking where was this in vegas? And Roxanne is forcibly reminded she can't be the damsel if she's married to the hero so she is never going to see him again unless its for an interview which means she has to spend the rest of her life chasing him down in the van with fucking hal and ow ow ow

So they leave the party and Megamind drops her home only for Roxanne to find her apartment full of boxes as she is also being kicked out of her apartment as she is no longer acting damsel.

So she grabs a bag and tracks down the lair and oh hi husband can I live with you or not?

Hi wife yes please say (stay forever please stay forever) which is where we get the SECOND there was only one bed because half the lair was demolished in the last big battle and there is no space for another room right now and of course they have to keep sharing a room or Minion will get suspicious

this bed is much smaller than the giant orgy sized one in vegas

good thing they’re already getting used to waking up in one another’s arms

Roxanne does manage to ask for a small room to use as an office because she needs somewhere to cry and she's used to living alone but wow does this feel like moving in...

And that brings us to chapter 6ish?

#Rings #Megamind #fic plotting #give me all the feedback #fic by comittee #because there is no garuantee any of this is going to stay this way #but I needed to get it down #so I could keep writing #I will plot the rest out later #and go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight #ahahahahahahaha #bug is writing a thing

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Paradox Maker • HalBarry (Part 1)

- As a quick author’s note this story is unedited. I’m sorry for any grammar, spelling mistakes or any inconsistencies. This is also an angst story. I’d recommend listening either to Closer by The Tiny or Ilomilo by Billie Eilish while reading. Also, Tumblr like ate my first post this is a repost.

Summary: Barry Allen knows he can travel through time and sometimes, realities. So, when he goes into a different universe, he finds out something new. Not everyone can be saved.

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The last time Barry went into another universe, he took over the spot of the Alternate Universe version of himself. This time, he found himself in the middle of nowhere. It was dry, rocky and empty. Barry hadn’t been in this universe long but knowing villains on his own planet, it wasn’t anywhere good.

The first thing he did was check his pockets, hopefully the change from one universe to the other possibly gave him a different ID or something.

The only thing he finds in his pocket that doesn’t belong there is a Justice League pager with a phone number on the back. Okay, he found a possible way out now, all he needed to know was where he was.

A quick run around the plane, and Barry’s worries about this being a villain’s lair was confirmed. Skeletons muddled the grounds. Normal people would be disgusted but, it was Barry’s job to keep his cool. So, he did just that.

None of the bodies seemed to have the same wounds as others. Odd. Most villains had one M.O and stick to it. When he investigated further he found some of them still had various forms of I.D. on them.

One had a worn down, disgusting ID badge, that bared a familiar name. And when he saw it, he ran.

He knows the Central City police department like the back of his hand. The police captain normally kept a file of his important passwords in the ride hand side of his desk, in an unlocked drawer.

If he wanted to know anything about this version universe of himself, he’d have to see what the police have on him and, being the fastest man alive had it’s advantages. In most cases he could use other’s computers and stuff like that without them knowing. And that he did.

Once successfully logged in, he found information on himself fairly quickly. Bartholomew Allen. Born March 19th, 1994. They also stated an address and an emergency phone number.

The emergency contact was stated as his husband. After writing down both the address and phone number, he clicked on emergency contact info and was instantly blocked by a new window opening up and asking for a password.

The new screen was mainly blank with a small version of the Justice League logo in the lower left corner. So, it seems like he married one of his teammates. That was good. It meant he didn’t have to worry too much about lying about who he truly was.

Despite not revealing who he married, they still showed the address so, Barry could easily run ‘home’.

Sometimes, when Barry knocks on a door he’s not sure if it’s actually taking a long time for the owner to answer or, it’s his increased perception of time. This time: it was nerves.

Eventually, Barry could hear the lock click from the inside.

“Sorry, we don-“ Hal’s voice started before he even looked out the door. “Holy shit!” He pulls Barry in for a hug.

“Hi.” Barry says, returning the hug yet still unsure of what to do.

“Where were you?” Are you okay?”

“No clue and I’m really, really starving.”

Hal walks into his apartment, leaving the door open for Barry to follow.

As Barry walks in a large, fluffy, ginger cat meows at him.

“Hey buddy.” Barry says, leaning to pet the cat, who begins to pur.

Hal smiles from the kitchen, and opens his fridge, pulling out some food that wasn’t way past its expiry date.

It seemed obvious that Barry had shared this apartment with Hal just from that fact alone.

“What do you want for a slightly early dinner?” Hal called out. “I really think those cooking lessons have been benefiting me.”

“I don’t know. What do you feel Iike?” Barry picks up the cat, and cradles it like a baby.

The cat sniffs at Barry’s hand before meowing, quite loudly. If this cat was the reason Barry gets caught, he may just cry.

“Jeff, what’s wrong baby?” Hal walks over and pets the cat.

The cat meows once more before hopping from Barry’s arms, walking towards the kitchen.

“I guess everyone’s hungry right now.” Hal looks down before looking back at Barry. “Well, it’s your house so, like take a seat or whatever.”

Barry walks into the living room, out of the view of Hal. He looks and sees several photos of people in the league. Including his and Hal’s wedding photo. One taken of Hal shoving cake into Barry’s face, and beside it one of the League sitting at a table together. Diana had her arms around Bruce and Clark, Arthur and Zatanna sat on the outermost corners. Everyone was smiling and it looked like it was a great night. Both Zatanna and Bruce were looking at each other like they hung the stars.

While Hal was busy in the kitchen, Barry decided to look around their house to see if anything could help him ‘sell’ being from this earth.

Next he walks into the bedroom, and sees that it’s surprisingly clean. There are several papers scattered across the left side of the bed. The right side had the blankets pulled back without disturbing the papers. Barry knew being nosy wasn’t good but, if this version of himself was missing, maybe it could help. Barry picked up one of the several papers.

The gist of the paper is that Barry and Hal have been accepted to foster two twins called Donald and Dawn West.

On the top of the letter was a sticky note that read ‘Foster to adopt? ♥️ you. ~ B.’

Aww, cute. They were adopting. Part of Barry actually started to feel bad that he was giving this Hal fake hope.

The next paper was bank statements. All papers seem to be preparing for adoption.

So next, he went to their study. It was slightly more messy than the bedroom. The desk had a computer monitor, several binders, and random scraps of paper all over it.

In the left hand corner of the room was a small table covered by an old Transformer blanket. As Hal said, it was his house. He could look through whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t rouse suspicion.

Hal sticks his head in the door. “Hey, I just got called to Gotham. Are you okay on your own?”

Barry jumps at Hal’s voice, before taking a second or two to respond. “Uh, yeah. Why are you going to Gotham?”

“Cause you know,” Hal leans against the doorway and looks to the ground. “Uh, Bruce.”

Barry’s face fell. “Oh. Do you want me to come with?” He wasn’t exactly sure what had happened to Bruce but just from Hal’s refusal to go into detail, that it may be bad.

Hal shakes his head no. “I know Gotham’s cleaned itself up after a bit but people like Poison Ivy are still out there. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Hal stands up and straightens his leather jacket. “Dinner’s in the oven. I’m really sorry I couldn’t stay.”

“It’s fine, man. I completely understand. See you soon?”

“Later, alligator.”

“In awhile, crocodile.”

Seems like Barry isn’t a superhero in this universe. And that’s okay. Or at least, should be.

#halbarry #barry allen #hal jordan #dceu #dc comics #dc fanfic #justice league fanfic #justice league #green lantern #the flash

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fanfics4all · 5 years

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Different Sister

Request: Yes / No can you do something where reader is Betty sister (Alice and Hal are readers parents) and she start becoming friends with the serpents. Then she joins and Alice and Hal are very mad, and as punishment send her to the sisters of quiet mercy! can it be a jughead x reader cooper 💕💕 I hope you like the idea Anon

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Jughead Jones x Cooper!Reader

Word count: 2178

Warnings: Electroshock therapy

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

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Growing up with the perfect sister and the almost perfect sister was hard. I was always held to high standards that I couldn’t live up to those standards. I was the disappointment to the Cooper family because I didn’t get A’s in school, I didn’t worry about college as much as my sister, and I joined the Serpents against my parents wishes. I joined to help my boyfriend Jughead Jones, the Serpents always liked me and Jughead was kind of their leader, just like his dad. My parents didn’t know I was in the Serpents and I was planning on keeping it that way for as long as possible. They already hated that I was dating FP Jones’ kid so if they found out I was a Serpent, I’m pretty sure they’d actually kill me.

I’ve been a Serpent for a little over three months now and my parents were none the wiser. I couldn’t be happier with the Serpents, since they were more of a family to me than my actual crazy family. They care about me more than my parents did and they didn’t give a shit about me being from the Northside, shockingly. I was walking home from school with Betty, I wasn’t wearing my jacket because Jughead and I wanted to keep it a secret. So it was hidden in my room so my nosy mother wouldn’t find it. We walk inside and there were our parents looking unhappy.

“What’d I do now?” I asked knowing it was probably about me.

“Betty, go to your room. This doesn’t concern you.” Our dad said.

“Whatever she did, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Betty said and I smiled a little, she always did have my back.

“Betty go.” He said, but before she could move our mother pulled out my Serpent jacket and my eyes widened.

“Why do you have a Serpent jacket?” She asked annoyed and I bit my lip.

“That Beanie-Wearing Cab corrupted you! I knew he would! He’s just like his father!” She shouted and I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Don’t talk about my boyfriend like that! The Serpents are a better family than you two!” I shouted back.

“Y/N.” Betty said in a warning tone, she was always trying to keep me out of trouble like the good sister she is.

“How dare you talk to me and your mother like that!” Our father shouted at me.

“I knew you would go down the dark road and ruin your life. I thought we’d be able to stop you.” Our mother said with a sigh.

“Mom, she’s not ruining her life!” Betty said shocked.

“Stay out of this Elizabeth.” She said.

“We didn’t want to do this Y/N…” Our dad said and I looked at them confused.

“Do what? Ground me again?” I asked and they shook their heads. As if on cue the front door opened and two male nurses walked in with a nun.

“What’s this?” I asked confused.

“It’s obvious you’re a danger to yourself, these people will help you dear.” Our father said and my eyes widened.

“The sisters helped Polly and I, now they’ll help you.” Our mother said and I shook my head.

“No! I don’t need help!” I shouted and tried to run, but the nurses grabbed me.

“Mom! Dad! You can’t put Y/N in there!” Betty shouted.

“We’re trying to save her Betty.” Our father said.

“Betty! Call Jughead, tell him what’s going on!” I shouted as they dragged me away. I saw her nod and then they threw me in a van.

Jughead’s POV

It was late and I was at the Wyrm with Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs. We were all hanging out when my phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was Betty. I looked at it confused and answered it.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Jug! It’s Y/N!” She said freaking out.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked worried. Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs looked at me confused.

“My parents found her Serpent jacket and they put her in The Sisters of Quiet Mercy! We need to try and get her out of there!” She said and my eyes widened.

“They what!?” I shouted.

“Jug, we have to get her out.” She said.

“We will, where are you?” I asked grabbing my jacket.

“I’m at the school, I couldn’t be in the same house as my parents right now.” She said and I could hear that she was trying to hold back tears.

“Okay, I’ll be right over and we’ll try to figure out something.” I said and hung up.

“What’s going on Jones?” Fangs asked.

“Y/N’s parents found her jacket and now she’s in the Sisters of Quiet Mercy.” I answered annoyed.

“What?” Sweet Pea asked shocked.

“Well, we gotta get her out of that hell.” Toni said and I nodded.

“I’ll text Cheryl to meet us, she’ll help us.” She said and I looked at her.

“You guys wanna help?” I asked and they all nodded.

“Hell yeah, she’s our friend.” Fangs said and I nodded.

“Then let’s go.” I said and we all left for the school. Cheryl met us there and we walked in to find Betty freaking out.

“Calm down cousin, we’ll get her back.” Cheryl said going over to comfort her.

“We better do it fast.” She said sniffling.

Y/N’s POV/Two months later

It’s been two months that I’ve been in this hell. The first week I was here I was being my normal self and not doing what these phycos wanted me to do. I quickly learned this was a terrible idea… First they just put me in solitary confinement, but that did very little. So then they change my punishment to being smacked with a ruler, it was a little more effective, but I wasn’t going to let them break me with something so stupid. They learned this and changed it to something so much worse… Electroshock therapy… The fried my brain many times and finally broke me… I was terrified and did as I was told. If I did one little thing wrong I would get shocked, they never did it too high because they didn’t want to do permanent damage to my brain. I was so scared that when I wasn’t doing chores or art, or whatever other thing they made us do, I would stay in my room alone. I sat in the corner and rocked back and forth like a small child in a horror movie. They had broken me… I was nothing but a shell of my former self… I was no longer the Y/N Cooper that everyone knew, I was broken…

“Y/N, time for your medicine. Let’s go.” Sister Woodhouse said coming into my room.

“Yes sister…” I answered quietly. I got up and followed her to the common room. I got in line for my medicine and once it was my turn I took the cup. I swallowed whatever was in the small paper cup and tossed it in the trash.

“Why don’t you read a book child, you need to do something other than sit in your room.” She said and I nodded.

“Yes sister, I’m sorry…” I said and she smiled.

“It’s okay child, you’re getting better.” She said and lead me to a chair. She sat me down and handed me a book.

“Thank you sister…” I said quietly and she nodded.

“Read this until dinner or you will have to be punished.” She said and my eyes widened.

“Yes sister.” I said and immediately opened the book.

Jughead’s POV

We had finally figured out a plan to get Y/N out of that hell. It took us awhile since they covered up the tunnel Toni used to get Cheryl out. We found an old door in the back that they didn’t lock and snuck in. Once we were inside we split up in two’s, Toni was with Cheryl, Sweet Pea was with Fangs, and I was with Betty. We each took a different wing and went looking. Betty and I were looking through different rooms, occasionally hiding from nurses and nuns. We were searching for twenty minutes and were about to give up on our wing when I saw her. She was sitting in a room alone rocking back and forth muttering to herself.

“Betty!” I whisper-yelled and she came over to me.

“We need to get in.” I said and she pulled out one of her bobby pins. She picked the locks and we walked in.

“Y/N?” I said gently and she looked up, I’ve never seen her so scared in her life.

“What did they do to you?” Betty asked walking over to her sister. She gently placed a hand on her and Y/N jumped away. She tucked a piece of her Y/H/C behind her ear and Betty gasped.

“Jug, look.” She said and I walked closer. There were circular burn marks on the side of her head.

“Oh my God…” I said shocked.

“You have to leave. I’ll get in trouble. Please sister, I’ve been good I promise… Please don’t punish me again…” She begged and tears left her eyes.

“Y/N, baby, It’s me and Betty. We’re here to save you.” I said gently and she shook her head.

“No, I’ve been bad. I need to get better. I’m getting better…” She said and it broke my heart to see her like this.

“Betty, call the others and tell them to get here, we’re gonna need their help. Especially Sweet Pea and Fangs.” I said and she nodded. I gently touched Y/N’s arm and she backed away.

“It’s okay baby, you’re gonna be okay.” I said and tried to pull her to me.

“Please no! I’ve been good!” She cried and I hushed her.

“Shhhh, someone will hear you.” I said to her and tears just fell from her beautiful Y/E/C.

“You found her! Great now let’s get out of this hell hole.” Cheryl said.

“She won’t move.” I said and they looked at her.

“What did they do to her?” Toni asked.

“I think they electrocuted her.” I said and they all looked at her shocked.

“Those sick fucks.” Fangs said and everyone nodded.

“She’s not gonna come with us willingly. Fangs, Sweet Pea, I need you two to carry her.” I said.

“Why us?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Because she can’t fight both of you off.” I said and they nodded.

“Come on Y/N.” They said going to grab her.

“No! No! Please! I’ve been good! Please don’t shock me again! Please I’m sorry! I’ll be good I promise! I’ll be good!” She cried trying to fight them off.

“Uhhh, Jughead?” Toni said.

“What?” I asked looking at her.

“We’ve got some nuns and nurses coming…” She said and I looked down the hall.

“Come on, we gotta go!” I said and we all ran. Sweet Pea had Y/N over his shoulder and she was trying to fight out of his grip. We ran for the door we came in and just barely made it out. They put her in the back of my dad’s truck and we all got in. Y/N was crying and fighting the whole way back to my place. Once we got there Sweet Pea took her inside and put her on the couch. I sat next to her and tried to pull her into me again but she pushed me away.

“Y/N, you’re safe here.” Betty said sitting next to her sister.

“Please don’t punish me again. I swear I’ll be good sister…” She said crying.

“Shhhh, no one’s gonna hurt you again.” I said gently and pulled her to me. She tried to fight but I kept her in place, she needed to know she was finally safe.

“It’s okay Y/N/N… You’re safe.” I whispered. She looked up at me and it was like she was seeing me for the first time since we found her.

“J-Jughead?” She asked and I nodded with a small smile.

“I’m right here baby, you’re okay.” I said and she cried and held me tightly.

“They broke me Juggie…” She said and I sighed.

“I know… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner…” I said and she moved closer to me.

“Don’t let them take me again… Please…” She begged.

“Never again, okay? You can stay here. We’ll all keep you safe.” I said looked around at everyone. She lifted her head and looked at her friends and family.

“Serpents protect their own.” Toni said and everyone nodded.

“I’m not going to let mom and dad find you okay?” Betty said and Y/N nodded.

“You’re safe here. I promise.” I said and kissed her head.

“Thank you…” She whispered and everyone smiled slightly. She was safe, but she wasn’t the Y/N we knew anymore… They broke her and who knows if we can bring her back...

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nicole-goddessofloki · 5 years

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Tom‘s Spirit Week

Just one more day waiting! But first: #FavoriteTomFriday! For today I made again 3 collages. The first collage‘s theme is my favorite Tom Hiddleston moments from his 37th birthday – today. Here they come:

1. *Since I saw Early Man after the man‘s 37th birthday, I made an exception for this. In Early Man Tom does the voice of bad guy Lord Nooth. We know Tom is the king of accents! Here you can hear Tom do a French accent. There is a bath scene in which Lord Nooth gets an massage, you just got to see the Behind The Scenes footage of that! I really loved all the extra footage on the DVD.

2. The promotion he did for Avengers Infinity War even though his character only was seen in the first 5 minutes. Also for knowing Loki‘s ‘fate’ in this movie for more than 2 years..

3. Tom Hiddleston as Mary Poppins, or do I need to say: Mary Ploppins? Tom starred in the short video ‘Leading Lady Parts’ from which in the end you saw posters of Tom being the lead female role in films such as Mary Poppins & Wonder Woman. Leading Lady Parts sarcastically shows how hard the movie industry for women can be. Leading Lady Parts (produced by Rebel Park Productions) is an initiative of the Hear Her campaign in the United Kingdom, in which women who are normally not heard are given the opportunity to give their opinion on all kinds of subjects. In this short movie actresses audition do a serious role, but get the craziest requests. This becomes painfully clear when the casting agent, played by Catherine Tate, proclaims: 'It's not rocket science darling. We're just asking you to be thin and curvy, sexy and innocent. Thin, sexy, hooker, virgin with boobs and hips. " In the end because of the casting Agent pickiness, Tom Hiddleston is given the female roles instead. I appreciate it a lot that Tom is part of projects about women‘s rights. We all deserve to be treated fairly and not to be judged because of the way we look.

Tom said about this:

“I had so much admiration for everyone who's come forward and spoken up, and the movement of Time's Up and Me Too. I wanted to find a way to help but I was very conscious of it not being necessarily my story. First thing I felt that it was important to do very actively was to listen, to read, to hear so that women could tell their stories and begin to talk about how we might change the environment.” Time's Up

4. Suddenly out of the blue, there was this picture of Tom Hiddleston & Josh Wilson posted by Wilson Worldwide Productions Something about a secret project. I‘m still very curious, because we still don‘t know what it is! I think it‘s something very spectacular! We got something to look forward to! He also posted a second photo (that‘s the one in the collage) in which he tagged me & a few other Tom Hiddleston/Loki fan accounts in. That totally made my day, so thank you Josh!

5. This stands for all the Comic Cons he did. He healed a lot of fan‘s hearts (Which were still broken because of Infinity War). And even those who weren‘t there (including me) this angel reached with his wings. There were plenty of lovely pictures, lovely footage of the Panel‘s. I personally loved his face expression when a little boy asked him if Loki was truly dead. There also was this moment Tom said the words: “Know you are not alone!”, which meant a lot to me. We all have obstacles to face and unfortunately most of us had to deal with bullies (in the past). But where I‘m mostly grateful for is the fact that for every con there were fans collecting fans letters from all over the world, bonded in fan-books. Therefore I know a few of my letters, cards (Christmas card, Birthday card) are given to him! I think we can be blessed to be in such a wonderful fandom! ACE Comic Con.

6. On the 30th October Tom and Josie Rourke talked at the Alan Howard / JW3 Speaker Series. It was a lovely and inspiring interview, I was able to watch later on Youtube. He talked about how he stepped out of his comfort zone, which has inspired me to do the same. When I hear this man talk about acting; whether it‘s in film, series or theatre; it‘s so so visible I‘m listening to a man who found his passion and as I said it before: He truly has put his heart and soul it. Perhaps I do not know how to properly bring this into words, but I hope you understand what I mean. I think many people can see him as an example, given the fact for example how he has grown in +/- 20 years. From liking to do voices as a kid to this passion and talent which goes much deeper than just the word ‘acting’. He does inspire people to go take their passion to the next level as well.

7. Tom Hiddleston‘s first social media post in (what was it?) 2 years: Loki. More stories to tell. More mischief to make. More to come. That literally broke the internet! What Ralph Breaks the Internet? No, Tom Hiddleston breaks the internet! The #LokiSeries (#Disney+) confirmed by the man himself! I‘m so excited for this whole thing. Patient, patient.. But I‘m freaking out inside! Can‘t wait!

8. Tom also did a lot for charity this year. The picture that I chose is Tom visit to the Great Ormond Street Hospital and Children's Charity. He gave the children something they‘ll never forget! Online you were able to write a Christmas wish for the children, which got printed on a Christmas Stocking. On the photo he holds (I assume) his message for the Children. In general he did a lot for Children this year. Tom also donated for the Justice and Equality Fund which was all about the issues of sexual harassment and gender inequality. I remember people said Tom was late during the Avengers Infinity War screening/premiere in London, he met with children in co-operation from the Starlight Children's Foundation before. I cannot think of a better reason to be late for an official event ;).

9. This photo is taken by BBC Radio 2 during the Zoe Ball Breakfast Show. It‘s truly one of my favorite pictures yet! There he spoke about ‘#Betrayal’ which will be hitting the theatre in London next month. He also spoke a little about the Loki Series & about the #Nightmanager season 2, but he wasn‘t alowed to say much about it yet. What better to start your Friday morning (it was a Friday) with then listening to Tom‘s voice on the radio! They also had some real good music in-between the talks. I heard ABBA, Journey (Don‘t stop Believing) & a live performance of a song of No Doubt. Also they spoke about the film 'Mary Queen of Scots' which premiered that week. I found it very impressive!

(The Jamie Lloyd Company Official London Theatre)

The second collage shows some random pictures of Tom I really like + my favorite roles he portrayed other than Loki! Those are Thomas Sharpe in ‘Crimson Peak’, Hank Williams in ‘I Saw The Light’ (the image shows my fave scene: the Baby scene!), Prince Hal in ‘The Hollow Crown’ (I am planning to do a Hollow Crown marathon tomorrow on his birthday!) and I just found out F. Scott Fitzgerald from ‘Midnight in Paris’ is missing. I‘ve watched that film on his birthday last year. In Midnight in Paris a writer (Owen Wilson) literally finds his inspiration in the 20s. And one of my favorite moments of Tom still is when a baby easily got him distracted during an #Avengers Interview. He turns to the baby and says: “Hello baby..”, so adorable!

Last collage is dedicated to Loki! (How else, this blog isn‘t called Goddess of Loki for nothing!) I chose some nice photo‘s I hadn‘t used for We Share What We Want Wednesday yet + a few of my fave LokiTom moments.

I wish Tom a lovely 38th birthday tomorrow! (Of course I wish you all a lovely #TomHiddleston Birthday tomorrow!)

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simplyhasanah · 6 years

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Just exactly a year ago on today’s date, my grandmother was released from the hospital where she had to be hospitalized for almost one month and was bedridden. It was only because she slipped on the floor and fell- exactly on her pelvic, which was found out to be broken. If she was 20-30 years younger, she would’ve been operated instantly but it was because she surpassed the 70 years of age, the doctors said the best thing is to let her be; let it heal by itself. What the hospital could do for her was to monitor her health status, keep her health stable and help her ease her pain.

There were so many priceless lessons that I learned within those months because I was always beside her. Plus, when you’re surrounded by many sick people at the hospital, you’ll feel more grateful and humbled, too. But most of all, you’ll definitely see Allah’s Mercy and Blessings there.

I’ll share some of my writings last year since I wasn’t active in this blog at that time. Here goes:

23rd March 2017

Mudahan baik-baik saja, nek (Please let the news be good for you, grandma). Minta dijauhi daripada perkara yang buruk (May you be kept away from any harm). May Allah grant shifa to you, nek. Aamiin yaa rabbal ‘alamin.

I shared a quote from the book called ‘Mauizhah Hasanah’ by Ustaz Ahmad Dusuki Abdul Rani,

“Apa yang dikumpul takkan menjadi milik melainkan diberikan pada yang memerlukan untuk Allah.” and

in English, it says “What was collected will never be owned unless it was given to the needy for Allah.”

26th March 2017

I posted a photo of my luggage with a caption, ‘Kan belayar…ke hospital.’ Going to travel…to the hospital.

27th March 2017

Earlier last night on 26th March with some of my uncles, aunt, cousins- we were celebrating my cousin, D’s birthday beside Nenek. Definitely one of the nights to remember. ‘Meriah’ (Lively), almost to the max. Balik-balik kana marahi (We’ve been scolded many times) due to the loudness of our voices. But Alhamdulillah.

Nenek’s feeling much better from the last few days. Her willpower is there. Alhamdulillah, thank you and may Allah bless you yang sentiasa mendoakan (those who always pray for her).

Di mana ada kepayahan, di sana Allah permudahkan. Where there is difficulty, in there Allah will give ease.

Di mana ada kesungguhan, di sana Allah memberi jalan. Where there is a will, in there Allah will show the way.

InshaAllah. May Allah continue to grant us good health, guidance and blessings always.

28th March 2017

I shared a photo quote by Dodinsky, “You have an important task in life. If someone feels empty, talk about their worth. If they are lost, help guide them back to their path. If they are weakened, remind them of their strength. If in despair, show them there is always hope. And remember, this undertaking always begin with YOU.”

And I reminded myself and others: Life in this (temporary) Dunya isn’t about serving our lowly nafs (desires). It goes beyond that. When we serve for others, we serve for Allah.

29th March 2017

It’s been almost a week. The doctors said it might take a while to recover. We don’t want to focus on the numbers but we want to make sure Nenek is recovering well. She had been having troubles sleeping at night and even during the day. But she is sleeping soundly now, Alhamdulillah. Mudahan cepat sembuh, nek. (May you recover well, grandma), Aamiin, aamiin..

I posted a photo of my baby nephew: Look who’s visiting! (I remember Nenek was really happy to see him).

31st March 2017

I shared a quote by Ustadh Nouman Ali Khan, “When you find yourself in a position to help someone, be happy! Because Allah is answering that person’s prayer through you.”

1st April 2017

I shared the first three verses of Surah Al-Ankabut,

“Alif Lam Mim. Do men think that they will be left alone on saying, “We believe”, and that they will not be tested? We did test those before them, and God will certainly know those who are true from those who are false.”

Then, I reminded myself and others: Tests are temporary but our reactions and responses during those tests last with Allah; they stay to prove how faithful we are to Him.

I shared an excerpt from the Mauizhah Hasanah book, “Dalam kehidupan kita, suatu masa kita akan merasai kenikmatan yang berterusan. Lama kelamaan, Allah akan menarik nikmat sedikit demi sedikit yang terdapat dan dirasai oleh kita itu.” (In our lives, one day we will experience a continuous enjoyment (ni’mat). Over time, God will take the ni’mat that we have little by little).

I also shared a story from the book, “Ada suatu kisah yang diceritakan oleh seorang sahabat saya. Suatu ketika, beliau menziarahi seorang gurunya. Gurunya itu menghidap pelbagai jenis penyakit, ada kencing manis, darah tinggi dan lain-lain. Ketika beliau menziarahi gurunya, gurunya menghidangkan durian dan memakannya. Sahabat saya ini terkejut, dan bertanya kepada gurunya, “Tok guru makan makanan begini, tak takut mati ke?” Lantas tok gurunya menuding jari ke arah hadapan rumahnya iaitu tanah perkuburan dan berkata, “Itu, di hadapan sana, semua itu berpantang makannya, tapi tetap juga mati.”

In English, it says, "There is a story told by a friend of mine. Once, he visited his teacher. The teacher has various diseases, diabetes, hypertension and others. When he visited his teacher, his teacher served durian and ate it. My friend was surprised, and asked his teacher, “Tok guru ate this kind of food, are you not afraid to die?” Then his teacher pointed his finger at the front of his house, which is the cemetery and said, “There, in front, all (people in cemetery) abstained from eating it, but, still they die.”

2nd April 2017

I shared another excerpt from the book, “Suatu perkara yang boleh diambil daripada intipati ayat ini ialah tatkala kita dicemuh orang, dihina, dikeji atau sebagainya, tanamlah dalam hati kita, kita ada akhirat. Biarlah kita dikhianati orang, asalkan kita bersabar, dan terus bersabar, dan berdoalah moga-moga Allah ganjari syurga kepada kita atas sifat kesabaran itu.”

In English, it says, "One thing that can be taken from the essence of this verse is that when we are being insulted, humiliated, degraded or so, plant (thoughts) in our hearts that we have the hereafter. Let us be betrayed by people, as long as we are patient, and continue to be patient, and pray that God will reward us for the act of being patience.”

I shared a quote by Habib Saggaf bin Mahdi, “The extraordinary person is simple in his speech but great in his action.”

I captured a photo of the hospital’s TV with the lights off with the caption: Watching “IQRA” with Nenek. One of the best teledramas that teaches you so many priceless lessons and gives you powerful reminders. The teledrama looks simple and some might see it as plain, but subhanAllah, they can really wake you.

3rd April 2017

One of the things that made me realise while staying in and going back and forth to the hospital is that Allah can just take one of our blessings, health- away from us…and He SWT can also give it back to us whenever and wherever we are. Below are some thoughts that have been going on in my mind whenever I’m here (in the hospital):

We are powerless without Allah.

One blessing’s taken doesn’t mean we are being ignored, rather the attention is on us. Alhamdulillah ‘ala kulli hal.

If we are truly servants of Allah, we will remember Allah all the time. In good health or in sickness, we will practise Sabr and Shukr.

Race, Ranks, Status will be insignificant. Whoever you are, a poor or a rich person…if you have a sense of pride and ego…sickness is an important lesson to teach you- that whatever you do even if you do things by yourself, you will still need help from others. ‘Help’ from others come from Allah.

Sickness in physical form can be a platform to strengthen our spiritual state. When we feel weak, the only choice is to be strong. Remaining to be weak is not an option. We need to move on if we want to be on Allah’s side.

If Dunya is like a temporary destination, hospitals are like airports for souls. Some have to stay for a while. Some went ahead to the destination according to their own intention and effort in getting their ‘ticket’. We will be sent when the time is right.

Humans are forgetful beings. It is best to always make du’a and prayers to Allah to give us Hidayah and Tawfiq always for these two are the greatest gifts a Muslim can have.

4th April 2017

I shared a quote by SDH, “Don’t be sad dear chosen ones.”

Another quote by Power of Positivity, “The strongest people make time to help others, even when they’re struggling with their own personal problems.” while inserting a reminder for myself and others: Remember Rasulullah SAW and his companions…

5th April 2017

I shared a photo of my grandmother in her purple hijab and pastel coloured baju kurung with a pillow at her back and with her sitting on a wheelchair with a caption: Nenek’s first day exercising at Physiotherapy Department.

I also shared a photo of the word ‘Sabr’. So I just witnessed one of the nurses being rude to us despite trying to cover her rudeness with a forced sweet voice and a forced sweet intonation. But when the manners are rude, they are still rude. No matter what. I nearly lost my temper. Okay, perhaps I lost my temper a bit but I nearly explode. Seriously, this makes me question why you want to become a nurse in the first place. Sesungguhnya, ramai lagi manusia seperti dia. (Actually, there are many others like her). Tapi entah kenapalah marah ku begitu meruap-ruap malam ini. (But why am I filled with so much anger tonight). Ya Allah, grant me patience.

I wrote a ‘rant’: You cannot hide your ugly personality by beautifying your face, your voice or your appearance. Ugly personality comes from a dirty heart. Yes, beauty comes from within.

6th April 2017

I posted a photo of my grandmother trying to walk using the four-legged stick with two physiotherapists holding her from both sides. Captioned ‘Day 2: Syafakillah dear Nenek.’

I shared a photo quote by Simple Reminders, “Never discredit your gut instinct. You are not paranoid. Your body can pick up on bad vibrations. If something deep inside of you says something is not right about a person or situation, trust it.”

7th April 2017

I shared a text post which I’ve written on 7th April 2014:

Now you’re exactly where Allah wants you to be but bear in mind, it is only temporary. Your body will age, your face and skin will deteriorate. Your wealth and status will soon be forgotten but your bad and good deeds will forever be written. But remember, the thing that can erase the bad is a true repentance so long as you keep your iman on perseverance. So what if some people are treating you bad, it’s how you respond with kindness that makes Him be extremely glad. His Pleasures is what you truly seek, not the world and falsehood that are full of deceit. Be mindful, without a sincere intention, all those billion actions won’t make Jannah happen.

I captured a photo of the book called The Art of Doing with a caption: Was gifted this book earlier by The Queen (one of my close friends) and my first impression was, “Are you saying I’m not doing anything?” (insert laughing emojis). So sorry for saying that, Your Majesty, my mental state is a bit unstable at the moment but thank you so much for this book. You really know much much I love reading the How-To books. Jazakillah khairan kathira!

I shared a quote by Rumi, “It’s your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.’

8th April 2017

I shared a photo of my grandmother being held by two physiotherapists while she was holding the four-legged cane with a caption: Day 4. A good improvement, nek.

I shared a quote by Walid Al-Malik, “Duhai anakanda, jika masih banyak merungut dan tidak redha dengan ketentuan takdir juga musibah. Makanya, kamu masih belum benar-benar bertauhid.” In English, it says, "Dear child, if you still have a lot of complains and are not accepting with the fate and misfortunes. That means you still have not practised Tawhid.”

I posted a beautiful photo of the sky and trees outside my house with a caption: Syukur, I get to see His creations once in two or three days these days. Being stuck in one place can be challenging and suffocating. But all that is to train one’s patience. Patience can be practised in two occasions (or more); in dealing with calamity and in dealing with people. I usually struggle with the latter, unfortunately. But as time goes by and as Allah gave me some reminders here and there, I came to realize that sometimes Allah wants to teach us how to be thankful first at the moment when we have the right to become angry, which is also the perfect time to practise patience. One of the main reasons why humans are forgetful, in my observation, is that we forget we have Allah by our side….we forget that it is Allah who made everything possible be it giving lives or taking lives…we forget that it is Allah who gave us all those gifts and blessings, which sometimes were disguised in ordeal and calamities. Another reason why we forget Allah is we are too obsessed with chasing the Dunya, focusing on Dunya more than our Akhirah, astaghfirullah. No matter what we experience, if we remember Allah (remember His Greatness, remember who we are, remember that He always listens, He is the Most Just, the Oft-Forgiving, the Most Merciful…this could go on and on), our hearts will find peace. Alhamdulillah ‘ala kulli hal.

9th April 2017

Just because you don’t see someone working behind your back, it doesn’t mean that they are not doing anything. Be thoughtful. Be considerate. Be kind. Because you know what? Allah sees more than you do.

10th April 2017

After about 2 weeks (and more) staying at the hospital (while taking turns with my sister, G), I finally could take a breather. This means I get to update my daily planner, which is also 2 weeks (and more) behind. Reflecting on the recent events that have been happening within the past few weeks, I seriously feel like I’ve been forced to take a ride on a roller coaster non-stop while trying to remain fixed on my seat, I could not go anywhere or I might be thrown off my seat thus will only cause harm to myself even more. The least that I could do is just to stay calm on my seat but once in a while I might do the opposite- perhaps to make sure that I am still alive. I cried, I smiled, I laughed. I got scared. I got angry. I got depressed. It was one heck of a ride full of emotions, spices of life. I tasted life, I’m still alive, Alhamdulillah.

Now, I feel like I’ve just been released from the 2-week roller coaster ride. It doesn’t feel as dizzy anymore. I guess I am recovering from that emotional and spiritual rides. But then again, as I got out of this ride, I came to discover that the world that I am standing on right now is full of those rides. Perhaps that is just the 10th ride that I’ve taken and who knows how many more rides I need to take until I reach the End…to Him.

Allah knows, Allah knows.

We may not like with what’s being given to us. We may not be comfortable with the tests and trials that await us. We may not understand what good it would do to us right now. But we have to believe. We have to remain tight on His Rope (Faith) that Allah is All-Knowing. He knows what He is doing. He knows what is Best for each of us. So please. Just do our Best, Believe, and He will take care of the Rest. InshaAllah Ta’ala.

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Lessons from a Cleaner

Me to the Cleaner: “May I ask you to clean and mop the floor?”

Nenek chiming in while lying on the bed: “Yes, the other cleaner before had not done it earlier because there were many people wearing their shoes and forgot to take it off.”

Cleaner: “Sure, will do.”

Me: “I heard there were two people who just passed away.”

Cleaner: “Yes, sister. One passed away at 5:30 PM. Another, at 6:00 PM. Both were elderly people.”

Me: “Wow. How close were the times…”

Cleaner: “Yes… It was as if the Angel couldn’t stop. Once the Angel went to one room, he quickly moved to the room in front of him.”

Me: “SubhanAllah!”

- A long pause -

Me: “Yesterday- Thursday night, the patient next door also passed away. The next day, a new patient came in.”

Cleaner: “Yes, sister. Here it is always full. Every day, there are sick people. Today, there are three rooms empty. But tomorrow it will be filled. Every day, sick people come.”

Me: “Yes…but this is only temporary. Here is Dunya. Everything will be temporary…”

Cleaner: “That is why…in this Life, we need not be full of pride. There’s something Greater.”

Me: “Yes…”

Cleaner: “Alright, I am done.”

Me: “Thank you!”

Cleaner: “You’re welcome.”

11th April 2017

Alhamdulillah, Nenek has finally been discharged today. Couldn’t be more happier. The process of recovering continues… May Allah grant us strength and patience to persevere. Aamiin.

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jandjsalmon · 6 years

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11 Questions Tag

I was tagged by the ever lovely @southsidesserpent @theheavycrown and @bride-of-hobo (who stole like a million of my own answers so I stole a bunch of her questions. lol) - thank you, guys! <3

Post the Rules

Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

Write 11 questions of your own

Tag 11 people

First the questions from @southsidesserpent

1. Top 3 fic recommendations? (not top - just 3 I love)

La Petite Mort by @believe-that-you-can-my-friend

heaven help a fool who falls in love by @lessoleilscouchants

Bughead Bottle Fic #1: The Phone Call by MyMissus (oof1dficreally)

2. Are you more academic, athletic, or artistic?

I’ve always been more academic for sure.

3. Who is your favourite character on Riverdale?

Jughead Jones

4. Top 5 favourite songs?

Bizarre Love Triangle - Stabbing Westward Sleepwalk - Santo & Johnny Walkin’ After Midnight - Patsy Cline Moonlight Serenade - Glenn Miller Orchestra Starman - David Bowie

5. Any allergies?

Only to Demerol.

6. If you were to meet two characters from Riverdale, who would you meet?

Characters? Kevin Keller and Betty Cooper

7. Opinions on Bughead?

Endgame.

8. 3 of your favourite writers on Tumblr?

@ficmuse @itsindiansummer13 @shirlygallagher

9. fuck, marry, kill: Toni, Sweet Pea, Fangs.

F: Fangs M: Sweet Pea K: Toni

10. Name 5 things you like about yourself?

My laugh. That I’m passionate about stuff that I love. The way that I parent The sound of my own voice. (ha ha) That I care more about other people than I do for myself.

11. Anything you are excited for?

Hawaii in April for my husbandd’s birthday.

Now the questions from @theheavycrown

1. If you were a character on Riverdale who was murdered crucial to the ‘conflict of the season,’ how would you have died?

Poisoned by Maple Syrup (it’s a frame-up to point towards the Blossoms... only plot twist - it WAS the Blossoms (because who would ever believe that a Blossom would actually use maple syrup))

2. We know Jug’s favourite toy, what do you think Betty’s favourite toy was growing up?

Caramel - her stuffed calico cat.

3. Name 5 things you think are in Jughead’s backpack.

His laptop.

Whatever book he’s reading.

His headphones.

Photo of He and Jellybean at the drive-in

Phone charger. (I’m so boring - but this is what I can’t live without)

4. What is something that is accepted as normal in Riverdale universe, but stands out as absurd to you?

I’m stealing Chelsea’s answer here. The weather. 100%.

5. How do you think Jughead pays for all that Pop’s food?

I think Pop’s tells him it’s on his tab... but never keeps track of any of it.

6. If Veronica had a snapchat, what would her favourite filter be?

Flower Crown

7. What do you think Cheryl’s guilty pleasure food is?

Chocolate Cherry Milkshakes.

8. How do you think Vegas came to the Andrews household?

Fred brought him home to celebrate Archie’s first day of Kindergarten.

9. Bughead just had their first child, what do imagine they name it?

If it’s a girl - Juliet Elizabeth Jones. If it’s a boy - Forsythe Pendleton Jones IV (but Penn for short)

10. First thought that pops into your head, headcanon of how Jellybean got her name?

Juggie saw her ultrasound picture and commented that she looked like a wee jellybean - and it stuck.

11. Bughead are getting married tomorrow. What do they dance to first at their wedding?

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex.

and finally questions from the gorgeous @bride-of-hobo - thanks! <3

1. What are the core four’s college majors? Minors?

Archie: Music with an Education minor (but he’s there on a football scholarship) Veronica: Business with a minor in Philanthropic Management. Betty: Journalism with a minor in Communications Jughead: Creative Writing with a minor in Film Studies

2. Betty heads the Prom planning committee, because of course she does. And Toni joins, because she needs an extracurricular for her college applications. Three weeks later, they’re the only two people to sign up. So they have to choose the theme together. What do they go with?

Carpe Diem - and the decor is Roman columns and ancient ruins.

3. Veronica makes a Spotify playlist for Archie on their six month anniversary. What three songs are must-haves for her?

Florence + The Machine - Never Let Me Go

Tom Odell - Grow Old with Me

Kodaline - High Hopes

4. Which character were you drawn to first when you watched your first episode of Riverdale? And why?

Betty Cooper. She was so inherently kind and helpful and a genuinely GOOD PERSON - and her heart is broken which I relate to and understand.

5. Name two platonic pairings - friendships, frenemies, enemies, characters who’ve never interacted but you want to see how they’d play off each other - that you think deserve more screen time.

They’ve interacted before - but minimally. Veronica and Jughead and their friendship/conflict deserve more screen time (with no lip action, obviously).

6. If it wasn’t spoiled for you before you watched Riverdale, who did you suspect killed Jason Blossom?

Hal Cooper.

7. What is Jughead Jones’ senior yearbook quote?

To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering. -Friedrich Nietzsche

8. Betty has something inscribed in Jughead’s wedding band before he slides it on his finger on their big day. What does it say?

Pari passu which means ‘With equal step’ in Latin (according to @mothermaple - it’s properly pretentious for Juggie. lol)

9. If you could pick any song for the Pussycats to cover, what would it be?

Bizarre Love Triangle.

10. Seriously, Archie has to choose between music and football. What’s it gonna be?

Music. But only after football gets him into college.

11. The ultimate question: Did Betty and Jughead make it to the bedroom? Or was their first time on the couch? (And if it was… did they turn off the TV?)

Absolutely not. First time was on that couch with the weather in the background. Second time was in the shower. Third time was in the bedroom.

MY QUESTIONS:

What is the one book Jughead always carries with him in his messenger bag?

If you were singing karaoke with the cast of Riverdale, which song would it be and who would you sing your duet with?

What is your favourite article of clothing?

Where did you go on your best first date?

What is your favourite quote?

Best Advice you ever got??

Where will Betty and Juggie go on their honeymoon?

Bughead just had their first child, what do imagine they name it?

Top 5 favourite songs?

fuck, marry, kill: Archie, Reggie, or Moose?

3 of your favourite writers on Tumblr?

I tag: @mothermaple @aunt-imogene @bugggghead @billyeatyourgrapes @heytherejones @beanie-betty @stillscape @riverdalelovee @paperlesscrown @stark @flannelfogarty

#tagged game #11 questions #so many fun bughead questions

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tsgnorthwestarkansas · 5 years

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Up Close & Personal with Lindsay Ramsey of Kindness and Joy Toys

Lindsay Ramsey, owner of Kindness & Joy Toys in Fayetteville is our go-to source for gift ideas for the children in our lives. From unique shower gifts for the mom-to-be who has it all, to the perfect birthday present that will light up a child’s face, Lindsay always seems to have the greatest toy stashed up her sleeve. Her colorful and fun-filled shop is a true delight to experience.

“We especially love our story times and in-store workshops.” —Lindsay Ramsey, owner, Kindness & Joy Toys

During our recent chat with Lindsay, we were able to learn more about her small business story and discover some of her local loves.

The shelves at Kindness & Joy Toys are stocked with toys that have been hand-selected by Lindsay for their unique, hand-crafted qualities and ability to spark the imagination of all who play with them.

You have a background in marketing. What was it that made you take the leap to open a toy store?

I started my business as a pop up style online business in 2016 with $400 in toys. It’s actually a funny story. I had a client in Houston who owed me $400 for my marketing work. She offered to pay me in toys, and that’s how Kindness & Joy Toys started. I held my first pop-up shop at Rick’s Bakery in Fayetteville during a tax-free weekend. That one offer from a client was just the push I needed to take a leap of faith and pursue my dream of opening a toy store.

Can you remember when that dream was born?

The desire for a toy store was birthed out of the early days of parenthood. I wanted to find quality things for my kids to play with that would last, hold their attention, and that weren’t always tied to the latest character. I feel like I needed to be taught how to teach my kids to play!

What did those developmental milestones look like and what was the best way to help my kids get there?

In this age where technology will be a part of our children’s lives, it is all the more important to provide opportunities for play and to help our children grow in their ability to play. As my kids grow, this desire only grows stronger!

You can find Lindsay at her Fayetteville toy store, Kindness and Joy Toys, pictured here, to shop her carefully curated selection of toys & gifts for babies, children, tweens, and all those young at heart.

Where did the name of your business come from?

We like to say that we are a place where we celebrate the “kindness” of the giver and the “joy” of the recipient. When brainstorming a name for our business I wanted it to reflect both aspects of gift giving and, of course, the JOY that play that can bring!

Is there a higher purpose you serve through your passion and business?

Connecting with moms is my jam. Motherhood can be lonely and I love that we are a place of community and refuge!

What is your business's earliest success story?

I will never forget the very first time we did the NWA Boutique Show. It is an annual show held each November and we nearly sold out! It was at that point that I realized that I wasn’t the only momma interested in unique, high quality toys that bring great JOY!

Can you share a little known fact about your business?

We never intended to open a store! We just kept talking small steps that led us to where we are. Remember, it probably never would have happened if my client hadn’t paid me in toys instead of money.

Lindsay lives in Fayetteville with her husband Hal and three sons, Drew, Brooks & Barett (pictured above).

What are some of your favorite ways to live locally here in NWA? Favorite places to be outside, eat, play and shop?

My husband, Hal, and I have three sons, Drew, Brooks, & Barrett. We live in Fayetteville and find ourselves very busy with their active schedules. I coach my son’s basketball team, for example. When we have the time, we love to go to Hugo’s restaurant in Fayetteville. I shop local for us as much as i can! Two of my favorites are Freckled Hen Farmhouse & Wit & Whimsy in Fayetteville.

The next time you need a gift for the child in your life, make sure you confer with Lindsay first. She is full of ideas that will inspire joy. And if you would like to get ahead on your Christmas shopping, now is the time to pay Lindsay a visit. She’s currently building Christmas Wish Lists and offers Birthday Gift Registry year round for your convenience! Lindsay’s pick for the hottest Christmas gift this year: This awesome inflatable Air Fort and these building blocks that actually explode! Check out all the new arrivals and holiday faves available at Kindness & Joy Toys here.

Photos: Maura Griesse

#livelovelocal #toys #toystore #local #toyshop #tsgnwarkansas #thescoutguide #fayettevillear #kids #gifts #nwarkansas #shoplocal

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allskynostars · 7 years

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Ever Since New York Pt 12

Read on AO3 :) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10979391/chapters/26124165

Not long left for this fic guuuys! This chapter isn’t much, but I needed to get passed this fucking writers block.. let me know what you think. Thanks for reading :)

***

“You said his name was Jack Lawson, works for a software company in Manhattan?”

“Upper East Side, yeah.” Jughead was in the middle of packing up his trailer when Viper had rung him back regarding information on Betty’s ex boyfriend. She had told Jughead very little about him, except for his name and place of work. But that was more than enough information when it came to the Serpents. They were experts in finding people who did not want to be found.

Jughead sat himself on the edge of his bed, and Betty’s voice was ringing in his ears. It had been a week since she had found her apartment in a state. But she had begged Jughead not to do anything, to just ignore him and let the Police deal with it. But how could he? The Police had made no move, and at this rate it was rather obvious that they wouldn’t. There was a forced entry, people in the building knew and recognised Jack and said he hadn’t come through. He had a key that Betty hadn’t really remembered giving to him which meant he wouldn’t have needed to force an entry. Worst of all, he had a shitty but rather convincing alibi. And those factors all worked in his favour.

But Jughead knew it was him. Maybe he had snuck his way in or he could have payed someone to do it. But either way it was down to him, and he was not getting away with it. Nobody would hurt his girl and get away with it.

“Yeah Jug, definitely him. We’ve found him.” Relief flowed through Jughead, not that we doubted the abilities of his gang associates in the slightest. “But hey, you be careful okay? You’re finally sorting your shit and we don’t need you getting in trouble.” He smiled at the sentiment.

“Don’t worry, Vipe. I’m not gonna fuck this up, not again.”

“Good. Now you make sure you swing round and say bye before you cut and run, okay?”

“Yeah, man. Of course. I’ll talk to you soon. Thanks, again.” He hangs up the phone, and started to play with it in his hands. He thought about how different his life was a month ago. It almost impossible to believe he’s here now, packing up all his belongings, and moving to New York to live with Betty. She had called him last night, so happy and giddy it almost made Jugheads heart burst. Hal had helped her find a new place just out of the city.

“It’s a house, Jug! A house! Not just a shitty little apartment.

So things were really settling into place now. Archie had also called Jughead, after Betty finally told Veronica everything, and said that he had managed to score him a job at his record company if he was keen. Jughead accepted, of course. It would be his first real job, and he would be lying if he didn’t admit that made him nervous. But everything would be worth it to be with Betty.

He knew that, he had always known that.

***

Betty was perched on the end of the bed in the hotel room that herself and her Dad had been staying in for the past week. Hal had left to go and get lunch, and Betty decided she had to bite the bullet and ring her Mother.

That or leave it 10 years and surprise her with some grandchildren.

She took a deep breath, staring at the contact in her phone titled “Alice.” She pressed the call button, closed her eyes tight and brought the phone to her ear and listened to the dial tone

“Betty?” There was an obvious tone of surprise in Alice’s voice. It had been a long time since she had rung her Mum voluntarily.

“Hi, Mum.”

“Are you okay? Is everything okay?” Guilt set in Betty’s chest at the panic in her Mothers voice. How had it gotten this bad, that a phone call made Alice instantly presume something was wrong.

“Mum, I’m fine. Everything’s, everything is great actually. That’s why I called you.”

“Are you, are you pregnant or something?” Betty choked out a laugh.

“God, Mum, no. No. I’m just trying to figure out where to start.” She could hear Alice’s footsteps through the phone, and then a door closed shut and it was silent.

“How about at the start, sweetheart.”

And so she did. She told her Mum everything. And she was only interrupted once with a question of,

“Jughead?” And then Alice sighed, “Of course.”

“Yeah, Jughead. I know you might not agree, Mum, but I love him.” Betty was on the defence, prepared to defend Jughead at any given moment.

“I know you do. I saw it, when we moved away. I saw what that did to you, and I should have known then that it was real.” The sincerity in her Mothers voice took Betty by surprise. “I held out hope that maybe, someone, some day would bring your spark back.”

“I guess you just didn’t think it would be him, huh?”

“No, I guess not. But I’m sorry, hunny. For what ever that’s worth now, I am so sorry.” Alice’s voice was thick with guilt, and Betty could hear her breathing was shallow.

“I’m sorry, too, Mum. I blamed you for a long time. But, I forgive you now. It’s okay.” She wasn’t sure when she’d started crying, but the tears were streaming silently down her face now. She felt lighter, instantly, as the blame she had been carrying lifted from her. There was no need to hold onto it anymore, what would be the point?

“Betty,” she could hear Alice was crying, “Just please promise me that if anything happens to you again, you will tell me?” She was referring to Jack, Betty realised.

“Nothing will happen again, Mum. But I promise you.” Betty smiled at herself, she knew that Jughead would never hurt her, not like that.

Alice and Betty spoke for another half an hour, catching up on each other’s lives. Betty spoke to Polly as well, who was so happy when she told her all about Jughead. Her twin nephews made her cry, as always, and she ached to hold them. After she hung up she felt whole and at peace. For the first time in a long time. Everything was how it was supposed to be. Now she just needed Jughead with her, and all would be right in the world. She picked her phone up again, and quickly typed out a text to Jughead.

Just told my Mum everything. And I mean every thing.. :) Feels good Jug. Miss you! Can’t wait to see you. X

Jughead smiled at the text on his phone. He had just finished piling his belongings into the back of his truck, including his bike. He had briefly thought about selling it, getting rid of that last serpent tie. But he couldn’t bring himself too, not just yet.

He took a quick picture of the back of the truck, sending it to Betty with a text attached.

"That’s so good, Betts. So happy for you. Now, who would have thought at 24 I could fit all my shit into the back of a truck. Be seeing you soon baby. Love you x

It was nearly midday, and if he left now he would make it to New York by dinner time. He was staying at the hotel with Betty tonight, Hal would be heading home later today. But Jughead needed to take a little detour, so he told Betty he would be arriving after 7.

Jughead drove around Riverdale, saying his goodbyes to the gang, Fred, and the city that he was finally leaving. It made him a lot sadder than he would have thought, but he knew where he was going for the first time, and that settled something within him. He didn’t look back as he passed the sign.

You are now leaving Riverdale.

He pulled down the street that his gps had led him too.

Jacks street.

It was after 6pm now, and it was getting dark. He could see lights on inside the house, and a car in the driveway, which meant he was home. Jughead had a huge advantage over Jack, in that he had no idea what he looked like. But Jughead remembered, that photo he had picked up from atop Betty’s mantle piece was burnt into his brain. So he shrugged on his serpent jacket to get one last use out of it, and with a deep breath, and a crack of his neck, Jughead locked his truck and crossed the road, his head ducked.

He knocked hard, 3 times. He wasn’t even sure what his story was going to be, and the rage that was building inside of him did not help the cause. It didn’t matter though, because as soon as Jack was at the door, Jughead was pushing him back and slamming the door behind him.

“Jesus, what the fuck? What the hell do you think your doing?” Jack yells at him as he’s slammed against the wall, his hands grabbing at Jugheads who are fisted around Jacks shirt. Jughead shoves him back again, causing Jacks head to slam into the wall.

“Who do you think?” Jughead spat, pulling Jacks face ever so close to his own. It was in that moment that something clicked in Jacks mind, and he let out a humourless laugh.

“Oh, of course. Let me guess, you’re the chosen one right? What was your name again, Mughead?” That earned him another slam of his head into the wall.

“It’s Jughead, you asshole. Betty made her choice, you stay the fuck away. Yeah, we went about this the wrong way, but nothing, and I mean nothing ,” his fists tighten further around the hold on his shirt, “gives you any right to lay a finger on a woman. Especially not Betty.”

“I didn’t mean to fucking touch her, man. Okay?” He shoved Jughead back, and the hold he had on his shirt fell. Jughead took a step back, eyeing Jack up and down. There was no resemblance at all, he thought to himself. Maybe the hair. Jack pushed himself up from the wall. “I was just angry.”

“Angry enough to trash her whole apartment?” Jughead had his arms folded, watching him, an incredulous look on his face.

“Yeah! Look, I know I fucked up, okay?” Jack was pacing now, his hands wringing together. “But she fucked someone else,” He caught Jugheads eye, “You, for that matter. And I loved her, dude. I love her.” Those were the wrong words, Jughead thought. He knew he could be possessive of Betty, and right now it was extreme. He laughed.

“Oh, fuck off. Nobody would ever hit a woman you love. And to be honest, I don’t give a shit why. I just want to know that it won’t happen again.” He held Jacks gaze, trying to emphasise the anger he could feel bubbling over. Jack raised him hands, palms up.

“I’m done, man. I don’t fucking need this shit anymore. Dudes in leather jackets showing up at my front door, bowling in as they please? Nah.” Jughead nodded at him, making his way to the front door. He turned to look at Jack.

“For what it is worth, I’m sorry about how it went down. But I’m not sorry that it did happen, I won’t lie,” He shrugged, “Just stay away.” He turned his back, the snake embezzled on his jacket on full display, to open the door before Jack snorted.

“Well, I thought I knew Betty. But gang slut? That’s new.” He muttered under his breath, loud enough for Jughead to hear every single word.

And with a crack Jugheads fist met with Jacks nose. Hard. Jack slumped against the wall, falling to the floor in pain. Jughead took the opportunity to get in another hit.

“Don’t you fucking dare ,“ He raised his foot and kicked Jack in his side, “Talk about my girl like that. Ever." And then he was out the door, slamming it closed behind him. He got back into his truck, and shrugged the serpent jacket off of his back. He folded it gently, smiling at it as he tucked it under his seat. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and typed a text to Betty.

Half an hour away, can’t wait to see your beautiful face x *

Betty had decided to meet Jughead at their new place before going back to the hotel. They had the keys but weren’t moving in until tomorrow. Jughead stood behind her as she unlocked the door, and before she could step foot in the house Jughead lifted her up, bridal style to carry her over the threshold. He felt her laugh against him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“We’re not married yet, Jug.” Jughead couldn’t help his heart jumping at the word yet.

“Yeah, but I still wanna do this right.” And then he stood over the threshold, and both of them were overcome with a feeling they had never felt before. Even though there was nothing in the house yet, no belongings, it was still their place. It was theirs. They finally had each other. They were home.

Jughead spun Betty around in a circle before placing her back on her feet with a kiss. She kept her arms around his neck, and his snaked around her waist.

“Welcome home, Jug.” She smiled at him, her eyes so bright they were shining. He kissed her again, harder this time.

“God, this feels right, doesn’t it? With you.” Another kiss. “You are my home, Betty. Finally, I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be.” He brings a hand to trace her face, her lips. She kisses his fingers against her mouth.

“Me too, Juggie.” She wrapped her hand around his wrist. “So you like it?”

“It’s perfect, baby. Anything that we can label ours is perfect to me.” He smiled down at her.

“Come, I want to show you upstairs.” She pulled him up the stairs by the the wrist she had a hold of. She showed him the master bedroom, the bathroom, and the two spare bedrooms that filled out the second level of the house.

Betty was stood in the third bedroom after the grand tour, admiring the view of the street out the window. Jughead is leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed, admiring her. He smirked.

“3 bedrooms, Betts? Are you trying to hint at something?” She turned to look at him, a look on her face that made his breath catch in his throat. She had a glint in her eye as she sauntered over to him. She put her hands on his chest, catching his gaze.

“2 boys and a girl. The boys can share.” Jugheads eyes widen, but the smirk doesn’t leave his face. His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her hair.

“Whatever you want.” And he means it. He would give her 10 children if she asked. She smiled warmly up at him, standing on her tip toes to place a light kiss on his mouth.

“But in the mean time, we could do them up as guest rooms.” She falters a little before continuing. “Maybe Jellybean could come and stay? You know, if she would like.”

Jughead hasn’t actually spoken to his sister in a long time, but not because he didn’t want too. He wanted to reach out to her when he was successful, when he was someone she could look up too. And wasn’t that starting now? “I like that idea.”

Jughead was overwhelmed with love for Betty in that moment, it was as though she knew him better than he knew himself. And maybe she did. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a warm, wet kiss. They were both breathing heavy as they pulled away, their foreheads resting on one another’s.

“How about we christen this place?” Betty whispers against his mouth, her brows wiggled in suggestion.

“On the floor?” Jughead asked, laughing.

“Anywhere, anytime.” She kissed him hard, her fingers tugging on the hem of his shirt.

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Elizabeth.” He growled, lifting his arms so she could pull his shirt over his head.

#ever since new york #Bughead #Bughead au #bughead fanfic #bughead fanfiction #riverdale #riverdale au #riverdale fanfic #Betty Cooper #jughead jones #betty x jughead #allskynostars fics

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champhangman · 7 years

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Damn Your Love

Characters: AJ Styles x OFC

Summary: It all comes crashing down.

Inspiration: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Warnings: Angst, cursing, references of cheating

The house was quiet when he let himself in. He pushed his suitcase to the side of the foyer and dropped his keys on the table and tossed his backpack atop his suitcase, frowning when he didn't hear the sound of footsteps from upstairs. She always greeted him at the door. Like an excited puppy, he'd teased more than a few times. And she knew he was home. He'd texted her as soon as he'd turned onto their street. He'd thought she'd be ecstatic, considering he wasn't supposed to be home until the next day.

Weary from work and travel, he headed upstairs. She'd mentioned that afternoon that she was feeling under the weather. Of course. That was why she hadn't come to greet him. She was sick. Even the smallest of colds tended to knock her down for a few days. Beginning to worry, he jogged up the remaining stairs and into the master bedroom, expecting to find the lamp on and her waiting in bed. But it was dark, the curtains parted so the full moon outside bathed the room in a soft glow.

"Baby?" he called softly, tossing his cap toward the dresser and crossing the room to the bed. She was sprawled in the center, the rumpled sheet draped over her. Bare legs stretched out, hair spilling over the pillow, she was a sight to behold and he allowed himself a moment to drink her in before kneeling on the edge of the bed.

She hummed in her sleep, and he felt her start to rouse when his lips brushed her cheek. One hand came to rest on his chest. He was pretty sure she was holding him away out of surprise. "Hey," she murmured, sleep adding a smokiness to her voice. "What are you doing here?"

"My appearance tomorrow got canceled." He leaned in for a kiss, sighing as their lips met. Fully prepared to start undressing and get to work showing how much he'd missed her over the past week, he grunted when she pushed at his chest.

"Gotta pee," she explained, sliding away.

"Well hurry," he told her, lifting his eyebrows when the sheet slid off and revealed she was naked. Lurid images came to his mind and he rolled off the bed to remove his shoes, a grin pulling at his lips. "Missed me, huh?"

"What?" she asked, pausing in the doorway to the bathroom. Glancing back at him, she blinked as he switched on the bedside lamp, then looked down when he indicated her nude form. "Oh. It was hot."

Okay, that was new. The bathroom door thumped shut, leaving him with the beginning swirls of confusion. She was always up for his teasing. It was one of the things he loved about her so much, that she could take his teasing and give it back tenfold. Although, to be fair, he had just woken her up. It always took a few cups of coffee in the morning before she was her usual adoring self, so it was understandable that she was a bit short after only a few hours of sleep. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he was reaching for his belt buckle when he heard her phone chime. Out of habit he picked it up so he could switch it to do not disturb. She always forgot to do it. But the text showing on the lock screen gave him pause.

Sry I ditched call me later. C u bb.

It was from Hal. Who was Hal? And how had he ditched? Hal. AJ snorted. Sounded like a nerd. He read the message a few times over, mainly to understand the awful He was still holding her phone when she came out of the bathroom several moments later.

"Hey babe," she greeted softly, crawling up behind him on the bed. Her chin rested on his shoulder as her arms came around him. She smelled of toothpaste and perfume, and he dumbly wondered if she'd put perfume on for him.

"Who's Hal?" he finally asked, just as she began kissing his neck. He felt her arms stiffen. She made a sound of annoyance, her arms falling away, and he felt the dread settle in his stomach. When she reached for her phone he held it out of her reach and pushed himself to his feet. He didn't want to turn around. Didn't want to see her face. But he did anyway, lips pressing together.

"He's not important."

"Who is he?"

"A friend."

"A friend that calls you baby?"

She scoffed. "You call me baby! And so do half your coworkers."

"Just tell me who he is," AJ requested calmly.

"He's from work. I don't think you've met him, he started back in January. He's in the finance department."

AJ almost snorted. Of course a man name Hal worked in finance. Nerd. "And you've become friends?" he asked, eyes following her as she got off the bed and reached for her robe.

"Well, yeah. One of the girls invited him to join us one Friday when we went out for drinks. We got to talking, and…" She shrugged while tying her robe. "He's just a friend."

"He ditched you?"

"Oh, we had plans to go out." She wasn't meeting his gaze. She seemed more interested in smoothing her hair and then in applying lip balm and then in rubbing a dollop of lotion into her hands.

He nodded, questions still swirling in his mind. But his brain was foggy from too little sleep over recent days. Setting her phone down, he analyzed the sudden chill in the room. "Sorry," he said after a moment, managing to meet her eyes in the mirror. She smiled, then turned to embrace him. And he wondered why he had apologized.

"You're just being grumpy because you need a good night's sleep." Her lips met his cheek softly. "Why don't you go take a hot shower and I'll make the bed the bed for you."

Nodding, he felt her slide out of his arms. She seemed cheerful now, humming softly while she pulled the covers from the bed. Dragging both hands over his face, he sighed and began to undress. The dread in his stomach returned when she paid no attention to him, and increased when he suggested she join him and she waved him off.

In the bathroom, he reached to turn the water on full blast then waited, rubbing the back of his neck, until the room began to fill with steam. About to step into the shower, he froze as his gaze landed on the small wastebasket. Normally he would have paid it no mind, but for some reason he stared hard at the torn foil packet. The dread became an angry bile that rose to his throat. Before he could stop himself, he reached to snatch the bit of foil out and looked at the well-known brand name emblazoned on the package, turning it over between his fingers several times.

He didn't use condoms.

The condom packet drifted to the floor. With a muttered curse he snatched the door open. Steam curled around his body and wafted into the bedroom, where she was fluffing the pillows.

"That was a quick shower," she laughed, smoothing the pillowcase while turning to face him. Her levity died as soon as she saw him. "What?"

It took a few painful seconds for him to form the words. "You slept with him."

Her pretty green eyes widened. "AJ, I—"

"You slept with him," he said again, the truth caving in on him. The bile in his throat burned. His heart twisted while he waited for her to speak again.

"I made a mistake," she whispered, hugging the pillow.

"A mistake," he repeated, dragging a hand over his face. "Were you gonna tell me about this mistake?"

She gave her head the tiniest of shakes. When he moved into the room, she backed up. As though fearing he would hit her.

He brushed by her, though, now revolted by the aroma of her perfume. "Why?" he demanded, opening a drawer to retrieve clean clothes. "Why'd you sleep with him?"

"It's not important," she said. "Babe, we can talk about this, can't we?"

"Sure." He yanked on a pair of jeans, blowing the hair from his face while fastening the button. "Just as soon as you tell me why. Why?"

"AJ…" She sighed, the pillow landing on the bed with a muffled thump. "Can we do this in the morning? We're both tired—"

"Yeah," he muttered, shoving his arms in the sleeve of his hoodie. He zipped it up, eyes moving to find his discarded shoes. "I bet you are. But no, we're talkin' about this now."

"I'm not going to talk to you if you're going to be all pissy," she huffed, going into the bathroom. He remembered that he hadn't turned off the water.

He slammed the drawer closed with more force than necessary. The framed photo placed on top of the bureau tipped over, falling to his feet as an added insult. Finally he turned to face her at her sound of disgust, unable to understand why she looked so angry. He hadn't slept with someone else. God knew he'd had more than enough opportunities. All of which he'd turned down. Because he loved her. Wouldn't dream of hurting her. The pain in his chest, the rage in his stomach, the disbelief in his head, all things he wouldn't want his worst enemy to experience.

She was speaking but he heard nothing. He simply saw her. The petite, vivacious woman he had fallen for within seconds of meeting. The pretty young woman with the honeyed voice that had been a balm to his weary soul. He saw the evidence of their years together all around them. The handful of seashells they'd gathered on their first date were in a small dish on her dresser. The scarf she'd given him their first Christmas was draped over one corner of the mirror. The diamond earrings he'd given her for her birthday were winking at him from her earlobes. The bed they'd shopped for together dominated the room. The paint that had taken them two months to choose surrounded them. With another pang in his chest he saw the ring he had given her just three months before on her finger.

Had she taken it off before welcoming him into their bed? Or had she kept it on, let it catch the light while having sex with another man?

He watched her face. The face he knew better than any other. There was no sign of the dimples that had charmed him. Or the wide smile that always warmed him. The pretty green eyes that he always dreamed about were flashing, but not with excitement or happiness. Her words, still muffled, were in a snide, angry tone he didn't recognize.

He didn't recognize her, he realized, leaning against the bureau with a sigh. She was the same woman he had fallen in love with and made love to and found joy with. But she was a stranger. What had changed? How had they gone from what his friends called disgustingly perfect together to…this?

"Are you even listening to me?" Her words pierced his thoughts.

He shook his head. "Not 'til you tell me why."

"Why?" She threw her arms – arms that had held him and soothed him – out. "I was lonely, okay? It's impossible to have sex with you when you're in another state or halfway around the world!"

"I've been in other states and halfway around the world since we first met," he reminded her, trying his best to keep his voice even. He had never raised it at her, except in jest, and he wasn't about to start now. He wasn't sure he would be able to reel in the anger if he let out just the tiniest bit.

"I know. And this is the first time I ever…" She lifted one shoulder.

A chuckle escaped him, surprising him with its coldness. "That's rich. All those years of suckin' it up just wash away you bringin' another man into our bed?"

"You don't know what it's like," she accused. "Being here night after night for days or weeks at a time and not having anyone to hold onto."

"The hell I don't!" he snapped. "You think I've had women in my hotel rooms?"

She didn't answer, but her expression conveyed that she did, in fact, think just that.

"Bullshit," he seethed, pushing away from the bureau. "Every night you've been alone, so have I. And do you know why?"

"Why?" she whispered, folding her arms over her chest.

"Because I loved you. I couldn't even think of doin' this—" AJ slammed a fist against his chest. "I couldn't have done that to you."

"Where are you going?" she asked when he spun and snatched up a cap to jam onto his head. She followed him into the hall.

"I can't stay here." He took the stairs two at a time, realizing when he reached the bottom that she had stopped following. Gripping the banister, about to turn to look at her, he decided he couldn't. He stared straight ahead. At the front door. Which seemed to be a thousand miles from him and yet only two inches away. He closed the distance, shoulders going tense when she called his name.

"Where will you stay?"

"Do you even care?" he asked softly.

"I love you."

The words were spoken in a soft whisper that floated to him, crashed into his brain, slammed into his heart. Closing his eyes, he drew in a deep breath. I love you. If she did, why had she… When had her love twisted and allowed her to be with someone else? He dropped his head against the door, hating the pain that had overtaken the anger. It was easier to be mad. Easier to let out cutting remarks in hopes of hurting her as much as she'd hurt him.

His schedule. She was blaming his schedule, after so many years. Just an excuse, he thought. And he found he couldn't believe it had only happened once. He doubted he would ever be able to look at her without wondering how many times she had broken the trust he had thought indestructible.

"AJ?" she called, worry in her voice. "I said I love you."

He lifted his head. Drew in another deep breath, until his lungs ached. Then, snatching up his keys and reaching for his bags, he began to vigorously shake his head. He opened the door. Hesitated. And turned to look at her one last time.

"Damn your love," he scorned.

A/N: I had a shit day and this was the result. I’m not usually one for angst but hey, sometimes it needs to be let out, right?

Tagging: @llowkeys, @the-geekgoddes, @blondekel77 @castielscamander

#aj styles #angst #wwe #aj styles imagine #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #aj styles fanfiction #fave

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starlightafterastorm · 7 years

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WHO’S THE MURDERER?

So the big question of Season 1 is “Who killed Lilly Kane Jason Blossom?”

(Forgive me I HAD to put the Veronica Mars reference in there. It makes me laugh every time)

@somebooksmakeusfree and I have been going back and forth and we’ve compiled this list. Which we will probably go back and revise as we get closer to the reveal. My comments are after the “N” and hers are after the “A”

Buckle up, this might turn into some long speculations...

Who we can rule out for SURE:

Betty - N: Was in LA for her internship. Our Hitchcock blonde has a solid alibi.

A: I know what you’re thinking, “...but what about ‘Dark Betty?’” ‘Dark Betty’ may have her secrets, but I don’t think this is one of them.

Veronica - N: Just moved in from New York. She had NO reason to be anywhere near Riverdale/Jason.

A: Agreed.

Who we can PROBABLY rule out:

Archie - N: Because it’s fucking Archie and there was so much drama about him hearing the gunshot and even if we don’t have a solid alibi for him yet on the weekend of the 11th IT’S NOT GONNA BE HIM.

A: Come on guys, Archie couldn’t keep a secret (or a girlfriend) if his life depended on it. I know it. You know it. Jughead knows it.

Jughead - N: I’m willing to bet it’s not Juggie even if he doesn’t have an alibi for the 11th. He’s one of the core four and Cole probably wouldn’t be joking about it if it actually was him (or would he? Cole is the trolliest of trolls). Also they’ve already ruled him out in episode 7. And gave us a beautiful Bughead scene to boot.

A: Cole even rhymes with “troll.” So far, we haven’t been given a motive that would explain why Jughead would ever murder Jason, even with his father’s entanglements with the Blossoms and the Sneks. (Can we talk about how sad it is that he doesn’t have an alibi because he was probably spending that time alone...living in that shack of a drive-in theatre? *cries*)

Fred - N: My god, please don’t have THE ONE GOOD PARENT ON THIS SHOW BE THE MURDERER. I doubt it’s Fred.

A: Fred is too one-dimensional of a character...unless crazy things happen when his ex wife returns.

Hal - N: The fact that Hal was shown to break into the Sheriff’s home to steal the photos probably rules him out. The fact that they placed so much suspicion on him early on seems like a fake out. I think HE THINKS Alice did it and he stole the pictures to protect her.

A: Or he stole them because he knew the real reason Polly and Jason were running away and he didn’t want anyone finding out about Polly’s condition or putting suspicion on their family in general. Definitely not Hal.

Alice - N: I believe Alice when she says she didn’t do it. I also believe her when she says she would have done it if given the chance. She told Hal he should know what she’s capable of. It’s possible we learn more about some sort of specific event that might justify that statement OR it might just be that they’ve been married for close to 20 years and he should know her well enough by now. And also if she was a Serpent then HELLS YEAH she’d be capable. but I doubt she did it in this specific instance.

A: Alice has really been redeeming herself lately. Could she have killed Jason? Absolutely, she disliked him because he was a Blossom and because he “ruined” Polly’s life. Did she actually do it? Probably not, though Hal may secretly think she did. Anywho, I’m living for brick- throwing, Jughead-liking, emotional Alice.

Polly - N: I think the whole Cooper family is… not quite all there, Polly included. But with the nuns and being locked up and being pregnant and everything I don’t think Polly did it. Her distress at finding out Jason was dead was too real. (HER FACE WHEN SHE ASKED BETTY WHEN HE WAS COMING TO GET HER BROKE MY HEART) But also she was being held captive by insane nuns.

A: Okay, my theory, if Polly did it, is that she had a psychotic break and doesn’t remember killing him. WHAT IF DARK BETTY ISN’T ABOUT BETTY, BUT A HINT ABOUT POLLY? If Polly really does have Dissociative Identity Disorder or another mental illness, she may have repressed the act of murder. Why would she have killed him? Maybe he decided he didn’t want to be around for her and their unborn babies, or decided they couldn’t run away, or tried (like Hal did to Alice) to force her to have an abortion. Then again, probably not. The details of the murder seem rather difficult for a pregnant woman to execute, let alone a teenager that lives with parents and is locked up in a creepy asylum.

F.P. Jones - N. Nope. Not him. Same thing with Hal, it’s a fakeout with the jacket and the Serpents. NO DOUBT HE’S GOING TO GET FRAMED FOR IT THOUGH

A. It’s too easy.

Kevin Keller - N. Probably not but Kevin’s been acting sort of shady and there have been weird cuts to him sometimes (though I thought that was more due to his hiding the fact he’s dating Joaquin). I don’t know. I hope it’s not him.

A. I can’t decide if finding the body rules him out or makes him more suspicious. I love Kevin so much. I don’t think he did it...and Joaquin better not hurt him!!!

Cheryl Blossom - N. I had ruled out Cheryl but girl was acting SHADY in episode 9. I think her grief is real but… you know she’s got her own issues to deal with. And she’s not dealing with them well.

A. She’s losing it, but I really don’t think she killed her twin.

Hermione - N: Same as Veronica. Even if Hiram was somehow involved and Hermione is ok with shady dealings on behalf of her husband I think straight up murder is where she’d cross the line.

A: If Hiram did put a hit out on Jason, this doesn’t mean Hermione didn’t know about it though...

Reggie Mantle - N. Nah. Probably not Reggie.

A. I really doubt this too.

Dilton Doiley - N. Probably not but Dilton could have snapped and gone FULL SURVIVAL mode on Jason.

A. Not convinced.

Chuck Clayton - N. Maybe some revenge thing having to do with football? I’m voting no on Chuck. ALTHOUGH HE WAS BEING SO SHADY WITH OUR SHADY GIRL ETHEL. Was he really just apologizing?

A. Chuck is a lot of things, but I don’t think murderer is one of them. Besides, his only motive would be to take Jason’s captain position, which I’m not convinced he’d have been in the running for anywho, unless...well, ya know...nepotism. ***Edit: After episode 11 I’m starting to get weird vibes about everyone’s favorite shady girl, Ethel, and Chuck. Are they working together? Was all of this a big con? What would the reason be for that anywho? I have no idea, but creepy Ethel creeping on the hot tub scene and then Chuck and Ethel consulting civilly during lunch does not bode well...

The Pussycats - N. I don’t think it was any of them.

A. Nah.

Grundy - N. We haven’t seen her since episode 4. She might have been crazy enough to do it but my gut says she’s gone for good (or until they bring her back for drama’s sake in season 2).

A. GRUNDY IS THE WORST!!! I don’t see why she would have any reason to kill Jason though.

Viable suspects (BECAUSE WE JUST DON’T KNOW)

Clifford Blossom - N. DUDE DID NOT FLINCH WHEN HE WAS SHOWN HIS SON’S BODY. We haven’t seen enough of him to really tell but he’s been less broken up about it than his wife and daughter. And the shame of having his heir/only son run away with a Cooper might have made him snap.

A. Cheryl really is the only Blossom who’s been genuinely upset. Both of the parents are sketchy. Both of them are super creepy to Archie, the surrogate Jason, which makes me wonder what they were like to the real Jason.

Penelope Blossom - N. Even if she didn’t pull the trigger, it’s highly possible she was complicit in the murder in some way. She’s creepy as hell.

A. She is one creepy lady. Did she caress Jason like she caresses Archie at the funeral? I put nothing past her.

Ethel Muggs - N. Ethel was SUPER shady in episode 3. She enjoyed Dark Betty and Chuck’s retribution a little too much. And as Jughead’s narration of how that whole situation would have darker rippling effects no one could have predicted, Ethel thanks B + V sweetly and Cheryl says #JusticeForEthel. Also… what was the conversation she was having with Chuck in Episode 11? (Also... that scene with Jughead. Was that supposed to come off kind of creepy and lovelorn? Was it just a nod to the comics or something more?)

A. Barb Ethel is definitely sketchy. If we hadn’t had the hospital scene, I would have thought her whole ‘parents fighting’ story was made up. Something is off about her….

Hiram Lodge - N. He has been pulling some sneaky shit behind the scenes all season. Maybe a pointed attack to the Blossom family that had been coming for a long time? (I FUCKING CALLED IT BEFORE EPISODE 9). I want to say it’s not him though because i think he’ll become the big bad antagonist of season 2.

A. He seems the most likely villain, but it’s just so easy. It’s too easy. For all we know, he’s wrongly behind bars and the real mastermind behind all of this has been Hermione all along...

Joaquin - N. We just don’t know enough about him to rule him out.

A. He’s kind of the Snek’s errand boy, but he also clearly has a sense of morality that seems like it might stop him from committing murder. Also, #DontHurtKevin.

Sheriff Keller - N. Everything could be a cover up.

A. He’s a terrible sheriff...

Mayor - N. It’s been mentioned before how hard it was for the mayor to get her position as an African American woman. Maybe it was a power play against the Blossoms?

A. Murder seems like bad politics, but then again, so does sexual assault and habitual lying...

Principal Weatherbee - N. Look we don’t have all the facts. It could be Weatherbee. It could not be. We just don’t know.

A. Definitely don’t know enough about him.

Pop - N. POP. HE HAS A FREEZER. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HE DOES IN HIS SPARE TIME. HE COULD HAVE GOTTEN INTO A DISPUTE WITH THE BLOSSOMS BECAUSE OF MAPLE SYRUP.

A This is it guys. This is my crack theory. Pop knows all the town gossip probably, because...they’re clearly the only restaurant in Riverdale. He also is the only one that we can confirm probably has a freezer large enough for a body. What is his motive? No idea, but he’s definitely the most unsuspected person in town.

#riverdale #riverdale theories #who killed jason blossom?#betty cooper #jughead jones #archie andrews #veronica lodge #jason blossom #cheryl blossom #i should tag ALL the characters but i won't

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itsworn · 7 years

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Telling the Tale of this Historic 1930 Ford Model A Roadster is Decades Overdue!

Bridesmaid.

Ever look at an old magazine and see a rod that piques your interest? You wonder, where is that machine now? Or why does that look familiar? About 14 years ago, Tom Cavoretto saw a photo of a rumble seat roadster for sale in the classified section of a magazine. When he called the number, he found it had been sold and was awaiting transportation to its new owner in Wisconsin. It was a golden opportunity missed because of some unfortunate timing.

Several months later, while he was reading a different magazine’s classified ads, the roadster popped up again for sale. Could this be the same car back on the market so quickly?

It only took one call and the all-steel, fully fendered roadster was soon on its way from Wisconsin back to California. Apparently, the buyer did not realize how snug the interior was. He did not fit behind the steering wheel, so he put the roadster back up for sale.

At this point, Cavoretto did not know that the car had any significant history, but in the back of his mind, he thought there was something special about the Model A roadster, despite the changes it had undergone over the years. It was clear the roadster had many features that made it unique.

In actuality, the roadster had a flamboyant past with plenty of notoriety, but it just didn’t stand out to hot rod journalists in the day. The roadster did appear a couple of times in HOT ROD, Rod & Custom, and other magazines, but always as a one-shot or prop in a feature shoot. As one of its owners, Tom Booth, admitted, “She was always as the lady in waiting, never the prom queen.” Her fame came from other places. Booth drove the living daylights out of her and drag raced her all over Southern California. He showed her at the Winternationals Car Show at the Great Western Exhibition Center in Los Angeles where he took home trophies every time. She even appeared on record covers and in TV shows.

The Model A was originally built as a hot rod in 1956 by Dwayne Lidtke, who worked for a Buick dealer as a mechanic, hence the Buick engine under the hood. Before he installed the V8, he boxed the frame to take away the Flexi-flyer feel.

That was just the beginning. He topped the brand-new 322ci Buick with an Offenhauser manifold with two four-barrel Carter WCFB carburetors and air cleaners. He also fabricated a set of custom headers, which must have been quite a task back in those days to plumb down and around the steering box. Lidtke also added a Vertex magneto and an aluminum Schneider flywheel. Backed up to this was a ’39 La Salle three-speed transmission and Ford Banjo rear axle to put power to the ground. It was all simple stuff but rugged enough for solid pounding on the streets of L.A. Lidtke drove the roadster every day until 1961, when he sold it to Tom Booth.

Booth was an 18-year-old California kid from Compton who was a snappy dresser and crazy about his new hot rod. He and his brother Bill raced the roadster at Lions Drag Strip, Bakersfield, and were known to run some of the odd street races at times. Unlike other competitors who trailered their cars to Lions, the brothers would drive the roaster to track, strip the exhaust down to the headers, tune it, and race in the A/Street Roadster class. Booth’s best e.t. was 13.53 at 112 mph, pretty darn quick for a street roadster running on pump gas and cheater slicks.

Booth updated and customized the roadster during his time with it. He had Ed Martinez perform his sewing machine magic, installing a perfect 411-pleat front seat and re-trimming the rest of the car as needed. The interior you see in the roadster today is that original Martinez upholstery, circa 1963.

Booth kept tinkering with the roadster, adding a steering sub-panel and instrument cluster, complete with a Sun tachometer. During this time, there were wheel changes and a faux rollbar made of chromed exhaust tubing.

The roadster became a style icon to those in the know. It first appeared in print in a fashion spread in HRM in September 1963. Soon after, it was selected for use on two different record covers. The first was for Sundazed Music and legendary rock drummer Hal Blain’s Deuces, T’s, Roadsters and Drums album. Booth’s roadster appeared with Dick Scritchfield’s red Deuce, Fred Steel’s white T-bucket, and Jim Tradeway’s yellow Model A. This album had tracks including “Big “T,” “Gear Change,” “Pop the Cute,” and “Gear Stripper.”

In 1964, the Booth roadster appeared on a second album, this time for the Tokens on their album, Let’s Go to the Drag Strip, which had such catchy hot rod tunes as “Little Hot Rod Suzie,” “Little Deuce Coupe,” “Shut Down,” “My Candy Apple Vette,” and “Drag City.”

It must have been an exciting time for young Tom Booth as the roadster was “hired” for Beau Bridges to drive in a 1964 episode of The Eleventh Hour TV series. Booth also drove the roadster in a German TV show about the youthful American hot rod culture.

Booth was soon invited to become a member of the L.A. Roadsters car club, a membership that became more of a lifestyle than just a car club. His brother Bill didn’t own a roadster, so with help from Jim Jacobs, they formed the Early Times car club in 1964, another SoCal club that is still going strong. Early Times was for hot rodders with sedans, two doors, and coupes, as the L.A. Roadsters only accepted roadster owners as members.

Booth recalls when he was accepted as a member, the meeting was at the Petersen Building on Sunset. After the meeting, they all went cruising around Hollywood and Wilshire. Two club members pulled out and blocked Sunset Boulevard, while the rest of the roadsters poured out of the car park and headed east. “I was so excited,” he says. “My heart was pounding when we pulled out into the street with 30 other roadsters. I was just 19, and it was great to be part of this club.”

The L.A. Roadsters made runs on weekends out into the high desert, with Tom McMullen leading. They went out there to shoot guns, visit old gold mines, and look for vintage tin. McMullen had property up in the Randsburg area, near Mojave. There were the remains of an old mine on his property, but they also found other gold mines to check out. These guys really did drive their hot rods anywhere, as some of the accompanying photos show.

On some weekends, the club members would meet at Four Corners garage (Now 395 & Barstow-Bakersfield Road). From here, they would do some drag racing on Twenty Mule Team Road. Back in the early 1960s, these roads were lightly traveled and straight as a ruler.

Sometimes they would tow the drag-prepped roadster, so they didn’t have to set it up. On one trip, Booth collided with Duane Kofoed’s ’32 roadster, half tearing the rear bumper off Booth’s roadster. What then? Well, they removed the bumper and buried it in the sand by a road sign so they didn’t have to carry it with them. On the way back, they stopped to dig it up and took it home for repair. The roadster’s bumper bracket still shows that repair.

Other weekends, the Booth brothers would set up the roadster for drag racing, hitch it to Tom’s Chevy Nomad, and head to Bakersfield. During these travels, Booth became buddies with McMullen; and at times when Booth was not racing, McMullen asked for the Model A to be the stylish push-car for his girlfriend’s Wild Rose Corvette drag car.

Tom Booth sold the roadster in the mid-1960s, and for the next 40 years it went through four or five owners.

When Tom Cavoretto acquired the roadster around 2002, he had a few issues, including how it rode. At some point it lost its classic quick-change, which had been replaced by a massive ’60 Oldsmobile rear axle with a set of 4.11 gears and coil springs. Says Cavoretto, “It was way too much rear axle for a car this size. Besides, it was way too heavy for a roadster that was never going to hit a dragstrip again.”

He had a complete Jaguar rear IRS available, so he and Dan Linberg designed and fabricated a subframe to suspend a complete four-coil suspension. The wheel department also saw a change in style from steelies with baby Moons to chromed Daytona wire wheels. “If I’d known it had been set up this way, I would have put a quick-change back in it,” says Cavoretto, “but at the time, I knew nothing of its history.”

A visit from a buddy to see his new purchase convinced him that he had a special car. Russ Waters looked it over and said, “I think I know this car!” He had recognized it from the old Tokens record cover, which he went home to find and came back to show Cavoretto.

This led Cavoretto to do a lot of asking around. He spoke with Bruce Meyer, Greg Sharp, and others, which led him to Jim Jacobs, who knew the car after looking at the photos. Through connections, soon enough Tom Cavoretto was talking with Tom Booth, and so the true story behind the black roaster was finally revealed. Cavoretto had rediscovered a classic 1960s roadster that really did have a story to tell. Along the way, he has met a whole new bunch of new friends and hot rod buddies, who have made the journey even more enjoyable.

Cavoretto has no interest in restoring the roadster. He says, “It still runs like a clock; it’s not a garage queen.” Tom and his wife, Renee, take it out for regular road adventures, and he relishes the sound of the eight carburetor throats gulping air as the back wheels put the horses to the ground.

For you techies: The ’30 Model A roadster has a boxed frame with a Jaguar IRS posi rear suspension but still retains a dropped axle and transverse springs up front with 19-inch Lincoln brakes. It runs 15-inch True-Spoke chrome wire wheels.

The powertrain is still headed by the ’56 Buick V8 topped with an Offenhauser manifold and a pair of Carter WCFB four-barrel carburetors. Behind it now is a four-speed Muncie transmission with a Hurst shifter.

It’s been a long and wild road to prom queen. Tom Cavoretto is a now good friends with Tom Booth, who has enjoyed seeing his old roadster in the hands of someone who truly appreciates its part in the great American hot rod adventure.

The “Bridesmaid” roadster, as it looks now under Tom Cavoretto’s ownership and back in the early 1960s when it belonged to a young Tom Booth. From outward appearances, apart from the wheels and tires and the lack of a front bumper, the roadster remains very much as it was built in the 1950s.

For some reason, editors at the hot rod magazines in the 1960s never saw fit to give Booth’s roadster a full feature, but it was used as a prop or background car in several stories, including this fashion spread from the Sept. 1963 HRM.

Booth’s roadster also appeared on two album covers, including this one for Hal Blaine and the Young Cougars. Booth’s roadster appeared beside Hal, with Dick Scritchfield’s red Deuce, Fred Steel’s white T-bucket, and Jim Tradeway’s yellow Model A.

When we ran a “More of the Same” story on Sam Conrad’s roadster in May ’15 (another car that never got the feature treatment in HRM), the Booth roadster was bridesmaid again, parked behind Sam and his car at Pismo Beach in 1966.

The Buick nailhead, its Offenhauser intake, dual Carter carbs, and pie pan air cleaners are a tight fit under the Model A’s hood. Cavoretto has redone all the linkage and fuel supply lines.

Speaking of tight fits, plumbing those headers around the motor could not have been an easy task.

The original dropped axle still supports the roadster. Note the front mounted shocks. Cavoretto still has the original front bumper but prefers this look for the roadster.

The E-type Jaguar rear suspension is hung off a custom subframe, but uses the original Jag axles and hubs.

The chromed rear bumper is all original and still looks good despite its altercation with Duane Kofoed’s roadster in the desert all those years ago.

Ed Martinez performed his sewing machine magic on the roadster, installing a perfect 411-pleat, black front seat and re-trimming the rest of the car as needed. The interior you see in these photos is that original Martinez upholstery, circa 1963.

The steering column, steering wheel, instruments, and wheels are all as original for 1963.

A Hurst shifter topped with an 8-ball selects the cogs for the “Munchie” four-speed.

It surely is a cute old roadster, with its tall top and 1970s-style chrome wire wheels. Tom Cavoretto was blown away when he discovered that he owned an iconic old rod!

Cruising with the L.A. Roadsters

The L.A. Roadsters Club was happy to go out to the high desert for a little weekend fun. Tom McMullen knew that the club could find overnight accommodation in the old motel up by the mine. Here we see club members getting ready to go out for some desert target practice early one morning. Tom McMullen is in his white coveralls, and Tom Booth is on the far left.

Out at the Yellow Aster mine site, club members would set up target practice and spend time searching around for vintage goodies. Here we see Walt Pierce in the ’29 Fred Steel roadster pickup leading the way out, with John Montaro’s blue phaeton behind, Booth’s roadster parked to the right, Jim Travis’s yellow Deuce left, and Dick Scritchfield’s red Deuce in the foreground.

On another trip to the high desert they stayed in yet another mine bunkhouse. Every trip always meant tinkering with one roadster or another. It was a great way for everyone to learn more about hot rods. Here we see Tom McMullen’s roadster with its wonderfully outlandish Ed Roth pinstriping across the trunk, Jim Tradeway’s yellow Model A, another yellow Deuce, and Booth’s roadster at the end of the lineup on the right.

On yet another weekend trip to the mine, we see some of the club roadsters lined up with McMullen’s roadster right up front, Fred Steel’s white T bucket, a red Deuce roadster and Booth’s at the far end again.

Tom McMullen was known for his firearms collection and love of anything that was explosive. Here were see him and Bill Booth ready for some target shooting. On the end of Tom’s rifle is his hat, which they had been throwing up in the air and using as a target. Apparently, Tom wanted to personalize his roadster-driving hat, so he tossed it in the air so he and Bill could add a few bullet holes!

Show and Go

The Booth roadster after a local car show in Compton in the early 1960s.

Here we see the roadster under tow on the Grapevine waiting for other club members before heading to the drags in Bakersfield. Tom and Bill would tune the car ahead of time so they didn’t have to do it at the track. They took off the exhaust, adjusted the carburetors and timing, and added the custom tonneau cover for these trips. Tom really did make it an event, even taking motorcycles along for some added fun in the pits. (See the two bikes stuffed into the back of the Nomad.)

Tom’s brother Bill and a friend with the roadster at his local gas station shop, where both Tom and Bill worked part-time in high school. Note the racks of whitewalls secured by a wire in the locker beside the roadster, and the casual bare feet of these So-Cal rodders!

In the nothing-is-ever-easy department, we see Tom on the right watching Bill Clearwater rebuild and re-jet one of his four-barrel Carter WCFB carburetors in the driveway in Compton. This garage was also the site of the original Early Times Car Club clubhouse.

Tom Booth was delighted with his First Place win at the 1962 Winternationals car show at the Great Western Exhibition Center in Los Angeles. First trophy!

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