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veronicassadboi · 5 years

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Jughead and Veronica accidentally doing a couples costume for halloween even though they aren't dating? (I'm addicted to angst and unresolved sexual tension lol)

Man, I loved this prompt, though I feel my writing was a little depthless because I try to stay under 2000 words (because if I don’t I start to waffle and I overcommit myself) but I could have gone on.

Note: I don’t know if anyone knows much about popeye these days. But I’m sure people have watched The Office so here we are.

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Veronica stands with flushed cheeks, hands resting on her hips where her black skirt starts but the waistband of it seems to feel like it’s tightening. She was annoyed. Her eyebrows knit in confusion and fuck Fangs, she thinks. Fuck him for putting her in this situation in the first place. She noticed Jughead from even before she hopped out of Fred’s old pickup. Archie didn’t even bat an eyelid but Betty laughed it off and said it was just a coincidence - a coincidence Veronica thought not. There was always an air of things going wrong in Riverdale that they all seemed to brush off as coincidences. Veronica thinks it’s nothing short of witchcraft sometimes.

At least Jughead wasn’t as true to character as she was, a smirk plays on her lips as she glares at him. He eyes her up and down while he leans against the front of Reggie’s house - Popeye smokes a pipe, she thinks to herself. Jughead has a cheap branded cigarette hanging from his lips while his cocky-casual stance irritates Veronica. But she adjusts the bust of her red shirt, then smooths her hands over the white collar - Olive Oyl may be pissed at the moment, but she looks good anyway and Veronica straightens herself out.

Her heels click along the concrete towards Jughead, taking a deep breath, she confronts him. “Why are you dressed like Popeye?”

“I’m not,” he replies through a drag of his cigarette.

“Yes you are!” she snaps, looking from his blue pants - not sailor style, he didn’t even make the effort. But the shirt… that was Fangs’. He was supposed to be the Popeye to her Olive Oyl. All he is now is the thorn to her side.

Jughead gives her a look of amusement, his cocky stance slackens a little when he notices Veronica’s hands on her hips again. “I’m Jim Halpert.”

Veronica scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. “What does that even mean?!”

“The Office, season 7? Jim dresses as Popeye.”

“Of course,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. The grin he gives her irritates her more. “That means nothing to me, you are Popeye and judging by the shirt that is oh-so obviously one I bought, you got it from Fangs.”

“Cheap purchase on my behalf, not that I expected to get a partner in crime along with it,” Jughead pulls down the oversized sailors hat on his head before taking a step closer to Veronica, brushing a stray hair from her eyes and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Veronica leans back, shock written all over her face and her cheeks creeping up hot. “I’ll have to thank Fangs later for ditching the outfit,” he murmurs. “Because now you’re dressed as my wife…”

Veronica’s torn between respecting Jughead’s absolute arrogance and feeling entirely pissed off at the situation. “I am not your wife!”

“You really need to watch The Office, Veronica. Pam dresses as Olive Oyl and she’s married to Jim.”

“This isn’t a ‘The Office’ matching costume, Jughead! And Olive is married to Popeye too!”

“So you admit we’re wearing matching outfits and we’re married?”

Veronica boils inside. Fuck Fangs Fogarty.

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“Popeye?” Cheryl says, sort of bitchy, a hell of a lot entertained.

But Toni’s eyes graze over Veronica and her righthanded smile shows that she finds the situation hilarious. “And Olive Oyl.”

“Pam and Jim Halpert,” Jughead answers with a beer in one hand and his other smoothing behind Veronica’s back, before she can move (or slap him) she’s pulled into his side.

Cheryl’s face screws up, giving Veronica an incredulous look. “Unless that means you’re some sort of homeless Naval officer, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Neither do I,” Veronica says, shimmying her way out of Jughead’s hands.

Toni and Jughead both giggle like teenaged girls behind their glasses and Poison Ivy for the third year in a row saunters away.

“I really didn’t think you’d turn up in matching costumes,” Toni says with a laugh. “It’s cute, I like it.”

“We’re not in matching costumes,” Veronica replies curtly. She notices the quick tense of Toni’s jaw and the sideways glance she gives Jughead but he brushes it off.

“The whole thing is way out of my comfort zone,” he shrugs. “Slasher films are more my thing but I’m here to support my wife.”

Veronica rolls her eyes again and sips on a beer that’s too warm and too bitter for her liking, and quite frankly, not getting her drunk enough to deal with one Jughead Jones.

Toni’s name is called through the crowd, Sweet Pea dressed as Groot was the best thing this party had to offer Veronica so far and she smiles to herself.

“If this isn’t a foreshadowing, I don’t know what is…” Jughead’s breath trails along her neck.

Sitting somewhere between a quickened heartbeat and rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time, Veronica takes another loud, obnoxious sip of her drink to get a rise out of Jughead, but it fails when he doesn’t even notice, his eyes fixed on hers. “Are you trying to hit on me, Jug?”

His head rolls back and his eyes close, biting his lip at the same time that Veronica focuses on too much. “Well blow me down!” he laughs.

Veronica smirks, shoving Jughead in the chest before grabbing his hands and pulling him back. “Stop with the sexual innuendos and trying to palm them off to me as Popeye quotes.”

“Strong to the finish ‘cause I eats my spinach.” He leans in close again, brushing his nose against her neck. “I’m doing no such thing, Princess…”

Veronica groans. They can’t do this, not again. And especially not at Reggies house. Late night coffees at Pop’s when she’s working have too frequently ended in late night deep and meaningfuls at his trailer. Dinners at Archie and Betty’s too often end up in Jughead crashing on top of her sheets at the Pembrooke. It was too much, and she knows it hurts him just as much as it hurts her when they end up leaving each other in the morning.

Veronica’s heart drops a little when Jughead’s hands leave her skin. She follows his eyes as they follow a werewolf that walks past. “I need another drink.”

She’s stopped in her tracks when he reaches out to her arm, pulling her back. “Hey, hey, hey,” he stalls. “Tonight…” there’s a sigh that sings disappointment that Veronica can hear loud and clear.

“Tonight?” she challenges, looking up to him. The silence echoes between them even though the room is full of screams and music. He’s so close she can trace the freckles on his skin and smell the chewing gum between his teeth.

“We’re…” he trails off again. “We’re not you and me. Jughead and Veronica.”

“Popeye and Olive Oyl.”

“Jim and Pam,” he corrects with a wink. “Tonight we’re not us and maybe we can do what we really want to do.”

“Which is?”

Jughead’s snigger is almost palpable, he looks her dead in the eye, searching for something, she can feel it. “Maybe we can allow ourselves one chance to feel what we want to feel?”

Veronica feels out of place in a house full of misfits. The werewolf growls in the background with a beer funnel in the air and surrounded by a group of witches, Captain America cheers him on, a sexy nurse hangs off his arm and even though they appeared to be Popeye and Olive Oyl, the feelings bouncing in between them were all explicitly them. The reason they ate down the feelings was because of the fact that they couldn’t control them, and there was only so many times they could have this exact same discussion on repeat. Being in love was one thing, finding the right timing was a completely different.

Jughead’s eyes hold a sorrow in them, but it matched the feeling in her soul. She holds hands with him, looking up but unable to decide between arguing with him, or falling in deep. “Am I going to regret this?”

Jughead’s smile lands on her lips, chapped, sweet, soft. She feels like she’s home, she feels like two weeks was worth the wait.

She feels like this isn’t going to end well.

Jughead’s belt buckle catches on her skirt as he moves closer to her, his hands smoothing up the back of her thighs when Veronica’s breath catches in her throat a little. “Do we really have the guts to do this here at Reggie’s house?” she asks with his tongue tracing her lower lip.

He chuckles deeply, moving a nervous hand to his head and pulling on the sailor hat as if it were his beanie. “No,” he says with a glimmer in his eye. “Let’s go back to the trailer and the slasher films.”

They walk to the front door hand in hand, stepping out into the cool air.

Jughead ignores people calling out to them, asking where they were going, when would they just get together already… Veronica ignores them too, but the questions thump in her head. He kicks the driver’s side door before it opens with a loud creak and she jumps in beside him, heart racing with excitement, mind running with what was going to happen in the morning.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asks in the silence of the truck.

Jughead looks to her. “Popeye’s tough, right?” he asks with a seriousness. “Eats his spinach, it gives him super strength… maybe if I try that, you’d give me a chance.”

Undertones of joking with overtones of seriousness, Veronica looks away. “Maybe I will…” she answers, watching him start up the truck.

He leans in quickly across the seat, giving Veronica another kiss on the cheek that makes her blush and smile. “Can’t you see that maybe you and I will be perfect together, Princess? I mean, we came in matching costumes without even knowing it… that’s definitely a sign.”

Veronica bites her own lip, running her hands up and down her thighs, the thought of being with Jughead with the tv running and his hands on her skin making her scattered, making her calm at the same time. “A sign if ever i’ve seen one,” she whispers.

Jughead’s smile lights up the night. “And later, I’ll make a trip to Pop’s for a chocolate shake.”

She gives a sigh of relief with her hand resting on his thigh instead, “Oh, my hero.”

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 6 years

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Heritage - Part 4

/Description: Steve Rogers wakes up in the 21st century to learn that he missed more than he could ever realize.

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Y/N [Platonic]; Bucky x Reader … eventually

Word Count: 2,388

Previously On...

Y/N stared at Nick Fury’s fake grave as she waited for the rest to arrive.

She was discharged from the hospital just a couple of days ago. There was still bruising on her face and she was told that the gunshot wound in her shoulder would leave a nasty scar, even with the super-soldier serum in her blood.

Y/N heard Steve and Sam walking up behind her.

“How you doing?” Sam asked as he looked at the bandages on her shoulder and the minor cuts that were still healing.

“I’ve had worse.” Y/N shrugged with a smirk.

But Steve didn’t seem as amused with her casualness as Sam was.

Before he could scold her or give a speech, Nick showed up. He’d lost the eye-patch and replaced it with sunglasses and a hoodie.

“We’ve been data mining Hydra’s files. Looks like a lot of rats didn’t go down with the ship.” Fury explained.

Y/N watched Steve’s face. She couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

“I’m headed to Europe tonight.” Nick continued. “Wanted to ask if you’d come.”

Y/N held her breath, truly not knowing how he would respond.

But Steve clenched his jaw, “There’s something I gotta do first.”

“How about you, Wilson? I could use a man with your abilities.”

But Sam was studying Steve. “I’m more of a soldier than a spy.”

Finally, Fury moved his attention to her. “Y/N?” It was the first time he’d called her by her first name.

Her eyes flickered to Steve’s before she shrugged and tilted her head dramatically. “I’ve decided that I don’t really believe in institutionalized heroics anymore. I don’t think I can trust working for anyone other than myself.”

“Not even me?” Fury badgered.

“It’s hard to trust someone who won’t ever fully trust you in return.” Y/N teased.

She swore she caught a slight smirk from Fury.

“Well, alright then.” He finished before shaking all of their hands.

It was then that Nat interrupted and Fury took his leave.

Y/N saw the folder in her hand and knew she had successfully found all the files on Bucky.

“Will you do me a favor?” Y/N overheard Nat asking Steve. “Call that nurse.”

Y/N’s body stiffened.

“She’s not a nurse.” Steve smirked.

“And you’re not a SHIELD agent.” Nat countered.

“What was her name again?”

Y/N cringed.

“Sharon.” Nat told him. “She’s nice.”

Y/N couldn’t help but let out a giant laugh. Sam looked at her funny. “Oh, this is going to be so hilarious.” Y/N told him as she failed to contain her laughter.

She watched as Nat said her goodbyes and surprisingly gave Steve a kiss on the cheek.

Steve turned around and narrowed his eyes at Y/N. “What’s so funny?”

“I have something to tell you.” Y/N laughed lightly. “I’ve would’ve said it sooner, but the whole Hydra still being alive and trying to destroy the world thing happened and I was a little preoccupied.”

Steve and Sam waited.

“Sharon is my cousin.” Y/N just blurted it out. There was really no other way. “Peggy is her great aunt.”

Sam, who had yet to meet Sharon or know anything about her, didn’t catch on.

“Did you know she was assigned to monitor me?” Steve asked.

“I didn’t even know she was in the states. Last time I heard from her, she claimed she was in London. But hey, she’s not blood related to you. So go for it.” Y/N giggled and shook her head at the ludicrousness of it all. “God, this family gets more and more ridiculous.”

Steve playfully glared at her.

But Y/N’s entertainment came to a quick halt when she caught the folder in Steve’s hand and was reminded of their other problems.

“You’re going after him, aren’t you.” She muttered softly.

“You two don’t have to come with me.” Steve looked at the ground as he said it.

Y/N had the audacity to scoff at him. Sam smirked at her reaction because he agreed.

“Sam already said it: you are soldiers, not spies. You need all the help you can get. You two aren’t trained for this; I am.” Y/N explained to the two men.

Steve put his hands on his hips. “You almost died, Y/N.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, so did you. So did all of us.”

“I told Peggy and Grant that I’d look after you. And what did I do? I almost got you killed.”

“Get over yourself, Steve.” Y/N snapped. It caused Sam to raise his eyebrows in surprise. “Even if you hadn’t been there, I would’ve risked my life to take down Hydra. I joined SHIELD for the same reasons you did. With you or not, I would’ve died protecting the world.”

Sam cleared his throat awkwardly. “She’s got a point…”

“I don’t have SHIELD anymore.” Y/N continued. “And to be honest, I think I need a break from taking orders.” But then her whole face softened. “I know what Bucky means to you, Steve. How could you ever expect me to let you do this alone?”

Steve gave her a sad smile. Sometimes he didn’t think he deserved Y/N. She was more than just his granddaughter, she was slowly becoming his best friend.

“So…” Sam stopped the silence. “When do we start?”

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ONE YEAR LATER

Y/N was blending in as she weaved through the crowd. Before joining SHIELD’s STRIKE team, she had mostly worked alone. Nat, Clint, and Fury had taught her everything she knew: working on recon, using sexpionage, and making quick work of highly sensitive missions . The strength and intelligence she inherited from Steve was such a small part of Y/N’s capabilities.

Her work had gained her connections all over the world, ones that were now supplying her, Steve, and Sam with the majority of their leads they got for finding Bucky.

She’d found another that brought her to Denmark.

Meanwhile, Sam was in Germany, following a different lead.

The Avengers had reassembled after Hydra came crawling back out of the darkness. Tony Stark realized there were bases all around the world and Loki’s scepter was in their possession. It caused such a panic that even Thor returned to Earth to help hunt it down. Therefore Steve had to step away from their hunt for Bucky.

Y/N wore a leather trench coat that made the passing men wonder if she had anything on underneath. Her walk was joined with a clicking of her pointed stiletto heels. Yes, her outfit helped her blend in. But her beauty and aura made her stick out to the opposite gender no matter what.

But it was all necessary for fitting in at the high-end bar where she was meeting an old friend. They had eyes all over the city. When Y/N informed her network that she was looking for the Winter Soldier, her friends responded.

Y/N’s eyes raced around the fancy bar, looking for her friend and also scoping out the new environment like she had been trained to do. There was mostly rich men, wearing suits and checking out women who were much too young for them.

“You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, Y/N.” Someone said behind her.

Y/N smirked and twisted to find her old friend, Noah. They had met when she was still in training as a teenager barely out of high school.

“And you haven’t changed a bit, Noah.”

He led them to a secluded booth in the corner of the bar. The lighting was low so it could obscure them slightly. The music was loud enough to stop others from eavesdropping. There was a reason he asked her to meet there.

Noah ordered them both a cocktail and as soon as he allowed Y/N a few sips, he slid a folder onto the table discreetly. Y/N kept her expression in check as she flipped it open to see various security photos from the area. Many were obscure, but she’d learned to recognize Bucky’s silhouette and movements.

He was always wearing a hat or had a hood up. But Y/N knew it was really him.

“These were taken a few days ago.” Noah explained. “But this one,” his finger tapped on the very first photo, “was taken only yesterday.”

Y/N tried not to get too excited. She’d been this close to Bucky before. But he always seemed to be at least half a step ahead of her. He knew he was being tracked and he also knew how to stay hidden. It wasn’t just Steve looking for him. Whatever was left of Hydra... They wanted their weapon back too. Countless governments were after him as well.

“Thank you, Noah. I owe you one.” Y/N finished the rest of her cocktail.

“Still all work and no play, I see.” Noah commented with a flirtatious smirk.

Y/N would’ve said something witty and sarcastic back, but she suddenly felt someone watching her. She kept her attention on it, but pretended to be engaged with Noah still.

“And you still won’t give it a rest.” She countered with a forced, flirtatious smile. “With a woman as beautiful as you? Never.”

Y/N leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek. “There is someone watching us, but they’re after me. Call your guards. I’ll lead them away.”

Noah pulled away with a tight smile, but she saw the newfound focus in his eyes.

“Always a pleasure, Noah.”

Y/N sauntered out of the bar and thought back on the map she’d memorized before meeting Noah. There was an alley system around the corner. If she was quick enough, she could lead them there and make her move.

While Y/N was wearing a trench coat to blend in, hidden underneath was half a dozen knives and two guns holstered to both of her upper thighs. And even with her stilettos, she could still do the same damage to whoever dared attack her.

Y/N could tell the person had followed them out of the bar and into the alleyways.

She made a quick turn and hid herself, waiting to hear their footsteps approach at the precise moment.

With a burst of adrenaline, Y/N shoved her follower against the opposite wall of the alley. They were wearing a baseball cap and had a hoodie pulled over it.

But they weren’t giving up that easily. They shoved her back and Y/N was caught off guard by how strong they were. With Steve’s serum in her genetics, Y/N was stronger than the average man.

With the flick of her wrist, Y/N extended the hidden knife under her sleeve. She whipped it across their chest, but they were quick in pulling back and dodging it. Except, Y/N was already going for her second swipe and managed to cut their cheekbone, barely missing their eye.

But then Y/N heard the whirring as they moved their arm and the streetlights reflected off the little bit of space between their sleeve and leather glove.

“Bucky?” Y/N gasped as she immediately stopped. He lifted his head high enough that light finally hit his face.

Bucky took advantage of Y/N’s momentary surrender and pushed her roughly against the wall. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how it wasn’t hard enough to hurt her.

“Who do you work for?” He growled.

“I - I don’t work for anyone.” Y/N was so caught off guard by him actually standing right there in front of her that she was struggling to form a sentence.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said surprisingly calm. “You work for SHIELD.”

Y/N glared at his assumption. “SHIELD is dead.”

“Then why have you been following me? You’re not Hydra.”

“Steve. Steve Rogers sent me. We’ve been looking for you. Ever since the Battle of Washington DC, we’ve been looking for you.”

Bucky finally let go of her.

“I don’t want to be found.” He mumbled.

“We can help you.” Y/N told him softly.

“No, you can’t.”

Suddenly there were sounds of people running towards them.

Bucky instantly turned and put himself between them and Y/N.

She blinked at the protectiveness of it. But she quickly snapped out of it and realized it was Noah and his men.

“On your knees!” They yelled at Bucky in Danish with their guns raised.

Y/N stepped in front of Bucky. “It’s okay! He’s a friend. Stand down.”

Upon seeing an unhurt and calm Y/N, Noah ordered his men to put their guns down. Y/N walked to him.

“You have to get out of town. Others have found out he’s here. They’ll come looking.” Noah informed her evenly.

Y/N nodded, knowing he was right.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N. I hope you know what you’ve got yourself into.” Noah told her gently before him and his men left the ally.

But when Y/N turned around, Bucky had disappeared.

She ran her fingers through her hair in distress, “Fuck.”

Little did she know, Bucky was watching her from the shadows. ------

The next morning, Y/n had the phone in her hand. She was ready to call Steve and tell him that she’d talked to Bucky.

So why was her thumb hovering over the call button?

She thought about how scared Bucky had looked. He wasn’t the Winter Soldier. The man could’ve killed her in an instant, but he didn’t. He also knew that she’d been tracking him around the world, yet hadn’t made himself known or tried to hurt her.

“I don’t want to be found.” He almost sounded desperate when he had said it.

Y/N put her phone away.

There was something in his eyes that made her realize she couldn’t go against the man’s wishes.

Yes, Steve wanted Bucky back... wanted to help him. But Y/N had been so preoccupied with finding him that she never even imagined Steve could be someone he was running from as well.

Y/N decided then and there she would follow Bucky until he let her help him. She wouldn’t tell Steve where he was until Bucky wanted it. The man had already been through enough. It was the least she could do for him.

Part Five

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