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justice4daisyjohnson · 2 years

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pretty princess

mom!wanda maximoff x reader

warning: unedited, i wrote this in 20 mins

summary: the one day you come home to a silent house

a/n: it is ridiculous how hard i had to search for a wanda smiling gif

word count: 832

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you didn't have a particular hard day at the avengers tower today, but you were ready to see your wife and little girl, to hug and squeeze them, to cuddle with them and watch a movie, to watch them fall asleep on you.

you had built the life you had dreamed of since you were seventeen.

now, married to the one and only wanda maximoff.

marrying wanda was the best decision you have made. you are the most happy you have ever been. knowing now that you are all okay, married, with a cute little baby girl, would put your seventeen year old mind to ease.

you worked at the avengers tower for years, it's where you met wanda. they all felt like family and respected eachother as family as well.

when you married wanda, you two decided to buy a house in the quiet part of new york. where you could have a yard with one or two dogs, where your kids could run around and lose energy.

you let wanda pick everything, everything was to wanda's liking and you did whatever she asked you to do. you put in a couple of suggestions but for the most part, wanda was in control.

wanda wanted a garden? you would search up the tools for it.

wanda wants an outdoor bath? you would be the first one in home depo the next morning.

wanda wants a open butterfly garden? you were googling which plants attract butterfly's.

wanda hasn't retired yet as a superhero. she was an on call agent, only going in if it was a disaster.

you on the other hand, spent 50% of your days at home while the rest was at work.

for now almost five years, you have been coming home from work to hear little cute giggles and wanda animatedly talking to your baby girl, alora.

today though, you didn't hear much. only aloras favorite cartoon in the living room.

you got concerned as this was a very rare occasion. only happening when either wanda or alora was sick in bed.

"baby? alora? baby, i'm home" you say, dropping your keys and your bag, now going up stairs to see where they are.

the app on your phone says wanda is at the house, but you haven't heard from her yet.

that's when you saw the light of your master bedroom bathroom was on. the door was shut and you heard light talking.

"wands?" you call out, "i'm coming in"

very quickly, the door locked and you couldn't get in.

"uh, i need you to stay out for a couple minutes" wanda says.

"where's alora?"

it was a couple seconds before you heard giggles and wanda shushing, "she's uh- she's with me"

"babe, come on, what's going on"

"nothing! just wait outside"

you try to wait patiently on the edge of your shared bed but with your line of work and the secrecy wanda has right now doesn't mix well in your stomach.

finally, the door cracks just a bit and wanda's head pops out.

"i'm excited to present to you, alora maximoff- y/l/n!"

your little baby, alora, with her pretty pink tutu skirt , no shoes, and a plain white sleeveless shirt.

"mama!" she yells out as she bounces towards you.

you pick her up and place her on your hip.

"how's my little girl do-" you stop yourself when you see the new changes to her hair.

her strawberry blonde hair has now bangs. you remember her asking for bangs for a couple months but she gave up on asking you and has been bothering wanda about it.

you didn't think wanda would actually let alora have bangs but now that she does, you are surprised to say she looks even more adorable than ever.

"what's this?" you say, lighting touching her bangs

"i got bangs, mama! you like?" she says, smiling brightly.

"oh i love them, my little princess!" you say, hugging her tight and giving her kisses all over her face.

when you felt wanda's hand on your waist is when you stopped.

"i did cut myself" wanda mentions as alora tries to catch her breath.

"you did an amazing job, darling" you say, kissing wanda on the lips before you turn back to wanda.

"i was thinking, what if we have pizza today for dinner?" alora starts cheering, you and wanda laugh at her and you place her down carefully so she can run off to the kitchen.

you finally turn to wanda, looking down at your beautiful wife.

"did you really like how it came out?" wanda asks with her sweetest voice.

"yes, darling. she looks adorable" you confirm and she smiles more.

twirling her hair in your fingers a bit before you meet her eyes again and pull her into a kiss.

wanda's arms wrap around your neck and you grab her thighs to place her on the bed before your hands go to hold her waist.

"mama! mommy!"

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years

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The Best Things ~ J.V. (part 4)

A.n: Lol so things are about to get very Adult Themed up in here. Children do not read thank you. My consious demands it.

Warnings: Light smut, dark themes, mention of rape

Word Count: 4200+

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They shouldn't have been caught as soon as they were... and yet.

The second Jerome and Y/n had gotten outside the fun house, they'd been overrun by cops. The two had made it pretty far, but then someone had tackled Y/n from behind. The boy had been surprised when, from his spot on the ground, he heard Jerome's voice of all people scream his name. The redhead had paused, allowing another cop to take him down as well. Now they were being transported. Jerome, to Arkham, and Y/n just to regular jail. They hadn't determined him criminally insane yet, though it seemed to be going that direction as Y/n and Jerome spent the entire ride flirting with each other and cracking up at each other's jokes. They'd only quieted when each of the cops in the back with them held two guns to Y/n and Jerome respectively, threatening them. Jerome hadn't been that quiet or still for a while.

Y/n was the first to be escorted out of the back of the truck, arms handcuffed behind him. He was taken into GCPD offices, a smile on his face. One that promptly was wiped clean off when he was pushed inside and Jim Gordon stood waiting for him, Bruce and Alfred on either side of him.

Bruce moved first. He jogged to Y/n, a mixed expression on his face. The last time he'd seen Bruce, they'd been much different people. Y/n had left him behind to train with Penguin- no doubt Gordon had told him about the event, and surely he'd seen Y/n right at Oswald's side ever since. Until tonight, where Y/n had been found with Jerome- considered the worst of all the Gotham psychos.

Despite everything, Bruce seemed to be worried and relieved for the most part. The two boys stopped as they stood in front of each other. Bruce frowned, reaching up to touch his fingers to a wound on Y/n's forehead. It must have been from the tackle. Y/n hadn't noticed until now. "You're hurt." It wasn't a question so Y/n didn't respond back. Jim approached, motioning the officer that had Y/n to follow him. Y/n was pulled away and Bruce was left behind. Y/n ended up in an interrogation room, handcuffed and facing Bullock and Gordon. Y/n knew that Bruce was on the other side of the one sided glass, though, which meant that Alfred was too.

"Y/n," Gordon began. He seemed to pause, as if unsure how to continue.

So Y/n took his cue. "Why am I here? You have Jerome, so you can't be looking for information about him. If you want to determine my psyche and where I should end up, I mean I know I'm amazing but Jim Gordon and Commissioner Bullock? Here for little ol' me? I'm flattered, honestly." Both men looked at each other. It seems they didn't realize just how far lost Y/n was.

This tactic was new to Y/n, too. Oswald had taught him to be silent and unbreakable. Pleasant but unshakable. Like his dad used to be. Nice to talk to, leaving no option to backstab. It had been very different from how Y/n acted when he was just himself.

The cockiness and ease that Y/n exhibited now was a little mix of all the personas he'd most taken to or been taught over the years. There was the complete inhuman unaffectedness that had been taught to him by Angela, mixed with the ease that Oswald had taught him, the charisma he'd absorbed from Jerome in the short time they'd spent together, and his own energy he'd always been able to call on and struggled to hide. He felt like a new person again. A person he loved being.

"We're here because Bruce trusts us," Bullock said as the silence began to stretch. "You're in a safe place now, Y/n. You can talk to us. Tell us anything. Jerome is far away and can't hurt you. You can tell us what happened."

Oh. Y/n snorted. "You guys think Jerome kidnapped me and held me against my will or something?" Bullock cleared his throat. Y/n had always been told that he looked a lot like Bruce. He had differences, obviously, but as children people would try to get his attention thinking he was Bruce. Sometimes his mom would call him by his younger brother's name. Y/n realized it must be a little startling to see the actions he was displaying on a face so similar to his brother's, when Bruce was ever the staple good boy. Bruce would become a cop, if he didn't go into dad's business after all. Y/n would become... something else. It was becoming clearer as he grew older.

"What happened to you?" Jim asked. He was shaken, obviously upset and not quite able to grip the drastic difference in the Y/n he knew versus the boy in front of him.

Y/n rolled his head back, sighing. "A lot." He began bouncing a knee. "Do you want the whole life story?"

Jim crossed his arms. "I've got time."

Y/n chuckled softly. "I mean I have nothing to hide." He pushed his head forward, letting his eyes roam around the otherwise empty, bland room. He counted the cracks in the walls and memorized the paths they took as he spoke, keeping himself calm. This was a tactic he'd learned from therapy. "I mean I had a happy childhood. Parents have their favorites. Gotham had their favorite. Bruce was Mr. Perfect. But people liked me and I had parents who were supportive and loving or whatever, so there's that." He sighed again, closing his eyes. "Then they died. I got to take control of a company I wanted nothing to do with. And you know why?" Y/n opened his eyes, looking Jim directly in the eyes. "Because I was easy to manipulate. I was young and nieve and soft. Easy to bend and break and shape. It was easy to do whatever she wanted when it came from my mouth, because I was a Wayne."

"She?" Jim asked.

Y/n‘s jaw worked. "Angela. Angela Dyer." He swallowed, tasting bitterness in his mouth. "She was new to the business. Had worked there barely four years, which made her a newbie compared to the others who'd been working 20, 50, however some odd years. She was twenty years old. Not even old enough to drink. And she was pretty. Men aren't nice when they want something from a young, pretty girl. Especially in Gotham."

Jim shifted, obviously uncomfortable. "What does she have to do with you?"

"We were fast friends when I started being there. Close in age. Both new. The higher ups just wanted a Wayne present, but with her help I actually made a place for myself. Well-" he snorted. "A place for her. She moved up fast with my help. And all those men who used to walk all over her..." He shrugged. "I didn't ask questions about it."

Bullock's eyes widened."She killed them?"

"I think she just scared the shit out of them. Lots of threats, with me to back her up and hit the yes button when she needed. Manipulation. I think women are better at it than men, on average, but she was the best." His jaw locked and he took a few seconds to loosen it. "Pretty soon we were really close. Really close." He was looking at Bullock now. Training his gaze on the older man's. Drilling a message he didn't want to say. Bullock had gone inhumanly still. "She told me it was our little secret. That she just wanted to reward me after all our hard work."

"You were fourteen," He snapped, his hands curled into fists.

Y/n smiled. He actually smiled. "I didn't know what else to do. Boys don't have those problems. Or so I thought. She climbed the latter and taught me to keep my emotions bottled up. But I wasn't good at it. One day I yelled at her when she tried to... reward me that day." He swallowed. "I freaked out and asked her not to. She kissed me. Told me that she loved me and I loved her and it was okay because obviously I was enjoying it. Told me I couldn't be gay because-"

The room was heavy. "You're..."

"Yeah," Y/n croaked. "Only my parents knew. I haven't even told Alfred or Bruce, but I told her because I didn't want her to do it the first time. Or any other time. Tried to explain that I was gay and I didn't like it. She told me I couldn't be because my body was reacting to it, so obviously I was enjoying it." Y/n swallowed again. His mouth was getting dryer by the second. "One day I told her if she didn't stop I was going to tell someone. She told me that she loved me, like she always did. Except this time, she insisted that she needed me. That she couldn't handle just being friends with me. Told me she would kill herself if I broke up with her. As if we were dating-" His voice broke off, his eyes drilling holes into the wall.

Jim stepped forward. "She didn't-"

"She did." Y/n shook his head. "I thought it was my fault too for a long time, until finally Oswald convinced me otherwise." He shook his head. "I needed to get out of my childhood house. Away from Alfred and Bruce, who I couldn't even begin to explain to. Away from insanity and memories and near death experiences. So I went with Penguin, that night. He made me feel more powerful. More in control of my life. Helped me grow up and discover myself a little." Y/n grew quiet. "Did you know that the body has automatic responses to sexual actions that have nothing to do with pleasure? Me getting off had absolutely nothing to do with whether or not I wanted her to-" He cut off. "Edward Nygma told me that one." His voice was weak and broken. He shrugged. "So there's your sob story, Gordon. That's what happened to me. Now if you'll either send me to jail or let me return to Oswald, that would be appreciated. You see that mayor of yours is kind of my best friend and he's going through a hard time- why are you looking at me like that?"

Gordon and Bullock seemed to be sick to their stomachs. "Y/n..."

"What?" Y/n demanded.

"Oswald has been missing since yesterday. No one's seen him since the interview he ran out on." Y/n went pale. "We'll get on it, I promise, but he's missing." Jim went to step forward to bring some comfort to the handcuffed boy who had obviously been through a lot for it to have all happened in just one day, but Y/n jerked away.

"What are you going to do with me?" Y/n barked. "Jail or release? I need to get out there and do your guys' job for you, and if I have to break out it might take some time."

Jim's eyes widened. "Y/n-"

"Jail or release, Gordon? Tell me. NOW!"

It was quiet for a second. "We're sending you to Arkham." Y/n's jaw went slack. "You've spent all night with Jerome, and you're a close associate with Penguin, who's a known murderer."

"You don't have any proof that I-"

Bullock was suddenly very close to Y/n's face. "Look me in the face and tell me you have never killed a man. That killing wasn't part of your little escape from jail plan? That if we release you you won't turn around and go after whatever the cause of Penguin's disappearance and kill them too? Tell me that you don't agree with the way Jerome thinks and does things. I'll let you go."

Y/n felt rage. Rage like nothing else. Like he hadn't felt in a long time. Oswald has taught him how to control and hone that red feeling that had once seized him. Usually he could cultivate it into a weapon. Now... now it was freely causing havoc inside him again and he wanted to scream. "You wanna play friend but then keep me from helping the people I care about." Y/n spit in his face, causing the older man to jerk away, wiping it off. "Fuck you, Bullock."

Bullock looked at Gordon. "He didn't say it."

Jim nodded his head. "I can't believe you tried to escape and attack Commissioner Gordon right in front of me, Y/n."

"What-?" And then Jim punched him in the face and everything went black.

When Y/n woke up, he was in a different room. Similar but obviously not the same. He sat up and looked down to see that he was in a prison jumpsuit, but it was black and white striped instead of orange. Fittingly, the room he was in was grey cement and bare, with a bed that he now lay on, another across from him, a small window slightly above him, and steel, black bars instead of a door. Was this Arkham? It wasn't as bad as Y/n had thought- at least as far as living conditions went. There didn't seem to be rats or bugs or leaking. He could get used to this.

The door opened. "Ah and how lucky for you to be awake just in time for lunch." It was an officer that Y/n didn't recognize. The man was much older and seemed to be annoyed even as he smiled. "You've been out for a whole day. Didn't think you were gonna make it." Y/n got the sense the guard was disappointed he had.

Standing silently, Y/n followed as the guard motioned him. He was unsure of how this place worked, so he moved tentatively. Calm but ready. Standing to his full height, eyes moving carefully as he stayed aware of his surroundings. His face was a sort of collected calm and he moved slowly at first, only speeding it up when the guard shoved something in his back. Probably a baton.

The two men ended up in a large room at the end of the hallway which was filled with tables that had benches attached to them. "This is the Big Room," the guard told Y/n lazily. "You eat here mostly, but you can go here for free time too, unless you want to stay in your cell." There was a door that lead into the Big Room. It opened loudly, causing every eye to be drawn to the two new people entering. "Good luck," the officer purred. "You seem like a calm one. They eat calm ones up in here." Then the officer stepped back and the door closed and Y/n was alone.

He looked around the room for an open seat, suddenly feeling like he was in high school again. He didn't have a clique. He didn't have somewhere to sit. He didn't know how this system of people worked. What if he sat with the wrong person and literally got murdered? Was there a chance the guards cared about the inmates enough to save their life? Y/n doubted it, if the guard from earlier was any indication.

Thoughts were cut off as an excited, "Y/N!" sounded. The called boy looked over to see red hair and a ginormous grin. Instantly Y/n switched gears, a smile of his own rising to his face. Jerome threw his arm over Y/n's shoulders. The Wayne boy tried not to get too giddy about the gesture as the redhead moved back to the table he must have been sitting at before Y/n came in. "You know I didn't think you'd end up in here too. Does that make you crazy after all?" He snorted, obviously amused by the idea of either of them being unsound of mind. Or maybe that was just another Jerome thing. Perhaps he just found insanity and instability funny.

"In the eyes of the people," Y/n answered.

Jerome tittered excitedly. "We're gonna have so much fun! They're so quiet and dull, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come."

"You're a clever man, J." Y/n's voice was solid, even as his eyes were trained to Jerome and his smile was so wide it already hurt. "I'm sure you would have thought of something."

Someone scoffed. "Are you flirting with him?"

The man was big- both wide and tall- and bald. He looked scary, and also like an idiot. He had that simple minded vibe. Like he could hit, and that's all he could do. Not that it invalidated just how good he could hit though...

"What if I am?" Y/n met the man's eyes directly. He felt a surge of confidence with Jerome next to him.

Jerome hooked Y/n's chin as the men stared each other down. "Eyes on me now, doll." He winked and Y/n relaxed, smiling. "What are we gonna do first?"

Y/n rose an eyebrow, smirking in amusement. "What is there to do in a prison for the criminally insane?"

Jerome laughed. It suddenly cut off and the redhead was invading Y/n's space significantly. "Your imagination is the limit, really."

Y/n suddenly had a very active imagination. He cleared his throat but didn't move his gaze from Jerome, even though he wanted to. He could feel his face on fire and he wanted to shift away. Give himself space to breathe. It was very hot and it was becoming burdensome and annoying. Y/n had never once been this attracted to a single person. He'd had crushes- which is how he knew he was gay- but nothing serious. Nothing commanding and controlling. Why now, when he was most sure he never wanted to feel this way? Why here, when he was locked up and his best friend was missing after being betrayed by his love? Why now when Y/n should have been most against romance and most focused on finding Oswald and making sure his friend was okay, was he so smitten by this psychotic redhead?

Fuck it. Y/n wasn't getting out anytime soon- what was even the point of anything other than just giving in?

"I could think of a few things." Someone groaned, but Jerome's grin was enough to chase Y/n's shame away completely.

"Maybe I could pull off something special for you," Jerome mused. "Just once."

Looking away finally, Y/n sat down. "I heard it was lunchtime. Maybe we could start there." Jerome plopped down, eagerness unperturbed. If Y/n was being honest, his own enthusiasm was also unfazed. He didn't know what Jerome was thinking, but he was down for whatever. As long as it involved any single one of the things he was currently thinking about.

Y/n didn't expect Jerome to get it planned and done so soon.

It was dark and Y/n lay in his bed, looking at the ceiling. The guard had told him he'd be getting a roommate eventually when they were sure of how stable he was and how capable he would be and with who and blah blah blah blah blah-

For all their talk about safety, Y/n was only minority surprised to see the door open only to reveal Jerome Valeska strolling inside, the door closing behind him. "Miss me?"

Y/n grinned, chuckling softly as he rolled his eyes. "You're my cellmate?"

"The one and only." Jerome moved closer then seemed to hesitate and moved away instead. He went to the other bed, plopping down and crossing his legs before laying back, his hands behind his head and his smirk wide and charming. "You're quite interesting, Y/n. Are you aware?"

Y/n shrugged. "Not really."

Jerome narrowed his eyes, not smirking anymore. He obviously didn't like to be contradicted. "Why not?"

"People usually prefer my brother," Y/n explained casually, settling back down in his bed as Jerome had. When Jerome didn't speak up again, Y/n continued. "I guess he's more responsible and put together. He's gonna make it in the world, and it's nice to see such motivation in such a young lad." The last sentence he said each word with dripping sarcasm. "He's a genius and he's driven and I'm... Y/n Wayne. My parents were cool, don't get me wrong, but everyone's made it perfectly clear that Bruce has always been and always will be the preferred brother." Y/n looked over to Jerome smiling, only for it to drop upon seeing Jerome's expression. "What?"

Jerome stood. He moved with that same fluidity, except now it was very intimidating. Less like a showman and more like a predator stalking its prey, getting far too close for comfort. "I know what you mean. Younger brothers are the worst." His tone was dark now, and low. He lips turned up but it seemed in a sneer rather than enjoyment.

"You have a younger brother?" Y/n asked, sitting up in surprise.

Jerome's jaw worked. He looked at Y/n, moving close as he usually did. Invading Y/n's space as always. "Are you and Bruce twins?"

"I'm two years older," Y/n answered immediately. "Why?"

"Jeremiah and I are twins." He shook his head. "Now I'm bored. Entertain me, Y/n."

Y/n was suddenly breathless as Jerome lay down, spread out on Y/n's bed. Y/n swallowed, moving to hover over him. He usually topped, but this was Jerome Valeska. Y/n had thought... this would have gone differently, at least. "Undo the jumper," Jerome commanded evenly. Y/n obeyed, dragging the zipper down. Jerome kicked off the cheap shoes he was wearing as Y/n tugged the jumper down. Jerome lay in a muscle shirt and boxers. "Have you ever pleased someone else before?" Y/n nodded. "Men?" Y/n nodded again. While with Penguin, Y/n had had the pick of the litter. Anyone he wanted. He'd had a few, though they still didn't measure up to Jerome. "Consensual?"

Y/n swallowed. "I've had consensual sex with men before, yes."

Jerome rose an eyebrow, obviously sensing the bit of information Y/n was holding back. Thankfully he didn't push. Probably because he didn't want to damper the mood again. "Show me what you know, Sweetheart." So Y/n did.

Throughout the whole ordeal, every time Y/n did something Jerome didn't like, the older boy immediately corrected him. Y/n knew that what he was doing was good enough - he'd gotten people off plenty of times before - but Jerome seemed to be pushing Y/n's buttons. Being specific and picky and demanding. Seeing where Y/n's line was. How obedient he could be. There wasn't anything Y/n had refused to do thus far. Finally Jerome pressed his head back into the bed, his eyes closed and his lips parted. His fingers curled into Y/n's short hair and he spoke quietly, trying to not alert anyone outside who would stop them while trying to keep Y/n under control and finish at the same time.

Men were much easier than woman. It didn't take much to finish Jerome once he was there. He groaned very quietly, his breath hitching and his lower body pressing into Y/n's mouth more, where it had ended up. Y/n let him ride it out then swallowed, leaning back with a grin on his face.

"How was that?"

Jerome sat up, wiping something off the corner of Y/n's lip. He pressed his finger into Y/n's mouth, his smile widening when Y/n sucked it clean. "You're good. I expected you to be less experienced."

"I doubt I'm experienced as much as I'm a fast learner and really good at following directions." Jerome hummed before stretching then moving to redress. Y/n deflated. Jerome giggled when he saw Y/n's shoulder sag. "You want something too, hm?" Y/n swallowed, nodding. "Well, since you were a good boy..." Jerome motioned Y/n closer and the younger boy immediately stood. Y/n went to kiss him but Jerome jerked away. "None of that." His fingers found purchase resting around Y/n's throat. Not squeezing, but playing at the idea. "No distractions. I have to focus." He winked and forced Y/n to turn around, knocking the breath out of the dark haired boy's lungs.

Y/n had always known there was something almost intoxicating about Jerome. Addicting. His smile. The look he got in his eye- especially when he was horny, or when he was really into a joke. The way Jerome held Y/n or pushed or pulled him around. The raw charisma he had, that allowed him to grab a room and keep it completely under control. His easy attitude. His arms and hands and hair and lips. The way Jerome had demanded and kept Y/n's attention even when the boy was repressed due to trauma. Jerome was magic. He could do anything. He was good at everything. He was great at a few things too. Murder. Acting. Being true to himself. Carry out promises.

Fucking. Jerome was really good at that, too.

The boy was setting something off in Y/n and it seemed the more time passed, the less capable Y/n was of going back to the life he had, even just with Oswald. Everyone seemed so impossibly far, but suddenly Jerome was the only person that mattered. Y/n was falling and honestly, he didn't even care.

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julesthxmas · 7 years

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i have a prompt for chetty: it's an established relationship but they haven't told anyone yet except for veronica who caught them making out behind pop's so they had to come clean. so it's vixens practive and cheryl decides to put betty on top of a pyramid bc she worked her ass off and absolutely deserves it. and it's all good betty is up there and cheryl means to say "you are doing amazing, betty" but what actually comes out is "you are doing amazing, baby". on cue the pyramid crumbles. tyvm

i have been working on this on and off since i got it and just thank u for this prompt?? i looked at it, read it and loved it so i hope you like what i put out! thank you again for the prompt!

Cheryl Blossomcan point out a few defining moments in her life without any trouble.

When she’s sixand realizes that, out of the two of them, most people including their parentswould always love her twin more. When she’s eight and her mom tries to hit heronly to have Jason take it for her only to come to the conclusion that the onlyperson to love Cheryl is her brother. When she’s eleven and she realizes that asharp tongue and cold stares would protect her better than a soft heart andkind thoughts ever could. When’s she’s sixteen and she loses her brother, herprotector, and her parents go from awful to deadly. When she’s seventeen andshe falls in love with a girl, a Cooper,of all people.

So how acheerleading practice ends up being tacked on to that list is, honestly, beyondher.

It starts thesummer before junior year–she’s not exactly sure how it starts because, foryears, it’s only ever been a very strong dislike between herself and BettyCooper. Not that she exactly blames Betty because, yeah, Cheryl’s been gunningfor the ‘biggest bitch’ award sincethey were eleven and the blonde’s taken a lot of shit from her since then.

And then, onenight after a lot of cheap booze, she ends up straddling the blonde in the backof her own old car with her shirt off and everything kind of just–shifts.

Cheryl gets awaywith fooling herself for a solid month that it’s just about sex and that warmfeeling in her chest is nothing and that when school starts, whatever is goingon between herself and Betty will cease and they’ll never speak of it again.And then she sees Betty crying one day (fucking Alice Cooper is on Cheryl’slist for the rest of miserable life) and the redhead feels her heart just plainbreak at seeing her favorite blueeyes filled with tears.

Everything justchanges, yet again, after that.

And then fourmonths into their hidden relationship, Veronica, catches them behind Pop’s withCheryl’s hand shoved up Betty’s shirt while the blonde has her own hand shoveddown Cheryl’s skirt.

It goes withsaying that Veronica is immediately sworn to secrecy by them both.

Anyways, back towhat is now known as ‘the practice’among the River Vixens (and they call Cheryl dramatic).

“Okay, ladies”Cheryl stands in front of all the girls, all of them half worn down alreadyfrom the first thirty minutes of their practice “I’m feeling generous today–” read: she and Bettyhave plans that involve the both her and the blonde still having enough energyto have fun in Cheryl’s king sized bed “We’re gonna through one more cheer andthen all of you wannabes can go shower, wash them shame off of yourselves andgo home and wonder just why you’ll never live up to anyone’s standards, gotit?” a beat because when Cheryl asks a question, she’s not actually asking fora response “Great. So we’re gonna do our usual game cheer and end in a pyramid”the girls start to move, ready to start so they can all go home when Cherylsighs “Oh yeah and there’s gonna be just a teeny tiny change–Maddy, you’re offthe top, Betty you’re in”

Betty’s eyesbulge out of her head “I–what?”

“You’re in”Cheryl cocks her head to the side “Don’t think I haven’t seen you working yourass off since last year, Cooper. I’ve noticed and now you’re being rewarded,don’t make me regret it”

Of course,Veronica is eyeing her a little suspiciously but all Cheryl can do is roll hereyes and go to stand between Tina and Ginger because Betty’s oral skills havenothing to do with her being put on top (no matter how fucking amazing they areand trust, they are amazing).

In truth, Betty has been working her ass offsince becoming a River Vixen and everyone can see it and it’s just about timethat she’s rewarded for working harder than most of the girls on the squad.

And if the factthat she’s kind of in love with (read: ass first in love with) Betty helpsCheryl make that decision, then whatever.

“Okay!” she yellsout “Impress me” as soon as she stops speaking, Ginger presses the play buttonon the old stereo they use for practice.

At first,everything goes off without a hitch–a pretty standard cheer with everyonedoing everything they should be doing. Cheryl looks a little worried as shewatches her blonde girlfriend lock her knees as she reaches the top of thepyramid, she moves from her place to walk towards the pyramid to inspect it.

And then shefucks up.

She means to yellout ‘You’re doing amazing, Betty!’ because she is, she’s not shaking, shedoesn’t look scared, her smile is still perfect and in place–so, of course,Cheryl is going to compliment her, she doles out compliments to her RiverVixens when they deserve and she feels Betty deserves it–but her brain must short circuit for a second because what comesout is “you’re doing amazing, baby!”

And, of course,the whole fucking pyramid crashes as soon as the word slips.

She sees Bettycrumble in on herself as soon as she realizes what was just happening, probablyto avoid crashing backwards onto the blue mat that are supposed to provide somekind of comfort but don’t because Riverdale High is cheap and hasn’t bought newones since the damn school opened.

After that it’s just a mess of yellow shirtsand black shorts with groans mixed in.

“Shit” she turnsaround “Fucking turn the music off!” Ginger looks in shock but quickly snaps todoing what Cheryl tells her to do, areflex if anything. The redhead walks towards the mess of people and tries tonot just scream at them while restraining herself from yelling for Bettybecause there is no need to make this whole situation worse.

“Betty!” Veronicavoices her own concern, loudly and without care being no one looks twice at abest friend being concerned for the other “Hey, you okay?” Cheryl feels herarms ache as Veronica gathers the blonde up in a tight hug, worry etched on herfeatures while fear grips Cheryl’s heart.

“Yeah, yeah–”she briefly locks eyes with Cheryl and nods, barely easing the knot in theredhead’s stomach “I’m okay”

“Are you sure?”Cheryl takes a step closer, hyperaware of how everyone is looking at herclosely “Do you want to go to the nurse's’ office?” she tries to be neutral butthe worry in her eyes is as plain as day and she knows it.

Betty shakes herhead and grips Veronica’s arm as she tries to haul herself up but stopshalfway, her face twisted together in a grimace. Veronica quickly stands up andallows the blonde to lean against her “B?”

“Sorry, I just–”Betty lets out a short breath, a defeated look on her face “I think I sprainedmy ankle”

Cheryl feels herstomach churn with guilt–maybe Betty hadn’t been as ready as she thought. Shewhirls around and faces the rest of the girls who pulled themselves up “Out! Practice is over!” she snaps, usingthe anger she has for herself and directs at the girls who dropped her girl inthe first place.

Everyone stumblesfor a second as they all snap to follow orders, crashing into each other asthey gather their bags and run out of the gym as fast as their feet can carrythem, some already tapping out a message to their friends. Ginger and Tinalinger behind for a second but with a glare from Cheryl, they follow suit andrush out of the gym.

The redheadsighs, rubs her temples feeling a headache already forming and turns back toBetty, a softer look in place “I–is it bad? And don’t lie”

“No, no, I don’tthink so” Cheryl moves over to the blonde’s side and grips Betty’s waist, asilent ‘lean on me’ “I’m good, Cher”

Veronica clearsher throat “I’ll give you two a minute” she squeezes Betty’s shoulder “I’ll beoutside if you need me, alright?” she gives Cheryl a soft smile, an encouragingone before plucking her bag off the floor and going outside.

As soon as thedoor lets out an audible ‘thunk’ asit shuts close, Cheryl lets out a cross between a huff and a groan “God, areyou–are you sure you’re okay?”

Betty nods andgestures over to the chairs that Cheryl, Tina and Ginger usually sit on whilebossing everyone else around “Just–I need to sit down for a sec”

“Yeah, yeah,c’mon” the redhead helps her injured girlfriend to one of the chairs and easesher down as gently as she can. After making sure she’s situated, Cheryl kneelsdown in front of the blonde and looks down at Betty’s ankle, her nose scrunchingtogether “I’m pretty sure you were right about the sprain” she reaches over andgrabs the other chair and yanks it over so it’s close to them both “prop it up.I’m gonna ask Veronica to grab the nurse”

Cheryl’s about torise to her feet and run over to the door when Betty’s hand shoots out andgrabs the redhead’s wrist causing Cheryl to look back, confusion etched on herface “Hey, you know, this wasn’t your fault, right?”

“I–” Cherylhuffs “I know” she doesn’t–not really because if she just would’ve kept hermouth shut, then her Betty wouldn’t be sitting in a chair with a sprainedankle. Betty tries to urge her down but Cheryl shakes her head “Let me tellVeronica to call the nurse and then you can sit me down and mother me about howit’s not my fault” the blonde chuckles and nods, letting go of Cheryl’s wrist.

The redheadquickly runs over the door, pushes it open a crack, whispers something and thenis closing the door again. She walks back over to her girlfriend with a frownin place and sighs “okay, lay it on me”

Betty grabs herhand and gently urges Cheryl back down and pushes some of her red hair awayfrom her face “don’t feel bad–” Chery opens to her mouth, to argue but Bettyshakes her head “Ah. A slip of the tongue shouldn’t have caused the whole thingto crumble. This isn’t on you”

Cheryl lets out asigh and settles on her knees, her hands placed on either of Betty’s thighs “Ishould–I should’ve been more careful” a beat “If I just would’ve watched andnot opened my damn mouth–” she closes her eyes and and rubs at her temples“god, this is my fault” guilt causesher stomach to churn, making her feel like she could throw up from being thecause of Betty’s getting hurt.

“Hey, no, it’snot” Betty cups Cheryl’s face, her thumb gently stroking her jaw “You didn’tlose balance or let go–this isn’t on you”

“Yeah, you tellkeep telling yourself that”

Betty chucklesand leans forward, placing a soft kiss on Cheryl’s forehead, while usually shewas definitely the more ‘submissive’ onein the relationship, sometimes her girl just needs to be taken care of too.

Even if Betty isthe one with sporting a sprained ankle.

“I will and Iwill keep telling you till you get so annoyed with me that you finally just letme have this one”

Cheryl cocks herhead, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth “I don’t give up easily, youknow that”

“Yeah, well,neither do I” her hands drop to Cheryl’s shoulders, rubbing them softly “Youknow that” a beat “c’mere” she tugs her girlfriend close “I need a hug”

“No you don’t.You’re just trying to con me for affection so you can lower my defenses and getme to agree”

“We both know Idon’t need to con you for anything, you’re a cuddle bug and you can’t deny it”Betty smiles as Cheryl narrows her eyes at the blonde “now c’mere” she tugsCheryl again, this time with no resistance from the redhead and wraps her armsaround Cheryl’s neck while the redhead’s go and wrap around Betty’s waist.

Betty rests herchin on her girlfriend’s head as Cheryl squeezes Betty softly “I’m sorry” shesays after a quiet moment “I never would’ve put you up there if I knew that wasgoing to happen”

“That’s what youdon’t have to be sorry, Cher” the blonde places a kiss to the crown of Cheryl’shead “You didn’t put me up there to hurt me and you didn’t let go of me–youhave nothing to be sorry for”

Cheryl tilts herhead back so she’s looking up at the blonde, her eyes so much softer thananyone has seen them, a softness they possess only when Betty’s around “still”

Betty leans downand presses a soft kiss against Cheryl’s mouth, nothing passionate and heavy.Just sweet and filled with a love that makes Cheryl’s head spin most days.Betty pulls back and presses her forehead against Cheryl’s “love you” shemumbles softly as the redhead’s heart jumps in her chest–they don’t say itoften, both just a little too out of touch with their emotions and how to dealwith them so when they do say, it still feels like the first time all overagain.

“Love you too”Cheryl surges up and presses another kiss to Betty’s mouth just as Veronicapushes the door open and grins at the scene in front of her that is CherylBlossom wrapped in her best friend’s arms–she lets the door close behind heras softly as she can get it to and decides to give them a little while longerbefore telling them the nurse is on her way.

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