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studentinpursuitofclouds · 5 months

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Hello, I see the asks are open! Here is some of this cake I got after killing a slime in the skull cavern: 🍰 just ignore the purple slime on it, I'm sure it's fine. lol. Definitely not a bribe. Anyway.

I made a character recently who adopted a child. Could I ask for some headcannons for how the characters react to the farmer tearing up after their adopted child casually calls them dad/mom for the first time.

For context, their adoption was from before they moved to stardew valley but is still pretty recent and the child has a few abandonment issues so it's a pretty big deal. If it's ok, could I ask for the expanded characters as well?

*Chewing cake* Oh, I thought that purple thing was plum jam. Hmm... *Still chewing the cake* Delicious 😋 Thank you! So, about the question...

I'm not sure, dear anon, exactly which characters you meant, so I did the bachelors/ettes, also added the ones from SVE as well. Thanks for the question! Enjoy!

Hedcanons is written on a situation where the characters know for the situation of the Farmer and their child, that they had adopted the kid before coming to the Valley, and that the child had a sense of abandonment.

SDV/SVE bachelors:

Shane understands more than anyone how much a tsunami of emotions can knock you down at times like this. The day he put Jas to bed and she sleepily called him "Dad" he'll never forget. The girl had already forgotten it, but Shane remembered it forever.

A feeling of abandonment... When Alex's abusive father left him alone with his mother, and later she passed away... It took athlete a long time to shake off the feeling of being unwanted. It's a blessing that he still has his grandparents, and that this child has a loving parent, Farmer.

If you see a little river coming out of nowhere near your feet, just know it's all Elliott's tears. The writer was so touched by the event, its like as if it was his own child calling him father. Elliott doesn't want to get involved right now, but he will congratulate Farmer later.

Sebastian, without noticing it himself, smiled broadly as the crying Farmer hugged their adopted child. Even though he doesn't fully realize how important this is to Farmer, he's genuinely happy for them.

Sam, who in the absence of his father has become not only Vincent's best big brother but now part father figure, truly understands Farmer, even if their situations are a bit different. Every child should have a family and Sammy is glad that this kid have the Farmer in their life.

Humanity is capable of incredible cruelty, but also great compassion and kindness. And Harvey's glasses get a little wet when he witnesses true kindness. He can't put into words how happy he is for this kid and how proud he is of Farmer.

Victor would definitely need a whole box of tissues, maybe two. The fact that the Farmer's foster child could finally feel like a member of the family touched Victor so much that he cried quietly.

The sight of a crying Farmer hugging their kid makes Magnus both smile and feel unbearably sad at the same time. What it's like when a child calls you dad, alas, Magnus will probably never know.

Lance's heart filled with joy when abandoned children found a family again. The adventurer, however, took it upon himself to scold the Farmer if they risked their lives for no good reason, where a child might be left without a family again.

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

Penny had to cover her face with her hands, for her face was already a little swollen and red from the endless flow of tears. How happy Penny is for them! The girl wishes all the best for this family.

No child should ever feel abandoned, and Leah is very proud of Farmer that even though they were young, they were able to be a great parent to a child. It's not something everyone can do.

As much as Abigail tried to hide her tears, she failed. And you know what? She doesn't care! Even a man with a stone for a heart would shed a tear. The little one deserves a home and a loving family. Hell yeah, Farmer, good job!

Oh, how happy Emily is for them, how happy she is! Happy people and acts of kindness will always overwhelm her with positive emotions. Especially after all the troubles the kid has been through, she is glad child found people who love and care for them.

"Awww" Maru couldn't help gasp in tenderness, and can you blame her when her friend and their child are so happy? She would congratulate Farmer later, she didn't want to distract them right now.

As Haley was about to take a picture of the happy family to give to them later, she stopped herself at the last moment. It seemed to her that it was too personal to take a picture without asking. So Haley would only observe this beautiful scene. Ugh, her tears made her mascara run....

Sophia is about to cry herself to tears. Such a touching moment, she just can't hold back her tears at the sight of her crying friend and how much a child's words mean to Farmer.

Coming out of Jojamart for a break, Claire happened to witness this moment when she saw Farmer standing in the park in the spot where the cashier usually rested. They were crying and cuddling their child. She was very happy for both of them, and decided to rest elsewhere, not wanting to disturb the parent and their kid.

The happy child and their wonderful parent are sure to be the first gossip Olivia tells her friends. Running a farm and giving a family to an adopted kid is a lot of work and a lot of responsibility, and the woman is genuinely happy for the child and proud of Farmer.

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megistusdiary · 2 years

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girl i am obsessed w the way you write kaeya you are feeding my brainrot god bless you 🙏🙏

if you don’t mind me requesting another (*evil laughter*) may i ask for one where reader’s s/o breaks up with them so they go to kaeya for comfort since they’ve been best friends since their childhood. little did reader know kaeya has had feelings for them for awhile (and reader felt the same way just didn’t want to admit). idk what to add for the rest because it’s late and my brain is fried but one of them makes a move (prob wld be kaeya tbh, i see him saying something like “lemme show you what he couldn’t do”) on the other and they end up hooking up (i’m awful at explaining stuff i’m sorry if it’s confusing 😭)

fem reader btw, also can you maybe make it kinda soft :,) - 🔮 :D

hi 🔮 anon!! sorry it took me a bit to get to your ask ;w; also im so glad you enjoy my writing that's literally my whole goal. also absolutely love this idea tysm ♡ this is super long so 💀

warnings: dom!kaeya and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

oral (f!receiving), kaeya calls reader 'sweetheart, angel, pretty girl,' soft/sweet tbh, consent!, overstim, cussing

kaeya's arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you to his chest. your face was buried in his shoulder, tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt.

he gently smoothed his hand down your back, coaxing you to relax as he listened to you mumble about your ex. he frowned as he felt you shake in his grasp, complaining that all you wanted was 'to be happy.'

"hey, look at me, sweetheart." kaeya moved one of his hands to your cheek. you lifted your head, allowing him to wipe away the tears with his thumb. "they were an asshole anyways. you deserved better." kaeya commented as you smiled a bit. "there's that pretty smile. come on, you've gotta admit it. were you ever actually happy in your relationship?"

his question made you freeze. your lips opened to speak, but nothing came out. was he...right? you couldn't think of any specific times you genuinely felt loved. you really just chose them to be a placeholder for-

no, no. absolutely not. kaeya is off the table. he's been your best friend since you were kids. as if that wattpad shit would ever happen in real life.

kaeya took your silence as the answer he was looking for, humming and leaning his head back against the wall. he could tell you were unhappy, and it pained him to see you this way. in fact, all he really wanted to do was ask you out himself. he knew everything you liked, your favorite colors, the music you enjoyed, your little nervous habits, the-

"kaeya?" your voice shook him from his thoughts as he turned to look back at you. and by the archons, you looked so cute on his lap. your face was still puffy from crying, but the tears had stopped spilling.

"yeah?" he asked, trying to focus on anything but the way you leaned on his chest.

you took a sharp breath when you noticed how close you were to him. your noses could touch if you leaned in any further. it made your face feel warm when he did lean in, eyes going wide.

"just say it, pretty girl. i won't judge you for-"

"you were right, okay? i wasn't happy with my ex. they were just someone i got with because i wanted a temporary distraction from my-" you stopped as kaeya's uncovered eye widened.

wasting no time, he sat up, catching you when you almost fell off the couch. "is this a confession?"

your mouth went dry, and no words came out as you stuttered. "uh- well, i-only if you want it to be?"

"are you kidding? sweetheart, i've liked you since we were kids." kaeya grinned as you hid your face back in his shoulder.

"say you're serious." your voice was muffled by his jacket as he pulled you back, putting his fingers under your chin to hold your gaze.

"i'm dead serious. i thought you knew. figured you were getting with people because you wanted some quick satisfaction." he offered as you scoffed, a smirk growing on your face.

"as if. none of my exes have done anything that good anyways." you laughed, missing the way kaeya's hands slid to your waist.

"so, you're telling me, they never made you feel good?" he questioned you. it was an honest question, and you already knew the answer.

"not really." you admitted sheepishly. "usually i would just go home and, y'know." your breath grew shaky when he leaned in, his lips grazing your ear.

"what did you think about when you went home?" he asked you quietly.

"you." it was a shamefully quick response that had you covering your mouth. it only seemed to fuel kaeya as he leaned back to laugh. "kaeya, don't-"

"how would you like to try the real deal, hm? allow me to show you what your exes couldn't do in their dreams." he whispered, feeling your thighs shift closer to one another on his lap.

"if you want to-"

"no." kaeya pulled back, looking you in the eyes. "this is about you. do you want me to?"

"yes-" you answered, quickly following it with a "please."

kaeya pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours. he was much more gentle than you expected, treating you like a porcelain doll as he cupped your face with one palm.

he slowly moved back, trying to ignore your whines as he helped you up off the couch. "we're not doing this here, come on." he tugged you towards his bedroom, nudging the door closed behind you.

he allowed you to sit on his bed, feeling the fluffy blankets and getting a good look at his belongings. the cavalry captain stood in front of you, shrugging off his jacket as you leaned back with a small smile.

"what's this? a striptease?" you joked as he chuckled, continuing to unbutton his shirt. once he finished removing his gloves, he leaned over you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck.

his hands traced shapes around your shirt collar, looking up at you. "can i take this off?" you nodded eagerly, adjusting your body to help him remove the clothing as he flung it to land by his jacket.

he continued slowly stripping you until you found yourself in just your undergarments underneath him. you shyly covered yourself, feeling kaeya move your hands away and pin them to the bed.

"don't be shy now, angel. you're beautiful, you know that?" his words made your face feel warm as you averted your gaze to the ceiling.

you heard him chuckle before he slowly moved down your body, trailing kisses and tickling you with his fingertips. you shifted around, trying to get a good view as he stopped between your thighs.

he kneeled before you, eyes trained on your panties as he hummed, dancing his fingers along the band. "cute, though i think they'd look better on my floor." he looked up at you as you nodded, embarrassed as he slowly peeled the fabric off of you.

it was too late to feel shy now as kaeya spread your legs open, staying level with your pussy as you whined at him. "kaeya-"

"patience is a virtue, sweetheart." he reminded you, watching you lean back against the bed, fighting the urge to sit up. he pulled your thighs to rest on his shoulders, pressing his lips to your clit.

you let out a soft gasp at the sensation, hips jumping when he licked a few stripes on your clit. your hands took purchase in his hair, biting your lip when he sucked your clit lightly.

"shit- kaeya-" you moaned, embarrassment thrown out the window as you moved your hips against his face.

kaeya thought you were absolutely adorable like this. naked on his bed. with his lips around your clit. calling out his name. tugging his hair. crying out for him.

it felt like a dream come true. he had thought about treating you right for years, taking you out on a date himself, showing you all the things a proper man would do.

he also, of course, fantasized about you on his bed. and in the kitchen. and on the couch...

you tugged at his hair, pulling him back to reality as he trailed his tongue to circle your hole. you felt like you were on fire, pure pleasure coursing through your veins as you writhed on his blankets.

"you're close already, pretty girl? we just started." he smirked, ego being stroked at the sight of you already squirming and shaking.

"please, please, please." you begged him, feeling the buildup of your high approaching rapidly.

"hm...well i guess if you wanna come that badly. but don't say i didn't warn you." kaeya mumbled against your pussy, hastening the movements of his tongue.

you cries grew louder, and he held you down against the bed while he ate you out like a starved man. "oh- fuck!" you gasped, arching up against his firm grip.

he continued to lick over your clit, playing with the bud through your orgasm as you shivered. you relaxed into the bed, but slowly grew uncomfortable as kaeya continued.

"kaeya, i just came- hold on."

"oh, but i thought you wanted to come so bad? 'please, please, please' right?" kaeya grinned, staring up at you as he sucked on your clit. your hips jumped as you were thrown into overstimulation. "i'll have you screaming my name, angel."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin kaeya #genshin kaeya smut #kaeya smut #kaeya x reader #🔮─𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯⋆·˚ ༘#✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚#💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚

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bonesandthebees · 10 months

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SHAKES UR HAND PRISMO !!!

together we can convince the bee tumblr community to become as obsessed with it as us

ALSO DAMNNN DEDICATED /POS

on a side note-

hold up

on a side side note: i get so distracted in these asks bee omfg im so sorry, i feel like my high energy can get too much sometimes KFDSJKDF pls let me know if u need me to turn it down a notch, i just get excited whenever i talk about fics soo aksdfjkSKJDF

anyways on the original side note: talking about the bee tumblr community just made me think about it, it really does feel like a sort of family <3 i love seeing all the random updates from the different anons here and getting to connect to you and to each other, it feels much more wholesome and secure than places like twt LMFAOO but idk it's just nice <3

i had tumblr for awhile but i never used it until i started reading the asks here, and it took me awhile to join in bc i felt intimidated skfdkjsd which is ironic bc yknow i could always go anon? but idk it just felt like everyone had their groove going and i didn't want to intrude, but i joined and i never felt that way

anyways oops this got long (as it always does kjfsdkj), but i just wanted to say that i appreciate you bee <3 for letting us anons n non anons ramble in ur ask box and analyze ur fics and/or just straight up scream noncoherent things

this has been a bright spot in my life lately and it's really special to me <333 and ur genuinely like . one of the kindest authors i've met, but you also have such a good sense of your boundaries n stuff, i admire you really. ur super cool

and also to all the other sillies in bee's asks, i appreciate u guys too <3 ur all super cool people, and i love hearing what you have to say :)) it's genuinely really nice and comforting to be a part of this community <33

lol no you're fine icy!! while it can be a Lot it always makes me laugh whenever I post a chapter of something that has sandduo in it and my inbox just fills with you screaming. it makes me so happy to know how excited my fics make you and the others though so :D

the thing you said about the tumblr community we have here is so sweet though and it's more right than I think even I realized initially. it's really nice when I see regular askers/anons pop up in my inbox and get to catch up on tiny parts of your lives and then in turn you guys talk to each other—it's just so sweet y'know? the thing I really love about having such an active inbox especially with asks about my fics is that it's a lot easier for me to respond to tumblr asks than ao3 comments. I rarely reply to ao3 comments because it's really just overwhelming and then I'm like "well if I respond to one person I feel bad about not responding to everyone else" but sometimes I just don't know what to say or there's just too many comments y'know? I LOVE my ao3 comments they mean so much to me but it's really nice to have people come into my inbox here to tell me their thoughts on my chapters bc it gives me a chance to reply with my own thoughts in a way that feels a lot more like a discussion I guess

so yeah. thank you guys for coming into my inbox to give me your thoughts it seriously makes me so happy and is definitely part of the reason why I have so much motivation to post so much.

also I'm really glad you decided to start popping in here one day icy you're very fun to have around :)

one thing I've always been very aware of since getting 'big' in this fandom is how to maintain things like boundaries while still connecting with the community and my readers specifically. because I wanna talk to you guys and I love interacting with you and all that, but also sometimes people in fandom who get 'big' can be a bit strange to others or get way too involved with discourse and just stir the pot and to each their own do fandom how you want but I don't wanna do that y'know. I'm here to have a good time and I want this little community we've built to also just be a nice, welcoming place for everyone

thank you for this icy it really made me smile to read <3

#ask #icyfox17

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somehowmags · 9 months

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absolutely!! im a die hard vil stan who likes to break his character down so i can definitely see why people dislike him, but sometimes i get the impression that people who dislike him, dislike him for the wrong reasons. people tend to harp on vil for his strictness, but i don't often see people criticize riddle for the same thing when it's arguably one of the focal points of riddle's character and his ob. while vil's control over epel did create some discrepancies during the vdc, he learned to ease off epel and be more open towards epel's achievements. so yes, there was fault in vil's actions and epel's anger is very much justifiable, but i don't think it should be viewed just through the lens of the initial problem when both characters realize things later on and the characters morality in this game are often more complex. not to mention, people tend to overlook the fact that epel eventually becomes determined to follow in vil's form of strength and charisma as his protégé, so it's not like he's continously being used by vil as a conduit to live through. also, people tend to sympathize with leona more over vil when their core struggles have many similarities (never being able to just be no. 1 no matter what they do. leona and vil are constantly being overshadowed by others because of something utterly and completely out of their control; leona is a higher ranking member in society compared to vil too, so it wouldn't be hard to understand that vil wants to just win when they understand leona so badly wants to be king) and it just saddens me to see how much they overlook vil for the same thing they love others for because vil is such a beautiful, tragic, and inspiring character.?? for a gacha game, i learned quite a lot about resilience and effort from him; it even gave me an incentive to monitor my health better. like i can relate to the notion of just-- no matter how hard you work, no matter how talented you are, no matter how objectively better you are in every single way, it will never be a guarantee for your dreams in a world that so easily squanders it AND ITS MAKES ME INSANE!!!! I WANT TO BE HIM, I AM HIM, I WANT HIM, I WANT HIM TO EXPLODE, VIL MAKES ME MENTALLY ILL!!!!! like yea you're deranged about him and i am too and i am so glad because vil fans who are balls 2 tha walls about him are lowk hard to find

- same anon raving about vil from before

yessss this is so so true i am shaking ur hand so much rn...epel and vil's relationship develops in a really fun way the moment where epel like, Gets what vil is trying to tell him in book 5 after vil promotes the apple juice is one of my favorites in the whole game! and epel trying to be more like vil and trying to get him to tell him more about himself in book 6 is soooooooo! their relationship is so good. vil really genuinely wants epel to succeed, theyre just not good at communicating with each other at first and people tend to take that as the end all be all of their relationship

but honestly bold of you to assume that people understand leona LMAO i have seen. some takes. i would honestly say more people sympathize with vil over leona but ive already hit my quota on discussing fandom racism for the month so that will have to be a post for another time ANYWAYS him and vil really are similar...that's why theyre so divorced lol recognition of the self through the other (derogatory). but theyre also really good leaders in their own right, like now that i'm reading portfest for the first time im really impressed at how leona handled jack's situation! (rook was like "i can see im not getting through to you maybe you should talk to someone you respect" and i was like omg is it gonna be leona. and then it cut to the greenhouse and i was like YESSSSS YESSSSSSSSSS!!!! ruggie and jack imagining leona's reactions to their concert was also super cute. i love the savanaclaw guys' relationships sm lmao) akjsddfhlaksdhfh riddle and vil are also super similar true, i think people just excuse riddle more since we've had more time to see him develop and his overblot was less extreme than. everyone elses lmao

in conclusion ive GOTTA put this guy through the pasta machine

#asks #SORRY THIS WAS LONG AGAIN. I HAVE MANY THINGS TO SAY #vil stans unite #twst #vil schoenheit

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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hello and hi! it’s me the sleepy/tired annon again (gonna be honest i didn’t expect to find the urge/want to send another ask as to not be a bother, but alas here i am)

i have to say that cough syrup has an unfortunate iron grip on my brain! or maybe a fortunate one, i could always use things to think about! however i have two weeks of finals and eocs and all assorted tests awaiting me so maybe i shouldn’t have filled my brain right before then but oh well!!!! i’m here now and i’m having a blast

i swear reading it has felt like a reeeeally good dream or something which is probably because i spent a whole night and day dedicated to it.

and my brain will now forever associate cough syrup with the fic so yay! ye

i just keep thinking and stuff and how one of these chapters the bubble will pop… like cs!ranboo is gonna have to talk about things and a whole lotta truth is gonna have to be thrown around. but i know that it’s gonna have to probably get worse before that point is reached.

but i’m also thinking about how i can’t wait for more cs!beeduo moments of any variety because i’m jus brain dead and they are my new blorbos and every time they interact i cry (internally)

and i’m just so hyped and i know there isn’t much here about like coherent thoughts on characters or plot lines but i’m bad with words like that so you get incoherent screaming instead.

look i used to be the bomb dot com in english class but now my brain is so full of fog i just giggle and go “ha the characters are charactering”

however i am going to try and draw some scene from the fic soon me thinks, i just need to decide which one and also make a crap ton of doodles to make coherent character designs.

i’m also hyped for the next chapter, whatever it may be! i’m also thinking i’m going to read your 30 days smp fic soon i just should probably process cough syrup and finish testing first

yea!

i’m also thinking of rereading and taking notes on some things that i like and stuff (which i usually do with fics i really like) ya know, trying to keep the english skills alive here and actually process the story beyond rushed reading and stuff.

your writing is just super good it’s like the kind where i’m reading and my brain completely forgets everything around me and i look up like what in the world this is a story??? in my phone??? huh???? yea it’s amazing

anyway have a good day! maybe i’ll be back to scream after the next update or somethin! and good luck on whatever tests you have coming up! (i hope that doesn’t sound weird i just remember seeing a post from ya mentioning that you have a test or something) ye!

SLEEPY TIRED ANON MY FRIEND! never worry about being a bother i literally love asks so much holy shit i am always here if u wanna chat :D

HELP SHAKING UR HAND cough syrup cannot be what my brain is fixating on when i have like six exams coming up yet here we are. i'm genuinely so so glad u like it though :D hopefully its uhhh more convenient to enjoy in the summer LMFAO (which will be when the big plot stuff moreso happens >:3c)

YEAHHHHHHH eventually cs!ranboo is going to reach his breaking point and MAN i hope i can execute that the way i want to because i have so many plans and i like. i want to make sure i nail the reveal very well. hope that i do a good job with everything :]

never worry, u will be seeing some cs!beeduo... soon! very soon in fact :D

"look i used to be the bomb dot com in english class but now my brain is so full of fog i just giggle and go “ha the characters are charactering”" this might be the funniest fucking sentence ive ever read i was not expecting this it got a loud laugh out of me JKFSHDHDSF

oh yeah no rush with the 30 day fic, lungs has a lot less frequent of an update schedule and i've gathered that it's a lot more bearable to stay caught up with since it's fairly shorter as well, at least right now. so yeah absolutely if u want to check that out (which btw !!!!! thank U :D) then you can hold off. im... actually postpoining POSTING a chapter cos of exams LMFAO so like. so so fairs of u

OH MY GOD IF U DRAW ART ILL CRY /POS if u need like my character references doc i can! rb it yeah :D but yes yes yes i would love that but also 0 pressrue! and no worires about coherency these asks mean the world to me already so like no worries about needing to be More coherent or anything, just whatever u want :D

doesn't sound weird at all, i actually really appreciate the well wishes!!! thank you SO much for your kindness :D excited to see u maybe on tuesday >:3c

#nightmare.ask #nightmare.cough-syrup #nightmare.fave #sleepy anon ☁️#long post

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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hi nat it's the avdol anon again 😳 i noticed that ur requests were open and uh... you might know why i'm here. feel free to take this in any direction u want but i was wondering if afab reader could get a tarot/palm line reading by avdol which foreshadows their quickly budding romance. this is just an idea but i think it's cute! tysm for reading <3

prediction - avdol x reader (2k)

warnings: none! neutral reader, neutral pronouns. sfw.

It is your third time stepping foot in Muhammad Avdol’s little fortune-telling shop, and your heart is beating faster and more nervously than it ever has before. The first time, you had come with a friend who had not stopped chattering on about how they’d heard that this man was the real deal, they had friends who he’d been able to tell the life story of from just a glance at a tarot card spread. You had been sceptical but humoured them, agreeing to come with them to get a glimpse of this mysterious character who would so easily be able to read one’s past. It would have been dangerous, you reassure yourself, to send your friend alone to a strange new place.

Avdol himself had looked at you and smiled and you had been hit by how warm he was. You’d assumed he’d look like a charlatan, a snake-oil salesman – but his hands had seemed genuine as he’d shook yours, his thumb warm as it brushed your wrist, a curious expression on his handsome face before he’d turned to your friend.

His shop smelt like burning incense, draped in rich warm shades of red and ochre, comforting as he poured you both a cup of tea. If he’d been perturbed that your friend had brought with them an audience, he did not show it; merely motioned for the two of you to sit as he shuffled a well-worn pack of tarot cards.

You had expected the same vague kind of allusions as you’d heard so many people make before – broad statements that, if thought about, could be connected to anything in one’s life if the listener was desperate to do so. You’d expected his dark eyes to be sharp as he searched your friend for weakness, as he picked up on various little tremors of their face and voice and twisted them into something like cleverness.

But his voice had been unwavering and calm as he’d said names straight off the bat, as he’d confidently recounted incidents in their life in not quite elaborate detail, but in enough detail for you and your friend both to understand that he was the real deal. As he’d predicted moments in the future, his brow furrowing as he gave advice as to paths that should be taken carefully and paths that should be embarked upon with wild fervour and excitement.

He’d taken their money with a small smile, before he’d turned to you and said;

“And you?”

The thought of your future spelt out by him suddenly seemed terrifying. You had shaken your head, backing away – and he had given you that curious look again, like he saw something inside of you that you’d never noticed yourself.

“Maybe next time I see you,” he’d said, and you’d followed your friend out of the room with a dizziness that you couldn’t quite explain.

He had not said ‘if I see you’. In Muhammad Avdol’s mind, the two of you meeting again was a fated occurrence. You had told yourself that you would not allow that to happen, to afraid of all of the things that could happen to you and hadn’t yet.

Of course, you go back. Your friend is desperate to see him again, after some advice that he gave them leads to a promotion at work. They want to thank him, and ask him advice for an upcoming business trip that will take them out of Egypt for six months – when you hesitantly shake your head and bite your lip, they pout at you.

“Please?” They wheedle. “I won’t see you again for half a year, this is our chance to do something together before I leave--”

And because you love your friends, you agree, and you step foot in the comforting, homely little fortune-telling shop for the second time in your life.

Avdol does not look up from the table.

“I already poured you tea,” he says. “Please, take a seat.”

Something about the atmosphere of the shop is at once terrifying and comforting to you; like a place you’ve been a hundred times in your dreams. Your fingers trace the delicate gold embroidery of the table cloth as Avdol listens to your friend’s ardent thanks. It’s pretty; constellations on dark midnight blue velvet.

“Do you like it?” You’re snapped from the daydream by Avdol. He’s looking at you, his face unreadable. “I made it myself.”

“Oh,” you say, heat rushing to your face. “Y-yes. It’s beautiful. So delicate. It must have taken a long time--”

“I like projects,” he says to you. “Small work you have to take your time over. It’s satisfying to see it turn into something beautiful at the end.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at you. “Watch out for your own constellation, habibi.”

You don’t know what he means, but your friend is tugging you out of the door before the two of you outstay your welcome, chattering on about all of the advice that Avdol has given them about making the most of their six months in a foreign country. When you round the corner and Avdol’s little shop is no longer in sight, she gives you an elbow to the ribs.

“I think he likes you,” she says, and you go all over hot and bothered at the thought of it. There’s something about him that frays at the edges of your consciousness – you have never felt quite so safely ensconced in anything as you feel within the warm incense-laden air of his rooms. But him liking you is ridiculous. And you don’t believe in anything so nebulous as fortune-telling.

You do some spring cleaning that weekend. In the very corner of your wardrobe, almost falling into a gap between the floor of it and the chipboard of the back, is a necklace that your mother gave you for your eighteenth birthday. It’s not precious; it was a silly little gift picked up for pennies in a market to go inside your birthday card, cheap metal. It’s a representation of the constellation you were born under.

Your heart beats too fast in your chest as you put it on.

And that’s the series of events that leads you to be stepping foot in Muhammad Avdol’s fortune telling shop ten minutes before he’s due to close. The lights are already off, but Avdol is sat by his table with a book in his hand and looks up as the bell over his front door rings, a smile splitting his face.

“I was expecting you earlier,” he says. Your hands fly up to the necklace, twisting it between thumb and forefinger. “Ah. I’m glad you heeded the warning.”

“How did you know?” You ask him, your throat dry as you take the seat that he points to opposite him. There is already a steaming teacup in front of it; you know it will be steeped exactly how you like it, will have two spoonfuls of sugar in it, will be your favourite blend. Avdol has seemed to know that since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“The universe works in whatever way it wills,” he shrugs, taking a sip of his own tea. The teacup he has put in front of you is patterned with your favourite flower. “You wanted me to read your palm, didn’t you?”

You nod. You do not ask him how he knows what you came here for. Too many coincidences have lead you to this point, and with Avdol so close to you and you finally alone with him you are beginning to wonder if your scepticism has been misplaced. He holds his hand out over the finely embroidered velvet cloth – you realise that your own birth constellation is exactly beneath it.

Up close, he’s so handsome you can barely breathe. Dark-haired and dark-eyed, his skin reflecting the flickering candlelight beautifully. His hands are warm and dry; well-kept, as you place your own in it palm-up.

“You’re soft,” he says – which is not the most professional thing for him to say, you don’t think, but your breath catches in your throat anyway. “Let me see.”

He gently traces your life line. He murmurs something about your family, about your past, about your driving force and your career – all of it true, all of it right. His finger dances over it as he tells you to be wary of people offering you chances that are too good to be true.

Head line. Fate line. His fingers are so warm, he holds you so gently – you imagine what he would feel like holding your hand as a lover and chastise yourself in your head. Everything he says to you about your past is true. Everything he says about your personality, about how you value certain things and about how you are feeling right at that very moment is true. You can barely breathe as his index finger brushes along your heart line.

“Ah,” he murmurs, soft. He coughs. You swear you see his cheeks change colour, just a little, but you don’t know how to react to it. “This is interesting.”

“I-is that a good thing?” You ask him, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Perhaps,” he says. There’s a rigidity to him that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“What . . . what does it say?” You ask. “What does it mean? Am I going to meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger?”

“Not a stranger,” he says. He swallows, and for the first time you see Avdol looking a little nervous. “And I think perhaps it would be remiss for someone like me to call him handsome.” You look curiously at him, but his eyes are focused on your smaller palm. It feels so right, being held like this. “Your heart line. Well. It says you were wary of this person at first, that you did not quite believe everything they were saying – but that something about them seemed to draw you in even so, like a magnetic pull. It says . . .” He seems more awkward than you’ve ever seen him, and certainly more awkward than you’ve ever heard anyone describe an encounter with him. “It says you should trust your instincts. And if you want to make a move . . . well. It seems to think today is as good a day as any.”

Your eyebrows scrunch as you think about what he could mean. You haven’t had any thoughts about anyone like that, recently. There’s nobody in your life. Hell, Avdol is the first man you’ve touched like this in the past week--

And a lightbulb goes off over your head.

It explains the way that you feel in his shop, the way that your heart seems to beat just a little bit quicker around him. It explains the constellations and the teacup and the way the two of you keep not quite meeting one another’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Avdol says. “This is unprofessional, I should be closing up shop right now--”

He goes to drop your hand, but you breathe in soft and sure as you whisper with a dry voice;

“Wait.”

He looks at you from under thick dark lashes. The whole of outer space feels like it’s contained within his eyes; dark constellations, secrets you can only wish you understood. You take a deep breath to gather all of your courage up within you. You think of Avdol warning you about things offered that seem too good to be true, but you push back the anxiety.

“Would you like to get something to eat, sometime? I’d ask about something to drink, but . . . I don’t think anything will measure up to the tea.”

Avdol looks at you. His eyes linger over your face; the cross between trepidation and hopefulness. They flicker back down to your palm. The small smile he gives you in return to yours is just as shaky as your own.

“Yes,” he says, quietly. “I would love to.”

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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I’m sorry fellow fallen soldiers…I have failed the task…

I…starting to watch jjk promising myself I wouldn’t simp for Gojo…and I…simped for Gojo.

HES SO HOT AND HIS HANDS AND HES SO FUCKING LOVABLE AND SO FUCKING FUCKABLE LAWD…

I’m so sorry, I’m ashamed of myself too😔

No but genuinely based on how people talk about him on my dash I was like, hey babe don’t simp for Gojo…and then I did. :/ Despicable.

Anyways I want to be his stupid kinky bimbo that’s his to breed and fuck and I make him food and give him backrubs and kiss his neck and whisper to him “Aww darling you’re tense…do you need me to do anything for you?” and be the perfect little housewife for him as long as he let’s me sit on his lap with one hand around my throat and the other with his fingers in my mouth and I suck on them while the others degrade me and call me his perfect stupid slut and he just kisses my cheek and in his sexy ass voice just “they really are hm?” And then he bends me over a desk and rails me <3 KFKSFKKDKF I’m down horrendous, save me Luxe. Why did I fall for him.

But in all honesty I’m really enjoying it!!

-🦤✨Anon <3

tw extreme nsfw Gojo thirsting

I cannot even process the idea of going into JJK and not wanting to simp for Gojo. He is SO sexy, he's serving fat cock and I wanna choke on it. I want him to put his dick in my mouth and THRUSTTTTTT, baby. Damn. Do not be ashamed it was the right thing to do. His hands? His fingers? LORD have mercy I am quaking shaking vibrating. Idk if you watch dub or sub (I'm dub only with absolutely everything) but his English VA's voice makes me THROBBBBBB I have such a voice kink I cannot BREATHE jgklghlsfh he has a perfect lilt and tone and EVERYTHING and he sounds so cocky it's just HEAVENLYYYYYYY I can't do this. Cut the cameras, dead ass.

YOUR LITTLE THIRST HAS ME CREAMING U BETTER STOP BABE !!!! I WANNA SUCK HIS FINGERS AND BE HIS PERFECT STUPID SLUT U BETTER STOP RN!!!!! I'm honest to GOD fighting for my life you've got me horny as hell on main I'm-

glad ur enjoying it tho

#luxe mail 💰#🦤✨ anon

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writingsfromstarfleet · 4 years

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Safe Space - Elim Garak X Reader

A/N: For a lovely Anon, as always please enjoy and I hope it’s what you wanted! You lot too, thank you for reading! X

TW: mentions of self harm/depression etc. so if that makes you uncomfortable, please skip this one! Know also that if you’re going through anything like this that you are loved and you are wonderful x

Life, in your case, had been easy in the eye of others. For years, your family had been a part of Starfleet, and it was practically paved in stone for you to follow in their footsteps. You were academically gifted, and not to mention the few hobbies you had on the side, too. To others, your life was idyllic. A loving family, a good education, a career. Nothing in your life was anything less than perfect.

Except it was.

You struggled with what people couldn't see, and it had affected you greatly. For years, you had dealt with declining mental health issues, despite your best efforts to not let it stop you from achieving what you wanted. In lieu of it all, however, you had secured yourself a place on Deep Space Nine, studying and working alongside some of the most talented minds in Starfleet.

Over the course of your stay there, you had made friends along the way who you knew would be for life. Your closest friend, however, came in the form of the stations resident Cardassian, Elim Garak. An unlikely bond, you clicked with him after he opened up to you about his own struggles, and you knew in that moment he was going to be your safe place.

And he was. Every time you had an issue, regardless of how big or small, Garak was there for you through it all. Where you would be without him, you didn't know, nor did you want to know. Garak was more than happy to help you with anything and everything, and always reassured you that he would never judge you. Thus, you did. You told him everything, and each time you were met with kindness and understanding, a shoulder to cry on.

Though, things did begin to go bad again. Your mental health had taken a dip, and you had managed to convince yourself that you had no right to be aboard the station, that you were taking up someone else's place. You convinced yourself that there were smarter and better qualified people at the academy waiting for your job. You convinced yourself that your friends weren't really your friends, that they simply put up with you. Through it, you played off to your friends that you were fine, a false smile plastered on your face and laughter that was less than genuine leaving your lips. Every single day, it became almost routine and began to get exhausting.

Often, you thought of Garak. Your brain told you that he didn't really care, just like the others; it told you that you shouldn't bother him with your problems when he could have things he's dealing with himself. Which is why, as you sat in your quarters, you looked down to your healed scars, and you took a turn for the worse.

Garak wondered where you were, usually you would meet him at this time every day for a drink, and his shop felt empty without you sat on the couch bugging him to finish up. He told himself you were caught up with work, as most of the crew had been recently. Carrying on working, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was off. It was only when it reached the hour mark that he decided to shut up shop for the day and venture off to your quarters. You were far more important than any pair of pants.

Hearing the door ring, you decided to remain quiet, not bothering to even check who was there. You were lay on the bed, the cuts on your legs stinging and your eyes sore and red from crying. You were hardly in a state to see anybody anyway. Still, the door persisted. Very quietly, you sighed and, climbing under the covers, you shouted for them to enter. In walked Garak, and in seconds he was by your side.

"Is everything alright, Y/N? I missed you today." he spoke softly, placing a hand on your forehead as if checking you were well.

"M'fine, just tired..." your voice was muffled and quiet, and Garak became concerned. You most certainly were not your usual self. You snuggled yourself into the blanket, and Garak's hand moved to your shoulder.

"Alright. Are you going to tell me what's actually happened, then?" The tone of his voice made clear to you that he didn't believe anything you were saying. It's true what they say; you can't kid a kidder. He looked down when you didn't answer, unsure of what to say next. His eyes wandered to the small stain on the floor just beneath the bed, and he darted his eyes back up to yours, which were currently focused on the side table.

"I'm sorry," you began, sensing there was no point in arguing; he knew exactly what had happened. "I really am, I just-"

"You need not apologise to me," he cut you off, pulling your head up from its place half under the cover to make you look at him. "Nor do you have to explain. I understand. I only wish you had come to me sooner, you're too dear to me to ever have you in such a position where you feel this is the only way out."

You blinked back a few tears, and he cupped your face with one hand, his free hand coming to rest lightly on your leg, which was still under covers. You flinched, and he sighed to himself. He knew from your past conversations that you had harmed previously there, and sensed that was what had occurred this time. You sniffed, and moved aside slightly, a silent invitation for him to join you. Garak wasted no time in rising from his kneeling position to sitting atop your bed next to the covers, which you still had wrapped firmly around you, not wanting him to see the mess. You brought yourself to his side, and his arms found their way around you, one resting at the small of your back and one running through your hair.

A fair few minutes of silence passed, Garak offering as much comfort to you as he could. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, either, it was welcomed, and you stayed there in his arms for what felt like forever before you felt confident enough to speak up.

"I'm sorry, Garak. I know you always say to come to you, and I don't really know why I didn't. I was convinced everyone doesn't want me here, including you, and I guess it just scared me.. it sounds pathetic, doesn't it," you interrupted yourself with a small chuckle; saying it out loud made it sound ridiculous.

"Does that sound as foolish to you as it does to me now you've said it?" Garak's words sunk in, and you admitted to yourself it did indeed sound awfully idiotic. "I understand these feelings, I understand how hard they can be to deal with, Y/N, you know that. And I know that often, you can feel that there's no other way out than to harm yourself. But I do want you to know that, as powerful as those thoughts can be, they are not the answer. Always, they are incorrect. We love you, all of us. There's not a single person I know who says a bad word about you. Never feel alone, Y/N, we're all here for you. This was never the answer. Promise me it will never be the answer you choose again."

"I'll never be able to thank you, you know," you started, voice a little louder this time. "You're wonderful."

"As long as you're alright, that's thanks enough, my dear Y/N."

Lifting your head to look at him, you shifted and smiled to him. His face softened at seeing you smile, glad that he had managed to make you smile, at least.

"You do have a way with words, Garak. Somehow you always have the right thing to say, and it's always what I need. I promise you, this won't happen again."

It was Garak's turn to smile, for he knew that you were telling him the truth. After all, you can't kid a kidder.

#tw: depression #tw: self harm #star trek #star trek imagine #star trek x reader #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9 #deep space nine #ds9 #elim garak #garak #garak x reader #garak imagine #x reader #imagine

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teamironmanforever · 3 years

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Hi!! so I just finished reading your fic "And The World Moves On...It Has Too" on ao3 for what it must be like the fifth time now lol and I was wondering if you were down to answer a few questions about it? I'm not here to bother you about updates or sequels or anything like that, I just wanted to ask a few things I've always been curious about when it comes to the plot like what do you think happened to Nat after Tony had to "leave"? How did Kamala react? Do you think at some point Tony and everyone else in the team got to be together as a family in the afterlife? I remember feeling quite sad over the ending when I first read it, not because it was bad, I loved (still do) the fic through and through, but it felt really bittersweet you know? anyways I also wanted to say that I really love your writing!!! You did a great job with it and with the plot. Fury's relationship with Tony was great and felt very genuine.

ANON I AM ALWAYS DOWN TO ANSWER QUESTIONS ABOUT MY FICS

I am so so glad you enjoyed it!!! It was one of my favorite pieces to write and I was staggered by the amount of support it got.

(In case you haven't read the fic you can find it here, also spoilers below).

I think while Tony definitely was a bit cagey when it comes to talking about his new role, he would have definitely warned Nat about what to expect in the future. As I mention in the fic, he has had assignments in the five year gap between the end of the story and the epilogue, so they have had to cope with his absences already. It's not pretty, but it gives them a taste of what's to come.

I think at the beginning, during those 5 years, Nat, given who she is and how strong she has always has had to be, would put on a strong face - a kind of grin and bear it mentality. The team/family would rely even more on her due to Tony's initial absences. I think she would miss him, but she would know that he is going to do everything he can to come back to her quickly - she just doesn't know when that is.

This would drastically change, however, when he leaves for good. I think, as a fighter, she would not let go so easily, but at the same time, she would know there is nothing she can do to change Tony's fate. For all intents and purposes, she will be losing her husband and go through the grieving process any spouse goes through when their significant other dies. Because of the live they lead, I think she would go through some extreme version of the 5 stages of grief, and would likely rely a lot on Clint and Rhodey to cope. I think it would hit Kamala just as hard as Peter, because of the role Tony occupies in both their lives. I don't think they would ever be able to entirely shake that off.

At the same time, I do think they have a level of comfort knowing that he's out there still, even if they can't see him. I am also entirely certain Tony would likely arrange something so that they feel his presence, little mementos on birthdays and stuff, so that they know he still loves them and thinks of them.

As for an afterlife get together - yes and no. Tony has the ability to travel between realms, and, once nat and the rest are dead, there's no reason why he can't visit them. However, he IS Death's right hand, so it's likely that he would have little time to stay with them aka kinda like "my husband is away for war" type of situation. However, Death does mention that she has had previous right hands - though it takes millennia for her to find someone special enough to warrant a change.

It is definitely a bittersweet ending, as it was means to be from the beginning. I hated Endgame because they robbed me of tony, but to me it was important that there be a price for his heroics. Everything has a cause and consequence, so his ending felt to me like a good way to pay tribute and bring the merchant of Death full circle.

Hope the answer is satisfactory, you are welcome to chat with me on or off anon anytime <3

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years

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Hi!! I was new here and read some stuff of yours and I'm?? Impressed of them?? Great job!! So, uhh, if you don't really mind, would you be in the mood of writing a Mikey Way x female reader where the reader has a really nice friend (with who they hang out much) so Mikey gets jealous and tries to impress her with every way? Sorry if this is too specific, I loved your writing preety much!! And, oh! Put some angst and fluff if you can! Love yaa!! ♡♡♡♡♡

And It's Our Time Now If You Want It To Be

Pairing: Mikey Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: 2300 exactly Author’s Note: Shout out to my friends for again appearing in stories they will never know exist! I hope that this is what you were looking for anon! Shout out to @mariawritesfanfic for giving me direction in the middle

Mikey walked into the crowded party and looked around for a familiar face. He'd been away on tour for a few months and the one thing that kept him sane between soundchecks and shows and interviews and the long nights alone on the bus was (YN). The guys liked to give him shit for constantly texting her, especially since they weren't even going out, but Mikey didn't care. (YN) was his anchor in the storm of craziness that was life in a massively popular touring band.

Finally he spotted her, but as he crossed the room to her, it was as if time slowed down. She was talking excitedly to some guy he'd never seen before, touching his arm, head tossed back as she laughed. Mikey felt his heart jump up in his throat as he paused, wondering if he should just leave. He told her he'd meet her here, but he left out that it was because he wanted to tell her in person how much she meant to him and to see if she'd be willing to take a chance with him.

He must have been staring too long, as (YN) looked his way and her face lit up in a grin as she rushed over to him, throwing her arms around him in a big hug. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her as well, taking the opportunity that he feared he might not get again.

"Mikey! I missed you so much!" She exclaimed as she pulled back.

"Me too, I mean, I missed you too," he laughed self-consciously. Despite usually being pretty smooth when flirting with someone, seeing (YN) in person short-circuited his brain.

To his relief she just laughed as she looked up at him. "Oh your hair is getting long, I like it like that!"

"Then I'll cancel my haircut tomorrow," he replied.

"Good, then we can all hang out!"

"Is something going on?"

"Come here," she said tugging on his arm. To his dismay they were going over to the guy she had been talking to before. "Mikey, this is Nate."

Nate extended his hand in greeting. "Hey, nice to meet you."

"Hey," Mikey replied curtly as he shook his hand.

(YN)'s eyes flicked between the men. "Nate just moved out here last month for work. We went to high school together, played in the orchestra and went to prom together too, all that kinda stuff," (YN) explained with a wave of her hand.

"Yea, we were just talking about the weird game we used to play at lunch," Nate replied.

"And I still think we can make it into a drinking game," (YN) shrugged. "Anyway, like I was saying before, I'm getting a few people together for dinner tomorrow at Fresco, can you make it? You said you're gonna cancel your haircut," (YN) smiled up at Mikey and his stomach did a flip.

"Yea, I can be there," Mikey nodded. (YN) might not know it, but she could ask him to do anything and he would agree to it.

"Great!" She grinned as she gave his arm a squeeze as her hand lingered.

"Hey (YN), it's getting kinda late," Nate said cut in politely.

"Oh, right, you got work tomorrow," (YN) replied. "Mikey, I'm so glad I got to see you even if it was just for a second, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

Mikey smiled halfheartedly. "Yea, see ya," he replied as she leaned in and gave him a quick hug.

And then he watched as the girl of his dreams left with another man.

The next night Mikey arrived at the restaurant and spotted (YN) sitting next to Nate in a large corner booth. They were engrossed in their conversation until he walked up.

“Hey Mikey! Sit!” (YN) greeted him, patting the spot next to her. He couldn’t help but feel relieved that she still wanted him near her, even if Nate was on her other side. “We’re just waiting for a couple of others. But Mikey, I was just telling Nate how much you and Gee play D&D. Nate plays too, maybe you could, I dunno, play together? I don’t get how any of that stuff works,” (YN) said with a shake of her head as she sat back so they could see each other better.

“Umm yea we play a lot,” Mikey replied. He understood that she was trying to be nice to Nate, but he really didn’t want to have to spend any more time with the guy than he had to.

“Cool, what do you play?” Nate asked, he seemed genuinely interested.

“Human cleric,” he answered.

“Nice. I have an elf wizard character I usually play,” Nate replied.

“I don’t know what any of this means,” (YN) shook her head. “Why do I hang out with such nerds?”

“Who’s a nerd?” Mikey looked up and recognized a couple of (YN)’s other friends.

“These two!” (YN) laughed. “Eli, Jennifer, this is Nate. Nate, these are my friends Eli and Jennifer.”

They exchanged hellos as they slid into the other end of the booth and soon after the waiter came to take their orders. The conversation shifted from D&D to less nerdy topics, but Mikey was barely listening anyway until he felt (YN)’s knee bump against his under the table.

“Mikey,” (YN) whispered.

“Hmm?” He snapped back to attention.

“I was asking how your tour went? (YN) was telling us about it,” Jennifer asked again.

He glanced over at (YN), who was looking back at him eagerly, and realized that her knee was still pressed against his. Maybe it was nothing, but he couldn’t help but feel like it was something and he had a thought. If he had a snowball’s chance in hell with (YN), he’d need to impress her, make her realize that he was better than Nate in some way.

“It was awesome. They were the biggest shows we’ve ever done as headliners and it was so amazing playing to these giant sold out crowds every night.”

“That’s awesome,” Nate commented, clearly impressed. “Are you constantly busy when you’re touring?”

“When he’s not busy texting (YN) all day while she’s at work,” Jennifer said with a smirk. He glanced over at (YN) and saw she was blushing and looking down.

“I mean,” (YN) started, but then the waiter came back with the check. As soon as they set it on the table Mikey grabbed it as (YN) started to reach for it.

"I got it."

“Oh, I was actually gonna take care of it, as a thank you to (YN) for introducing me to so many cool people out here. I was really feeling lonely until we reconnected,” Nate said with a smile.

“Guys, it’s fine, I organized the dinner, I can take care of it,” (YN) insisted.

“I feel like I should argue that I should take the check, but,” Jennifer shrugged.

“Right?” Eli laughed.

“I insist,” Nate said to Mikey..

“No, allow me,” Mikey replied, digging out his wallet for his credit card.

"You don't have to do that," (YN) replied with a shake of her head.

“I’m happy to do it,” he replied.

“Thanks Mikey,” Nate smiled over at him, and everyone chimed in their thanks. Mikey glanced back at (YN). She was looking back at him a with an expression that was a mix of amusement and exasperation, but her knee was still against his under the table

It had been a few weeks since he had gotten back from being on tour, and while Mikey had gotten to hang out with (YN) it was never alone as it seemed Nate was always around, along with Eli and a few others. He started bringing Ray along because he thought he might as well have back up, but unfortunately Ray and Nate also seemed to get along splendidly. That was part of the problem; Nate was so nice, it was hard for him to find fault with the guy, other than he was with the girl he loved. But despite his frustrations, he didn't want to get in the way of (YN)’s happiness with Nate.

It was late morning, but Mikey was still feeling half asleep as he dragged himself into Starbucks. The cafe was busy, even for a Saturday, and as he waited for his drink, he glanced around at the other patrons. Suddenly he realized he recognized two of them at the table by the window and his heart leapt into his throat.

It was Nate, sitting at a table with a girl that was not (YN). When he looked again, he realized it was her friend Eli. He tried not to stare, but couldn't help stealing glances. They were very clearly holding hands, then they were getting up, and he was pressing a kiss to her temple before wrapping his arm around her waist and walking out together.

Mikey's head was spinning. He didn't want to know this. He didn't want to break (YN)'s heart or make her think he was lying to her because he was jealous. What felt like an eternity later, his drink was ready. As he walked back to his car, he decided he had to do what was right, what he would hope a true friend would do for him.

"Hey Mikey, what are you doing here?" She asked when she opened the door. He had driven around for an hour before he worked up the nerve to go to her house.

"Can we talk?"

"Yea, come in," she said ushering him in.

They sat down on the couch and he drew in a deep breath. "I have something to tell you and I don't want to, but you deserve to know."

"What? What is going on?" She asked, her voice becoming strained with nerves.

"I was at Starbucks this morning and I saw Nate with Eli. It looked like they were on a date because they were holding hands and he had his arm around her, the whole thing. I'm so sorry, but you deserve to know."

Relief flooded across (YN)’s face in an instant. “Well I should hope so! She told me she was going to spend the day with him today.”

It was Mikey's turn to be stunned. "But, wait, I thought you and him were going out."

"Pfft, no. We kinda went out in high school, but we're just friends now,” she said with a dismissive wave.

"Shit," he laughed, running his hand through his hair. Then the relief he felt turned to embarrassment.

"Wait, is that why you've been acting so weird since you came back from tour?" She asked, her eyes narrowing as a smirk started to cross her face.

"Whaddya mean?" He replied, trying to sound calm, but his heart was hammering in his chest.

"I wanted to introduce you to Nate because I thought you'd really get along, but you froze him out! And then you kept trying to one up him all the time, like that time picking up the check for the table."

Mikey sat back and shrugged, trying to keep his poker face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do. Come on Mikey, just tell me what is going on with you. I was so looking forward to you being home, but everything has been so weird since you got back."

Mikey drew in another deep breath, recalling everything he intended to say that night at the party. "It's because... You're one of the most important people in my life and when I was on the road, knowing I could talk to you when shit got overwhelming or boring or I couldn't sleep, it kept me sane. That night at the party I wanted to tell you all that, but I thought you were with him and I didn't want to ruin something if you were happy. I just want the best for you."

"I should have clarified that night, I'm so sorry if you were hurt thinking me and Nate were together," she said softly. "But you really want the best for me, regardless of how it left you feeling, huh?"

Mikey looked down, it was now or never. "Yea, because that's what you do for the person you love." When he finally looked back up, (YN) looked stunned, but was smiling.

"I was really hoping that was the reason," she replied, shifting over so she was sitting knee to knee with him, and taking his hand. "Because there is no one else I wanna be with but you."

A smile broke across Mikey's face as well. "So maybe we can…"

"Start over from the night at the party?"

"Yea," he laughed.

She grinned and threw her arms around him in a hug, just like the night at the party. "Welcome home, I missed you!"

"I missed you too (YN). Thank you for being there for me while I was on tour. Would you please go out with me?"

(YN) nodded excitedly. "Yes! I'd love to, 'cause I love you too, Mikey."

It took a moment for the words to fully register in his mind, but when they did he reached up and grabbed her face between his hands and pressed his lips against hers with everything he had. He felt her wrap her arms around him again, and her smiling against his lips. When they pulled back he rested his forehead against hers as he caressed her cheek.

“So how about that date?” (YN) said with a smile.

“Now?” Mikey asked, sitting back, surprised at her proposition.

“Yea, we have weeks of lost time to make up for. Oh and this time, I’m gonna pick up the check,” she smirked.

Mikey laughed. “Come on, who are you trying to impress?”

#mikey way x reader #Anon #mikey way fan fic #mikey way fan fiction #mikey way imagine #my chemical romance fan fic #my chemical romance fan fiction

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ccarats · 6 years

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Can I please get 14 with Vernon please? I'm so excited :D

sdpofjds yes u can!!! sorry it took like two days :( but i got so carried away with this after i sat down and got started on it!! and @ that anon who brought up me with vernon being in the rain, i dID IT AGAIN I’M SORRY!!!! this is my brand and i accept it. i hope u like it bb, and i’m super glad ur excited!!! sorry abt the wait again, ty for being patient!!!!!

14. can i have this dance?

member / genre: vernon + fluff

wc: ~1.3k

Vernon had always been one for breaking the norms. When people ran, he would walk. When they shouted, he would be quiet. He’d dance when everybody else stood still. He was a man that had marched to his own drum as long as he could remember, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. He was uniquely himself, and you had found it admirable that he thought little of being judged in such a harsh and hypercritical world. Where one would be outcasted for a simple err or misstep outside of what had been deemed socially acceptable. When you had first met him, you had gotten cornered by a pushy guy on your way into a museum your friend had recommended to you, and despite your protests, he wouldn’t stop flirting with you. You’d been hoping he’d move on and prayed for anything to distract him. You shook your head for what felt like the millionth time when you felt somebody wrap their hand around yours and tug you away from him.

“Babe, where were you at? We were supposed to meet in renaissance, not in modern.” You blinked dumbfoundedly at the man you had never seen in your life beforehand. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. He only winked subtly at you and turned back to face the man that had been bothering you previously. “I know she’s a work of art, but unfortunately she is taken.” He wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you close, waving goodbye at the man who griped on his way outside of the museum. Once the man was out of the building, the stranger removed his arm from around you and chuckled shyly. “Sorry about that. I just know those guys tend to be persistent unless they’re scared off…” He sighed. You nodded your head in silent agreement at his words, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“No, you’re right. Thanks for the help…” You trailed off, searching for a name but realizing that you had not picked one up yet.

“Vernon.” He held his hand out confidently, a friendly smile on his, admittedly, handsome face. His features were unique- it almost felt as if he stepped out of a fairytale, but you quickly shook off the angels singing love in your ears and grasped his hand, shaking it as you told him your name. His smile only stretched further across his face.

“Well, you’re in here anyways- do you want to go to the Renaissance section with me?” You were taken aback at his friendliness. Not only had he come to your aid in a situation many would shield their eyes from and continue walking, he was now inviting you to peruse the museum with him? It was rare that you met someone with such a seemingly genuine kindness these days- many had an ulterior motive, and though you didn’t know Vernon, by the naive expression dancing behind his bright eyes, you knew he had no malintent in his request. So you found yourself saying yes before you had realized it, continuing on much further than you could have imagined that day.

What had been a turn of serendipity in your favour had blossomed into a goofy friendship, whether it be meeting up in other museums around the city or him playing fake boyfriend with you on nights out at the club, you had always found yourself absorbed in his presence. It was always mesmerizing to hear the way he thought- though he ended up at the same conclusions as others sometimes, his mind always seemed to take the path less traveled. The easy way out was not always the best, you remembered him mentioning one night when the two of you had grabbed ice cream. You teasingly called him a wise old master at that, only to have him snort and gently push you as the two of you walked along the empty streets.

What had been a stranger helping you turned into the same person who encouraged you to step out of the box, as he had. When everybody was getting wasted at a friend’s party, he encouraged you to dangle your feet in the water and bask under the moonlight and the way that it reflected against the aquamarine tint of the water. To explore the side streets of the city and discover new beginnings as others ran along the central roads, walking along roads they’d known their whole lives. To now, when the two of you had been walking down the street filled with clothing stores, conversing amongst yourselves about anything and everything when the weather decided to fuck you over and create a downpour. Where your first instinct was to run and take cover, you only discovered Vernon stood in the street, his head dipped back as the rain dripped down from his hair, his skin, his clothes. As he always did, he stood out amongst the others who had quickly moved to put their umbrellas up or rush to the safety of clothing stores and cafes surrounding you. His eyes slowly opened and his field of view turned to focus on you, a playful smirk pulling upwards on his face.

He ran over to you, the excitement spreading to the rest of his face, a sense of bemusement and childlike excitement reaching his eyes. A hand reached out to you, passing under the ceiling that separated you from the dryness of being under the structure and the rain that poured down around Vernon just a few steps away.

“Can I have this dance?” Confusion spread across your features, and he gave a quick nod of his head in reassurement, once again reaching his hand out to you. With a sigh, your hand wrapped around his and he quickly yanked you into the downpour, the rain instantaneously soaking you. You let out a gasp in astonishment at how heavy the rain had become in such a short amount of time. His hands moved up to brush the hair that had matted against your forehead with an affectionate smile, his hand resting against your cheek for a second before dropping to his side. You moved to hide your head in his chest, as to shield yourself from the rain, his free arm wrapping around your shoulders and tugging you as close to him as he could manage. Despite the stares you were sure you were getting from strangers on the street, you were somehow content with resigning yourself to the gentle sway in which Vernon moved the two of you.

“So, why’re you pulling me out into the rain and risking us getting sick, Socrates?” You lifted your head to lock eyes with Vernon, a playful smile on your face to show you weren’t actually bothered at his actions.

“Because you need to stop and smell the roses sometimes, smartass.” Vernon chuckled, one of his hands moving to run along your hair. “And sometimes you’re too afraid of being judged that you need a push. Like right now,” He laughed once more as he watched you search for words in response to him. “And stop trying to bite back, you know I’m right.” You scrunched your nose up, choosing to instead bury your head in his chest once more instead of trying to come up with a response. He was right, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how freeing it felt to be here in his arms without a care in the world in this moment. So, you silently nodded your head and continued to spin and sway around the streets with Vernon for what felt like an eternity- and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #svt #svt scenarios #vernon scenarios #vernon #vernon chwe #seventeen drabbles #svt drabbles #vernon drabbles #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #vernon imagines #m; reactions #stars

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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Riverdale request!!: something with Jughead having a bad Bad cold and sneezes all over betty while she takes care of him and she ends up getting Sick. Thank you!! Idk if you're taking requests so I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you!!

(Yo anon! Since my Jughead is aro/ace, or maybe gray aro, this is platonic Bughead!! :)) Hope that’s cool with you!! Anyway, thanks so much for the prompt, it was fun writing it! I absolutely love Jughead and Betty interactions and I think they work so well together!! Also anon ur not disturbing me, silly! I loved it!! I’m always up for your requests!)

Jughead sneezed harshly into his t-shirt for what was probably the hundredth time that morning. The process of sneezing over and over again was exhausting and he felt so drained from the repeated process.

Archie winced as he watched the boy weakly muster out his sneezes, despite how weak he clearly was his sneezes still came out with brute force, which clearly didn’t help his weakened state.

Jughead had been sick for about two days at this stage. He had given off the odd extra sneeze and cough here in there to begin with, then his voice became a little stuffy and Jughead initially blamed it on allergies, then went to bed. The next day he had a full blown cold, and had gone to school. Archie found him standing outside his history classroom when he had gone to the bathroom sneezing his lungs out, and then learned that he was kicked out of the test because of how much he was disrupting the class.

“I don’t want to leave him alone like this, dad,” Archie expressed to Fred who was standing a few feet away from him.

“Neither do I, Archie. Maybe we can postpone–”

Jughead shook his head violently, “No! Don’t! I know how much seeing your mom means to you, Arch–trust me, I would know–and it’s honestly just a bad cold. Nothing that can kill me.”

Archie did not look convinced whatsoever, “Still! You look dreadful, Jug.”

Jughead shot him a thumbs up, “Thanks dude.”

Fred raised an eyebrow, “Jughead, you know what he means. But still, it doesn’t feel right to be leaving you here..”

Jughead groaned loudly, “Guys, honestly, I’m fine.”

“What if you died?!”

Jughead grinned, “Then I’d be the first person to die of a cold! Wouldn’t that record look great on the mantle??”

Archie looked genuinely terrified.

Jughead rolled his eyes, “Oh my god, Archie. It’s a joke. I’ll be fine–if anything goes wrong, I’ll call the Coopers who are literally next door.”

Archie nodded, while obviously still anxious, “Okay, fine.”

Fred nodded as well and whipped his car keys out, “Okay, so we’ve left you more than enough money for the weekend, money for food, medicine and some snacks..but there is enough soup and other easy to heat up food, and enough medicine and Archie loaded you up on snacks. And I think you’re okay on refills. Uh, yeah, ring us if there’s anything wrong.”

Jughead shrugged and smiled, “Honestly, I’ll be fi–” he was cut off by an abrupt, loud sneeze he barely managed to turn to the side, and grinned sheepishly, “fine. I’ll be fine. Have a good weekend, you guys.”

Archie gave him a smile, but the congestion laced in his hoarse, baritone voice as opposed to his usual tenor got him super worried so he ran to him and gave him a huge hug, for good measure.

Jughead pretended to vomit, “Eugh, I’m going to get the Andrews disease.”

“Please don’t die, Jug,” Archie laughed and gave his hair a ruffle and followed his dad to the doorway.

“Yeah kid, look after yourself, okay?” Fred smiled as he left the house and unlocked the car.

Once they took off and were out of his sight, Jughead leaned back and slumped against the cough, pulling the fleece blanket tighter around his shivering frame. As he rummaged around, he accidentally hit the remote and switched the channel to a Transformers film, and instantly, his nose began to twitch and an extremely intense tickle began to brew in his nose.

Now that he was alone, he really didn’t care about how stupid his pre-sneeze expression was, and how ridiculous his twitchy nose looked, and how loud he was hitching. He also didn’t care about how explosive and loud his release was, the fit lasting for about 5 sneezes. He didn’t bother covering either. He made a face at the mist he saw forming before him and shrugged.

He glared at the shitty movie before him, “I’m fucking allergic to your bullshit, Michael Bay.”

Jughead hadn’t even realised he had been dozing off–he didn’t realise he could, the Big Lebowski was on–until the doorbell rung out. He jolted awake and sniffled, wondering who it could have been. He figured it was some advertiser dude or someone trying to get him to convert to some religion, and he really wasn’t up to that. Hopefully he would scare them away with how awful he looked.

Jughead padded over to the front door and opened, only to be surprised to see the bright and bubbly Betty Cooper, holding a pink bag that resembled a Children’s Nursing Kit.

“..Betty?” Jughead stammered, not even sure if what he was seeing was real or if this was some weird fever illusion.

“Jughead! You look worse than I thought,” She frowned as she took in his sickly appearance.

Jughead sniffled, wiping his nose quickly on the back of his hand, “Hm, didn’t think I could possibly downgrade even more, thought I was already at rock bottom in terms of the look department.”

Betty looked shocked, “Juggie! Don’t say that about yourself–”

Jughead laughed at her softly, “Betty–I don’t care about that sorta thing, it’s cool. Just a joke.”

“Anyway, how did you know I was–Archie,” Jughead growled, groaning loudly at the very thought of Ginger Judas himself.

“Well I’m glad he told me, Juggie! I wouldn’t want you all sick by yourself,” Betty exclaimed, taking in his features and pressing the back of her hand against his cheek, frowning.

Jughead rubbed at his nose, his eyes growing hazy as he turned away from Betty and sneezed harshly twice into the crook of his arm and turned back to see her worried eyes. “M'fine,” He said stuffily, not sounding very convincing.

Jughead stepped back to let her in and flopped back at the couch, resting his head on one of the pillows. Betty walked into the house and put her bag down.

“Archie called me like 10 minutes after I saw him and Mr Andrews leave the house panicking because he was so worried about you. He thinks you’re going to drown yourself in your own snot,” Betty explained, taking off her jacket.

Jughead raised his eyebrow at his friend’s antics, “..Well, I’m flattered.”

Betty shrugged as she pulled a container of homemade soup out of her bag, “He’s only worried about you, Jug. So am I, actually. But hey listen, I’m here to make it all better!”

Jughead gave her a small smile, “Your everlasting sunshine and youthful glow is seriously withering my dark and gloomy aesthetic, Betty but I–is that soup?! Did you make me soup?! Jesus, you didn’t have to!”

Betty tutted, “Don’t raise your voice! That’s not good for your throat. But I know you love my soup when you have a cold, with my secret formula and things! That’s why it took me a little bit to get here.”

Jughead chuckled lowly, “What’s the secret ingredient? Mr Krabs’ secret formula?”

Betty simply rolled her eyes as she made her way to the kitchen to retrieve a spoon, “I’ve got to text Archie that I’m here, he’s probably making Mr Andrews’ brain burst at this stage!”

Jughead could picture that perfectly–Archie spluttering and spitting out nonsense and gibberish at his dad, making Fred seriously reconsider his choices. Hopefully Betty would text him soon, for Fred’s own sanity, of course.

Betty came back with a spoon and gave Jughead the bowl with the spoon, throwing another blanket around him as she noticed his shivering, and how the bowl seemed to rattle when she placed them in his shaking hands.

“Are you warm enough?” She asked gently, for Jughead to nod in response.

Jughead dipped the spoon into the soup and placed it into his mouth, despite his congestion and impaired taste sense, he could taste the signature creamy, flavourful goodness of Betty’s soup.

He smiled at her, “Betts, you never cease to amaze me.”

Betty shrugged, opening up a packet of chips she had taken from the kitchen ,“It might just be because all you eat is fast food junk so this is a nice change for you.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and continued to eat his soup, and changed the channel as Ratatouille came on.

Betty raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t know that film noir, art house film loving Jughead Jones would be into Pixar.”

Jughead huffed, “They’re particularly good on sick days! I don’t want to spend my sick day trying to decipher the hidden meaning behind some Nicolas Winding Refn film.”

Jughead’s breath began to hitch and he turned his head to the side, away from Betty and raised an arm to his face. He pitched forward twice and caught two explosive, wet sneezes into his arm.

Betty jumped, “Jesus! That was..quite a sneeze.”

Jughead sniffled and laughed softly, “They’re the absolute worst and I hate them. I can’t for the life of me control them–it’s awful when you’re someone like me who doesn’t want attention. I try to stifle sometimes–but then I just can’t stop!”

Betty smiled fondly at him and reached over to ruffle his hair, only noticing that he was without the signature grey beanie. It was still a little odd to see him without it.

“They’re fine, Jughead. No one really pays attention half the time,” She reassured.

Jughead’s eyes grew distant once again and his breath hitched once again, inhaling sharply, but found that the sneeze just wouldn’t come out and he was left continuously gasping for breath and nose twitching like a rabbits. He let out a tiny groan before looking up at a window, and once the light hit his eyes the next two sneezes came out.

Betty looked oddly impressed, “You’re one of those sun people!”

Jughead laughed a little at her excitement and rolled his eyes, “Yes, I’m an alien from the Sun. I come in peace–I only wish to learn about the human’s odd, odd ways.”

Betty hissed playfully and whacked his arm, “Ugh! You know what I mean!”

Jughead laughed at her, “Yeah yeah, one of those sun people. My body hates me, we’ve all established.”

Betty munched on her chips and watched as Remy the rat began to roam Paris, “Uh, I know this is a little awkward but..are you okay?”

Jughead grinned, “My entire body is consumed by what appears to be a plague but otherwise, yes, I appear to be functioning and not on the brink of death.”

Betty sighed, “No, Jug. You know what I mean.”

Jughead laughed, “Oh, you mean that my best friend has gone off to see his mother who loves him with his father who is stable enough with said mother that they can be in the same room as each other?? And I can’t have that? Y'know because my mom hates me and my dad loves me but is still deadbeat and also in jail?”

Betty bit her lip, knowing that Jughead used humour as a coping mechanism and that it was probably the fever talking. Jughead was also known for his darker humour, but one thing she couldn’t ever know despite knowing him since childhood was wether things were affecting him or not.

“..Jughead, you know that none of these things are your fault?”

“Yeah, I know that. I genuinely do Betty.”

She still looked concerned.

Jughead sighed, “Betty, I’m doing better than I’ve been in a while. Yeah it sucks and sometimes it makes me really anxious and sad but today..everything’s fine. Well, I have an awful fucking cold but aside from that, I’m fine.”

“like meds help–like I was so against it to begin with because Fred is paying for it and I hate the fact he’s spending on me, but it helps, Betts,” Jughead said, a lot more genuine and slow.

Betty smiled at him, relieved and more relaxed, “I’m glad Jug. We’ve all been so worried about you these past few weeks..”

Jughead chuckled, “You and Archie, you mean?”

Betty shook her head, “No! Veronica and Kev too. Honestly Jug, your self esteem is almost as low as..as..Veronica’s height.”

Jughead burst into laughter, “Fuck! I wish I had recorded that! I’d kill to see her face if she knew you called her that.”

Betty flushed red, “You wouldn’t tell her, would you?!”

Jughead raised an eyebrow teasingly, “To blackmail you, maybe.”

Betty groaned loudly and smacked Jughead on the head playfully, ending up grabbing at a curl and twiddling it around her finger. She seemed a little impressed.

“I didn’t expect your hair to be so soft?” Betty commented.

“Makes up for my cold hard, stoic exterior,” Jughead replied.

Betty scoffed and chuckled lightly, “You are a massive softie at heart, Jughead Jones. Who went to Kevin’s little cousin’s birthday party and bought her a present because she had a crush on you?”

Jughead went slightly red, not wanting to admit how soft he genuinely was, “It was just..uh..Kevin pressured me.”

Betty laughed, knowing full well that was not the story. The gang had all gone to Kevin’s house, who was surprised by his little cousin and aunt being at his house. His little cousin clearly took a liking to Jughead and drew him a picture. Jughead’s heart burst but when confronted by his friends, he pretended he didn’t care.

Betty left it for now, and took the bowl from Jughead who had finished his soup and took it to the dishwasher. Once that was done with, they spent the remainder of the movie in a comfortable silence, with a few interruptions from Jughead’s coughing and sneezing, as well as a few funny comments here and there.

As the two moved on to Inside Out, Betty pulled out her bag to retrieve a bag of chamomile tea.

Jughead raised an eyebrow, “Since when have you become Nurse Joy?”

Betty laughed, “I figured we should do the thing when we were kids and we played sick and I always took care of you. In fairness, you were sickly then, so chances were you probably were actually sick.”

She left the room to make the tea in the kitchen and by the time Riley had acquired all of her emotions, she returned with the tea and the medicine Fred had left.

“Don’t dry swallow these, it’s why I made you the tea,” Betty warned, and passed him the two objects. Jughead obliged.

Jughead reached for the toilet roll to blow his nose when Betty slapped his hand.

“No way are you using that! That’s awful for your nose, here, I brought you the nice lotion ones,” Betty explained as she pulled out her pink bag and passed them over to Jughead.

Jughead raised an eyebrow, “Is that Mary Poppins’ bag? What else do you have in there?”

He then proceeded to pluck one out and blow his nose, wincing at the sound and chucked the tissue into the bin. He then took the tea back and continued to sip at it.

“Speaking of bad tissues, look at your nose, Jughead. It’s literally bright red and chapped! Here, I’ve got something that can help..” She pulled out some ointment out of magic bag.

Jughead looked impressed and also shocked, and hadn’t had time to react until Betty was standing before him and applying ointment onto his already tender, sensitive nostrils.

His nose reacted quickly, his nostrils beginning to twitch as a result of the rubbing. His nose tickled so bad but he couldn’t quite cover his nose because he was holding onto the rather large tea mug and couldn’t put it down anywhere without spilling it everywhere.

“B-Betty..please..I’m gonna..hhh..!! I really need to..hehh!!snn..” He hitched breathlessly, trying to scrunch up his nose and withhold his sneeze. His disobedient nostrils kept twitching with desperation, desperate to sneeze.

Betty laughed softly, “Jug! You look like a little bunny..”

“B..be..betty..p..p-please!! hhh..” Jughead pleaded but alas was too late, his body fully committing onto the sneeze, inhaling sharply, eyes shutting as he let out a loud, harsh sneeze that caused the tea to rattle and spill a little bit on his lap. The worst thing is that he knew that that sneeze certainly was not dry in any sense of the word.

“Fuck–Betty im so–” This time Betty did move to the side so he could aim his sneezes elsewhere and sneezed three more times, so harsh and powerful they completely drained him of energy. He was exhausted when he finished.

“Bless you!” Betty exclaimed, competely unfazed by the entire debacle.

“Betty, I’m so so sorry, that was so gross and horrible! I’m so sorry, you’re gonna get sick now, I’m really–”

“Oh my god Jug, stop. It’s fine, honestly. Honestly it was my fault, I didn’t move out of the way, but your pre-sneeze face is just so cute??”

Jughead gagged, “Eugh, how can any aspect of sneezing be cute? But now you’re going to get sick and–”

Betty shrugged, “I was destined to get sick the moment I stepped into this house. It’s fine, Jughead, really. I want to help you.”

Jughead sighed, “I just don’t like it when people are nice to me at their own expense, it makes me feel awful.”

Betty tutted, “Hey, c'mon Jug. You’d do this for me. You’re always such a giver, sometimes you have to be a taker! And stop with this I don’t deserve kindness bullshit, you deserve it just as much as any of us. Now shut your emo ass and let’s watch Inside Out, okay?”

Needless to say, Jughead was right. Betty had done Jughead a good at her own expense, and about three days later Betty had come down with what he had. Granted, her better immune system made the illness not quite as bad as he had it, but the illness was dreadful, so of course it was still miserable.

Jughead made his way up the stairs, still at complete disbelief on how he was even allowed onto the Cooper household. As a child he had never been able to step in, on very few occasions he was, but rarely. Alice didn’t want FP Jones’ son in her house. However, Hal was the only one home, so perhaps that would explain it.

He knocked gently before walking in to see Betty curled up in bed, blankets strewn about as she watched a rom com on her laptop. The room smelled of tea. She was pale and sick looking, but Jughead didn’t really care. He really wasn’t one for appearances anyway.

“Hey, I’m so sorry about this, this cold sucked,” Jughead expressed guiltily.

Betty looked up and when she saw it was him she smiled, “Really, Jughead. It’s not a problem. Actually..as awful and dreadful as this is..My Mom wanted to bring me to some lecture about Good Behaviour and Respect today, and I would actually die if I had to go. Now I have an excuse.”

Jughead scrunched up his nose, “..Yeah..I’m sure this cold isn’t as miserable as that.”

Betty laughed hoarsely and gestured towards her bed, “Here, sit over here. We can continue our Pixar Marathon. You were right, Pixar is great for sick days.”

Jughead grinned, “What are we watching?”

“All the Toy Story’s. Wait, what’s that,” She asked, pointing at Jughead’s hands.

Jughead turned a little red, “..Uh..it’s soup. I figured that it was only right since you got me soup. Um, it’s not that special or as nice as your soup. I-it’s Campbell’s, actually, but uh..”

“Its soup,” Betty chuckled and took the bowl from him and dug in. She coughed softly, and moved over a little to give Jughead some space.

“It’s not bad,” Betty commented.

Jughead shrugged, “You’re just saying that so I don’t tell Veronica you said she was short.”

Betty laughed, “But she is. She’s like a little cupcake, adorable, but tiny! She can try all she wants to be tall with killer heels, but there’s no escaping the fact she’s a tiny little fairy!”

As she finished her sentence, Jughead pressed ‘stop recording’ on his phone.

“Jug..oh my god, Jug! Delete that!” She squealed.

“No way, Josè!” Jughead laughed, as the two began to play fight and ended up a giggling pile of mess.

#jughead jones #betty cooper #archie andrews #fred andrews #riverdale #platonic bughead #sickfic #prompts #i loved this one so much omg

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laurelwinchester · 7 years

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Today is April 6th. It's the one year anniversary of Laurel's death. I miss her so much i can't believe she's really gone and it still hurts this much. :( Anyways I've been reading How the light Gets In again and I'M SO HAPPY THAT STORY EXISTS. Do you know when the next update will be?

today is a dark day, anon. i’ve kind of been trying to ignore it but i definitely feel that sadness too. i miss her. but it’s nice to see that people still love her just as much as they did back then. i think it’s nice to know that even though it’s been a year, none of that love has gone away. there are still fics, still art and gifsets and edits and fanmixes. the laurel lance fandom is still very, very alive. i think that’s something to take comfort in. :)

and hey! i’m happy to hear that you’ve been enjoying htlgi and that maybe it’s filling a little bit of that void! i can’t say for sure when the next update is going to be but ideally i’d like it to be before the end of the month. that’s the goal. i wanted to have it up for today but that did not happen.

in the meantime, because today is what it is and because i’m sad i don’t have anything to post for today, here’s a little preview of the next chapter:

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How the Light Gets InPart Three (Preview)

April, 2014

“And how are you feeling otherwise?” She sounds cautious just asking the question, and Bea Drake never sounds cautious.

Laurel watches worry seep into her grandmother’s grayish-blue eyes. It’s the same look she gave her when she learned about her panic attacks. Laurel glances back down at Mary, just so she can tear herself away from the concern burning bright in Grandma’s eyes. She tried so hard to keep her pain a secret from her grandmother, to spare her the burden of watching her granddaughter unravel. She should have known that would never work. She has never been able to keep secrets from her grandmother. The unpleasant feeling in her gut, easily recognizable as guilt, gnaws away at her insides. “I’m…” She pauses. She tries to come up with something to say. “I’m getting better.”

She’s not sure what else she can say. She could lie and say she’s healed completely and that nothing like that will ever happen again. She could say that she’ll never again splinter apart, that she will always be able to recover, to make it over the mountain, but there’s just no way of knowing if that’s the truth. She could say that her mind is no longer a battlefield, except that it has been a place of wreckage for twenty-nine years. She’s alive. That’s all she can offer. She’s here, and she’s still breathing. Is that not good enough?

She’s thinking of taking up smoking again like she did after the boat went down. There’s an ugly little thing inside of her telling her that if she trades one addiction for another, if she dies slowly instead of all at once, maybe no one will try to stop her. Cigarettes make her sick but she could be a smoker, she thinks. Maybe a part of her would even welcome the sickness. Except that Dean used to smoke when he was younger, long before her, before any of it, back when there was just bars and back alleys and the open road. She could be a smoker but she doesn’t want to remind him of those wide open spaces she’s keeping him from. That is her selfisness. She doesn’t want him to know that the world is waiting for him because she doesn’t want him to leave. She is not a back alley he can walk away from.

These days, she’s traded drinking and Xanax for a lot of intense counseling. It doesn’t give her a high or numb her into oblivion but it fills some of the spaces. It kills the time. She goes to therapy. She attends AA meetings almost every day. If all she can hear is the roar and her hands are shaking and she can’t remember why she quit, she goes twice a day. She’s started working out again - she goes to the gym on Fridays, yoga on Saturdays, she jogs every morning. She’s eating healthier. She’s gained back some of the weight she lost. She’s back at work, throwing herself into every case, more determined than ever to save the world. (Hey, if she doesn’t, who will?)

She is rebuilding. She is coming home. She no longer stifles screams under the hot spray of the shower because everything hurts and she can’t make it stop. She is able to smile now, and make it real. She kisses her husband, she sings her daughter to sleep, she has lunch with friends, and she is working on repairing things with Sara. She feels something other than the hurt now. The misery is quieter. It’s still there, it has always been there, but it’s quieter. The raging sea inside of her has calmed dow now. She thinks she could be healing. She thinks this might be what recovery feels like.

She’d like to give credit where credit’s due and thank Dean for saving her life that night but every time she tries, he just looks at her oddly and says, “What did I do? This survival is yours. You’re the one who did all the hard work. You decided to stay, Laur. I didn’t make that choice for you.”

How is she?

Well, it’s simple, really. She’s got a restless, reckless heart and her bones still ache every day but she is learning to be grateful.

She made it through February. She made it through March. Now she just has to make it through April and every month after that. She thinks she can find a reason to do that.

“It’s been a long year,” she says, raising her head. It’s been a long life. She smiles then, pulls her lips back into this wide grin, tests it out until it feels like it fits, and adds on, softly, genuinely, “Today was a good day.”

Her grandmother smiles back. She leans across to bring her hand to Laurel’s cheek. “I’m glad.”

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