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stephstars08 · 6 months

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Monster ~ Chapter Four

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Death, Angst, Fluff, Jason being sweet but also cheesy, and Possible Grammar Errors.

Word Count: 2,198

In the past one week and a half Jason has blown Y/N off four times. He’s not ditching her on purpose, it’s just every time he makes plans with her something happens crime related to the Joker. He knows Y/N is extremely pissed at him because he’s been constantly calling and texting her and she isn’t answering.

Jason knew the only way to get in contact with her is to see her person, so he decided to drive to her job on his motorcycle. He pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot and parked it into a spot not too far from the front doors. He turned off his vehicle and got off of it.

As he made his way inside the diner, he took off his helmet. Jason’s eyes scanned the diner and Y/N was nowhere to be seen but he did recognize Jennifer from the other night who was standing behind the counter. Jason walked over to her and put his helmet on the counter.

“Hey, um it’s Jennifer, right?” Jason said getting her attention. “Yeah.” Jennifer answered with a nod. “I’m Jason. Y/N’s friend. I’m not sure if she’s told you about me.” Jason said to her. “I know who you are.” Jennifer said folding her arms over her chest. Jason could tell right away that Y/N told her about all the times he’s stood her up. “Is she here? I really need to talk to her.” Jason said hoping she doesn’t just walk away from him or cuss him out. Jennifer let out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I’ll go get her.” Jennifer told him and made her way to the back.

Jason waited patiently at the counter. He’s hoping she comes out and hears him out. He wants to tell her about his vigilante life, but he knows with the Joker still alive it isn’t safe so once he gets rid of that crazy bastard he’ll tell her everything.

When he saw Y/N walk into the room his eyes let up. As she walked over to him, he could see the hurt in her beautiful eyes. “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked him in a stern tone as she folded her arms over her chest. “I wanted to come here and tell you how sorry I am for ditching you.” Jason told her with a sincere look in his crystal-like blue eyes.

“Jason, if you don’t have time for us then just tell me and I’ll back off.” Y/N told him with frustration. “We can just go back to being complete strangers.” She added as tears started to form in her eyes which made his heart ache. “No, I don’t want that.” Jason told her shaking his head. That’s the last thing he wanted. “I don’t want that either but every time we make plans something comes up!” Y/N said still with frustration as a couple tears streamed down her face. “Please, just give me one more chance.” Jason said in a pleading tone. “What if something comes up?” Y/N said looking away from him. “Don’t worry.” Jason reassured her as he reached over the counter and took one of her hands which made her look back up at him. “I don’t want to lose you.” Jason said in a soft tone using his other hand to wipe away her tears. “I don’t want to lose you.” Y/N said to him.

“When’s the next night you are free?” He asked her. “Saturday.” Y/N answered with a sigh. “Perfect because I have a perfect place, we can go for our first date.” Jason said with a small smile. Y/N was taken by surprise when he said the word ‘date’. “Date?” Y/N said in a shocked tone. “Yeah, is that okay?” He asked her with a raised eyebrow. “It’s perfect!” Y/N said with a nod as her lips turned up into a smile. “Pick you up at seven-thirty.” Jason said letting go of her cheek. Y/N gave him a nod since she was just in awe of him at this moment. She can’t lie, she’s been waiting for this moment ever since the day she met him.

Jason gave her hand a light kiss which made her heart rate speed up. “See you Saturday, sweetheart.” Jason said letting go of her hand. Y/N watched him pick his helmet off the counter and walk out the glass doors. “See ya.” Y/N said in awe.

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That night Red Hood was standing on a rooftop talking to someone on the phone. He was using his earpiece in his helmet that was connected to his phone. “Dick please! Just let me know if anything big crime related happens Saturday night.” Red Hood said. “But why?” He heard his older brother ask again for like the hundredth time. “I’m going out with an old friend.” Red Hood told his nosey brother. He cringed when he heard him gasp. “You finally asked Y/N out?” He heard Dick say with excitement in his voice. “I’m so proud of you little wi-“ Dick started but he cut him off before he could call him that stupid nickname he gave him ever since they became adoptive brothers. “Shut it!” Red Hood snapped in annoyance.

“Just cover for me on Saturday!” He added in a demanding tone. “Okay, sheesh.” He heard Dick tell him. Red Hood heard a familiar voice from down below say goodbye to someone. When he looked down below he saw that the voice belonged to Y/N. She just got off from work. “Gotta go.” Red Hood said and hung up the call.

Ever since that night he first ran into Y/N as Red Hood any chance he gets he watches her walk home. He doesn’t know what he would do if something happened to her. Yes, he told her she can defend herself but he still worries. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop watching her walk down the sidewalk. When Y/N took an unexpected turn he lost sight of her. “Shit!” Red Hood hissed as he picked up the pace. Before he could land onto the next building, he slipped which made him fall into an open dumpster in an alleyway.

“Fuck!” Y/N heard someone say in the alleyway she just walked past. She turned back around, looked into the alleyway to see Red Hood getting out of a dumpster. “What the hell is with you?” Y/N asked him in a stern tone. “I’m fine, thanks for your concern.” Red Hood said as he dusted himself off. Y/N rolled her eyes at him. “I’m not stupid.” She told him as she folded her arms over her chest.

“Ever since that night we ran into each other you have been following me home.” She added which made Red Hood’s heart speed up. “Yeah, um that does sound creepy.” Red Hood said in a nervous tone. “Yeah, it is!” Y/N hissed as she wore a glare on her face.

“Listen, you are a beautiful girl and I just want to make sure that you get home safe.” Red Hood told her which made her roll her eyes again. “I’m a grown woman! I can protect myself!” Y/N told him in a stern tone.

“Go back to threatening those shitty drug dealers.” She told him and walked away. Red Hood sighed as he watched her walk down the sidewalk.

Everyday it’s gets harder and harder for him to hide his identity from her.

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Jason parked his motorcycle outside of Y/N’s apartment building. He took off his helmet and walked inside. This has to be the first time he’s ever walked into this building through the door. He walked upstairs to Y/N’s apartment number. He knocked on the door and waited patiently.

When the door opened there stood Y/N wearing blue jeans, a blank Y/F/C shirt, with a jean jacket over it. She was also wearing a nice pair of sneakers that were the same color as her t-shirt. Jason told her to not get all dressed up since the place he’s taking her doesn’t require her to get all glammed up. Jason was pretty much wearing the same thing as her but instead of a Y/F/C shirt he was wearing a blank red shirt with a leather jacket instead of a jean jacket. He has on a pair of black leather boots as well.

“Are you ready?” Jason asked her. “Yep, just need to grab my purse.” Y/N told him reaching for her purse that was hanging up on a hanger. She took her keys out of it and walked out of the apartment shutting the door. She used her keys to lock the door. After checking to make sure that it’s locked she put her keys back into her purse and slung the long strap over her head and around her body.

“Lead the way.” She told him with an excited smile. Jason returned the smile as he took one of her hands in his and walked her down the steps and outside to his motorcycle. “Here, you can wear my helmet.” Jason said handing her his helmet. “But what about you?” Y/N asked taking the helmet. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” He reassured her with a wink which made the butterflies in her stomach go into a frenzy.

As she put on the helmet Jason got onto his motorcycle and started it up. Y/N got onto the vehicle right behind him. She wrapped both of her arms around his torso. “Hold onto me tight.” He told her. She did what he told her to do. Jason pulled his motorcycle out of the parking spot and sped down the road. Jason let out a chuckle when he heard her let out a little squeak. She could feel her heart beat out of her chest but I wasn’t out of fright, it was beating with excitement. If her parents knew that she was riding on the back of a motorcycle with Jason fucking Todd, she knows they would be flipping the fuck out.

Jason pulled his motorcycle into the parking lot of the Gotham bowling alley. When he parked his bike and turned it off Y/N’s eyes went wide when she saw the big sign that was lit up in red and white. “Oh my gosh!” She said with excitement as she got off the bike and took off the helmet. “I figured why not have our first date at our childhood hangout spot.” Jason told her getting off his bike with a smile on his face. “What are we waiting for? Let’s bowl it up!” She said grabbing his hand and pulled him towards the doors.

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After they played a couple of games of bowling Jason decided to take Y/N to get some ice cream at the parlor not that far from her apartment. They have a lot of childhood memories at the ice cream parlor as well. After getting their ice cream sundaes they decided to sit at a table outside since for once it was raining. As she ate her ice cream, he just stared at her with awe.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Y/N asked him shooting him a strange look. “Because you’re beautiful.” Jason complimented her which made her heart melt. “Seriously Jason, when did you become so cheesy.” Y/N said with a giggle glancing down at her now empty cup and then back up at him. “C’mon, I’ve always been cheesy.” Jason told her with a wink. Y/N giggled as she shook her head. There was a comfortable silence between the two.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Jason asked her breaking the silence. There has been a thought eating at him ever since last night. “Sure.” Y/N answered with a nod. “What do you think about the Red Hood?” Jason asked her. Y/N let out a sigh which right away made his heart rate speed up. “To be honest, I have mixed feelings about him.” She answered looking down at the empty cup in front of her.

“Jason.” She said in a soft tone. “I need to tell you something but, I need you to promise me that it will stay just between us.” Y/N said looking up at him with a serious look in her Y/E/C eyes. “I promise.” Jason reassured as his blue eyes locked with hers. “When I was in high school Robin, Batman’s sidekick, would look after me and now this Red Hood guy is doing the same thing.” Y/N said in a hushed tone so the people walking past their table couldn’t hear her. She has never told anyone about her and Robin so this is the first time she’s talking about it out loud. Jason felt his heart skip a beat when she said Red Hood.

“Do you think that whoever is the Red Hood is was Robin?” Jason asked her. “I wish but Robin is dead.” Y/N told him with a frown and a sad look in her eyes. “People can’t come back from the dead.” She said as she stood up with her empty cup and plastic spoon and walked over to the trash can to throw it away. “Yeah.” Jason whispered to himself.

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jankwritten · 1 year

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something about nico misspelling practice as "praktise" in hockey au is really. like his texting style is so different from mine he's so. i want to peer inside his brain why did i make him do that. like sometimes he just doesn't use vowels. sometimes he does. sometimes he uses perfect grammar and everything and sometimes he types like the most unhinged batshit person you've ever met. he's a menace.

meanwhile jason texting is 100% always perfect grammar, the only thing he doesn't do is use periods always. Jason also uses a combination of typed out emoticons (such as :D or :O) and the emojis from the keyboard. nico is largely confused by emojis and doesn't use them (he will on occasion send a <3 because he knows jason thinks they're cute, and he'll put emojis in people's contact names. jason's is the yellow heart. you'll never guess what Snowy's is /j)

i'm gonna put an example of snowy's texting under the cut because i'm sad that i cut it out of the actual fic snowy is SO hard for me to write in this GD story because he has literally. maybe 5 lines total in canon. for context Nico's nickname is Angel, this is Snowy upon returning to his and Nico's shared hotel room to find the door deadbolted shut. their plane back to RI is meant to leave at 11:30

cw for swearing and fond but exasperated name calling

#hockey au #some of the fic has fake text messages and i just think they're neat #trying to come up with each character's messaging style enough to make them different and unique is SO fucking hard #also when nico and Percy text one another Nico's spelling and grammar gets 10x worse and that's because percy also never spells #right or uses proper grammar #it's really just a free for all in their conversations #jack in a groupchat with the two of them struggling to hold on to the thread of conversation #pjo #omgcp #nico di angelo #jason grace

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scapegoatperry · 2 years

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Welcome to Haddonfield

Chapter 1: Meeting the gang (slasher coffee shop au)

A/N: Hey yallll, so literally all day yesterday until now i’ve been working on this first chapter because I was so in love with the idea of a slasher coffee shop au so uh, here you guys go. I hope I did okay. I haven’t written a story publicly in YEARS. I’m not sure how to really feel about this, but I'm going into this as positively as I can. Oh, yeah reader does use they/them pronouns and is a poc as well as queer. Technically their gender isn’t exactly specified but you can read them as nonbinary if you’d like, I basically do. But they are afab and kinda realized I made the reader short so I’m sorry about that 😅. I’m just used to it because I’m short myself. And right, unless specified, most of the quieter slashers use sign language or texting as a form of speaking over actually talking. Unlike those slashers, I need to stop talking. ENJOY YALL, FEEDBACK IS WELCOMED.

Characters in the chapter: Reader (they prefer going by Pumpkin), Tiffany Valentine, Jason Voorhees, Danny Olsen, Stu Macher, Angel Myers, Michael Myers, Anna, and Saint (oc of mine, more so mentioned but i thought i’d put her here, yes Thomas Hewitt is her husband)

Warning: A bit of cursing, uh maybe bad grammar and spelling? (I would love to have a beta if anyone is up for the job!)

You and your best friends, Jason and Tiffany, moved to Haddonfield, Illinois about two months ago. The town was normally a quiet town which was why you all moved there. The three of you wanted to get out of the city life for a while. And Haddonfield seemed the perfect place for all of you. Barely two weeks in, your best friends found jobs quite easily. Tiffany found a job at a lingerie store at the mall and in the same mall, Jason found a job at some camping and wilderness store. You struggled a little more with finding one since it was the beginning of summer and it seemed like a bunch of teenagers snagged jobs that you were interested in. But hey, at least you got the house together for Tiff, Jase, and yourself so they wouldn’t have to worry about it every time they came home from work. Though, by the time you were done with making sure the house was the way you all wanted it to be, you were desperate for a job. You wanted to have your own money and something to do before college started back up again for you guys. Until one day, your tall and burly best friend came home early one day, with a job application in hand for you. He was signing almost too fast for you to keep up with what he was saying.��

“Whoa, whoa, Jase, dude, what are you going on about?” You had to slow him down, signing right back to him, but talking along with your signing. He looked so excited, so you wanted to know why. He handed you the papers in his hand before signing to you again, but slower this time, “There’s a cafe in town that has a job opening. I spoke to the woman who owns the cafe- Saint is her name. She’s interested in interviewing you, but you need to fill this out as soon as possible.”

It made you jump up and squeal with complete joy. You looped your arms around the giant’s neck pulling him down to your height to hug him.

“Thank you so much, Jason! You’re the best!” You planted a kiss on his cheek, right as Tiff came out of her room to know what the commotion was all about. Once you explained everything, she joined in, creating a group hug between the three of you.

To your surprise, Horror Junction Cafe was Haddonfield’s most popular coffee cafe in town. Hell, even people from nearby towns came in to have their drinks and little meals. It was obviously horror themed, all year around, yet people from all types of backgrounds and lives came to the thriving cafe. So when you came in with your finished application, you were given an rather unconventional interview on the spot. It was a little nerve wracking at first, but soon you became more comfortable because of how pleasant and friendly she was. What you learned from her was that she was originally from Texas with parents hailing from Central America. She moved to the town only four years ago with her now husband, she dubbed as ‘Tommy’, and his sweet mother. And she never expected that her horror themed cafe would thrive as much as it had within four years. By the end of the interview, you were given the job once you laid out your strengths and why you thought you were a good fit for her coffee shop. You didn't really think you were going to get the job because of your lack of experience, but she reassured you no matter what everyone was required two weeks of training after the shop was closed before they began their jobs at her lovely cafe. And thank god you were only going to handle drinks and the register because weren’t much of a cook. But you didn’t have to worry too much about that. you weren’t much of a cook. Apparently there were two full-time cooks, Danny and Stu, who handled that. And the owner’s husband came in occasionally to work in the back whenever Stu or Danny had off.

Your coworker, Angel, was incredibly patient and kind with training you for those two weeks. How she had that much patience was a miracle. It made perfect sense why her parents named her Angel. Once you perfected the makings of the most popular coffee and tea combos, the short blonde let the owner and manager of the shop, Saint, knew you were ready to start working.

“Mondays are always busy, you ready for that Pumpkin?” Danny bumped his side into yours, which was nearly comical because how much taller he was than you and your other coworker. Not Anna though, she was pretty tall herself.

“Of course, I was born ready for this shit,” you scoffed, yet smiled up at him.

“Oh damn, right, I can’t believe I forgot to mention this to you,” the blonde girl smacked her hand on her forehead, as they were getting things ready for the day. You turned to her, with a confused look plastered on your face. It clearly read ‘what are you talking about?’

“My older brother comes in nearly every day to get coffee and a chocolate scone. Uh, he’s a little rough around the edges and he doesn’t really talk much. Prefers sign language. And he doesn’t let anyone but me make his coffee and only will take the scone if Tommy makes them. Don’t...Take it personally. He’s just particular about how things are done for him.”

It was obvious she was nervous. Like she expected you to judge her brother that you haven’t even met yet. So instead you shrugged.

“I mean, it sounds like it’s not harming anyone. I have my own things I do my way and that’s how I like doing it, so I’m in no place to judge him. And I know sign language, I don’t know if Saint let you know that, so that’s not a problem either.”

You noticed how her body relaxed instantly at your words and she nodded and told you Saint had mentioned that. It made you a little happy you soothed her worries and made her feel better about you meeting her brother. Though you had no idea what you were actually in for when you would meet him. As people began to trickle in, the short blonde glanced at her phone every now and then, as if she was waiting for someone to text her. ‘Maybe her brother?’ you thought. An hour and a half passed as you, Angel, and Anna, were all alternating between making drinks and being on the register, taking care of the customers. You and Anna finally switched around after thirty minutes, only to find a devastatingly tall, taller than Danny, man. He was even taller than Jason (which you always thought would be impossible to find someone taller than him), and nearly as bulky as him too. You were forced to crane your head all the way back to even get a good look at this man.

He was wearing an old, long sleeved, cannibal corpse shirt and extremely ripped up, dark blue jeans. With the outfit he was wearing, you assumed he was wearing combat boots with his pants tucked in them. Plenty of guys in the city donned that look a lot. Plenty of guys you had crushes on anyway. Once you reached his face, he was staring at you with intense, icy blue eyes which made you feel like you were being judged for a split second. That was taken away when you realized just how pretty he was. Damnit.

“Michael! You’re a little late this morning, you sleep okay?” Angel was wearing a big smile at this guy, forcing him to look at her finally. Luckily, it didn’t take you long to realize that was her brother. The curly blonde hair and icy blue eyes were a dead give away once you looked between the both of them. Though, the one thing that threw you off about them being related was him nearly being seven foot and her barely being an inch or two taller than yourself. ‘Huh guess the tall genetics skipped you, like they skipped me,’ you thought to yourself, silently amused by that.

Michael gave his sister a half-hearted shrug, before looking back at you. His stare was still fairly intense, but you could make out the slight curiosity twinkling in his eyes. “Oh, this is Pumpkin, today’s their first day. You’re in luck, they know sign language!” She sounded pretty excited, which made you wonder if people really have reacted badly or something with Michael. He didn’t seem threatening or aggressive, just quiet and calm. Maybe a little mysterious. The blonde man lifted his hands up, signing, “Do you still have Thomas’ scones?”

Immediately, you noticed the chipped black nail polish on his fingers when you watched him sign to you. It was rather wholesome to see that on a man his size. How sweet. “Yup! Angel let me know earlier. She also told me you like your coffee with four tablespoons of sugar and a lot of cream, correct?” He gave a slight nod. If you hadn’t paid attention, you more than likely wouldn’t have noticed it. He seemed like a pretty subtle man. That was no skin off your back, Jason was similar in that way.

“Awesome, that’ll be $11.55! Michael, right?” You were beaming at him widely, not letting his strange behavior shake you.

He tilted his head at you then nodded again. Was he confused by you? You couldn’t tell at this point. His face went from being curious to impassive pretty quick. Your coworkers seemed pretty chill with him and vice versa though. Not including Angel considering they were related. What was he expecting? You to run around screaming, like a mad person? You think the fuck not. Before you knew it, he was handing a twenty dollar bill towards you just as Anna’s thick Russian accent reached your ears telling you, “He always lets us keep the change.” Did Angel and Michael have a well off family or did he just happen to have a well off job? Either way, that was nice of him.

“Hey Mikey! Here’s your scone, man.” It was Stu. Stu was the same age as Angel, both of them going into their second year of college. He was a hyper kid and loved people from what you started to realize during your morning shift with him. Michael didn’t seem too bothered by the punk’s behavior. In fact, he gave him a slight smile, or at least you think that’s what you saw. You quickly snapped out of your observant gaze and took the metalhead’s $20 prior to him taking the pastry from the younger adult. Regrettably, by the time he grabbed his warm scone, his little sister was done making his coffee and called out his name and set his coffee on the pick-up table. The blue eyed man gave you one last glance before turning his heel sharply and leaving the cafe after grabbing his coffee. Not so much to your surprise, you were indeed right about the combat boots, but what you didn’t expect were the yellow laces. That was a nice thing to see in a town like this.

Suddenly, you released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding this whole time. God, that felt like it was forever, when really it was probably barely more than ten minutes. “You know what I call that, Pumpkin? A success,” Danny called out from the back to you. Yeah, it's safe to assume that wasn't normal. The curly blonde haired girl looked at you strangely, and admitted to you, “I’ve never seen him so so calm with a new person.” For some reason, that made you confused, but you choose to shrug it off for the time being. Only because your instincts were telling you really were going to enjoy your new life here in Haddonfield.

#slasher coffee shop au #mini slasher fic #michael myers x you #Michael myers x reader #rz!michael myers #rz!michael myers x you #rz!michael myers x reader #slashers #this is au where all the slashers are homies #and michael and laurie/angel are close #judith is gonna be mean as hell tho when she does show up #but shhhh you didnt hear that from me #almost everyone in here is has an alt-style and that happened by accident #I may or may not be projecting my type #also if you don't know about lace codes you should #it's important to punk culture specifically #sorry okay i'm done

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alphasmoonlit-selfships · 3 years

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3,4,9,12 for whichever f/o you'd like!

-selfshippery

Hello fellow self shipper, @selfshippery, thank you so much for this ask! I greatly appreciate it! 🥰💖

Some of these responses are long so I'll go ahead and cut it under read more!

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3.) Is your f/o a cuddlier, and do they get more cuddlier in private?

Atsushi definitely is one for physical affection, though it took some time to get use too. Especially due to the abuse he faced formally in the orphanage, he was rather hesitant at first. However, once he got to know Dany and build a solid relationship, he definitely sought it out more, though of course understood her own nervousness when it came to public affection.

Both AtsuDany are in tune with physical affection, Atsushi is a mix of public and private (private being the more affectionate and sweet, only for his Darling), while Dany is more a private person who wants to cuddle her Tigre without anyone else watching, she will sit on him and cuddle him like a koala, nuzzling and maybe teasing him~ When their more solid in their relationship, they do cuddle more cozy around others, they are sweet and tooth rotting fluff to any onlooker~ 🥰

Jason is also more of a cuddlier, public wise, he is totally okay with it, not minding to hug and nuzzle his combusting tiny little lass. He does respect Dany's hesitance on PDA, holding her to where she is most comfortable. He just loves his tiny love and is honestly an endearing sight to see tol and smol couple. Yamato loves to tease, which leads to Dany springing to wring his neck-- but of course Jason won't let her~

Much like the former, Dany is more of a private cuddlier, she will give her dearest storm the best hugs and nuzzles, showering him affection as he so dearly deserves. She definitely doesn't mind when he rests on her, running her hands though his long and soft curled locks of blond, maybe humming a little~ 😊💖

4.) What ways does your f/o show their love for you? By surprising you with your favorite snack once in a while, or giving you back massages when you’re in pain?

Atsushi is definitely one to take different leaps of affection, he would try his hardest to make everything perfect for Dany when he doesn't need too. Besides trying his best to shower her with some non-expensive gifts or a perfect dinner at the start of their relationship, Dany definitely assures him that just being his attentive presence is more than enough for her. When he listens to her, be it her nonsensical rambling or her moments of depression and anxiety. When he surprises her with soft textured animal plushies (every other special occasion~). When they spend time together, nice quality time! Just by showing her that she is the only one for him is enough for Dany to see how much he loves her. She is grateful and more than at peace to know his affection for her are real and true.

Jason is pretty similar in terms of listening and paying attention to Dany, he has always been since meeting her. Granted he has always had a strong liking to Dany, even when he figured they would just be friends. But as time wore on and they spent more time together, love and affection truly bloomed between them. In the circumstances of when they got together in the Digital World, honestly any moment alone together is more than enough. Be it talking about their time apart, or trying to just think about a future together. Sometimes it is a lot of reflection time. A lot of the time spent holding each other in reassurance that one day they will be at peace and have some bit of normality again. Be it with the other tamers and their Digimon. Jason can be spontaneous with his gifts, Dany loving each little trinket he makes, especially the eventual simple digizoid ring he made and purposed her with~ honestly every time they hung out alone together in the real world was also something special, while they were only just friends at the time, Dany began to truly see what she wanted when it came to loving someone without the need to change herself for them. UwU

9.) What texts or phone calls do you expect from them during the day? What do you text them during the day?

AtsuDany: If they are separated on a mission, Atsushi definitely tries to call her if she is available too to give her his affections and also for her to be safe. Likely telling her sweet nothings of when they are back together. If she can't answer, he will send her his affections and promises to enjoy a peaceful evening together with dinner and watching a movie. Danielle is fairly the same, a bit more wordy in texts and sending him any reminders her Tigre may forget about. She is one to ask him every so often near the end of the day what he would like to do if they are free, or if they would like to go out for a walk in the park or shop for dinner, etc. They also send each other funny memes through the day~ Atsushi does worry for her when Dany may forget to send a message as she does daily.

DanyJay: Honestly Jason always looks forward to Dany's texts in whatever way they come. He tends to send her messages of her to be safe incase any Digimon appear, or for her to remember to eat in general. Often the one to remind her that coffee and snacks is not eating. He worries for her a lot when she had to pull all nighters and would ask if she'd like company if she was stressed and alone. Dany honestly appreciates the human interaction more than anything, while she love's Darkwolfmon's presence, another fellow human is also needed. Dany does send messages through the group chat for all of them to be safe, but loves to send private ones to Jason, telling him to have a great day and she looks forward to spending time with him in her free days. In the digital world, they do send more affectionate messages and long distance calls, telling each other to be safe and their longings to hold each other once they see each other again.

12.) Describe their hugs/cuddles.

Atsushi: "The sudden embrace from Atsushi wasn't what she was expecting. The poor petite brunette stiffening in place from surprise at how warm the tiger gifted really was. How he practically swallowed her in his arms. Despite how lanky and skinny he appeared, his chest and arms were rather firm from muscle he has gained from the use of his ability and eating appropriate meals through the day. His scent was that of plain, sweet soap, while also having a faint smell of lilies and rain in the spring in her keen nose. It was comforting, soothing to her as she slowly relaxed and began to take notice of the warm, stinging tears in her eyes. Her throat feeling constrained, like any words that leave her will make her cry. She didn't know, or remember why she felt such a feeling to him hugging her. All she knew was that he felt so nice, so warm and silently pleaded that he hold her forever. Reaching around him with her arms, unable to help herself as she buried her face into his chest, feeling herself practically collapse in his embrace. Atsushi only pulling her in closer as a stammering cry leaves her, muffling against him." 🥺💖

Jason: "She felt her breathing leave her throat the moment as her feet leave the ground. Loud, joyous laughter sounding in her ears as she clutched tightly onto Jason's firm shoulders. The platinum blonde tamer practically spinning her around in a warm and firm embrace of relief and joy. She could feel herself stiffen in surprise, while squeaking his name from shock and relief. He was safe, he was okay, he was radiant as the sun after a long storm. In that brief moment, she relaxed, her own choked up laughter leaving her as her arms circle around his neck, her hands buried in his long and soft locks of hair. Feeling light and weightless, something she never felt before with someone other than Darkwolfmon. Warmth filled her chest, unable to help the heated blush that painted her face a few moments after he ceased his spin. Pulling away with a buzz of nervousness and anxiety, looking away as she stammered. But Jason knew her very well, chuckling warmly as he set her back down on stable ground. Lingering in his hold to steady her. She, for a moment, felt cold as he let her go, wishing for him to stay longer, but bit her tongue from saying it. Instead, smiling bashfully and relishing on the memory of his comforting embrace that lingered." 😳🥺

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Thank you very much for these asks! I truly self indulged for a moment with the last one! I had to really think about it and also went into writing mode! Do excuse any grammar errors! 😊✨

#bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #the legendary wolf warriors #jason 'jaystorm' grey #atsudany #danyjay #self ship #self shipping community #self shipping ask #alpha howls #digimon au #selfshipery

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onelastbreath-writes · 3 years

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On Bruce And Texting:

Author’s Note: Hello and welcome, this is my first properly written fic, originally posted to my AO3, and now that I have finally created a writing blog, it’s here as well. Please enjoy!! AO3. Masterlist

Warnings: Hopefully none, its all cute and fluff <3

Summary: Bruce Wayne texts like he's sending correspondences to the Queen, so of course the little monsters he calls children just have to make fun of him! Brats, the lot of them, but he wouldn't have them any other way.

Features: Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle, all the bats and birds, mentions JL, no crime fighting, only family fluff, jokes and nods to Millennial and GenZ shenanigans.

Word Count: 2.7k

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Billionaire, genius, tech expert, father of many children, and all around up-to-date-with-just-about-everything type of person he may be, it is also a well-known Fact that Bruce Wayne, the Batman(TM) himself, can’t text to save his life.

Whether it’s due to his Very Proper English Upbringing, his inability to be informal via written correspondences of any type, his indifference, or the fact that it bothers his children so much, Bruce Wayne has not and never will text with anything less than perfect grammar, spelling, and formality. If he has not sent you a proper letter (featuring a dedication, indentation for every paragraph, signature, and post-script when applicable), he did, in fact, not send you that text. Informality is not his Batman Way(TM) according to his children... he’s not too sure what that even means, but it makes his young ones laugh so it’s probably fine?

His oldest children (Richard and Jason) were raised in the time of Change, where computers, internet access, social media, and all things similar were only just being introduced into households en-masse. They were young enough to remember a time without such devices and connectivity (both for very different reasons, of course, but they grew up without the newest technology none-the-less). They could understand his relationship to the digital environment more so than his younger children, but they still tended to poke fun at his ‘texting blunders’ regularly. All his kids somehow ended up as brats. He doesn’t know how this happened. It’s certainly not his fault. He blames the League members, and especially Clark Kent, for their defiant personalities.

His younger children, whom he loves dearly, like to confuse him as much as they possibly can with their slang, egregious spelling errors, and all-around ‘internet humour’. He doesn’t know what ‘wig’ or ‘worm’ or ‘oof’ or anything means. He has no idea what those dances are, or how they relate to the music that seems to always accompany them, and for the love of all that is good, don’t ask him what he thinks of this or that ‘meme’. What even is a ‘meme’, and should he be more concerned about his kids being obsessed with them? He tries, oh my god, does he try to follow the children’s conversations, but they somehow all learned a language he has no idea how to decrypt. His best response to them once they start speaking in tongues is as follows: smile but not too much, listen to child even though he is deeply confused, and pat child on head or shoulder when they are finished and are looking for assurance.

He refuses to be a parent who ignores or tunes out his children, so he always makes sure to put down his work, his crossword, his tools, or whatever else is in his hands when a child searches him out for a conversation. But somehow, despite all the time he spends around them and their strange words, when he gets text from them comprised of abbreviations, acronyms, and completely random words, he goes a little cross eyed. He would never tell anyone, but he keeps a running list on his phone about the things they say that he has had to translate in the past. Spilling tea? Speaking the truth, usually to do with gossip. Wow? Multiple possible meanings: either a video game, or someone saying it (different pronunciation depending on context and who sent the text). Stickbug? A nice little prank with no ulterior motives, just for fun. Something along the lines of “this basic bitch Karen at the grocery store who is a dirty rat-licker and is def an anti-vaxxer just took 45 (forty-five) minutes to decide she didn’t actually want that almond milk. I Stan the cashier who had to put up with her. Rad af dude.” roughly translates to “A rude, middle-aged white woman who wasn’t wearing a mask and doesn’t believe in disease control or vaccinating her children wasted a great deal of an essential worker’s time in the checkout line. The cashier was very professional in their dealings with said customer and should be commended on their actions.”

Given enough time, the internet for searching up new slang words, and occasionally some help from a friend (Alfred, Selina, Lucius, another of his children, etc), Bruce could decode and respond appropriately to most texts. He was quite proud of these achievements, and although he didn’t always like how often his children were on their phones or computers or gaming systems, he was quite proud of how integrated and easily they adapted to the ever-evolving world of electronics. All his kids were gifted in many ways, but their ability to learn, their hunger for knowledge, and their perseverance when exploring new and challenging ideas were always the things that he was most impressed by.

He could do without their comments though. Yes, surprisingly, he did manage to get girlfriends with his type of texting. No, he doesn’t miss the ‘good old days’ when telegraphs were the main form of long-distance correspondence (how old do these brats think he is?!). And yes, he does know what a “tweet” is, and how to “post” on his social media accounts, and what “sliding into your DMs” is (thanks to a frantic search after a WE employee mentioned it near him). The Wayne children, truly whom and what Bruce considers his pride and joy, are cruel little jerks to him sometimes. His hoard of parenting books fails to mention what one should do when their children gang up on them. Bullying is covered of course, but he can’t really talk to a teacher or his guardian about how his second son calls him an idiot sandwich, or that his third son regularly tries to get him to do something “For The Vine”. His oldest and youngest boys are only slightly better in the bullying him department; Richard and his puppy dog eyes when he wants to do something dangerous or not-Alfred-approved, and Damian and his growing collection of pets because “Mother never let me have them, and I am deprived, and don’t you love me Father?”.

His only good child is his beautiful daughter Cassandra, the flower of the Wayne clan. She gives him hugs, and pats his hands, and can sit with him and just enjoy the quiet and stillness when his other children are not around. Her language skills are improving by leaps and bounds every day, and her heart and spirit are unparalleled, but her main method of communication is in her movements. Her hands, her posture, her dancing; Bruce couldn’t think of a more graceful, fluid, powerful person if the world depended on it. His amazing little girl doesn't bully him (and if she ever does, he probably deserves it, he trusts her), so he turns to her most of all when it comes to communicating with someone else. She doesn’t let him send anything that is “sketchy” or “wrong words, bad meaning, Dad”. He would give the world to his children, but for Cassandra, he would destroy it and build her an entirely new one.

Social media, especially with his terrible children all having accounts dedicated to making him look like a simpleton, was another rocky terrain he had to navigate on the regular. He had professionals in place at WE to run the company’s many accounts, paid top dollar to help appeal and relate to the masses, but he mostly had to manage his personal accounts himself. And so, @TheRealBruceWayne was one of the greatest struggles in his adult life. Why can’t he just retweet every post from @WE_Offical and leave it at that? People should only want to know about what’s new with the company. What do you mean they want to know more about our family and private lives? That’s unnecessary, and not important to the running of the company, right? Right? Why are you laughing?!

Luckily, most people in his life aren’t so intimately aware of his struggles. He can act and lie all he wants about being “hip” and “woke” and whatever else the kids are saying these days when he’s with the JL or in board meeting intermissions, networking with his associates. The Batman knows all and sees all, Green Lantern, of course he understands how “Tiktok” works. The Batman is a robot without a funny bone in his body, Green Arrow, but I did witness him sigh and say “same” when he knocked his cup of coffee over while on monitor duty once. No matter how badly his darling children call him out, the Justice League would be so much worse. So, it’s one of his most importantly guarded secrets... even more so than his secret identity at this point. Being unmasked in front of every Gotham rogue would be less detrimental to him than his “friends” learning of his utter ineptitude in staying on top of the younger generations’ lingo.

When questioned why the League doesn’t have a group chat or a forum or anything that they can use to contact each other outside of world ending matters and communicator (”because we’re friends, Batman! Ma and Pa Kent would love to have everyone over for a barbecue!”), the person who dared even mention texting isn’t even given a verbal response. They are just glared at, silently, often for several uninterrupted minutes, frozen in place only able to breathe shallowly in fear of setting off the Bat. “You know why” his glare says, “I’ll eat you, your family, and everything you have ever held dear” the younger members hear. No one makes the mistake of asking about it twice.

Outside of his children and Alfred, and his small circle of true friends involved in all aspects of his life, there is only one more person Bruce allows to know of his Darkest Secret. Selina. Someone most people would recommend he not be involved with. Catwoman: accomplished thief, distraction, chaos-incarnate most nights, and his significant other. Sharp as a whip (ha) and crafty like no one’s business; he is head-over-heels. On again/Off again and all over the place their long romance has been, but no one has ever challenged him, intrigued him, like this clever, beautiful, amazing woman has. He’s brought his partners around his children before, both for their judgement, and for their worst behaviours to vet out any “unworthy” suitors. He trusts them explicitly to tell him the truth about those he allows into the manor; were they rude about Bruce wanting to have group outings, did they say something about Bruce’s money, did they get angry or shout or make anyone uncomfortable while they were here? If his children even looked slightly unhappy with someone he brought them to meet, that person would not be invited back. Children, he finds, have the best sight when meeting people; no motives other than finding safety and love, no fear of consequences from speaking honestly...

Selina, or Catwoman, as they had known her first, was someone all of his kids liked without issue right off the bat. She would make puns and play word games with Richard, his first Robin, tiny, still working on his English, able to connect with him over their acrobatic abilities. His second Robin, Jason, skittish and feisty as an alley cat, knew of Catwoman and her daring escapades long before Bruce found him. The young boy had a few heroes, and no one (not even Wonder Woman) could compare to the incredible burglar who bought food and jackets and medicine for the street kids in Crime Alley. She was saintly in his eyes, and to this day, Bruce was still working on convincing Jason he was good enough for Selina. Tim and Cass and Stephanie (basically another daughter to Bruce, she spends so much time with the family) all joined the Wayne clan around the same time and officially met Selina as a friend and partner of his, and in the good graces of his first two sons. Selina, in all her nightly business, and many travels and acquaintances, had met the three independently, helping Tim get home safely back to Drake Manor when he escaped to photograph Batman and Robin in the dank darkness of Gotham when he was just a young boy, spending some time with Cassandra when her despicable father left her alone long enough to recover from his rough treatment, showing her the first scraps of kindness in her short life, and watching over and protecting Stephanie as she followed and sabotaged her father Cluemaster and his criminal activities. There was no need to win them over once they met her civilian identity, she had already gained their favour and acceptance, and they were happy to have her near their new family. Damian, his youngest, his biological son, took the longest to warm up to Selina. He would never fault his little boy for fighting so hard against a woman that was not his birth mother, especially after all the manipulation and cruelty dealt to him by Talia for the first decade of his life. But as he began to learn about his father, these people in his father’s life, and this woman that was Not His Mother but “still okay, I guess”, he grew to see her as acceptable. Her cats definitely helped, he’d say, no one with cats that loyal and happy can be a bad person.

Selina, the love of his life, he’d admit quietly to himself, was also a dirty traitor and in cahoots with his terrible children. She would say his texting skills were “sweet” and “very gentlemanly” when she was asked by anyone outside the family, and privately to him she would say she thought they were “adorable” and “please don’t ever change, Bruce, I like it.” However, nothing seemed to bring her more joy than his children sending her texts and “Snaps” and “memes” about him to her. Sometimes it was screenshots of the family group chat that they forced him to join, where he would post “To whom it may concern...” and “In regards to...” when he needed to reach all his delinquents in a timely manner. Sometimes it was video clips of him staring at his phone intently, then typing something on his laptop, then him reading and nodding along, and then finally going back and responding to the text he received with a small, pleased smile. And sometimes, when he got too injured or was too incapacitated to text coherently, he’d have his nearest able child transcribe his text to her. Depending on who was texting her for Bruce, she could expect many different things. From Dick, she’d get lots of shorthand and silly emojis, and many, many, winky and crying/laughing faces in brackets depending on what Bruce had made him type. Jason, bless him, used proper English most of the time, but would never write a single word of Bruce’s soliloquy to her, instead she enjoyed the TL;DR version: “hurt again, missing you, come home soon, blah blah blah, sappy gross words here, love you”. Tim would allow speech recognition to run on Bruce’s phone, and just let it go until the man passed out. Stephanie, the little chaos child, would film it and send it to her, including all her muffled laughter and shaky camera shots of Bruce emoting with his available undamaged limbs. Cass, still more versed in physicality and emotive movement, would interpret Bruce’s text into mostly emojis, hearts and happy faces and animals, but would include photos, and phrases that she found important enough to type out for Selina. Damian, forever his Father’s son in any way possible, texts very formally, referring to her or his siblings Bruce mentions by last name only, and lots of “Father requests me to tell you...” and “Kyle, know that Father...”. She adores these kids, and once Bruce recovers enough to text her himself, or she gets back to the Manor, they get to laugh about whatever she was sent this time.

So, while it’s true that Bruce couldn’t text his way out of a wet paper bag, and his kids are sometimes brats about it, there’s probably a lot of different reasons he doesn’t spend too much time trying to improve his skills. Whether it’s the smiles of his children, the giggles of his significant other, or the warm feeling in his chest when he sees all his important people bonding over him, well, in the end, who’s to say?

#batman #batfam #bruce/selina #batcat #bruce wayne #selina kyle #bruce x selina

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1-1snailxd-art · 5 years

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Libraries are for Meetings

Master List ----- Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - The art of living in a library

Warnings: there is some threats/blackmail made towards Virgil

Summary: Despite the unusual evening, Virgil's morning is very routine as he continues his life as normal. Logan and Patton, on the other hand, are finding out what it is like to be separated from your closest friend when you need them the most. (Lots of Royality and platonic Logicality energy)

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Virgil’s alarm sounded at 4am, the screen barely lighting the reading area as he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

“Do correct me if I am wrong, but I think you are in a dark place too, Virgil.”

Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his oily hair as Logan’s voice replayed in his mind.

“Should you need a guide to find your path again, I would be happy to provide the service.”

Groaning, Virgil finally silenced his alarm and set about his morning routine. Boil water. Pack up makeshift bed into duffel. Make coffee and instant noodles (beggars can’t be choosers). Use kitchen sink to wash hair and face, before moving on to the small bathroom for a half-arsed attempt at bathing (a washcloth and baby wipes proved effective between Virgil’s stints at a motel).

He had just finished tidying the kitchen when his next alarm sounded for 5am. Grabbing his duffel and backpack, Virgil disarmed the alarm before setting it to rearm as he left. His duffel was heavier today as he walked in the morning breeze to the laundromat. Routines like these helped Virgil immensely; they made him feel normal, despite his circumstances. Not to mention, the laundromat was a warm sheltered place he could work in until the hour became more reasonable.

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The apartment was too quiet when Logan’s alarm went off. To say he woke up would be an insult, as he barely managed to get a wink of sleep all night. The apartment felt cold and empty as he shuffled out to the kitchen in his dressing gown and placed a cup under the coffee maker. Normally, at this time, music would be flooding the apartment and Patton would be heard singing from the bathroom while Logan prepared breakfast prior to going out jogging. Without Patton, Logan couldn’t bring himself to turn on the stereo, cook his usual breakfast or even jog. Had he not been so sleep deprived, Logan might have realised how mentally unhealthy his choices were; but sitting at the table with a cup of black coffee and buttered toast, he was just a shell of his normal self.

Despite the change in routine, Logan still managed to get himself ready for the day and was about to leave for work when his phone chimed in his pocket. Seeing Patton’s name and face on the lit screen left Logan feeling confused overall. Yes, he missed having his friend around, but seeing his face reignited his frustration. It was the perfect form of emotional torture, and Logan took his time walking to his car as he considered how to respond to Patton’s message.

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On the other side of town, Patton was waking up in Roman’s arms. It was different. His last boyfriend had been too rigid for Patton’s liking, and waking up with Roman was different to the more platonic bed sharing he had had with Logan and Jason.

In that moment, Roman had one arm carefully laid across Patton’s middle and the other was tucked neatly under his pillow. Patton could feel his breath against the back of his head, soft and rhythmic. Though he was comfortable and happy, Patton could still feel the ache in his heart for Logan and he questioned how his friend was doing.

Carefully reaching out to the side table, Patton slid his phone and glasses down next to him and adjusted the phones brightness settings before angling it toward his face.

No new messages

Nibbling at his bottom lip, Patton looked at the time and considered whether to message Logan or leave him alone. As time ticked on, he finally built up the courage to send a message.

Pats: morning Logan.

Pats: im sorry again for yesterday.

Pats: I hope you slept ok.

LogieBear: *seen*

Patton held his breath as he watched the ellipsis appear and disappear with no new messages coming through. Roman stirred behind him, yawning and releasing his partner as he combed his fingers through his hair.

“Morning P.B.”

Propping himself up, Roman could see the screen that held Patton’s attention. Anger started to bubble in his gut as the seconds dragged on. He was just about to grab the phone when messages finally started coming through, and Patton’s body relaxed against him again.

LogieBear: morning Patton. Thank you for your message and apology. As I said yesterday, I forgive you.

LogieBear: but I would still like some space today if possible.

Roman lent forward, pulling Patton closer towards his chest; fearing he was about to see Patton break again.

LogieBear: Do not forget to eat today. Take care of yourself. I love you.

To Roman’s relief, Patton giggled and quickly typed a response.

Pats: I 💜 you too

LogieBear: Have a good day Patton (and Roman)

“Oh, pass me the phone.”

Roman reached around to take the phone from Patton’s hands, using the other hand to pull the hood of the onesie over Patton’s head.

“Ha-ha-Hey,” Patton giggled, “what are you do-oo-ing?”

“Just letting Logan know what he is missing out on.”

Roman quickly snapped a picture of the pair; Patton peeking out from his hood and Roman pulling his usual selfie face with his tussled hair. Yanking the hood down over Patton’s eyes again, Roman sent the photo and a message for Logan.

Pats: *image sent*

(art by @the-pastel-peach - Please don’t repost)

Pats: luv ya specs

As Patton finally escaped Roman’s arms and hood, he grabbed at his phone and groaned.

“You are such a tease, Roman.”

The phone chimed as Logan’s reply came through and Patton hid his phone.

“What did he say? Come on P.B, share with the class.” Roman rolled onto his back, pulling Patton down so his head was laying on his chest.

LogieBear: I will be sure to provide you with this when I see you next, Roman. Clearly you require it.

LogieBear: *image sent*

Patton held his phone with his finger on the lock button as Roman took in the image of Logan with the book ‘Talking for Dummies’ in front of half of his face.

“Oh no-“ Patton quickly locked his phone as Roman reached out for it; now laughing hysterically. “Why does he even have that in his car?”

“We-we fff-ff-found it,” Patton was struggling to speak through his laughter. “For y-oooo.”

“Oh, is that how it is, is it?”

Roman grabbed Patton, tickling his sides and causing his laughter to increase in volume.

Katie started bashing on the door as the two continued their childish game.

“Would you two keep it down or cut it out! The third party is uncomfortable.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, it’s PG in here!” Roman called back.

“Oh, well if that is the case,” The door swung open and Katie threw two white paper bags at the pair. “Breakfast is served.”

“Thank you, Katie!” Patton beamed as he sat up and peered at the pastry inside the bag.

“Gotta make sure my boys eat.” The smile dropped from Katie’s face suddenly, as she fixed Roman with a stern look and pointed finger. “You need to get your butt into gear today. You have class in an hour and work at 12. Don’t. Be. Late. I’m not covering for you again, got it?”

Roman nodded, pastry already in his mouth, “-ot it.”

“And you are cooking dinner tonight, Roman; no takeout.”

“I’ll make sure he gets everything done. You can count on me, Kaaaatieeee.”

Katie smiled at Patton’s attempt to rhyme. “Thanks, Patty Bear. Hopefully your influence will rub off on Roman eventually.”

“Not if my influence rubs off on him first,” Roman joked, rubbing his shoulder against Patton.

“Ew. Mind. Gutter. I’m out.” Katie turned to leave, “catch you later, boys.”

“Bye Katie!”

“Later bitch- I mean witch.” Patton gave Roman a disapproving look and elbowed his side. “I mean I love yooou…happy?”

“Very,” He kissed Roman’s cheek before climbing out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Roman lent over to his other side table and grabbed his phone to find a new message from Logan.

Specs: thank you for helping Patton through this. I know the timing isn’t great.

Princey: don’t stress over it, Logan. Take all the time you need. We’re ok.

Specs: thank you Roman. I will see you soon enough.

Princey: C ya

Specs: 🤦

Roman shook his head; regretting the day he showed Logan the face palm emoji. To that day, it was the only emoji they could get the man to use on a regular basis. He knew how much the other hated text speech and took great joy in ensuring their messaged conversations had some form of grammar or spelling error. He didn’t have a chance to continue to mock the other, as Patton came back in and held his arms out.

“Time to get up, my prince. I promised the queen you wouldn’t be late today.”

“Ah, yes,” Roman accepted Patton’s hands and climbed out of bed, “and we wouldn’t want to upset the queen of hearts or it would be off with our heads.”

Patton giggled and graced Roman with a gentle kiss on his lips; pulling away when Roman started to embrace him. “Get ready for class now, Roman.”

“Awwwww,” He whined, pouting and dropping his arms dramatically.

“If you are going to get greedy, I might have to sleep in the spare bed next time.” Roman crossed his arms and continued to pout. “Off you go, kiddo.”

Roman played up his childish behaviour as he grabbed his clothes and headed into the bathroom to shower. Patton glanced around the room, still in the onesie. Once he heard the shower turn on, he set to work tidying the room and found some of Roman’s clothes that he could borrow for the morning.

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The sun was warm against Virgil’s freshly washed hoodie, as he laid on the grass in the park; duffel acting as a perfect pillow for him to lay on. It wasn’t often that the weather was right for moments of bliss like this, and Virgil wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to get reacquainted with vitamin D. Unfortunately, his moment of reprieve was short lived as his phone chimed with alerts.

Email - funds successfully transferred from acc629 to …

Email - Account Alert: available balance below $50…

New message - Ben: Hey Asshole, your 20 short o…

‘There goes my day.’ Virgil thought, sitting up and pulling his notebook out of his backpack.

Logging in to the banking app on his phone, Virgil started assessing his limited money flow. His pay from the library was the only constant influx of funds he had, and he had it carefully split to save towards paying his phone bill and paying Ben and his aunt. Any money he made from repairs, was also split between those three goals and he got whatever was left.

Carefully analysing his notes, he knew money was tighter that fortnight, but he was certain that the correct amount had been sent to Ben.

Ben: Hey Asshole, your 20 short on your payment. Pay up

Virgil: I just checked my accounts and everything looks fine on my end.

Ben: you forgot about interest bitch

Virgil: that wasn’t part of our original agreement

Ben: I changed my mind

Virgil: you can’t do that. That’s not fair.

Ben: I don’t give a shit about fair. You should have thought about that before you punched me.

Virgil: I can’t afford an extra $20. I’m barely surviving as it is.

Ben: not my problem, unless you need me to come and have a chat at that little library of yours.

Virgil’s blood chilled at the thought. He wasn’t sure of Ben’s full intentions. Was he implying that he would tell Katie who he was? Would he come and damage the library? Would he hurt Katie?

It wasn’t worth the risk and he watched his tiny $30 drop to $15 as he transferred some money to Ben.

Virgil: that’s all I can do right now. Give me a day or so and I’ll send you the other 5.

Ben: you better.

$15 wasn’t an ideal, amount at all. The $30 was going to be hard enough, but he could have at least had one day in the comfort and safety of a $10 motel without worry. $15 would barely get him extra food, or even extra supplies to fix anything. Not to mention none of his former ‘friends’ had responded to his requests to stay over for at least a night. That left his options for the weekend as either, use the library or spend it on the streets.

With those thoughts in his mind, Virgil packed up and left the park. He had a new daily plan in mind; drop duffel off at library, revisit local businesses to check on work availability, return to the library to test his gaming system rebuild. While he walked, Virgil searched all the University social pages to see if anyone was seeking computer support. All social anxieties had to be pushed aside; he didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on things like that now.

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Logan sat at the pet store counter, scribbling notes as he completed his reading assignment for the day. He had finished restocking the shelves 15 minutes prior and wasn’t in the mood for organising anymore of the store. The sound of the doors sliding open had him quickly shutting his books and putting on his best customer service face. He didn’t need it though as Roman appeared at the counter.

“Looking good, Roman ,” he grinned as the other approached in a stained subway uniform.

“Hilarious,” he held out a bag, “want a sandwich? Or 3?”

“What’s wrong with them,” his question was all in jest; Logan knew Roman wasn’t the sort to pull harmful pranks. He gladly pulled out a sandwich though, as Roman hoisted himself up to sit on the counter.

“So, get this, I added the wrong slices of tomato to one, the other had too much lettuce, and - and- the final one,” Roman was holding his arms out like it was the most dramatic thing that had ever happened to him. “She asked for olives, then suddenly remembered she didn’t like our olives, and I couldn’t just pick them off because they had already ‘tainted’ her sandwich.”

Logan smirked as Roman sighed and started to eat. “Sounds like it was a busy day for a poor, misunderstood, sandwich artist.”

“Take pity on me, Logan. The world is unforgiving and will never understand me.”

Logan rolled his eyes as Roman bent over backwards and draped his arm across his forehead.

“I don’t even understand you.”

“My point exactly,” sitting up, Roman readjusted himself on the counter so he could eat more easily. “So, what is happening?”

“I’m eating a sandwich with a drama queen, while I wait for my shift to end.”

“Wow, I couldn’t see that with my own eyes. Seriously, spill.”

Logan sighed and put his sandwich down, wiping his hands on a napkin.

“Virgil is working on saving more of my files, I’m looking at getting a second-hand laptop, and Julie is making a cake for the anniversary.”

“Nice dark ending there,” Roman softened as he looked at Logan, “I was ignoring that invitation, too.”

“I understand why she wants to do it, but I…” Logan screwed up his face as he tried to find the right words, “I’m not sure I’m ready to turn the anniversary into some weird … party of sorts.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think it’s going to be all cake and karaoke. I’m pretty sure Julie just wants everyone to come together again.”

“I guess…I can see your reasoning. You are much smarter than you look, Roman.”

“I’m not sure if that was meant to be an insult, but I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

The store doors slid open and Roman quickly jumped off the counter as customers entered. Logan wrapped up his sandwich, and Roman quickly did the same.

“I should get this one to Patton, he’s been avoiding food again.”

Logan paused and looked sadly at the ground as he stepped around the counter, “I hadn’t noticed. I guess I’m probably not helping either.”

“Don’t worry about it, Logan.” Roman roughly pulled Logan into a hug; Logan keeping his hands down by his sides. “Just, don’t forget to take care of yourself. All jokes aside, I care about you too.”

Squeezing his eyes shut to suppress tears, Logan returned the hug. “Same to you, Roman. Same to you.”

Separating, Roman headed out the door with his bag of sandwiches while Logan headed over to check on the customers in the store. The pair were only just beginning to explore the boundaries of their friendship; especially since he and Patton had started officially dating. Not that Logan cared to admit it, but Roman was maturing from the brat of a boy he had first met six years ago.

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Katie strode over to Virgil's self-proclaimed office, using the master keycard to gain entry, and found Virgil groaning with his forehead on the desk.

"Tough day," Katie enquired, causing Virgil to jolt upright in his chair.

"Jeez, Reels, way to scare a guy out of his skin."

"Well 'a guy' deserves it for ghosting my messages all day," Katie perched herself on the edge of the desk and looked down at Virgil with her arms folded across her chest. "Where's my recap on the evenings events?"

"Why don't you ask, Logan." Virgil grumbled, tapping a few keys on his keyboard to activate a new program, "he's your friend."

"Ouch. I thought we were friends too." Virgil shrugged and Katie shoved his shoulder, "don't be like that, Sparks. Come on. Talk to me. What's going on? What did that nerdy idiot do?"

Sighing, Virgil lent back and ran his fingers thoughtfully through his hair.

"The, as you put it, 'nerdy idiot' did nothing wrong."

"So, what's with the sour puss look today then?"

Shaking his head, it took all of Virgil's self-control to not start crying on the spot. "I may have overreacted to something Logan said aaaand I'm kind of regretting it now. There. Happy?"

"Hardly."

"Gah!” Virgil threw his hands in the air, causing Katie to roll her eyes at the overly dramatic expression. “What else do you want? If you want a play by play, you're not getting it from me. Go talk to Logan."

"Why don't you?"

"Wha - I - you-" Katie smirked, raising a knowing brow as Virgil stumbled over his words. Virgil frowned as he took in Katie’s expression. "I hate you right now."

"Oh, I know." She mused, sliding off the desk. "Don't hide from everything, Virgil. You're right, I'm not going to get a play by play of last night, and nor do I want it."

"So, what is it that you want then?" Virgil was genuinely interested in Katie's response and couldn't hide the intrigue from his voice.

"Honestly, I want to see both of you stepping outside of your work zones. You spend so much time locked in here Virgil, and you wouldn't believe how hard it is to get Logan out of his study hole. It was nice to see my two workaholics’ go out into the wild."

"I can't see that becoming a regular thing, Reels." Lowering his head, Virgil tried to forget how nice it was to be out with Logan: despite his anxieties throughout the evening.

"Says who?" Virgil looked up to respond, but Katie cut him off. "It was your first time meeting each other, and honestly, it wasn't under the best circumstances. Don't let those first impressions be your only impressions. Take a chance, Virgil." Katie walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up through his lengthy bangs. "I took a chance on you and I am yet to regret that decision."

"Fine."

A small smile pulled at Virgil’s cheeks as he realised just how highly Katie thought of him. The moment was short lived though, as he remembered he was abusing her trust.

"That's a good lad. So, what are you gonna do?" Suddenly sitting back on the desk, Katie propped her chin up by resting her elbow on her knee.

"Well...um..." Virgil glanced around as he thought, eyes landing on a USB that ignited his memory. "I still haven’t returned the files I managed to salvage."

"Perfect," Katie exclaimed so loudly that Virgil jumped at the sound. "Now, you have some options for Thursday's. Logan doesn't have class on Thursday, so he works at the pet store from 8 until 1, then he would go to the labs and study, and then he usually heads to the university track field around 4."

"Jeez, stalker much." Virgil was slightly concerned with the fact that Katie had Logan's whole routine memorised.

Katie simply shrugged, "I keep tabs on where my boys are. When I don't..." Katie's expression saddened so fast, Virgil's heart skipped a beat. "...bad things happen."

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End Note

Soooo, I have to go back to work next week 😭 I got so much story planning done over the past 3 weeks. I'm going to miss having so much creative freedom. If things get slow, it's because work started badly (sorry in advance). If anything does happen, I'll be sure to put it on Tumblr.

Next time: Logan's nightmares. Does Virgil make a friend? More platonic logicality. Nice feelings, but dark thoughts.

EDIT: I do hope you enjoyed the art. It was a lot of fun to work with the-pastel-peach to bring that scene to life.

UPDATE: again, please don’t repost the art by Peach. Reblog this post. Respect the artist and give her some love 💜🐌

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Chapter 7 — Master List

What else have I done:

The Perfect Ring (oneshot - analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death)

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

The Shield to your Sword (WIP - A fantasy/magic au - Prinxiety (Royal Roman and orphan Virgil - they’ll admit to their love eventually), Virgil angst, non binary, healer Logan, *spoiler* Patton)

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles

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angel-of-death-diangelo · 7 years

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Pjo characters’ typing habits:

Percy: ALL CAPS ALL THE TIME

Annabeth: Annabeth, I believe, has perfect grammar. She types like scholars would: poised, professional, and educated. She would never miss a period or a capital letter.

Piper: Has 👄 all 💄 pink 👚Emojis 🌸in 🎀every 💞text

Jason: Jason actlly speaks n only text talk lol, no 1 nos if its ironic or naw bro

Leo: *insert tumblr meme here*

Frank: frank types in all lowercase. no one knows why. but no one questions it.

Hazel: Hazel just sends uplifting messages every morning, have a nice day!💜💜

Nico: ™™™™™™™™™™™

Will: )): Will uses keyboard emojis to portray emotions :))

Reyna: Reyna ends every text briefly and with a period. Everyone thinks she’s upset all the time. .

#Percy Jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #frank zhang #Hazel levesque #leo valdez #reyna ramirez arellano #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjato #heroes of olympus #hoo

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batfam-headcanon-blog · 7 years

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Any headcanons for a Batkids group chat?

Dick Grayson - Always has the perfect gif ready to react to something, no one knows how he does it and he has a folder on his phone called “wizardry” because that is how good he is

Barbara Gordon - Plans everything for the group because she knows that if she didn’t no one would hang out

Jason Todd - He doesn’t actually read any of the previous messages he just pops in the conversation whenever and asks questions/talks about things that have already been discussed

Cassandra Cain - Either responds with “k” or a sentence with proper grammar. She isn’t one for long messages

Tim Drake - Tim will open the group chat, read the messages, start responding, and then put his phone down because he has to pee or something and then forget to respond. It’s easier to just go up to Tim’s room and throw something at him then to wait for him to respond

Stephanie Brown - Has 1 on 1 conversations with someone in the group chat because she forgets that she is in a group chat which usually leads to someone yelling at her

Harper Row - Reads the texts and responds like a normal person EXCEPT on Friday/Saturday nights because she becomes the drunk texter who sends lots of emojis and hearts and talks about how much she loves them

Damian Wayne - Uses super correct grammar no matter what and corrects people when they don’t use correct grammar. Also likes to send really long paragraphs as an answer to a simple question

Duke Thomas - Texts everyone that he hopes they have a great day every morning and if someone in the group chat is sad he doesn’t have a shortage of puppy pictures to send to make their day better

Carrie Kelley - Doesn’t reply to any of the messages really and mostly has their phone on silent because the group chat is almost always active so when they do respond the rest of them freak out because “OH MY GOD CARRIE RESPONDED”

#j replies #batkids headcanons

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peterpparkrr · 7 years

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(Betty Cooper x Reader): She’s Perfect (1/4)

Summary: Reader met Betty at the internship over the summer and developed feeling for her. Since her parents are detectives they’re brought in to look at the Jason Blossom case, and reader moves to Riverdale.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! Look out for the next part in a day or two (apologizes for any spelling and grammar mistakes) ((also Grundy literally won’t exist bc i hate her))

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

You’d met Betty over the summer, you’d both been a part of the same internship program. You felt like Betty was one of the easier people to talk to and you clicked right away, you could talk about books, you lives back home, and college and never feel awkward or nervous about it.

When you were both getting ready to leave and go back home you’d promised to text, video chat, whatever it took to stay in contact, you’d even told her that you’d try to convince your parents to come to Riverdale for fall break or something so that you could visit her. You didn’t even realize that you had a crush on her until you were talking about her to you friends when you got home.

“(Y/N), we know you’re excited about your new girlfriend, but can we please talk about something else?” Your friend asked as she flopped down on your bed next to you.

“Sorry,” You replied, blushing slightly, “We’re not dating, she would always talk about her best friend Archie, I could tell she was in love with him. By now she’s probably already dating him.”

“Unless he’s not into her,” Your other friend shoots back.

“It would be impossible to not like Betty. She’s perfect.” You reply.

You all continue talking and your friends tell you about everything you missed while you were gone, who got hot, who broke up, who got together, and all sort of crazy stories from their own jobs over the summer.

Once they all went home your mom called for you, “(Y/N)! We’re having a family meeting.”

You quickly jog down the stares, family meetings are reserved for important news, and you're curious to hear what it’s about. Once you’re sitting down your dad starts talking.

“Your mother and I have been asked to help with an investigation out of town.” He explains to you, “In small town called Riverdale. A high school kid supposedly drowned and apparently they don’t have any detectives so they asked us to step in.”

“Okay,” You say, trying not to seem to excited about the prospect. Riverdale. As in, the Riverdale where Betty lives, “When were we leaving?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant.

Your mom looks at you slightly puzzled, “You want to go with? We thought you’d want to stay here with your grandparents or something.”

“Oh, um… No, I mean, you’ll be gone for a while and I don’t mind coming with, it’ll be fun to live somewhere else.” You say, awkwardly trying to cover yourself.

“Are you sure, we don’t mind if you stay here, even if you stay with (Y/BFF/N)’s family.” Your dad replies.

“No! I want to come with. Betty, one of my friends from the internship lives there,” You admit, “I’d already have a friend, I’d been hoping to visit her soon anyway.”

“Okay honey,” Your mom replies with a small smile, “Of course you can come. We’re leaving at the end of the weekend.”

When you were leaving a few days later on Sunday night you hugged your friends goodbye before hopping in the car with your parents.

“We expect to be kept up to date on everything that happens,” Your best friend told you as you stuck your head out the window to say one last goodbye to them.

“Of course.” You reply, “Bye!” You called as your dad drove away.

You pulled into the driveway of the house your were renting as the sun was setting. You helped your parents carry all of your suitcases and bags into the house.

“Shoot, we didn’t get any groceries,” Your mom calls from the living room as you unpack some of your stuff up in your room.

“I think there were some take out restaurant menus in the kitchen,” You call down to her, setting up some of your photos in the nightstand. You had already had one of you and Betty - the photo you’d taken the day before the internship as over - framed and you set it up next to the shot of you and your family from your older sibling's wedding and the photo of you and your group of friends from before the last school dance.

After you’d unpacked all of you clothes into the dresser and closet your mom knocked on the door of your new room.

“Honey?” She asked, “Would you mind walking down to pick up our dinner? I ordered from this restaurant,” She said, holding up a menu that said Pop’s in a vintage dinner font, “you okay with burgers and fries?”

“Sure, I’ll walk down and pick it up.” You replied, it sounded vaguely familiar, Betty must have mentioned it at one point which you took to be a good sign.

You walked into the dinner and were surprised by how cute it was inside. You walked up to the counter, “Take out order for (Y/L/N).” You tell the cashier with a small smile.

“It’ll be up in a few minutes.” He replies.

“Hey,” You said, as a guy with the most ginger hair you’d ever seen smiled at you.

“Hi,” He said, grinning at you even more.

They girl he was sitting with turned around and your eyes widened with realization. It was Betty.

“So, are the union rings here any good?” You ask, jokingly as you walk over to their table.

“So good,” He replies.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” She asks, her face a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Wait- you guys know each other?” The guy asks.

“Yeah, she was the other girl at my internship,” Betty tells him,

“My parents are here to do some investigation into a murder, they’re detectives.” You reply in response to Betty’s question.

“Wait, you parents are here to investigate the murder of Jason Blossom?” Betty asks you.

“Yeah… how did you know that?” You ask her, surprised.

“It’s a big deal, everyone here in town has been talking about it nonstop.” Archie interjects.

“Oh! I’m (Y/N) by the way,” You add, smiling at the guy.

“Archie Andrews” He responds, introducing himself.

“Oh, I know who you are, Betty told me about you,” You reply with a grin.

“Hopefully good things,” He responds with a grin, “I’m also your peer mentor, I’m going to be giving you your tour tomorrow.” He responds, “Do you want to join us?” He asks, almost a little too quickly.

“I’d love to,” You reply, glancing between Betty and Archie, “But my mom is expecting some burgers so I should probably get back.”

‘We’ll stop by your place tomorrow morning and walk you to school if you want.” Betty adds, giving you one of those smiles that fills your stomach with butterflies.

“Until then,” You reply, “I’ll text you my address.” You add as walk over to the counter and grab your take out from the cashier before leaving the restaurant.

After you’d finished eating dinner you’d gone up to your room, nervously packing your backpack before you remembered to text Betty.

(Y/N) - 10:23: My address is 647 Jefferson St. by the way Betty - 10: 25: Really?! You’re just down the street from us then. Archie’s the yellow house next door to you and I’m in the white house next to it. (Y/N) - 10:26: That’s so crazy, must be fate bringing us together :) Betty - 10:26: Probably, Archie and I’ll stop by around 7:45 to pick you up. (Y/N) - 10:30: Okay, see you then

#betty cooper #betty cooper x reader #betty cooper imagine #betty cooper fanfiction #riverdale #riverdale imagine #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale reader insert

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alicedoessurveys · 7 years

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100 Questions

1. What was on your mind mostly today? back pain

2. If someone looked on your bed, what would they find? pile of clothes that need to be put away, a big ass teddy and a load of cushions

3. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? nothing. I can't move atm cause of my back injury

4. Are you nice to everyone? I try to be

5. Is it possible to be single and happy? yes

6. Is it easy for people to make you cry? too easy

7. Did you sleep alone last night? yup

8. Do you play with dead bugs? ew no wtf

9. Honestly, are you dating two people? im not even dating one person

10. Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? I hope so

11. Have you ever slept in the same bed with someone other than family? yes

12. Do you want to see somebody right now? no I want to go to sleep

13. What if you had a baby with the person you like? no thanks

14. Are you happy? not right now nope

15. Have you ever tripped in public? yes

16. Is there anyone who doesn’t like you? idk probably, you can't be liked by everyone

17. Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? nope

18. Are you stubborn? can be yes

19. Do you tend to hold a grudge? a little bit

20. What’s a fact about the last person that texted you? he's my dad.. first fact I thought of was that he was on a tv show with Terry Wogan about 8 years ago

21. Has anyone called you perfect before? yes, they lied

22. Where is the biggest scar on your body? my stomach

23. Have you ever been told you were amazing? yes, again they lied

24. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? probably not no

25. Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at the moment? yes

26. Do you trust all your friends? not 100% 27. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? can't think of anything

28. What pissed you off today? I found a moth in my cereal

29. What was the last thing you cried about? pain

30. Who was the last girl you talked to? mom

31. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? not really no

32. Who sits next to you in English? im not in school anymore thank god, so n/a

33. Ever talked to someone who was drunk? yes. I dont drink and when I'm at a party I tend to attract the drunk people. last party I went to I had a very drunk middle aged woman crying on my shoulder and another drunk guy singing in my face and trying to pull me into a photo booth. I still have no idea who these people are.

34. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? nope. I haven't really listened to any music today

35. How late did you stay up last night and why? went to bed about half 10, which is early for me. was in so much pain I just wanted to go to sleep asap

36. Do you know how to properly use grammar in a sentence? mostly yeah 37. Are your parents very protective of you? yes, and Im 22 next month. I dont think they’ll ever stop being protective

38. Will you be in a relationship in the next couple months? probably not no

39. How many drugs are in your system? Prescription drugs, two; paroxetine and levothyroxine

40. The person who hurt you the most calls and needs you, do you go? I can't think of anyone who has really hurt me that much

41. Is it easy to pretend everything’s okay for you? yes I do it every day

42. Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to on the phone? it was just some random lady from Wilko store so not really no

43. Do you think you are a good person? I try

44. What do you want right this second? to not be in pain

45. Do you think it makes him weak if a guy cries? not at all

46. Have you ever cried cause you were so mad? yes. its an involuntary reaction when I get angry, which is super annoying

47. Could you last in a relationship for over a year? I hope so

48. Who were you with on your birthday? mom, dad, sis and sis’ boyf 49. Have you ever crawled through a window? yes

50. First person to talk to you in 2014? how the fuck am I supposed to remember that, it was 3 years ago

51. Do you miss your past? I miss how healthy I was and the way I looked, but I do not miss where I was

52. It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it? probably a drunk rhys

53. Do you have anything interesting planned for the next week? yes! I'm going to The Vamps concert at the end of this week and my sis got us passes to the beauty show for the beginning of next week

54. Who was the last person to text you? Do you know when that person’s birthday is? my dad, 18th January

55. What were you doing 4 hours ago? sitting on the same sofa I'm on now

56. Is there a certain song that you can’t stop listening to atm? Slow Hands

57. Tell me 3 things that your friends don’t know about you. I can't say

58. What is something that people often give to you as a gift? anything Disney related

59. Do you tend to hold on to a lot of stuff you don’t need, just because it has sentimental value? yes, I hoard things

60. What is something that reminds you of your ex? n/a

61. Has the last person you kissed ever cried in your arms? no

62. Which would you prefer to receive as a gift - flowers or chocolate? chocolate

63. When did you last take a shower/bath? Do you wash your hair every time? not gonna lie, I only shower like once a week (sometimes longer if I'm extra lazy) but I always make sure that I dont smell bad.

64. Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now? bed

65. Do any of your followers on Tumblr have your phone number? yes, but they're friends who I know in person

66. Will you be going out tonight, or staying in? staying in

67. How many times have you been in love? never

68. If you were heartbroken, who would help you pick up the pieces? mom or sis

69. Apparently, it’s very common to crave chocolate around the ‘time of the month’; do you ever get that craving? hell yeah! I get chocolate cravings every freakin day, not just when its ‘time of th month’

70. How would you feel about dating someone who had a reputation for being a player in the past? Do you think that players will ALWAYS be players, or is it possible that they can change? id give them a chance, but they would have to prove to me that they changed

71. Did you sleep well last night? no

72. Is your bedroom big enough for you? yes. I would like a bigger room for decor purposes but I dont need more space been as theres only me in there

72. Are you looking forward to seeing someone soon? yah, my cousin on Friday who I havent seen in months

73. Ever had a one-night stand? no

74. Is anyone flirting with you? I wouldn't know haha I'm oblivious

75. Have you ever felt pressure to do anything you didn’t want to, like smoking, drinking, or losing your virginity, before you were ready for it? If so, how did you deal with that? my friends do try to pressure me into drinking, but I'm strong willed with my choice not to. I'm stubborn with things like that

76. Do you consider yourself to be an intelligent person? Why/why not? in some ways yeah, I can't really explain it. I'm not super clever, but I know a lot of practical skills and I do know random facts that shock my sis quite a lot

77. Who would you most like to be stuck in a lift with? Eddie Redmayne

78. Is there anyone you’d HATE to be stuck in a lift with? SO many people

79. When did you last talk to the person you love/like? What did you talk about? there isn't anyone I really like atm

80. Have you ever seen your father cry? only a handful of times. first time was when we lost my unborn baby brother. Other times have been when our dogs have died. Also he cries every time he watches the scene in ‘The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe’ where Alsan is killed.

81. How would your parents react if you got pregnant? mom would be thrilled. I dont know how dad would react.

82. Do you/did you keep to your school’s uniform/dress code? I did, I was terrified of getting in trouble

83. If the last person you kissed said you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? no. I know how easy he finds cheating so I wouldn't trust him

84. What was the highlight of your summer? tbh I can't remember last summer right now, Im too tired

85. The last time you threw up, was it because you were hungover? nope

86. Have you ever seen the film ‘Wake Wood’? What did you think of it? never heard of it

87. Are you confused about anything atm? Is there anything bothering you? Or, is everything good? a lot of things bothering me atm

88. If you say ‘I’ve had enough’ or ‘I’m done’, do you always mean it? I do

89. Who was the last person that invited you to their house? my sis

90. Have your parents ever told you about any alternative names they considered for you, or the name they would have chosen, if you’d turned out to be a boy? yeah, my dad wanted to call me Sarah, but mom said no cause thats what his ex girlfriend was called. they also called about the name ‘fearne’

91. Are you friends with any of your exes? n/a

92. Have you ever had to make an emergency phone call? no

93. If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? single. I dont believe in actively looking for someone, I believe in fate and that God will bring the right person along at the right time.. (I just wish he’d hurry it up a bit haha)

94. What language do you like the sound of? italian

95. Think about the last guy, outside of family, that you had a conversation with. Do you find him sexy? ew no

96. What do you think is an assumption that someone could make about you, just by looking at your Tumblr? Would this assumption be correct? that Im obsessed with newt Scamander... and they wouldn't be wrong ;)

97. What’s the most attractive physical feature of the person you love/like? no one I like atm, but I find certain eyes and mouths attractive

98. Do you consider yourself to be a strong person? Why/why not? nope. I'm just not.

99. Tell me about a special moment you’ve had with the person you love/like. again, n/a right now

100. What are you doing tomorrow? not much, I can't move much atm with my injury

#survey #long

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many-miscellaneous-musings · 7 years

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Jughead x Blossom!Fem!Reader- IDFC

Inspired by the song IDFC by blackbear :) First ever attempt at a song inspired fic soooooo lets go! There are some lyrics in here, but it is not solely based upon the lyrics :p The lyrics that are included are changed a bit, just for grammar reasons

Reader was never like the rest of her family, until she feels she has to be.

Warnings: well considering it’s me, swearing. Definite swearing. Also underage drinking

Words: 3140

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The party was in full swing, the dance floor packed and the people around you all stoned or hammered. You couldn’t complain, being in the inebriated state, dancing between all of the teens around you, trying to forget the world and the life you’d been living.

(Y/N) Blossom. The forgotten Blossom, the one nobody had remembered existed after your brother’s death. Even before then you had done all you could to keep it a secret that you were a Blossom. You hated the way your family treated the town, and while your siblings Cheryl and Jason had been better than your parents, that wasn’t saying much. You were only a year younger than them, but they had always been closer to each other than you, and always outshone you.

No one could tell you were Blossom just from looking at you, your hair was a deep (H/C) that you wore in a ponytail or in your hood. Your sense of style was muted, always having preferred the dark blues, purples, blacks and greys. If you were adventurous green would join the mix, but that was a rare occasion. You were nothing like your sister, a quiet little thing that preferred to sit in the back room of your home doing some creative outlet. Or sitting in your room, reading or singing.

Maybe that was why you and Jughead had hit it off so well as children. You didn’t tell anyone who you were, and as small children it never came up, and he was never able to tell from being around you. The two of you would spend hours at the playground coming up with the most interesting make believes, weaving tales between just the two of you. Archie and Betty would join in a lot, but there was no denying you and Jughead had clicked more than any of the children had.

He of course learned who you were in middle school, when your parents had decided that you couldn’t sit out of Cheryl’s and Jason’s birthday party this year. You had hated the loud, over the top parties of the past and hadn’t invited your best friend before, knowing you would sneak off with one of the nannies to see him in the park instead. that year had been different, your parents sick of the vanishing act you pulled every year, and had said you could invite whomever you pleased, so long as you stayed at the party. Of course you had plucked up the courage and invited the small group of friends, worried they would think of you differently but he had just shrugged and agreed to come. It changed nothing, and you two still managed to sneak off halfway through the party anyway. The two best friends going to the park that they so desperately loved, and just playing by themselves, weaving new tales of princes and princesses, fairies and wizards and dark forces. Like most kids do.

You were different from your family. You were happy to be, content in life. Until your brother had been murdered.

When Jason was found dead Jughead became different. He had been growing distant from you for months now, and he had told you his mother had taken Jellybean and left, but that was all you could get out of him. He refused to talk about his home life after that, and you had tried to respect his privacy. These were the months when you realized just how hard you had fallen for him, as soon as he was fading from your life, you realized just how much you needed him. Being best friends and nearly inseparable for so long, you had never realized that you wanted to be more. Until you couldn’t be.

When Cheryl had shown up soaking wet and crying, things in Riverdale were never the same. Suddenly there was more eyes than normal on both the Blossom sisters, and your parents began to buckle down on the two of you to be perfect. The spitting image of how they wanted, and they tried to make you the replacement to Jason. You had to be just like your sister, dress like her, act like her and you hated every second of it. Your only solace was the dark haired boy you had grown to love. You had stopped talking to Betty and Archie after the road trip fiasco, not wanting to hurt Jug more than he was already hurting. What you hadn’t known, was that this would be the downfall.

The problem was, he was fading faster than ever. He had tried to be there for you when Jason went missing, but the book began to slowly consume his life. He had something to throw himself into, a project to distract him from his every day struggles in life. He began to keep secrets from you, and became distant. At first he had been good about not bringing up the book in front of you, and you had given him your blessing to write it. But soon it became the only thing on his mind, and he became less wary about your feelings about bringing it up with you, constantly trying to slyly ask about Jason or what had happened. You stopped hanging out with him, and while he noticed the absence, he never went to find you, assuming that you were simply grieving.

When the body turned up was the hardest part, you had always hoped that Jason would come home one day, but not like this.

It was when you and Cheryl grew closer, with the absence of her twin, you were all she had to lean on in the household. And she was all you had left, all of your friends were gone, and your parents didn’t care about either of you beyond making appearances. You and her became slowly more alike, your need for someone to be there for you made you do anything Cheryl asked, until you became her mini me. You started seeing the Jocks, making snide and rude remarks, you became a cheerleader and became popular. Desperate for friends and to feel accepted and for approval. With everything baring down on you at home to become the replacement twin, you simply snapped and did what was asked of you. You hated it, every second of the new you you hated, but you couldn’t bring yourself not to do it. You especially hated when your sister and her friends would target those you used to call your friends, and you had to join in or face the consequences. You hated every single thing you said, but you felt like you had to.

Jughead had noticed your absence of course, and had caught sight of you around town. His brow would furrow when he saw the new clothing you wore, the copious amounts of makeup on your face, the way you would hang around with the vixens and the jocks. In school he had tried to approach you, but you had shut him down and out, continuing your talk with Reggie who had shoved him away, venomous words dropping from both of your lips as he slowly slipped away and out of sight. This was not the (Y/N) he knew, and he didn’t know what to do, so he simply stopped trying.

You had noticed his attempts to talk to him, and it shattered you every time you pushed him away, feeling now as though you had to to stay on your sisters good side. You desperately missed Jughead, but you knew it was pointless to try. He wouldn’t like you anymore anyways, and there was no way in hell he would ever like you the way you wished he would. You had to get over him, or so you’d thought.

And now flash forward a few months and here we are at the beginning of this tale. The music pounded through your veins, your body moving to the music better than it ever had now that you were drunk and didn’t care. Your self consciousness melted around you and you danced, the party setting being your favourite thing these days. You could get drunk, forget your problems and have a good time. At least, until tonight. The party was crashing, you were too drunk, you needed to get home and when you looked around for her, Cheryl was nowhere in sight. After only half an hour of searching for your sister, you pulled out your phone and texted her you’d be walking home. thoughts of the killer nowhere in your intoxicated brain.

You stumbled out the door, holding your sweater around you as you walked slowly through the town, thoughts and memories filling your head as your feet made your way around, and you suddenly stopped, frowning as you looked away from the sky you’d been watching to see that you were farther from home than before. You were standing in the park, the park you had come to so often as a child. Your face broke into a sad smile at the memories as they filled your head before you sat down on the old and rusted swing set. The place didnt look like it had been taken care of in years, and the thought made you sad, but at that moment it didn’t matter. The memories of you and your friends in this park flashed behind your now closed eyelids, as you slowly sobered up just a tad.

“(Y/N)? What are you doin-” you jumped at the voice, cutting him off as you sprung from the swing and oh so (not at all) gracefully fell on your face.

“Are you drunk?” the voice said again and you looked up from between where your hair had fallen over your eyes and you saw Jughead standing there, hands in his pockets and the familiar scowl missing from his face.

You shook your head defiantly, trying and failing to get up off the ground. “No, not at all Juggie,” you said,frowning as he grabbed a hold of your hand to help you. You blushed at the contact, something he blamed on your drunken state. you felt your chest constrict, and

“You’ve been out all night, I don't know where you’ve been,” he said, frowning as he helped you start walking home.

“What makes you say that?” you asked, a frown on your face as you continued to deny it.

“You're slurring all your words, not making any sense (Y/N),” he laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“Come on, lets get you home,” he said and helped you make your way to the road where he loaded you into Mr. Andrews car.

“What were you doing out here Juggie?” you asked as you settled into the seat, looking out the window.

“Fred let me borrow the car to drive up here and write,” he said, shrugging and you nodded, looking out the window.

“I’ve missed you (Y/N),” his voice broke the silence around you and you frowned.

“Me too Juggie,” you said softly and he frowned deeper, his heart panging as he heard the familiar nickname fall from your lips.

“I know I was an asshole, I should have been there for you more than I was,” he said and you let out a loud laugh.

“Jughead Jones, actually apologizing to little old me,” you giggled, “I must be special then” you said and he smirked a bit.

“You are (Y/N),” he said softly and you frowned, the reality of the conversation hitting you like a freight train.

“You’re not going to remember a moment of this in the morning are you?” he asked as he parked the car on the street in front of your house and you frowned again, shaking your head.

“Prooooobably not,” you said, “though I wish I would. I missed my bestest friend,” you said softly and giggled again as you saw a small smile tilt the corners of his mouth.

“You know, I have feelings for you, I act like I don't fucking care, Cause I'm so fucking scared,” you said, face pointed towards your knees as you spoke the words, unable to bring yourself to look at him as you spoke, but unable to see a downside to getting it off your chest.

“What?” was his only response and you laughed, “I'm only a fool for you And maybe you're too good for me Juggie. I dropped you so fast, and then I had no one left. I dropped the boy I think I love, and Ive never regretted anything more,” you whispered while the stunned boy sat in silence. After a moment of deafening quiet you realized he wouldn’t answer at all. you nodded at the rejection, stomping down the way your heart broke a bit more, knowing you shouldn’t be surprised he didn’t feel the same, and you turned and got out of the car, stumbling into the house and up to your bedroom, falling face first into bed.

Jughead just watched you go, unable to think, speak or function at all until his phone buzzed in his pocket, a text from Archie calling him back to his place of residence. Your words circling in his brain as his heart thumped.

You liked him back. you had told him so, and he had done nothing about it. He tried to tell himself it didn’t matter, that you wouldn’t remember anyway

The next morning you woke with a groan, hearing Cheryl pounding on your bedroom door.

“What?” you asked through a groan, shielding your eyes from the sun as your sister made her way into the room.

“Sorry I couldn’t bring you home last night sis, I’m just glad you got home safely,” she said as she sat down on the bed next to you, passing you a couple of painkillers and a glass of water to help with the hangover. You accepted both items and quickly downed them before sighing.

“Did you come home alone? Or did someone bring you? I do feel really bad for abandoning you, but I passed out on Reggie’s bed, and no, nothing happened. Him and I just talked,” she said, a playful eye roll gracing her features.

As she spoke flashbacks of the night came back, and your stomach dropped, remembering everything you had thought you would forget. Tears began to slide down your cheeks as you realized what had happened. You closed your eyes and Cheryl’s gaze immediately sharpened.

(Y/N)? Whats going on honey? Why are you crying?” she asked, pulling you into a hug as you told her everything, finally confiding in your sister what feelings you had been holding for so long. She held you and smoothed your hair, trying to calm you as you spoke. When you were finally done crying she simply held you.

“I’m going to kill him,” was her words in the silence and you shook your head.

“Don’t, he cant control his feelings just like I cant control mine. It almost seems like it would have been easier if he’d told me pretty lies, just look me in the face and Tell me that he loves me, even if it's fake, 'Cause I don't fucking care at all, not anymore Cherry,” you said softly, using the nickname you’d given her in these times you’d gotten closer to her, “It feels like him lying to me would have been easier. I shouldn’t even remember this shit,” you said softly before stopping and looking at your sister, whose face was only full of sympathy. “But you mean you aren’t mad? You wouldn’t have been mad?” you asked softly and she threw her hands up in exasperation.

“I don’t care who you’re dating honey, as much as I don’t like fre-” she said, biting her tongue and stopping herself from using one of the many nicknames that had been thrown Jughead’s way.

“I don’t care, and I’m sorry I made you feel like I do. I know you weren’t as close to Jason and I when we were kids but I want you to know he always did like Jones. He knew how much that kid made you happy, and so did I. We never tried to stop you hanging out with him because you were happy with him. Jason would have wanted you to make yourself happy, and so do I. I wouldn’t have tried to stop you,” she said softly.

“Really?” You asked her softly and she nodded.

“I’m still going to kill Jones,” she hissed, anger in her voice, “Even if it isnt for him not feeling the same way, but for saying nothing at all,” she hissed and you rolled your eyes.

“I pounced my feelings on him, while I was drunk off my ass and he doesn’t even think I remember. I told him I’d forget,” you said softly and she nodded her head.

“I know sis, but I think you know what you need to do,“ she said softly, “And I mean all of it. Stop trying to be like me because you think I’m going to drop you. You’re my sister (Y/N) and I’m not going to abandon you again,” she said softly and you nodded, smiling as you tried to think of how to get past the boy in the back of your head.

“Does this mean you and I are going shopping? And you don’t get to tell me what to wear?” You said, joking a bit and she laughed, nodding her head. Things seemed like they’d be ok.

When you went back to school on Monday it was in a familiar pair of dark jeans, sneakers and your old oversized hoodie. Only the old, basic amount of makeup you had worn before Jason’s death graced your face, and your sketchpad was held against your chest. It was like the old (Y/N) was back, and much to everyone’s surprise, she was.

The days went on as normal, you stayed on the River Vixens so you could begin to talk to and get to know Betty again. Her and Veronica accepted the new you with open arms, much to Cheryl’s joy. your sister didnt meddle as you regained your way into the friend group and left hers. She was simply happy that her baby sister, was regaining the sparkle that had been missing from her eyes. That she was beginning to regain her joy of painting and photography, began to write down the stories that went with the paintings. She was proud of her sister, in ways that only a sister could be. The friendship with the Sad Breakfast Club was easy, they all forgave you for the words you had spoken in your grieving state, and had agreed not to talk about the things you had said without meaning.

Jughead watched you slowly begin hanging out with his friends again, and actively avoided you. He thought you couldn’t remember the confession, and that made it easier, but he still felt uneasy about it. Knowing you liked him back made it harder to hold back his feelings. Only two things had held him back in the past, and those were gone now. You were no longer a clone of your sister, and he knew you liked him. It was easier to ignore you than to face his feelings head on. He just, couldn’t do it. He was terrified to.

You on the other hand, had decided to come clean to him. you knew it would be hard to but you knew he deserved the truth. You assumed it was because of that night that he had been avoiding you, and you assumed that if you told him you didn’t care, maybe you would get your best friend back. Maybe you could fix things with him.

You approached him in Pop’s, sliding in the booth across from him, unable to not notice the way he tensed up as you did.

“Jug?” you asked softly, but he just continued to type, staring intently at the screen. “I remember what I told you,” you said softly and at this his fingers stilled their frantic typing and you took another breath. “I don’t care that you don’t feel anything back, I don’t care if we cant be together, just please, I miss my best friend. I don’t want you avoiding me all the time anymore, I miss you, I’ve missed you this entire time. I said so many things when I was with them, but it was because I was hurting and desperate. It doesn’t excuse the things I have done, how much of a bitch I was, but I miss you. I don’t fucking care, just please let me back in,” you said softly and his eyes snapped up to yours, tears now sliding down your face slowly. He sighed and closed the laptop, looking you in the eye as you spoke.

“I like you too,” he said softly and you blinked.

“What?” you asked and he shook his head.

He just rolled his eyes and leaned across the table, pressing his lips to yours gently. Your lips molded perfectly together, moving in sync as you silently were stunned. When he pulled away, a small smile was on his lips.

“I like you too (Y/N). I’ve liked you for a long time, and I should have shown you a long time before I lost you. I knew you were hurting and I pushed at it, I pushed you away, I became so absorbed in my writing and I just, stopped caring about the real world. My writing gave me an escape from the things going on at home, and if I’m honest, got my mind off of you. I was terrified of what I was feeling at the time, and I didn’t know what to do, so I buried it. I couldn’t face your rejection, and I just couldn’t handle the thought of losing you,” he said, a dry laugh escaping him, “What I didn’t realize was that in doing that I was losing you even faster. I missed you,” he said softly, rambling a bit and getting everything off of his chest, “and I understood the remarks. I know you were just trying to do what you needed to do. I don’t give a fuck about what you said about the others and I, it was because of your sister and because you were grieving and alone. I know, and I understand why you pushed us all away. It was my fault you were alone. I got so wrapped up in my book and I was an asshole to you, and I made you lose Archie and because of that Betty and then I treated you like shit when I shouldn’t have been, when you were the one grieving and I should have been there for you. I guess I really fucked up huh?” he asked, a blush across his face as he scratched the back of his neck.

A small smile ghosted over your face and you nodded, “I forgive you too Jug, can we please, please just go back to how things were?” you asked softly and he shook his head, taking your hand.

“I kind of would like to see one change?” he said and you nodded.

“So would I,” you said, a sheepish smile appearing across your face, a wide grin on his.

“Just keep your crazy sister away from me,” he joked and you smacked him on the arm, laughing.

“She’s not so bad once you get to know her. And let her give you a makeover at least once,” you said and he shuddered at the thought, rolling his eyes but a small smile upon his face.

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What was on your mind mostly today? things i had to do today, like pick up a package from the post office. wyatt. jacob. lots of other stuff.

If someone looked on your bed, what would they find? right now, blankets and two pillows.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? surprise party for one of my cousins at 9:30 pm. that’s about it. other than that, i’ll be just hanging at home taking care of pups and wyatt.

Are you nice to everyone? for the most part, yes.

Is it possible to be single and happy? well, yes.

Is it easy for people to make you cry? right now it probably wouldn’t take much.

Did you sleep alone last night? nope. i haven’t slept alone in a very long time.

Do you play with dead bugs? no. gross. who does that???

Honestly, are you dating two people? i am not.

Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? i’ll probably be working but that’s about it, besides wyatt getting older and growing...

Have you ever slept in the same bed with someone other than family? well, yeah. my husband and i have shared a bed every night since he turned 18 pretty much.

Do you want to see somebody right now? jacob.

What if you had a baby with the person you like? i did have a baby with him. and he’s the cutest. :)

Are you happy? yeah, i would say so.

Have you ever tripped in public? i do that all the time.

Is there anyone who doesn’t like you? oh, plenty of people.

Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? no. but i have sat in the front.

Are you stubborn? i definitely can be.

Do you tend to hold a grudge? not generally i guess.

What’s a fact about the last person that texted you? he’s a welder.

Has anyone called you perfect before? it’s possible.

Where is the biggest scar on your body? my right elbow.

Have you ever been told you were amazing? i guess so.

Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? not likely.

Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at the moment? nope.

Do you trust all your friends? not really, no.

If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? i’m sure i could think of some things i wouldn’t argue changing. i fuck shit up all the time.

What pissed you off today? thinking about vaness and michelle and all the bullshit.

What was the last thing you cried about? jacob made me feel like i’m sucking at being a mom but i’m not. i’m doing damn good, and i’m pretty much the only one who really takes care of wyatt. jake goes to work and comes home and plays video games with a headset on.. i can sometimes get him to hold him for me so i can go bathroom or cook.. he sometimes changes diapers too. jacob doesn’t really do well with babies i guess..

Who was the last girl you talked to? my 14 year old sister.

Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? yeah, or at least, used to.

Who sits next to you in English? i’m not in school anymore.

Ever talked to someone who was drunk? many, many times..

Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? yes i have.

How late did you stay up last night and why? we went to bed around 11:30-12.. that’s when wyatt was done eating and sleeping.

Do you know how to properly use grammar in a sentence? it might not always seem like it, but yes, i do.

Are your parents very protective of you? yeah, they’re pretty protective, even though i’m 23 years old.

Will you be in a relationship in the next couple months? definitely.

How many drugs are in your system? none.

The person who hurt you the most calls and needs you, do you go? probably not, honestly..

Is it easy to pretend everything’s okay for you? i think i’m pretty decent at it. most of the time, everyone thinks i’m totally okay.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to on the phone? not really..

Do you think you are a good person? i don’t think i am, no. although i’m not a horrible person either.

What do you want right this second? my diploma and transcripts so i can get a job i actually want when i get one.

Do you think it makes him weak if a guy cries? of course not!!! guys are just as human as girls and have every right to express their emotions too. it’s bullshit that society tries to make it so they can’t..

Have you ever cried cause you were so mad? definitely has happened.

Could you last in a relationship for over a year? obviously. been with jacob over eight.

Who were you with on your birthday? jacob and family.

Have you ever crawled through a window? i have.

First person to talk to you in 2014? i don’t remember. probably my parents or siblings or jacob.

Do you miss your past? yeah. or, parts anyway. i miss being close to some people and the way some things were.

It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it? i wouldn’t know.

Do you have anything interesting planned for the next week? not especially, no.

Who was the last person to text you? Do you know when that person’s birthday is? my brother. and i sure do. september 11.

What were you doing 4 hours ago? i was just getting ready to leave my house to got to the post office and whatnot.

Is there a certain song that you can’t stop listening to atm? not really.

Tell me 3 things that your friends don’t know about you. i’m not sure there is anything...

What is something that people often give to you as a gift? books. gift cards. money.

Do you tend to hold on to a lot of stuff you don’t need, just because it has sentimental value? most definitely do that. drives jake nuts. we have a couple boxes of stuff because of that..

What is something that reminds you of your ex? none honestly.

Has the last person you kissed ever cried in your arms? not in my arms, no.

Which would you prefer to receive as a gift - flowers or chocolate? probably flowers. i don’t eat much chocolate. flowers are pretty.

When did you last take a shower/bath? Do you wash your hair every time? not even going to lie, it was sunday. i never get to do much to take care of myself.. i might see if i can get a shower in tonight though since we’re going out probably tomorrow night.

Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now? i’m okay here i guess.

Do any of your followers on Tumblr have your phone number? no. well, i take that back. a couple of my sisters follow one of my blogs and they do have it of course. they never get on tumblr though.

Will you be going out tonight, or staying in? tonight we’re hanging at my parents’ house a bit because i have to do some laundry and try to get some sort of health insurance for wyatt. my dad’s going to help us look at options. on the plus side, my mom is making dinner.

How many times have you been in love? once truly.

If you were heartbroken, who would help you pick up the pieces? i don’t know that anyone would, because i probably wouldn’t talk about it in “real” life..

Apparently, it’s very common to crave chocolate around the ‘time of the month’; do you ever get that craving? not really chocolate but i tend to eat a little more, and will never pass up sweets. lol.

What was your last reason for crying? i already answered this.

How would you feel about dating someone who had a reputation for being a player in the past? Do you think that players will ALWAYS be players, or is it possible that they can change? i mean, if they showed me that wasn’t still who they were, i wouldn’t care. it’s totally possible for most people to change.

Did you sleep well last night? not especially. little man was up every couple hours to eat, and a little before 4 am it took a couple hours to get him to go back to sleep after i fed him again.

Is your bedroom big enough for you? it’s an okay size i suppose.

Are you looking forward to seeing someone soon? jacob when he gets off work.

Ever had a one-night stand? no. those aren’t my thing.

Is anyone flirting with you? no. that doesn’t really happen anymore.

Have you ever felt pressure to do anything you didn’t want to, like smoking, drinking, or losing your virginity, before you were ready for it? If so, how did you deal with that? yeah, i’ve been pressured to do things, but i generally still didn’t do whatever it was.

Do you consider yourself to be an intelligent person? Why/why not? i’d say i’m pretty average in intelligence.. i’m not super smart, but not dumb either...

Who would you most like to be stuck in a lift with? probably jacob because he’s good at keeping me calm most of the time.

Is there anyone you’d HATE to be stuck in a lift with? christian, jason, matt, or tito are at the top of that list.

When did you last talk to the person you love/like? What did you talk about? this morning. just goodbye and told him to have a good day.

Have you ever seen your father cry? yeah. not often, but it sucks when it happens.. either parent, really.

How would your parents react if you got pregnant? my mom was thrilled but my dad was a little worried i think because the world we live in today and whatever. wyatt has them both wrapped around his little finger though already now.

Do you/did you keep to your school’s uniform/dress code? i followed our dress code for the most part except some of the more ridiculous rules, like about where holes were allowed to be on pant legs.

If the last person you kissed said you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? yes. i would.

What was the highlight of your summer? this summer hasn’t come yet.

The last time you threw up, was it because you were hungover? nope. i had to take the glucose intolerance test when i was pregnant and after my blood got drawn, i threw up all over the bathroom at the doctor’s office.. it sucked.

Have you ever seen the film ‘Wake Wood’? What did you think of it? i have no idea what that is.

Are you confused about anything atm? Is there anything bothering you? Or, is everything good? not really confused about anything at the moment. only things bothering me is i’m tired and some financial things and other things i don’t want to talk about right now.

If you say ‘I’ve had enough’ or ‘I’m done’, do you always mean it? not always i guess.

Who was the last person that invited you to their house? i honestly don’t remember. probably tito but he just wanted to try to get in my pants. turns out he is a super shitty person who pretends to care but he really doesn’t. probably should have figured that out sooner, but i give out way too many chances.

Have your parents ever told you about any alternative names they considered for you, or the name they would have chosen, if you’d turned out to be a boy? not really.. i probably would have been jonathan if i had been a boy.. that’s what they named my brother.

Are you friends with any of your exes? nope.

Have you ever had to make an emergency phone call? yeah. once when my brother and parents were fighting.

If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? it’s going alright for the most part.

What language do you like the sound of? i don’t know, really.

Think about the last guy, outside of family, that you had a conversation with. Do you find him sexy? does jacob count even though we’re married and technically have started our own family? i guess since he’s technically my family along with our son, he wouldn’t. that means it’d be the cashier at the gas station, and i can’t say that i found him all that attractive, so no.

What do you think is an assumption that someone could make about you, just by looking at your Tumblr? Would this assumption be correct? i don’t really know to be honest. and it depends which blog or whatever they’re looking at.. this one, they’d probably think i’m mostly okay and normal.. i don’t think that’d be correct..

What’s the most attractive physical feature of the person you love/like? his eyes.

Do you consider yourself to be a strong person? Why/why not? i’m definitely not strong physically and i don’t think i’m all that strong emotionally either.

Tell me about a special moment you’ve had with the person you love/like. when we got married. it was crazy stressful but once it started, it was amazing and everything i wanted.

What are you doing tomorrow? cousin’s surprise party probably at least for a bit. everyone wants me to go so they can see wyatt. lol.

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(Betty Cooper x Reader): She’s Perfect (2/4)

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! Look out for the next part in a day or two (apologizes for any spelling and grammar mistakes) ((also Grundy literally doesn’t exist lol))

Part 1 / Part 3 - Part 4

The next morning you were still eating your breakfast when the doorbell rang. You quickly dumped your dishes in the sink and raced to put your shoes on before opening the door.

“Sorry we’re late,” Betty said with a shrug as you grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“That’s fine, I was running behind too,” You reply, flashing the two of them a sheepish grin as you step out onto your new porch, “I woke up late,” You explain, “I’m not used to living in such a quiet town.”

“That’s totally fine,” Archie replies, “I was the one that made Betty late in the first place, she was super eager to your place on time.” He says, which you notice cases Betty to blush slightly.

Archie and betty spent the walk telling you about the different teachers and their other friends so that you’d be somewhat prepared when you got to school.

When you walked in they led you to the main office where Archie helped you get your schedule and locker number.

“You guys get started on your tour,” betty told you, “I‘m giving my own to another new student so I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Alright, see you Betty,” You said, waving slightly.

“Bye, Betty,” Archie said before leading you out of the main office and into the now crowded hallways of Riverdale High, “Betty likes to start off her tours with fun facts about the history of the school but I think that’s sort of lame so if it’s alright with you we’ll just jump right into it.” He says, rubbing the side of his neck nervously.

“Sounds good,” You tell him was a nervous smile.

After pointing out all of the standard features of Riverdale High (lunchroom, lounge space, gymnasium, all of the classrooms you had classes in) Archie led you to the Auditorium.

“This is the auditorium, school plays, talent shows, concerts, etcetera take place in here,” He explained, “I hope you don’t mind… but I kind of need to talk with someone who’s practicing in there right now…” He trailed off nervously.

“Oh! I don’t care!” You said, “I mean, I’ll just hang back, it’s no big deal.”

Thanks,” Archie said, sighing with relief before opening the door and leading you in, on to the stage.

There were three girls wearing cat ears sitting around, practicing some song you’d never hear before in the middle of the stage.

The two of you stood there, watching the three of them jam out together, you were in awe of them, and it seemed like Archie was too.

Suddenly one of the girls saw the two of you standing there and stopped abruptly, “Excuse me, this is a closed rehearsal.” She said.

“I’m sorry I’m giving a tour and...” Archie started, gesturing toward you, causing you to smile sheepishly at the other girls, “Josie, right? I was hoping I could talk to you about some songs I wrote?”

“Let me just stop you right there. You’re staring at our pussycat ears, which is rude, but let me break it, and them, down for you,” She said, standing up, “ The Pussycats are building a brand, creating a signature look, okay? We’re telling a story. Last year, we won Rockland County’s Battle of the Bands. This year, we’d like to build on that success, continue telling our story with songs we write.”

“I get that. It’s just - “Archie started before Josie, the girl cut him off again.

“Read my glossed lips, Justin Gingerlake. Not...Gonna...Happen.” She stated, mockingly waving him off.

You raised your eyebrows before shrugging and walking out, you could here Archie right behind you.

“Archie, listen,” You started once you were back out in the hallway, turning to face him, “You shouldn’t listen to that girl.”

“(Y/N), you’re new here. Josie and her band are the best musicians around, if they don’t want to help me… I don’t have anything.” He told you.

“Well, I bet you’re pretty good,” You told him, “I’m a pretty good judge of those kinds of things.”

Archie blushed slightly, “Thanks, let's get to class,” he said, leading you down the hallway.

Betty’s tour was going… fine. Veronica seemed decent, at first Betty thought that she wasn’t going to be able to make it through the entire tour, Veronica just gave off this air of superiority. Betty had gotten used it it now, and it helped that Kevin was here to help her explain some of the more... quaint aspects of Riverdale.

As she was walking around explain things Veronica suddenly stopped.

“Oh! Who’s that?” She asked, grabbing Betty’s arm and looking down the hallway where Archie was leading (Y/N) on her tour.

“Oh, that’s Archie and (Y/N),” Kevin interjected as Betty seemed at a loss for words.

“Red-headed Ansel Elgort and that (Y/H/C) knockout? Wait, Is he your boyfriend?” Veronica asked seeing the look on Betty’s face as she watched the two of them walk down the hallway together, deep in conversation.

“No, he’s straight,” Kevin answered at the same time that Betty replied, “No, we’re just friends.”

“They’d make a cute couple,” Veronica said offhandedly, “Don’t you think?”

“No,” Betty said a little too quickly, surprising Veronica.

“To clarify,” Kevin started, “Archie and Betty have always been endgame. Plus, Betty met (Y/N) over the summer and is conflicted because she doesn’t know which one she likes more. If they end up together, that’d destroy Betty.”

“Well, you should ask one of them to that semiformal you were talking about,” Veronica replied, taking in that information rather well.

“She should, but I heard it might be getting cancelled. Because of what happened to Jason.” Kevin replied, “They’re going to tell us at the assembly.”

“Who’s Jason and what happened to him?” Veronica asked, confused.

The gym was packed with people, you were sitting with Archie and Moose, one of the football players you’d met briefly this morning, who didn’t actually seem that bad now that he wasn’t with that other guy, Reggie. You’d seen Betty walk in with a raven-haired girl (probably the girl she’d been giving her tour to), they were sitting a few rows over from you.

You listened as a girl, Cheryl, gave her speech about her brother Jason, the one whose death your parents were investigating. She mentioned that the semiformal wasn’t cancelled but other than that you’d pretty much tuned her out.

Before you knew it, it was lunch. You trailed after Archie, a habit that you’d decided wasn’t all that bad, joking with him about something that had happened in class. You were sitting between him and Betty, along with Betty’s friend Kevin, who you were already getting along with (you’d heard plenty about him from Betty over the summer and she’d talked about you with him too).

Archie was playing you guys some of his music off his laptop when the raven haired girl from before walked over, “Can I join?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Betty said as Archie closed his laptop.

“Hi, I’m Veronica,” She said, introducing herself to you.

“(Y/N), Nice to meet you,” You replied, smiling at her as she set down her tray.

“What are we doing?” She asked.

“Listening to one of Archie’s songs,” Betty replied.

“I thought we were going to have to pretend to like it, but it was actually really good.” Kevin said, leaning in.

“Same, I was so worried I was going to hate it,” You said, smiling at Archie, “I was genuinely really impressed.”

“Wait, that was you singing?” Veronica asked, “Something you wrote?”

“It’s rough.” Archie said.

“No, it’s great.” Betty cuts in, trying to reassure Archie.

“It’s incredible, actually, the little snippet I heard.” Veronica adds, “Is that your thing? Music? Are you doing something with that?”

Archie nods, “Yeah, that’s the plan.” He replies, “So how are your guy’s first day’s going? Good?”

“Yeah,” You reply with a grin, “I really like it here.” You added before turning to Veronica, “What about you?”

“Not to be a complete narcissist, but I thought people would be more…”

“Obsessed with you?” Kevin says, filling in for Veronica, “Any other year you’d be trending number one, for sure. This year though, it’s all about Cheryl trying to win the best supporting psycho Oscar for her role as Riverdale High’s bereaved Red Widow.”

“Hey guys, I gotta go, I’ve got a meeting with the music teacher about doing lessons.” Archie says, standing up, “Then I’ve got football tryouts so…”

“You play football too? What don’t you do?” Veronica asks, surprised.

You laugh, even though no one else does, “Bye Archie!” You call after him as he walks away.

“I should probably go too, I wanted to go meet with someone about joining student council.” You say, packing up your books, “It was nice to meet you guys,” You said to Kevin and Veronica, “I’ll see you later, Betty.” You add.

Once (Y/N) was gone Kevin turned to Veronica, “And no, Blue Jasmine, no, she hasn’t asked either one of them to the dance-”

“Not yet, and don’t talk about Archie or (Y/N).” Betty cut in moments before Cheryl Blossom walked over.

“Veronica Lodge, I’d heard whisperings. I’m Cheryl Blossom, may I sit?” She asked, “Betty, would you mind?” She asked, pointedly.

Betty sighed but quickly slid over.

“So, what were you hens gossiping about?” Cheryl asks as she sits down in the seat that had just been vacated by Betty, “Archie’s Efron-esque emergence from the chrysalis of puberty? Or maybe that new girl, the supermodel, how did find such hot friends?”

Betty shoots Veronica a look before Veronica has a chance to respond, “Extracurriculars, actually.” Veronica fibs.

“Cheerleading! You must.” Cheryls says, “I’m senior captain of the River Vixens.”

“Is cheerleading still a thing?” Kevin snarkily asks.

“Is being the gay best friend still a thing?” Cheryl shoots back.

After school you were walking out of the student council meeting and decided to text Betty.

(Y/N) 4:04: Hey, are you still at school? Stud co just finished Betty 4:05: yeah, I’m at cheer tryouts with Veronica in the auditorium, we should be done in a bit if you want to wait for us (Y/N) 4:05: Awesome, I also texted Archie, we’ll be out on the football field whenever you guys are done

You walked onto the track and saw Archie right away, it’s really impossible to miss that bright red hair. You waved at him shyly, flashing him the best smile you could muster. He waved back when he saw you. You sat down on the bench nearby and watched him try-out, and you had to admit, you were pretty impressed with how good he was.

Betty was talking to Veronica about Polly when she saw Veronica perk up and call out, “Archie! (Y/N)!” She called out. Betty looked up to see (Y/N) and Archie standing a ways ahead of them on the track talking and laughing.

“You’d better pick one of them.” Veronica said, turning to Betty.

You and Archie both turned when they heard Veronica call out to them. Your smile turned into a grin when you saw Betty.

“Hey,” You said to the two of them and you walked to meet them.

“Nice outfits,” Archie said, causing you to realize that they’d made the cheer squad.

You break out into a grin, “Ah, Congrats you guys!”

“Betty here has something to ask you about the back to school dance,” Veronica said, not taking her eyes off Betty. You stood there for a moment, she was going to ask Archie to the dance, or you. You couldn’t really tell who.

“I was wondering if you guys wanted to come with the two of us,” Betty said, somewhat awkwardly.

“Huh?” Archie asked.

“What?” Veronica said, turning to Betty.

“It’s your first dance at Riverdale,” Betty said, looking between you and Veronica, “you should have someone to go with, even if it’s just a group of friends.”

“I mean, I’d love to,” Veronica replied, glancing back over at you and Archie.

“I don’t know if I’m really in the head space right now,” You stalled, you’d just gotten to town after all, going to a dance filled with strangers isn’t your idea of a fun night.

“Oh, that’s okay,” Betty replied, sounding totally rejected.

“No, totally unacceptable (Y/N)-kins,” Veronica butted in, “You’re coming to the dance with us, all of us,” She added, looking pointedly at Archie.

“I’m in,” Archie responded, raising his hands up in defense.

“Okay,” You said with a shrug but a small smile, hopefully you’d be over this thing with Betty by then and could enjoy the dance, even if it was just as friends.

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