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mkstrigidae · 3 years

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Current WIPs and Fic Concepts

I promised I would do this yesterday, and then I forgot!!! (I was very sleep deprived). Anyways, here are a bunch of the WIP premises that I have in my 'unfinished drafts' folder. Most have at least a few pages written for them, but I love them all! ☺️💕

- A Santa Clarita Diet AU (Jonsa) Takes place in sunny southern California, where a shitty dinner at a mediocre restaurant turns into a huge problem for Jon and Sansa when Sansa's heart stops beating. Although she seems fine, Jon is flabbergasted several days later as he watches his wife- who alphabetizes their pantry and refuses to let anyone wear shoes in the house- rip the throat out of one of the sleazy new partners at their law firm, eating half of him before anyone processes what's going on. Hilarity ensues as Sansa's inhibitions and filter disappear, Arya ropes an extremely confused Gendry into helping figure out what the hell is going on just because he moderates the zombie forum on reddit, and Jon tries to deal with the fact that the woman he loves more than anything is now a humanitarian. He really could use a drink. (This one is actually mostly complete, but i need to refine a few things- i really love it. It's as gory and irreverent as the show, so viewer discretion advised, but it's a BLAST to write).

- A Thor/MCU AU (Jonsa, Steve Rogers/Sansa)- Asgardian prince Aegon is banished to Midgard after one too many arrogant decisions, and is promptly hit by a van containing Dr. Sansa Stark, Dr. Barristan Selmy, and Margaery Tyrell- two astrophysicists studying wormholes and Sansa's best friend and pseudo-intern. Marg yells at him, he yells back, Sansa tases him, and Barristan didn't sign up for the kind of heavy lifting that getting a 200+ pound slab of muscle into the back of a van takes. And then Aegon's younger brother, Jon, shows up, in the middle of an identity crisis because, apparently, he's adopted. He wasn't intending to stay, but he's rather drawn to Dr. Stark and her brilliance, and against her better judgement, she starts to trust him, and maybe even like him. This story is in about three parts so far- the first is based on 'Thor' and the second on 'The Avengers' and are fully Jonsa, and the third started as a family bonding story between the Stark kids and Tony (Ned and Tony are second cousins, and Ned was really supportive of Tony in rehab without expecting anything in return), and accidentally turned into a Steve Rogers/Sansa Stark story, which is a pairing i am HERE for. A lot of this one is written, but it needs some fill in before publishing, although it's one of my favorites that i've written to go back and actually read.

- A Star Wars AU (Jonsa) where Sansa and Arya are Alderaanian princesses who are off planet when Alderaan is destroyed- Sansa as a senator and Arya as a pilot, both working for the rebellion, and jon is a smuggler who does not know how all of these people got on his ship and why two princesses are sassing him. His copilot, Tormund (yes he's a wookie), thinks it is hilarious. I started this one just the other day, and it's already thirty pages long, most of them involving Sansa and Arya sassing people. Dany is a leader in the rebellion, Roose Bolton is the emperor, and Barbrey Dustin is a disgruntled former jedi trying to live in peace on a remote planet until another Stark crashes into her life and harangues her into teaching again.

- A witches/magic AU (Jonsa) where the Starks run an apothecary and spellcasting supplies shop. Jon had been completely in the dark about magic before his mother confessed to being born into a family of witches. He finds himself traveling to her hometown, trying to understand her world more clearly, and what it means for him. On the way, he develops something of a crush on the red-headed shop clerk who brews the best headache potions in town. Featuring lots of magical shenanigans, this is one of my favorites in the folder :)

- A 24 hour diner AU (Jonsa) where Jon is a local mob boss, and Sansa works the late shift at Seaworth's diner to buy textbooks for the PhD she's working on in botany. Sansa's running from memories, and Jon has a soft spot for the red-headed waitress who always remembers how he likes his coffee.

- An East of the Sun, West of the Moon AU!!! (Jonsa) This is one of my fav fairy tales, and of course i couldn't resist Jon as a direwolf striking a deal with the starks!

- A Roomates AU (Jonsa)- Arya, Jon, Tormund, and Sam have been renting the same house together off Winterfell's campus for years- but when Sam moves in with his girlfriend, they need one more person on the lease. Sansa, about to relocate to Winterfell for grad school, finds out that her boyfriend has been cheating on her and that her housing plans have fallen through, all on the same day. Needless to say, she's a bit upset when she calls Arya to relay the news. There's a simple solution here, if Arya and Tormund can stop teasing Jon about his crush for five minutes. (any excuse to write tormund and arya roasting jon, tbh).

- A Fae AU (Jonsa)- When Sansa, a baker living in the city, washes her face in an enchanted spring on a camping trip, she gains the sight as a result. Suddenly able to see the fae underworld all around her is disorienting and terrifying. Sansa tries to conceal it- afraid of what might happen if the fae around her know that she can see them- but slips up, and catches the attention of Jon Snow- one of the lords of the unseelie court.

- A nuclear winter wasteland AU (Jonsa)- (?? I don't even know how to describe this premise, haha) where the Starks are living and running the Free Winterfell settlement in Siberia after a worldwide nuclear meltdown. Before the fallout, Sansa was one of the world's preeminent researchers in plant genetics and pathology, and works at the settlement to create newer, disease and radiation resistant crops to distribute for free to other settlements, aiming to break up the monopoly that Lannister Corp has on the market. Jon is a scavenger, searching throughout Siberia for his sister Rhae who disappeared several years previously. When he runs across Arya Starkovna, helping her fight off another band of radiation ravaged scavengers is just instinct- he doesn't think twice about it. In thanks, she brings him to the Winterfell settlement, where her brother Robb offers Jon sanctuary and resources, in exchange for serving as a bodyguard for Sansa when she travels to other settlements. Sansa is not particularly thrilled by this arrangement, but given that multiple parties seem to want her dead, she doesn't have much of a choice but to accept his company.

- A reincarnation AU (Jonsa)- of sorts. Robb is an archaeologist who finds a strange set of runes at a site up north, and immediately calls in Jon Snow- a historian and expert in said ancient language, as well as an old university friend of Robb's. When he arrives though, Robb shows him their most valuable finds- two mysterious ice blocks, with what appear to be perfectly preserved bodies from over a thousand years ago. No one could ever have imagined that either of them were still alive, but when the ice melts, revealing two very alive girls, the entire crew is instantly buried in NDAs, and given an assignment from the Westerosi government to figure out what the hell was going on. Sansa and Arya wake up, extremely confused about the world they live in, trying to adapt and mourning all that they've lost, even as the people around them wear familiar faces.

- Soulmates AU (Jonsa)- (Yes, another one, I love this dumb trope) Trauma surgeon and medical resident Sansa Stark is having a very bad day, and ends up meeting her soulmate during what she thinks is a mugging gone wrong. Fortunately, he’s not the one mugging her, just an intervening bystander, but she ends up slightly shot nonetheless. Sansa’s fretting about bleeding on the upholstery in his car, but Jon is a bit more worried about her injuries than the blood stains. He’s a bit confused when she threatens him if he takes her to a specific hospital, nearly has a nervous breakdown when she insists on doing her own triage, and is very charmed when she insists on ice cream after taking pain meds at the hospital. On Sansa’s part, she’s a little less concerned about being shot, and a bit more concerned about whatever weird first impression she’s making to her soulmate while high as a kite on pain pills. (this one just needs some tweaking to be postable- I'm not sure if it's going to be a oneshot or a series, but i love what I have already)

- A Demon/Archivist AU (Jonsa)- where Sansa works in the university's historical archives in Oldtown, and is learning to restore old texts with her fellow student and friend, Alleras (Trans Sarella is an amazing concept). When Joffrey Baratheon shows up with a pile of old books from his family's library to donate, Sansa is eager to get away from his sleaze, and accidentally takes one of the books home with her in her rush to leave. Unbeknownst to her, it's more than it appears, and when she leaves it open overnight, she accidentally summons forth Jon- an ancient, powerful, and extremely annoyed demon who is under a curse, and now hers to command. As Jon and Sansa try to get used to this new normal, the Lannisters (unaware that Joffrey had donated the tome) try desperately to find the book and it's owner, wanting Jon's power for themselves, and putting Sansa in considerable danger unless she can figure out how to break Jon's curse. Fortunately, she's a pretty good researcher, even if Jon is initially a bit of a grump. (This is based on a total wish-fulfillment mary-sue type premise for something I wrote when I was thirteen, and I revisited it and wanted to see what it would look like if i took it very seriously, and i am really enjoying it so far. It's a love letter to the terrible, heartfelt writing i was doing in middle school that created the foundations for my writing today, and so much fun).

The one that I am MOST excited about though:

- A Pacific Rim AU!!!! (Ned/Cat, Gendrya, Braime, Sansa/Jon Umber)-Twins Sansa and Robb Stark have always been completely in tune with each other, and when your parents are Jaeger pilots and your mother invented the neural handshake, what option is there but the Jaeger academy? Sansa studies to be an engineer, but ends up copiloting the Jaeger 'Winter Wolf' with her twin brother, after they lose Ned Stark to cancer. When Robb is ripped out of the conn-pod and killed by a kaiju while he's still connected to Sansa, she barely manages to kill the creature before stumbling back to shore, traumatized, grieving, and swearing that she'll never pilot again.

Unfortunately, the Kaiju don't stop just because Sansa does, and when the end of the world is imminent, Marshall Catelyn Stark orders both her daughter and former pilot Jaime Lannister (who lost his twin and copilot, Cersei, several years previously) back to Hong Kong for one final stand. Forced to face both her demons and an irate Arya, furious that Sansa had abandoned the rest of them after Robb's death, Sansa and Arya have to figure out how to pilot Winter Wolf together before the apocalypse comes for them all.

Featuring Marshall Catelyn Stark (commander of the Hong Kong Shatterdome, inventor of the neural handshake, former Jaeger pilot, and BAMF), Sansa x Jon Umber (Yes i know it's a rare pair but i've always kind of loved the idea of them, even though we know so little about him), Kaiju parts dealer and smuggler Petyr Baelish, bickering kaiju biologist Dany and theoretical mathematician Jon Snow, LOCCENT officer Theon, lots of snark, lots of angst and heartfelt conversations, and a weird friendship between snarky-grieving-asshole Jaime Lannister and kind-quiet-grieving Sansa Stark, who are the only two people in the world who know what it's like to lose a copilot and a twin in the drift.

Thanks for reading guys!! There are more, but some of them I just don't know how to explain quite yet, haha. I'd love to hear what you guys think about these!

#my writing #fanfics #fanfic wip #jonsa #jonsa fic

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timelordthirteen · 3 years

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Desperate Souls 1/?

Mr. Gold/BelleFrench, Explicit

Summary: A broke and heartbroken Belle French comes to an agreement with Mr. Gold to do a little modeling, just for him, in exchange for the money she desperately needs, but it isn't long before they both realize they've made a deal they didn't understand. Based on this prompt.

Chapter Summary: Belle makes a depressing discovery and considers her options.

Notes: OKAY. Here we go. Chapter 2 is almost done, but everything was getting stupid long and in spite of my plan I had to break it up. The entire story is all fully outlined now, but I make zero promises about my ability to keep it updated because I'm the worst. In total it will be anywhere from 10 to 15 chapters.

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Belle stared at the paper in her hands.

$37.23

That was all that was left in the account. She staggered and then dropped down onto the old sofa. Her heart was thumping in her chest, her face felt hot, and her vision blurred. The page fluttered away, sliding over the coffee table to fall off the edge and onto the floor on the other side. The corner of the paper fluttered in the air from a heating vent in the floor, and she watched it for a long moment before her head dropped to her hands, palms pressed to her face as tears stung her eyes.

Her heart, her hopes, her money; Garrett Gaston had taken everything.

Well, almost everything. Apparently, she still had thirty-seven fucking dollars and change left. She shook her head and laid back against the cushions, breathing slowly. Calming down was step one, step two was figuring out a logical plan to fix things. Most of the regular monthly bills: car payment, cell phone, and utilities, had already been deducted before Garrett had a chance to clean out their shared account. That left whatever was on the credit card and the rent to pay. She let out a short, humorless laugh, and sat up. There wasn’t much on her Visa, some books she ordered from Amazon last month and her Netflix subscription. Even if there was more she could get away with making minimum payments if she had to and eat the interest until she got back on her feet. The rent was a whole other story.

Mr. Gold didn’t do minimum payments, but he did do late fees and interest.

There was also her promise to her father. Moe French was always just barely making ends meet, and she had agreed to loan him some money to buy extra stock for the flower shop ahead of Valentine’s Day, something she had done last year as well. That holiday always put the shop in the black for a while, and she hadn’t been concerned that she wouldn’t get her money back. Now she was wondering if she would also need a loan of some kind just to keep a roof over her head.

Maybe she’d even have to move back in with her father.

Belle blinked, letting the tears roll down her cheeks, leaving trails through her makeup. Living with Moe was not an option, not if she wanted to maintain any semblance of a relationship with him, which left her with few choices. She pushed to her feet, wiping at her face with her hand as she crossed the small living room to pick up the bank statement. Her eyes immediately went to the top of the page.

Beginning balance…$4,737.23

The statement crumpled in her hand, her fingers squeezing it into a tight ball, digging the sharp edges of the folded paper into her palm before she spun on her heel and threw it across the space. It smacked against the door to the bathroom. She followed it up by yanking the ring off her left hand and flinging it in the same direction. It made a satisfying ping as it careened off the doorknob and rattled to the floor.

Rage fueled her as she stomped through the apartment, snatching up the handful of things her now very ex-fiance had left behind before he fucked off to Mexico with a woman who wasn’t her, taking all of her money with him. She felt like an idiot for agreeing to sign Garrett onto her account before they were married, but in the moment it had made sense to pool their funds. They were starting their new life together, supposedly, and he made a point of saying he wanted to help pay for the wedding.

Belle and her father didn’t have much, and from the outside it seemed like Garrett was far better off financially. He had a decent job selling insurance, a nice car, nice clothes, and his parents were very well off real estate agents in Boston. Or at least that was what he had told her. She had never met them, and that, combined with the fact that he had yet to make any deposits into their now shared account, told her all she needed to know. Garrett Gaston was a lying asshole, and for all she knew his parents could be dead or have disowned him. It was clear he had used her, though she wasn’t sure the year long charade was worth the four thousand-seven hundred dollars he’d stolen from her.

She let out a ragged breath and ran her hands through her hair. A hooded sweatshirt with a rip in the front pocket, a paint splattered t-shirt, a pair of work boots that had seen better days, a phone charger, and a mismatched pair of socks lay in a pile on the sofa. Everything else he’d taken with him, including half the hangers in the closet. He must have crammed it all into the same large suitcase and duffle bag he’d used to move in just three months ago. She wondered if he’d had it all planned before then, or if it was a spur of the moment decision. When had he met this other woman? Had he cared about her at all, ever?

Belle sniffed loudly and rubbed her nose. She refused to shed any more tears over Garrett, and looked around the room for anything she might have missed. A thought hit her then, and she hurried into the kitchen, took one of the chairs from the small table by the window, and used it to reach up on top of the fridge. Her heart sank when she felt nothing but dust. He’d even taken her emergency fund, mostly made up of spare change and small bills shoved into an old jar. She wasn’t sure how much was in it, but it had to be a couple hundred dollars. That brought the total to almost five thousand.

Deflated and exhausted, she climbed down off the chair, and placed it back at the table. Then she walked back into the living room and briefly contemplated setting Garrett’s things on fire. There was a burn barrel in her father’s backyard that he used for yard waste. Maybe she could invite Ruby and Ashely over for a bonfire, and roast marshmallows that they imagined were ex-boyfriends.

That thought made her smile, but a few seconds later, she sighed and reluctantly went to pick up the bank statement and engagement ring. Being angry might make her feel better temporarily, but it wouldn’t solve any of her current problems. Unfortunately, neither would anything Garrett left behind, which were clearly items he no longer cared about and which had no value. At least she’d been wearing the ring when he packed up and left, or he likely would have taken that as well.

She went into the bedroom and sank down on the end of the bed. The mattress dipped and the frame creaked, yet another reminder of her less than stellar financial state. A couple of weeks ago, they’d talked about getting new furniture after they were married, in particular, a bed, and Belle rolled her eyes at the memory. She put the engagement ring back in its box on her dresser, and decided to take a shower. As the hot water ran down over her neck and shoulders, she made a mental list of what she needed to do, and felt calmer after she was done.

After drying off and changing into some comfortable clothes, she shoved Garrett’s belongings into a trash bag and set it by the door to take down to the dumpster in the morning. Then she sat down with the little notebook she kept in her purse and a pen, and started writing out her expenses for the next month. By the time she was done, and after considering the amount of her usual paycheck, the total she would at the end of next month was...fifty four dollars.

She fell back against the sofa and blew out a breath. There was no way to make the math come out any better. Rent included the usual utilities, but there was food, her cellphone, car insurance, and those incidental costs of existing like laundry detergent and toilet paper and probably a hundred things she’d end up running out of next week. It felt like life was out to spite her. The cushion she had worked so hard to build up was gone, as was the paycheck that had just deposited. Garrett probably waited until Thursday just for that reason, to squeeze just a little bit more out of her and make her ruin complete.

She got up and went back into the bedroom. The ring box seemed to be mocking her as she reached for it, and she flipped it open and scowled down at the princess cut diamond. It was about one carat in size, flanked by two smaller diamonds, which gave the ring a total weight of about one and half carats. It was huge as far as engagement rings went, and she supposed that was more of Garrett showing off money he didn’t actually have. The truth was she didn’t care for it at all, the squared off princess cut being her least favorite, and the set of three gems gave it a bulk and gaudiness that wasn’t her style. But it was what he had picked out and proposed with, and because of that she made herself like it. The band was rose gold, her favorite, which was at least one thing he managed to remember about her.

Belle snapped the box shut and shook her head. The ring had to be worth something, and though there was only one place in town she could take it she was confident that Mr. Gold would give her a fair price. He had always been fair, even if he often came off as cold and eccentric. She’d never had a problem with Gold, though she didn’t really know him that well either. A few times she had gone out of her way to try to be nice and talk to him, but he seemed annoyed and eventually she gave up. She was friendly and polite when she saw him, not just because he was her landlord, or because we wielded some strange power over most of the citizens of Storybrooke, but because she sensed he was someone who didn’t have a lot of kindness in his life.

She set the ring down and yanked open the bottom dresser drawer. Inside was a small collection of what could only be described as ugly Christmas sweaters, leftover from the annual holiday parties that Granny would throw at the diner. Those were taken out and set aside. Beneath them was something that made Belle frown all over again, a pile of silk and lace, with a few price tags caught up on each other. It was the pile of lingerie that she’d been reserving for her wedding and honeymoon.

The sting of tears made her blink and she felt her earlier anger bubbling up again. She knelt down in front of the drawer and pulled all of it out, throwing it behind her on the bed. Then she set about separating it, untangling tags and eye hooks, and pairing up the things that went together. She hadn’t worn any of it yet, but the items with tags had been purchased too long ago to return, never mind that she had probably thrown out the receipts weeks ago. It wasn’t designer stuff or anything, but it had to be worth something, so she folded it all into a neat stack and placed it on top of the dresser. Then she set the ring box on top and resolved to take all of it to Gold’s shop tomorrow.

None of it would be missed.

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #belle x mr. gold #lemon fic #;)#my rumbelle fic #fic #deals and debts #desperate souls

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abalonetea · 3 years

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Just Keep Breathing: Chapter Three

I was partnered with @the-dot for the @originalfictionbigbang! Thank you for working with me, Dot!

Here is the first chapter! I’ve split the first 10k words between four chapters, and will be posting them all in a masterpost in just a moment!

Summary: It’s the height of storm season and everyone in Hi-Banks, Florida is getting ready for the bad weather. It should be a year like any other - but on the tails of a national pandemic, a new disaster strikes. More than one new disasters. So many disasters that Eddie Carver would like to put some of them back, thanks. He’s just a down on his luck guy living in the local trailer park with his boyfriend. He’s not interested in dealing with the revival of an old murder case - which he knows nothing about, thanks -, the storm season of the century, or…zombies?

Yeah. Absolutely not interested in the zombies.

This black-comedy follows the inner workings of a small town as they band together to survive, and the young man - reckless, mean, angry, written off b the big city folk come to look into a cold case - that might hold all of societies survival in his hands.

Forget about society.Eddie’s only interested in keeping his friends alive.

Chapter Three – The Troubles Begin

“ - the riot appears to have originated inside of an office building in Toledo, where the CEO of Marino Corps was evidently thrown from the top floor window. The cause of the riot is unknown, but it has grown both in number and in scale of violence. The hospitals in the area are overflowing with victims, many of whom are suffering from bite wounds - “

Click.

“ - and if the tropical storm continues on this path, it will run directly in front of Hurricane Beth. The resulting storm will make land fall with Florida - “

Click.

“ - is the streak of violence we’re currently seeing in large cities a result of drugs, a side affect of the vaccine, or something else entirely? Today on The Sooty Orange we’re going to discuss - “

Click.

Carson groans. “Everything sucks. Just hit the radio.”

Eddie stretches over and clicks on the radio instead, oldies crooning into the quiet trailer park. “Man, why is it so hard to just find something fun to watch, huh? What happened to playing movies and stuff?”

“Dunno. It’s a real drag first thing in the morning, though,” says Carson. They’ve got a spread of coffee in mismatched cracked mugs on the little table in front of them, along with a few microwaved breakfast burritos and an open bag of sweet chili pepper flavored chips. “You work today?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to hit up the garage this evening.”

“Ugh. So we still aren’t going to get the truck up?”

“Part might be in today. I’ll check on it,” says Eddie.

They aren’t talking about the news and they aren’t talking about the agents, and that’s just facts. They didn’t need to speak about it. They just both sort of came to that conclusion. No point in discussing something that can’t be changed, and Eddie won’t say a word on the Mulborne case, not even to Carson.

They eat and change and head off on their own separate ways, passing Bonnie Barker and her dog Poncho on the way out of the trailer park. She waves at them and the dog goes nuts barking. It’s cloudy and gross out, and Eddie has a really bad feeling that it’s just going to be a bad damn day.

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The little black car is parked outside of the mechanic shop, and the moment that Eddie gets close to it none other than Agent Russo steps out. He’s got this awful slicked back hair and a stupidly expensive looking suit. The other agent isn’t there.

“Ugh. You again?” Eddie squints at him and sucks on his front teeth. “I told you, man, I don’t know anything about the Mulborne case.”

“Something tells me that’s not the truth. I’ve looked into you, Eddie Burke. In and out of trouble for years. You’ve got a record a mile long, and you were the last recorded person seen speaking to those missing tourists,” says Russo. “I think that the two of us need to have a little talk.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t.” Eddie makes to walk in past him but the agent grabs him by the elbow, wrenching him to the side. “Hey! Get the Hell off of me, man!”

“I don’t know how you people do it out here, but let me tell you this,” says Russo. “When I say we need to have a talk, it’s not something that’s up for debate.”

A sharp whistle splits through the air. “Alright, boys. That’s enough. You want to talk to him, you get here with a warrant or you do it off my property,” says Penny. “That’s how it works around here, boy. And you, Eddie, you get to work. I got a car that needs the tires changed out, pronto.”

Eddie jerks his arm out of Russo’s grip, flips him off, and scurries into the garage. There’s not actually a car needing the tires changed so he mostly just loiters around until Penny comes inside, shaking her head.

“This is a whole lot of bad business that we don’t need to be dealing with right now,” says Penny, clucking her tongue. “I don’t like that man poking around none. You think someone needs to go out and give Benny a heads up?”

Eddie hops up onto one of the counters. “No way. Benny’s on his own.”

Penny purses her lips. “Neighborly.”

“Hey, I ain’t neighbors with him,” says Eddie. “You want to hike all the way out there for this, you be my guest. I’ve got enough that I’m dealing with. You been keeping track of this storm?”

“Yeah,” says Penny. “We’ll have to close up shop if it gets too much closer.”

“Red’s still planning on going out to his cabin. That dumbass.”

“Really? I don’t think I’d want to go out in this kind of weather.”

“You’re telling me,” mutters Eddie. “Hey, do you actually have work for me today?”

Penny gives him another pinched smile. “Yep. You’re gonna work on my boat motor. Put those skinny fingers of yours to good use for a change.”

Eddie groans. He hates working on boats but – cash is cash, he supposes.

* * *

Eddie swings by the gas station on the way home from work to buy a six pack. TJ’s working and Rat’s hanging off him out at the front counter, the door to the beak room blocked open with a tire iron and the grainy box screen style TV showing off the national news; the riots are spreading across the country, hitting every major city. There’s talk of it possibly being related to the vaccine or even a new street drug that’s being passed around, something similar to a hyped up bath salt.

“That’s stupid,” says Rat. “I’ve done those before, and no one out in some big city pent house is going to snort bath salts.”

“Coke,” says TJ.

Rat squints at him. “Coke doesn’t make you bite people.”

“Nah,” says TJ. He lights a cigarette. “But that’s what they do, you know. At those fancy parts. Snort coke.”

“Gimme one of those.” Eddie wiggles his fingers at the pack.

Rat pipes in, “oh, if he’s having one, I want one too!”

TJ grouses and grumbles but passes them each a smoke. “You owe me for that.”

Rat sticks out his tongue. “Join the club. I owe everyone.”

“Man, after the day I had, I deserve one of these. You all seen those feds running around?” Eddie asks. “Can you believe they’re out here about Benny?”

Rat perks up. He’s actually pretty good friends with Benny, even despite everything that’s happened. “What, really?”

The bell above the door chimes and they glance over almost as a group, only for Smith to come walking in. She heads for the back of the store, grabbing a few things from the little center rack where all the pre packaged and over priced sandwiches only tourists buy are at.

And sure, maybe the smart thing to do would be to just shut up, and stay quiet, and let the whole thing blow over, but Eddie’s never been particularly smart. He’s sharp and mean and good with his fists, and he scuttles across the gas station, still clutching his bummed cigarette, just so he can get right up in Smith’s face and tell her, “you need to make that little attack dog of yours back the Hell off. I didn’t do shit, you hear me?”

Smith, clutching a plastic wrapped chunk of carrot cake pulls back. “Excuse me?”

“I said that you need to back off. I don’t care who the Hell you people are. If that asshole shows up at my work again, I’m gonna clock him,” says Eddie, all teeth, and from the other side of the gas station Rat crows with laughter.

“Shit! Did you have the feds sicced on you?” Rat jams his cigarette out against the top of the counter. “That’s a trip!”

“I – have no idea what you’re talking about,” says Smith.

“Yeah, I totally believe that.” Eddie takes a step back, takes a drag off his cigarette. “You people come tearing in here and start shit, but you know what? No one around here is gonna put up with that. We got enough troubles happening. We don’t need you dragging up old ghosts that are already put in the ground.”

“What? No, that’s not – we already discussed that,” says Smith, shaking her head. “I didn’t realize that he was going to try and follow up on a dead lead. I’m very sorry. If there was an issue with your work place because of this, I can – I’ll happily speak with them tomorrow.”

The apology is so out of the blue that it takes Eddie off guard. He freezes, glances over at the counter. TJ shrugs his shoulders.

Smith continues, “we’re not looking to cause issues for anyone. We’re just doing our job, same as anyone else. I’ll speak with Russo. It won’t happen again.”

She steps around Eddie, all neat as can be, pays for her wares, and leaves. Just like that. As if it’s all nothing.

In the wake of it, Eddie sidles back up to the counter and puts out his cigarette in the little fish shaped ash tray. “I’m outta here. Just ring me up for the beer.”

TJ does, the chime of the register, and says, “I don’t know. I think I would’ve spilled the beans already.”

“You say anything to those agents, I’ll break your face,” warns Eddie, the words a sort of harshness that only comes from fear. “You got that?”

Rat cheerfully chimes in, “I’ll totally help.”

#wip jkb #my writing #writeblr #original fiction big bang #zombies

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princessplantasaurus · 3 years

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Sponge AU Masterlist (for drabble requests and more!)

Alright so I literally just realized that I’m out here asking people for drabble prompts and vaguely mentioning my AUs but...a lot of newer sponge followers found me after the proshot and therefore weren’t around for these AUs?? So here is a masterlist of my Sponge AUs! I’m currently accepting any and all drabble prompts for any and all of these AUs and I’m also willing to answer questions or give some headcanons about them should anyone be curious! I’m also willing to do AUs of these AUs, such as, say a soulmate AU taking place in one of the AUs listed below, for example. 1. Regular Humanized Musical AU Basically exactly what it says on the tin. Based on the musical, all the characters are/appear human. Wrote quite a bit for this before, can be found here. 2. Regular Humanized Musical AU except Karen’s a robot Same as above, except while everyone else is a human, Karen appears human but is a robot. Sheldon built her originally as an assistant for his (then) new restaurant, and somewhere along the way she developed romantic feelings that she never expected him to return (but obviously, he did). Typically a little more angsty or in the hurt/comfort genre than the regular humanized musical au, often drabbles took place much before the musical, in the early days of Plankton and Karen’s relationship. Wrote quite a few of these, can be found here.

3. College AU Ah yes, the one that started it all. Basically a humanized college AU but this was the main one I wrote for. There was a fic posted on ao3 and also several drabbles. First year student Edward started at college in Bikini Bottom with his high school boyfriend as his roommate. When his roommate cheats on him during frosh week, he eventually works up the nerve to request a move. He ends up rooming with fellow first year students Bobby and Patrick, who were best friends from day one. Bobby works at an on-campus restaurant as fry cook, and eventually gets Edward a job as cashier, replacing Sheldon, the former best friend of their student manager, a fourth year student named Eugene Krabs. Eugene and Sheldon were best friends since elementary school, and went to the same college with the plan of graduating with degrees in business and food science and opening their own restaurant together. When Sheldon stated dating Karen, however, it through a wrench in their friendship. Eugene knocking up his girlfriend and now having to worry about being a father on top of graduating and managing the restaurant has put a lot of stress on him. Meanwhile, Sandy Cheeks, a first year student, just got kicked out of the sorority she only got into since she was the daughter of an alumni. There’s so much more I could say about this AU since this AU is the most “my baby” of all of them but I’ll leave it at this. 3a. Coffee Shop AU An AU of the College AU that featured Bobby as the campus’ resident barista, who deemed himself cafe cupid as he tried to pair up both Sheldon and Karen, and Perch and Edward. Wrote a small handful of things that can be found here. 4. Battle of the Bands AU Team of Tres, 3 twenty something best friends (Bobby, Patrick and Sandy) who have been playing as a pop rock band for a few years, and are finally entering the Bikini Bottom Battle of the Bands, where the winner gets signed to a major label. They think they have it in the bag, until they realize last year’s runners up, Chum Bucket, who toured with the Electric Skates as their opening act, are back to compete again. Chum Bucket is a duo, fronted by leading man vocalist Sheldon Plankton, who considers himself a bisexual sex god rock star and likes to maintain this image, often bringing fans backstage to make out with them. Doing literally everything else for Chum Bucket is the second member, Karen, who writes, produces, and arranges all their songs, while also live mixing and DJing behind Sheldon during sets. What no one knows is Sheldon and Karen have actually been dating for close to 10 years, something they’ve been keeping secret in order for Sheldon to keep up his ‘image’ with the fan base. Feeling the need to add a little extra edge to the band, Bobby recruits Pearl, the teenage daughter of his day job’s manager, after hearing her sing one day and realizing she’s a better lead vocalist than he’d ever be. Pearl’s dad doesn’t exactly KNOW they’re doing this. And why, pray tell, is Bobby’s next door neighbor always complaining about their music? What could Edward possibly know about music, anyway? (When I was initially going to write this as a fic I kept Edward’s role in this a secret and tbh I still kinda want to unless someone requests a drabble prompt that involves his involvement.) I did write a little bit for this au, all of which can be found here. And now onto the stuff I never got around to writing! 5. Monsters and Aliens AU This one’s gonna be vague as hell because this started as a vague pitch of “Spongebob Universal Monsters AU” that me and my friend Bella kept snowballing in DMs (specifically while I was in the stock room at the place I worked at the time one day, I remember this vividly for some reason??). So basically you got Sheldon who’s a vampire, Sandy who’s a weresquirrel, Squidward as a Phantom of the Opera type, and Patrick who’s a Frankenstien’s Monster type. They are all basically being held in a house arrest type situation, free to live in their little house on the outskirts of town but not wanted by Bikini Bottom as a society since they’ve all wreaked havoc on the town before. Spongebob is town’s local hero kid. Ever since he was young, his upbeat unbreakable positivity and unwavering stick-to-it-iveness have been utilized by the town to stop disaster, including sending him to save them from the monsters multiple times. When a race of alien robots invade and threaten to not just destroy and conquer Bikini Bottom, but the world, the town decides it’s best to send the monsters at them like a little monster army. Spongebob, worried for his monster friends, decides to spearhead this process so that he can help them plan and train. (Karen is also involved in this AU, as one of the alien robots who “defects” to the “good side” because Plankton “sucessfully” “secudes” her, but that’s a whole separate side tangent) 6. Girl Group AU I LITERALLY FORGOT THIS EVEN EXISTED UNTIL I WAS GOING THROUGH OLD DMs AND IT CAME FLOODING BACK TO ME. Sandy, Pearl and Karen started as a group of high school friends posting videos of themselves singing on YouTube who eventually got big enough to be signed to a major label. Sandy is the lead vocalist and doesn’t really want to BE a musician anymore. Singing was fun when it was just a side hobby she did with two of her friends, but she hates the fame and doesn’t want to pursue music as a career. She’d really rather dedicate her life to science, but she doesn’t want to ruin things for Pearl and Karen Pearl is the youngest (was 15 when they started making videos as opposed to Sandy and Karen who were almost 17) and feels like she’s constantly stuck in Sandy’s shadow. Wants to prove to the world (and her dad) that she’s more than just Sandy’s back up singer. Karen writes all the songs and mostly stays out of the spotlight. Has highkey been sleeping with their manager since day one, despite Sheldon claiming he treats all of his clients equally and doesn’t play favorites. (should be noted that Karen and Sandy were 19ish by the time they were signed and Sheldon would’ve been 20 or 21 since I picture him as an intern who got to surpass his mentor by finding and signing ‘the next big thing’ so like...the Sheldon/Karen relationship is at a healthy age difference don’t get that twisted) But yeah those are the AUs!! And I may think of more!! But I’m back in Sponge mode and want to write more drabbles so feel free to send literally anything into my inbox!! It can be just a little idea of your own, and I’ll also be reblogging starter prompts a few times a week if you’d rather send something from one of those! Feel free to specify an AU! Or not and I’ll pick the one I’m feeling! But thank you very much to everyone who read this monstrosity of a post I owe you my life.

#spongebob broadway #spongebob musical #the spongebob musical #spongebob squarepants musical #spongebob the musical #spongebob squarepants the musical

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vivilove-jonsa · 5 years

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For the Jonsa Dialogue Prompts: “Just let me have like, three seconds to pretend everything is okay before we go back in there.”

Thank you @mynameisnoneya1991 for the prompt! This one took a spooky turn on me which I figured you might not mind despite our mutual feelings regarding mannequins 😱🎃

Sansa tugs her cardigan closer and flips her ponytail, trying to pretend she’s perfectly cool being here in Baelish’s House of Wax Wonders. Honestly, this is giving her the creeps but she doesn’t want to admit it. They’d laugh at her if she did. It’s just a wax museum. Yes, the displays are frightful. It’s nearly Halloween and she expected that. But do they have to be so life like?

That’s the point, silly.

But why do some of them feel like they’re almost alive? Almost like their sightless eyes are following her?

“Are you scared, kitten?”

She jumps but it’s just Jon and she can see the concerned look in his eyes. He’s not going to laugh regardless of her answer.

She feels his hand brush against hers and she can’t help smiling. Her boyfriend is the dreamiest. Pouty lips and sad dark eyes, black curls slicked back with his leather jacket’s collar popped, he’s every girl’s teenage dream, she thinks.

Oh, some girls would rather have a soc for a boyfriend. Sansa had thought she was the same once upon a time. But Jon Snow’s a greaser from the wrong side of the tracks. He’s also the sweetest boy she could ever hope to know at heart. He’s devoted to his friends and helps his single mother make ends meet with his job down at Hobb’s Diner after school. Her parents had not been very pleased when they’d started dating…until they’d got to know him.

“No, I’m not scared,” she squeaks.

He doesn’t believe her and keeps holding her hand. He looks around at where Pyp’s pretending the Bride of Frankenstein’s about to get him, making the others howl with laughter. It’s hard fitting in with Jon’s friends sometimes. They’re nice to her but she knows they view her as an outsider the same way Jeyne and Robb and Theon probably view them.

“You’re mine, and we belong together

Yes, we belong together, for eternity…”

She sighs hearing the strains of the Ritchie Valens’ ballad coming from the next room. She’d rather be alone with Jon than at this museum tonight, maybe at the drive-in or listening to the radio in his car.

“How about we leave these losers to Dracula and see what’s in there instead?” He can read her like a book.

“Okay,” she giggles before they duck out the door without even being noticed.

What a relief. It’s nothing scary in here. It’s actually a modern display of just regular people at a county fair much like the one Wintertown has every autumn. It really does resemble it. Maybe Jon will take her to it next weekend if she suggests it.

At the center, there’s a Ferris Wheel and Sansa’s surprised they went to the trouble to put one inside the building. Wax figure teens are riding it, their expressions reflecting laughter or terror depending on how well they’re enjoying the ride.

Nearby, there’s a carousel where wax figure kids are eating candied apples as they ride their horses for eternity.

There’s a carney game beside that with a boy throwing a pitch to win a prize for his girl. She can tell the ball’s on target and the girl’s going to get her pink teddy bear. It makes her happy to see.

The green grass underfoot is artificial but it almost smells like real popcorn in here.

There’s even a small stage off to the side for performances like their own fair has every night when it’s in town. That’s where the music’s coming from. There’s a speaker hooked up behind the wax figure band.

“You’re mine, your lips belong to me

Yes, they belong to me, for eternity…”

She’s smiling now, more at ease. The figures are still creepy if you look too closely but the more every day setting doesn’t bother her so much as the Chamber of Horrors did.

“Look, it’s our turn for a spin, kitten,” Jon says with a devilish wink before pulling her into the lowest car on the Ferris Wheel which sits empty.

He just wants to make out, she knows. That’s okay. She loves the way it feels when he’s holding her close and kissing her the way he does. They’ve been going steady for five months now. She thinks she’s almost ready to go all the way although she’s not told him yet.

“Hello, there,” a voice says behind them just as Jon’s leaning in for his kiss. “My, aren’t you two a perfect pair.”

Sansa nearly jumps out of her skin but remembers her manners as opposed to Jon. He looks ready to punch the man.

“Hello. I’m sorry. We were just…looking around.”

“It’s fine,” the man assures them. He’s older, maybe almost her parents age with some grey around his temples. His smile is friendly but it doesn’t seem to touch his grey-green eyes. “This is my museum and I love for children to come and have a look at my creations.”

“You’re Mr. Baelish? The man who’s made all this?” Jon asks.

“Yes, that’s me. And you two fit in very well with my little carnival display, I must say. You’re like a modern-day Romeo and Juliet, aren’t you? But with a happier ending, let’s hope.”

It’s sort of odd the way he says it as he rubs his hands together. Sansa thinks she’d like to get out of the ride’s seat and rejoin their friends. Jon must feel the same although she doubts he’s scared. He never acts like anything scares him.

“Well, we’d better head on, mister, so…” Jon begins to say.

“Oh, no. You’re not leaving yet, I hope. I’d love for you to stay. Your girl is a beauty and her hair is such a pretty red. I don’t think I’ve got a redhead that can compare in this whole place, miss. And I need a greaser for the Elvis set I’m working on but maybe you like it here better? All you kids love Elvis these days and I want to keep you kids happy. Won’t you please come and see? I’d love to get an opinion on it.”

Mr. Baelish, the wax sculptor, comes closer and something’s very wrong. He’s pulling something out of his pocket. Sansa’s heart is pounding. She wants to scream and run away. He’s going to kill them. He’s going to make them part of his exhibit. He’s…

“Sansa?! Sansa, wake up!”

She’s being shaken roughly awake and her eyes flutter open. She sees Jon’s anxious face hovering above her. No leather jacket or slicked back hair. His curls are wild and unruly and he’s just wearing a black sweater.

“What…”

“You were having a nightmare or something, sweet girl. I think you fell asleep on the ride over here.”

She blinks and rubs her eyes. This is not the 1950s and no strange little man from the wax museum is threatening them. She’s in the backseat of Robb’s SUV. They’d all been out for drinks earlier and Theon had suggested something spooky tonight.

“God, what a freaky dream.”

Jon nods and cups her cheek although he doesn’t know what she dreamt. He’s just understanding that way. “Are you alright? Theon bought the tickets but we don’t have to go inside if you don’t feel like it.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sure that…” She trails off as she sees the sign above: Baelish’s House of Wax Wonders.

She wants to tell Jon they shouldn’t go in but all their friends are waiting. She remembers hearing something about the original owner being convicted of murder decades ago. He was later executed, she thinks. Robb and Theon have been jazzed about seeing the old wax museum for weeks now that it’s reopened. It was probably just their talk over dinner that had prompted the dream…but part of her has to know.

She walks through the doors with her friends, her hand linked with Jon’s. It’s horror stuff mostly, more modern than anything they’d have seen in the 50s. It’s dumb but the life like figures still manage to make her uncomfortable.

Doesn’t matter. That was just a dream earlier.

But then, she hears music.

“You’re mine and we belong together

Yes, we belong together, for eternity…”

Her skin is covered in goose flesh in an instant and that tingling sensation racing up to her spine.

“Sansa? You look like you just saw a ghost,” Jon says, staring at her concernedly.

“I…” She stares back at him. How can she tell him of her fear? They’d never believe it. “Just let me have like 3 seconds to pretend everything is okay before we go back in there.”

“Back in there? What are you talking about? We’ve never been here, sweet girl.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” she murmurs.

Her brother and their friends are following them this time and they don’t get it. They don’t feel that chill from the tinny sound of Ritchie Valens crooning away over a set of antiquated speakers. She wonders if they can smell the popcorn as they laugh at the wax figure children still eating their candied apples.

And all of them look right past the redhaired girl with a ponytail in her cardigan being kissed by the greaser with dark, inky curls on the bottom most seat of the Ferris Wheel.

They don’t know why Sansa screams and then faints over wax figures at a pretend carnival in Baelish’s House of Wax Wonders.

They don’t get it. They never will.

#jon x sansa #jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #dialogue prompts #halloween-ish #mynameisnoneya1991

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mychemicalficrecs · 4 years

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hi, do you know any good vampire frerard fics? :)

Hi Nonny!

I do know a few of those: check out this list that's all about Gerard as a vampire (and mostly Frank/Gerard). If that can't quench your thirst, try this list!I've read the first four of these (no. 2 & 3 are the same universe) but there are A LOT of fics about Vampire Frank/Gerard on AO3 and all of these looked really interesting, so there should be something for every taste!Some fics on this list have multiple pairings, I've added those to the descriptions when they seemed more than a background or past relationship.

Vampire Frank/Gerard

Gerard Way's (Vampire) Detective Agency by jjtaylor, Pennyplainknits, more ships in later fics, 164k, Mature, Teen And Up Audiences, General Audiences. Pete, in Decaydance Mansion, with a yarrow stake. Frank and Gerard, in the greenhouse, with a plant of questionable origin. Bob, everywhere you look, with a gang of assassins for justice. Vampires, valets, pamphlets, haunted furniture, dub-thrall, disembodied voices, zombie couriers, and sinister rituals.

They Came From Outer Jersey! by thatsfinewithus, Gen, Frank/Gerard, 25k, Rated R. New London Fire is an elite fringe government force assigned the task of protecting the earth from some of its more interesting threats: those from beyond the atmosphere or even the universe. They've handled dangerous cases before, but they've never seen anything like...ZOMBIES FROM SPACE. Vampires, long hunted in lore and legend, are now the earth's only saviors. There is little information as to who sent the creatures until Mikey Way, head of the NLF, finds out more by being abducted. Is it too late for him? Is it too late for the earth? Find out how six vampires, one government general, and one frustrated comic book artist save the earth in...THEY CAME FROM OUTER JERSEY!!

I Think I Thought (I Saw You Try) by thatsfinewithus, 3k, NC-17. Vampires, and MCR, and porn. Welcome to some weird AU world in which Gee only does awesome comics and Frank is a vampire.

A State Of Orange by gala_apples, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard, 20k, Explicit. Being a halfling in a red state can sometimes cause issues for Frank Iero. He’s the weakest at Jett Clement High School, and probably the entire state (not counting the meal plans). His moods are oddly stable, as much as he tries to be mercurial. And being able to withstand the sun for up to twenty minutes only allows him more time to be forced into chores. Still, his parents are insane if they think he’s going to be happy about their decision. Frank doesn’t want to move to a Mixed state. How is he supposed to get great friends? How is he supposed to find great food? How is he supposed to have great sex? But Frank doesn’t have a choice. He’s New Jersey bound for the next year, if not longer. He’ll be surrounded by tame vampires who have been nagged out of a sex drive, and humans he’s not allowed to eat. Mixed states suck. Lucky for him, not every person in Jersey sucks.

All's Night by MizErie, 16k, Explicit. The war between humans and vampires has been raging for centuries. Too long according to Frank Iero. But if all humans aren't considered equal, what chance do vampires have in the fight for equality? That's why when Frank bought and began running his small bar, The Jukebox, he also implemented All’s Night. All’s Night began as an all-inclusive Tuesday night for tolerant humans and vampires to come together and socialize. Its popularity in the community has grown, and Frank has since started hosting All’s Night on Thursdays as well. Those are his two favorite nights of the week.

Life as a Process by ViciousVenin, 57k, Explicit. Frank's college experience isn't exactly what he was hoping for. He has no idea what he wants to do with his life, his RA scares him, and his roommate Gerard seems pretty weird. Really weird, actually, but not in a bad way. As the two of them get closer, Frank finds that Gerard is one of the most interesting people he's ever met, and cute as fuck to boot. Frank just wishes he could figure out what Gerard is hiding...

The Life You Always Dreamed Of by caffienedcold, 180k, Mature. You’d think having grown up in New Jersey, Frank would’ve outgrown his horror movie fixation. But no, he’s thirty, teaching Italian in fucking Rhode Island and he actually believes the student gossip that the art teacher is a vampire. So what if Frank has had an awful crush on him since the school year started? He’d helped Mr. Way move into his classroom and carried a box containing issue one of Doom Patrol, a Batman figure, and splattered tubes of screen printing ink. You really couldn’t blame him for the crush. And the vampire rumors? Icing on the cake. At least until it’s Frank’s blood on the line.

'Til the Sun Goes Down by BasementVampire, 2k, Explicit. Frank wants to fuck his best friend. Gerard wants to drink Frank's blood.

I Think I'd Go Insane Without You by hellborn, 3k, Mature. Gerard just smiles, his lips closed, eyes dark red and eager. Mikey covers his face with his hands and squeezes the empty bag between his calloused fingers, "I must be out of my goddamned mind for even considering this." A dangerous, thin-lipped smirk spreads across Gerard's face and Mikey can see row after row of long, sharp, teeth gleaming from between his bloodstained lips, "Come along, Mikes, it's time to dig up my boyfriend's dead body!"

Mortui Non Mordant by Tezy, 32k, General Audiences. “Does that matter right now? I’m – fucking dead, man. I wanted to do so much shit with my life before I died!” “You still can,” the guy said. “Like, nothing’s stopping you.” Gerard leapt to his feet, aghast at how casually he was treating his death. That wasn’t very good manners. “Except being dead.” “What did you want? Fucking ballet dancing at your funeral? Get over it, we all did.”

Those Cemetery Eyes by corruptedkid, 11k, Explicit. Every second Gerard was absent, Frank felt like there was a hole in his chest. The day Mikey showed up at his doorstep blotchy and tearstained, the hole collapsed into a supernova, turning him inside out and swallowing him whole.

at midnight all the agents by orphan_account, 18k, Mature. "I'm so, so sorry, I didn't meant to kill you," the black-haired man said in a distressed voice.

we only come out at night by cemetery_driven, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard and Frank are just stupid vampire boyfriends.

Vampire AU by Andromedas_Void, 26k, Explicit and Teen And Up Audiences. Mister Francis Anthony Iero, Junior, Your presence is requested this evening at 221 Upper Birch Lane, North London. A carriage will be awaiting you at 3:00 pm sharp. Cordially yours, Gerard Arthur Way, Esq.

burning up in the sun by akamine_chan, 12k, Explicit. Life hasn't been the same since the Rift. Frank hadn't been planning on getting stuck in this stupid town, kept captive in the sketchiest bar in the universe, chained to the counter like an animal. And just when he'd been sure that nothing could surprise him anymore, he was rescued by a rock 'n' roll band of vampires. He hadn't seen that one coming.

There's A Lot Of Vampires Out There by iamdali, 27k, Explicit. In the year 2025 over 90% of the word's population are vampires. These days, vampires don't have to prowl alleys for human victims, massive medical co-operations mass produce blood and inject it in to every day food. Gerard Way is an office boy for one of the biggest companies in the US, and when he's not paper pushing for Vladimir Co he's plotting to find his still human brother with his companion, Frank.

Like a Secret In Your Throat by frankie_ann, 10k, Explicit. Frank sells himself as a live-in housekeeper/boyfriend. Gerard is a vampire (and independently wealthy artist) with a deeply unhealthy blood addiction who could use a hand around the house now that Mikey is off at school. …Mostly there’s a lot of porn. And blood. And I do believe in happy endings.

(To Die Will Be) An Awfully Big Adventure by FayJay, Frank/Gerard, Lindsey/Gerard, 73k, Mature. Gerard has always vaguely liked the idea of being a vampire, in much the same way he's always vaguely liked the idea of time travel, or of being a pirate - but it's only when he wakes up dead that he realises that not all his fans (or friends) are actually human. This is rather a shock to the system, but Gerard does his best to deal with the fact that he's now an undead American, and he's lucky enough to get a little help from an unexpected corner. Just as he thinks he's starting to get the hang of being a vampire, however, everything suddenly goes to hell in a handbasket, and before he knows it there are angry vampires slayers chasing him around LA, and an urgent appointment with the Fairy Queen looming before him... A story about love, family, metamorphosis, art, trust and geekery.

Cycle of Souls by Green, Gerard/Mikey, Frank/Gerard, Brian/Gerard, 49k, Explicit. Gerard loses his brother in the 17th century, and is turned shortly after. He grieves for his lost brother for centuries, but becomes content when he meets a man named Frank. Now, in the 21st century, he sees someone who looks exactly like his lost brother. In fact, he's positive the young Mikey is his dead brother come back to life. Will Mikey accept a vampire into his life, or is Gerard destined to lose him yet again?

#fic rec list #frank/gerard #frerard #vampires #alternate universe

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asarahworld-writes · 4 years

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a place we could escape sometime

Fritz, Chaz, and Zephyr all belong to @unusual-ly. Thanks for filling up our sandboxes with fleshed out background characters. Hopefully I’ve done them justice.

The football team had, now unsurprisingly, won the game. Coach had given them their choice of ordering pizzas in to their hotel rooms or taking the bus to a mid-scale diner across town. Surprisingly, the vote had split perfectly fifty-fifty. Even more surprisingly, the same vote had split the same way with the cheerleaders on the floor above. The coaches then allowed the teams to mingle, each supervising roughly one team. The cheerleaders’ coach stayed in (Zed suspected that they were used to having little to no real interactions with the squad, with the cheer captains running everything from tryouts to the championship routine) and Coach took everyone else out to the diner.

“Okay, if everyone who wants to come out isn’t ready by seven-thirty, then I’m sorry but you’re stuck with pizza. There’ll be no latecomers – we gotta stick together. This is a school event and we’re responsible for you kids,” Coach said. “Now, you all need to hit the showers, okay? I’m adding that to my list of rules for dinner. Shower and be ready by seven-thirty. That’s all I’m asking of you guys. Can you do that for me?”

Zed’s roommates for the trip were Chaz, Fritz, and Zephyr. Although they had tried to pass it off as a coincidence, everybody knew that they had been grouped together because they were the zombie students on the team. Chaz, the youngest of the group, had pounced on getting ready for dinner as soon as they had entered their room. The other three were too tired to be bothered, at least until Zephyr remembered that they were on a time limit and three people still needed to shower. When Chaz emerged from the bathroom, Zed and Fritz were in and out as quickly as they could.

“Come on, Zeph. We’re hitting the town, let’s go.” Zed shrugged a jacket over his maroon hoodie, knowing that Addison would steal at least one or the other before the night was over.

“You guys go. I’ll grab some pizza from Coach’s room,” Zephyr deflected, looking at the phone meaningfully.

“What? No way, come on you guys aren’t going to leave me alone all night, are you?” Chaz looked around the room. “Zed’s going to meet up with his girlfriend, Zephyr obviously wants the room to call his boyfriend, and Fritz…” Chaz perked up. “Hey, man, we could hang out.”

Zed opened the motel room door, stepping out into the crisp, cool evening air. He quickly crossed over to the room Addison was staying in and knocked.

“Hey, Zed,” Bree opened the door, smiling. “I think Addy’s just looking for her jacket.”

Zed grinned. “Hey. Awesome cheers tonight,” he winked.

“Yeah, they were pretty good. It’s definitely because of us that the team won,” Bree joked, her smile fading when Zed didn’t laugh. She turned to see that Addison had entered the main area/bedroom.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, slightly breathless. Addison ducked her head, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful, wearing a pale blue jumpsuit, damp hair tied back in a messy ponytail. He couldn’t help but notice that the sweater was fairly thin and smirked, knowing that she would end up stealing his jacket at some point during the night. “How about we skip out of here,” he whispered.

“Don’t you mean _delicious_?” Addison held out her hand and Zed took it, firmly clasping them together.

“There’s a diner across the street. Everyone’s either in the motel rooms or at the restaurant. What do you say we have a little date night?”

“I mean, we _could_ get into so much trouble.” Addison grinned. “Let’s go.”

If Zed had had a fully functional human heart, it would have been thudding loudly in his chest. Sure, they still had to sneak out, but they were finally going on a proper date, somewhere where most people didn’t really know about zombies, where they would just be a couple of kids. As he held the door open for Addison, nobody really paid them any attention. There was no sharp spike from his Z-band as he entered the diner.

The little diner was mostly empty, aside from a man passed out in a corner booth. They chose a side both on the other side of the diner, Addison not releasing her hold on Zed as a waitress brought over some water and their menus.

“How are you guys doing tonight?” She placed the menus on the table, and continued: “house special is the classic burger n shake with Joey sauce. Crisp lettuce, red onions, and our secret Joey sauce. I’ll be back in a few minutes, holler if you need anything.” She left them to look at their menus, walking back into the kitchen.

Bells chimed as the front door opened again a few minutes later. The waitress was back; smiling, she seated the new arrivals, then stopped at the table. “How are you guys doing?”

“Good, thanks,” Zed smiled, looking over to his girlfriend.

“You kids see the football game this afternoon? That sure was something else all right, don’t think anyone’s seen Seabrook play like _that_ for, I don’t know, twenty years? Heard they’ve got one of them mutants on the team now. Heck, nobody around here even knew there _were_ mutants in Seabrook, can you believe it? Just twenty miles down the coast, a whole other community of mutants from back when the power plant went down.”

Zed’s stomach twisted.

“Now what can I get you kids tonight?”

Addison picked up her menu, scanning it. “Could I get the chicken salad...with garlic bread...and extra Parmesan?”

“And you?”

Zed pushed the knot in his stomach down and swallowed. “Yeah, uh, could I get the special? Uh, blue rare and could I get it with cheese?”

The waitress was staring at him, so he flashed her a smile. That was when he realized that Addison was also staring at him.

“Sir,” the waitress began uncertainly.

“Oh! And we just won the football game tonight, so if you could add a couple of double vanilla shakes to that, that would be amazing.”

The waitress nodded. “Double vanilla shakes.” She left with their order, and Zed turned back to the table.

“If they make money from people eating here, then why do they serve you a tiny loaf of bread before your dinner?” He sawed off another slice from the small bread, buttering it carefully before swallowing, nearly without chewing. He could feel Addison still staring. “What? Is it meant to just be decoration?”

Addison laughed at that. “What? No, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then what was it? That waitress was giving me vibes, but like, I don’t know.”

“You ordered a _burger_,” Addison whispered in a hush.

Zed stared at her blankly. “...yep.”

“_Blue rare_.”

“...yes?”

“Zed. Humans can’t eat beef that under-cooked. That’s why she was staring at you. We’re not in Seabrook, she doesn’t recognize you as a zombie. You’re just the weirdo who brought his girlfriend on a date to get food poisoning.”

“Can’t take me anywhere nice, can you?” Zed chuckled, grinning. “Think the chef will do it?” His question, though rhetorical, was answered by the momentary return of their waitress.

“Sir, unfortunately we will not be able to fill your order. When ground, beef must be fully cooked in order to avoid bacterial poisoning.” The waitress looked at Zed, clearly expecting him to order something else. When he said nothing, she continued: “we have a selection of meats that can be prepared rare for your enjoyment – steak, lamb, and beef are our most commonly rare dishes.”

While Zed understood that there was a liability issue that could result if the restaurant served under-cooked meat, he was also starting to crave the specificity of a minimally-cooked burger.

He decided to take a chance.

“I’m a zombie. One of the ‘mutants’ from Seabrook. Believe me when I say that this is definitely the way I prefer my burgers.” His wallet sincerely hoped that the establishment would listen to him and allow him to order the more inexpensive menu item.

The waitress stared at him. “I’ll get the manager for you, sir.” She left quite quickly.

The evening wasn’t going at all how Zed had hoped. In Seabrook, he was sometimes treated differently because he was a zombie, but things usually worked out. Integration was slowly becoming more commonplace, but outside of the community were issues that nobody had thought of before. Such as what would happen when a zombie tried ordering food that matched their zombie-fied preferences.

The manager would not allow him to order a rare burger. Zed understood, of course, and had resigned himself to ordering the burger to be cooked as little as the chef deemed safe when Addison stopped him.

“I know that the date was your idea and that you were going to cover it,” she started. Zed smiled sadly, knowing the gist of what she was going to say.

“Addy, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. You have special dietary needs and if a restaurant can accommodate a person with food allergies, I don’t see why this should be any different. But my dad gave me fifty dollars ‘in case of an emergency’, like that would ever happen, and I think this qualifies.” She turned to address the manager. “My boyfriend will be having a steak as rare as you can make it. As will I.”

“Addison, you don’t even like steak,” Zed interrupted. “You wanted the salad. At least have the steak cooked.” Addison looked back at Zed and he could see her relenting. “Come on, the salad has fresh strawberries, you love those. And I’m certain it was you who was disappointed with the garlic bread last week when the cafeteria served spaghetti.”

The waitress looked at them, clearly waiting to see if the couple had finished deciding. “Do you need a few more minutes?”

“No,” Addison shook her head as she turned back to the waitress. “One steak and one salad. A side of yam fries with the steak, and garlic bread with the salad. And two double vanilla shakes for dessert,” Addison ordered confidently.

“That should take about ten minutes.” The waitress finished jotting down the order and went to help another table.

“Addison,” but this it was Zed who was interrupted.

“Zed, it’s fine. Dinner’s on me. Well, technically it’s on my dad. But, hey, we’re out on a date. Let’s not waste it by arguing over something so trivial as who’s going to pay.”

Zed smiled, easily leaning across the table and kissing his girlfriend. “I can think of much better ways to pass the time,” he agreed, mumbling against her lips. He felt her smile, felt air hit his nose as she exhaled, felt her hand reach for his, fingers fumbling as they interlocked. _“Gar gar ga za,_” he whispered, pulling back slightly before re-initiating the kiss. Ten minutes had passed before they knew it and their waitress was back, clearing her throat as she placed their plates on the table.

“Enjoy your meal,” she said casually, giving them a look as she left.

“What was that supposed to mean?”

“Addison, it’s fine. That’s what people say when you’re in a restaurant. Or so I’ve heard.” Zed picked up his fork and speared one of Addison’s strawberries. “Now let’s have dinner, neither of us have eaten since before the game. Eat your salad before I steal all your strawberries,” he grinned, taking a bite from the one on his fork. Addison’s eyes narrowed playfully and accepted the proffered remainder of the stolen strawberry from her boyfriend.

#zombies #zeddison #disney zombies

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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How many walls are in your bedroom? It’s your typical four-wall bedroom. What do you think about Fall Out Boy? I like their older stuff and my favorite album of theirs is Folie à Deux by a mile. Haven’t been able to keep up much with their new material, but I definitely don’t hate the stuff they’ve been putting out. Do you know where Guatemala is? I wouldn’t know where to find it on a map but I know it’s somewhere in the middle of North and South America? At least I’m pretty sure? Do you find musicians attractive? I mean being a musician isn’t necessarily a criterion for me to be attracted to someone, but sure I’ve come across good-looking musicians in the past. Do you like hard boiled eggs? They’re okay but I like soft-boiled more.

Do you know anyone named Hector? Nope. Would you move to another country for the one you love? We’ve had this conversation before and she has vehemently scolded me when I said that I honestly would, but idk that’s me. Then again, we’ve never been in that situation so I don’t really know how I’d actually act when it came to that. Do you own an instrument? We have a keyboard, but it’s for everyone’s use. I don’t own any of my own. What do you usually have for lunch? Ever since the quarantine started my family has only been having very late breakfast and dinner, so I’ve technically been skipping lunch for over a month now. But before this whole thing started my lunch would typically be whatever my mom can cook, which is pretty limited – fried chicken, sisig, and giniling with varied soups are her usuals, if I remember right. Ever had a pregnancy scare? I would have absolutely no reason to have one. What do you think about the Purple People Eater? I’ve never heard of this before. What the hell is that looool Are you pale or tan? Tan. What's the weather like right now? It’s windy, just a tad chilly, and comfortable enough during the night which I’m thankful for, but the days are excruciatingly hot. Sometimes it’ll be very humid and the air becomes too heavy and difficult to breathe in, and it usually means it will rain that night, but that’s seldom. I get headaches almost everyday now because of the rapid temperature changes, and it suuuucks because we’ve run out of Biogesic in the house. Do you like cats? No. We have such different personalities and I can tell all of the ones I’ve encountered don’t like me. But for the next few days I’ll probably have a brief soft spot for cats because my sister’s cat, Arlee, passed away last Sunday. We were never close and her tail always got bushy whenever she saw me, but it was the first time I had to deal with a pet cat dying and I was still pretty shattered by it. What's the best part about Wal*Mart? I dunno, I can’t relate. Do you think Akon is amazing or annoying? I think neither of him. I mostly don’t mind him. Do you like the buzz cigarettes give you? I’ve... never gotten a ~buzz from them before? Am I smoking wrong? Lmao. But uh idk it’s weirdly pleasurable overall, and now I’m ever so slightly disgusted with myself for even being able to say that now. Are you a practical joker? Nope, I hate pranks. Do you like pop? This is slang for soda right? No I don’t. I feel like my tongue is being cut off every time I try it out and that always ruins the whole experience for me. What are you looking forward to? Eating the box of sushi sitting beside me. Angela surprised me for my birthday and had the sushi delivered to my house :) Have you ever laughed so hard you couldn't breathe? I’m sure most of us have. What's your favorite band? This question has been everywhere recently. I like Paramore the most but just so I give a different answer for once, I also enjoy alt-J. Do you feel stupid when you spill things on yourself? My mom has conditioned me to think this way, so yes. I feel pretty stupid when I drop or spill anything. Are you excited for summer? In the current global situation? It’s hard to feel excited for anything, especially when experts have recommended closing everything down until at least August. Have you ever snuck out? No. My mom would’ve found out easily. It’s always easier to ask for permission cause she’s never said no anyway. When's the last time you were kissed? :( A month and two weeks. Would you ever eat popcorn & salsa? I’ve never tried them together; I think it’d be a weird combination plus salsa already isn’t my dip of choice anyway. Do you sleep with the television on? Nah but close. I’ll sometimes sleep with Netflx or YouTube playing on my phone, depending on what I feel like listening to before falling asleep. Would you ever want to be able to be invisible? I’ll fantasize about it sometimes, sure. What does your favorite shirt look like? Don’t have a current favorite shirt since I can’t go out anyway. What's your favorite scent? Gabie’s perfume or any freshly cooked food. Skype, Msn, Aim, or Yahoo? All of these are pretty much ancient now. What's your favorite time of the day? These days I’m really loving these hours in particular – midnight onwards. It’s nice to finally be alone considering I’m cooped up in a house with family literally all day, and it’s nice to use the alone time listening to lo-fi and answering a survey or two. Do you hate the phrase ''love ya'' when coming from a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah it wouldn’t sit well with me if it came from Gabie. But I say this regularly to my friends. What do you do when someone in the room has b.o.? Look away if I’m forced to be with them, or just move away altogether if I’m not talking to them directly. What movie would you like to see right now? Not really in a movie watching mood rn. I just watched Two for the Road a couple of nights ago and that’s enough for me, hahaha. How many times a day do you shower? Just once. What do you think of the name Chloe? It’s cute! It’s already common where I live so it’s not one of my top baby name choices, but I really love the name and I think this spelling in particular is cute. Do you like Hollister? When I was 14, sure. I was mostly invested in them because Louis Tomlinson of 1D’s girlfriend used to be a Hollister model HAHAHAHA. These days I largely don’t care for the brand. What's your favorite alcoholic drink? I always go for a Long Island Iced Tea whenever they have it on a menu. Do you like 80's music? Like, 0.0003% of it. Just not my decade for music. Do you have to wear glasses or have contacts? I wear glasses. I choose not to wear contacts. Do you play Halo or Gears of War? No for both. How do you feel about cleaning? I think it’s...necessary lol? I don’t really actively feel anything for it, other than it has to be done every now and then. What do you think of emo kids? I think we should leave ‘em be. Do you like the movie Grease? I don’t like musicals. Do you like singing? Only by myself or if I’m absolutely shitfaced drunk.

What's your favorite Jim Carrey movie? Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, WITHOUT A DOUBT. There's a knock at your door at 4 in the morning; what do you do? Welp, given that there’s been a recent disturbance in our village where a construction worker broke into a neighbor’s home, I’ll probably be more wary this time around and just ignore it. I’ll stay alert for a few minutes to see whether they start breaking in after being ignored or simply walk away so that I’m ready to wake up my parents and start screaming if they do the former. Do you like peaches? I hate all fruits. Ever lost a best friend? Not to death, but I’ve drifted apart from a best friend.

Ever heard of a town called Wadena? No. Only Wakanda, heh. Have you ever been to a funeral? I’ve never been to a funeral; I’ve only visited wakes. We were pretty sheltered when it came to death and I would dread the day I’d have to go to my first funeral because I don’t know if I’d be capable of processing the events. What's your favorite sport? Pro wrestling if it counts. If it doesn’t, tennis is my favorite to watch while table tennis is my favorite to play. What do you think about homeschooling? Egh the homeschooled kids where I live always turn out to be a bit weird or not very sociable, so I’m kinda biased against it. I don’t know if homeschooling in other countries can say the same, though. What do you think about French people? I don’t think anything of them. Thankful for their pain au chocolat though. Do you like your parents? Yes. They’ve worked harder than anyone I know to get to where they are now and to be able to provide as much as they have for their three kids. I respect them tremendously for that. I just wish we were more open and expressive and affectionate as a family in general; that would literally solve like 9732 of my problems. And I also wish that my mom wasn’t verbally abusive at times. What do you think about Minnesota? OMG nothing, stop. Do/did you like high school? It had its ups and downs. I’m mostly in the middle about it, like I can’t say I enjoyed it cause then that would betray the things I hated about it, and I can’t say I mostly hated it cause that would invalidate the good times. I did learn a lot though, that I can say for sure. Do you have any Asian friends? All of my friends are Asian. Is it cold where you live? Not even barely. Do you find accents attractive? No. I find most of them difficult to follow which is why I always need subtitles when I view anything foreign haha. Do you hate it when people make spelling mistakes? No, unless they act like a know-it-all but still fuck up their spelling. Would you ever let your boyfriend/girlfriend do your makeup? I would DEFINITELY let them do my makeup – she’d be the first person I would run to hahaha because I don’t know the first thing about applying makeup. Do you like to shop? Not like every week, but it is fun to fall down the rabbit hole and start grabbing clothes heh. How long are you on the computer during a 24 hour period? These days I’m not on it for long, which I’m really happy about! When the lockdown started I was really worried that I was gonna be too dependent on my laptop and never close it for the entire quarantine period, but the opposite has been happening. I really just open it in the evening when I take surveys, so that’s around 3-4 hours. Is money really that important? It is for me, and for everyone else in this third world Southeast Asian country. Have you ever broken a bone? Nope. Who is your favorite family member? My dog. What size bed do you have? Just a twin size, nothing special. Can’t wait to earn on my own and buy me a much bigger mattress. What age do you want to be married? Late 20s, if possible. I want to be ready for kids by the time I hit my 30s. What's the last thing your wrote? A Facebook message for Gabie. What do you think of your town? It’s mostly uneventful here, but I think I prefer living in a calm city cause I suppose it would be exhausting living in a city that’s so hectic all the time. My situation also gives me a healthy balance of busy and quiet which I think has helped my wellbeing. When's the last time you played hide & go seek? Years and years and years ago. I think it was when we first moved into the house and it was still mostly empty.

#survey #surveys

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ddeadbbot · 4 years

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I wrote a proposal thing with Harvey and my farmer Reed. Its dumb and fluff but it's mostly for me but in a celebration of it kinda being his bday I’ll share enjoy

It was the feast of the winter star. Reed finally finished things on the farm and was about to head to the town for the festival. He looked to the gifts he had set out earlier that day, one was a medium box for his secret gift-giver, it was Sam this year. The other gift was a small box for someone special. He picked up the small box and felt butterflies in his stomach as he opened it to check it. A mermaid pendant he planned to give to Harvey. A custom in the valley is to give this to ask someone's hand in marriage. He gave a sigh, sliding his thumb over its smooth texture. He had been thinking about it for a while. He got lost in thoughts of how much Harvey meant to him and the idea he could spend the rest of his like with him started to make him tear up. He closed it quick and shoved it into his inside jacket pocket before his emotions got the better of him. He grabbed the other gift and made his way out the door to the festival.

As he approached the town square he could hear the holiday music and the air was filled with smells of wonderful food. He mingled at Marnie’s table for a while then moved to Jodi's being sure to give Sam his gift. He finally stopped for a moment and looked at the large decorated tree at the center of the square. He stood there taking in its shimmering lights and the soft layer of snow covering its branches.

"Hey, there you are." Harvey called from behind him wrapping an arm around his side. Reed greeted Harvey with a peck on the cheek. "Here I am." Reed beamed.

"Happy Holidays, honey." Harvey returned the kiss to Reed's forehead.

"Happy holidays. I was just admiring the tree, very shiny this year." Harvey hummed in agreement leaning a bit more in to Reed as they looked at the tree.

"so uh I need to ask you something." Harvey said nervously.

"Well I need to ask you something too but not here." Reed looked around they were in the middle of town square. To many people were around, he wanted this to be a private moment.

"Come on, let's take a walk." he winked and took Harveys hand. Harvey gave a big smile as a small blush formed on his cheeks, ready to follow wherever Reed would go.

Reed led them to a barrier that blocked the path to the park. He looked around to see if anyone noticed them then lifted the barrier waved Harvey to go under. He followed behind him. As he turned to put the barrier back he made eye contact with Mayor Lewis. He froze afraid he was in trouble like a school kid but Lewis simply smiled winked and looked away. Reed smiled back turned to Harvey linking his arms around his and rushed up the steps to not be caught by anyone else.

They walked slowly in the snow, it creaking under their steps as they made there way to the fountain. Once there Harvey stopped them and swept snow off the edge of the fountain for both of them to sit. Then gave an almost bowing gestured at Reed to sit.

"Oh my sweet gentleman." Reed said in loving sarcastic tone.

They both sat enjoying the distance sounds of the festival looking at the stars very visible in the clear sky.

"This is perfect." Reed softly leaning on Harvey. He was lost in thought fidgeting with his sleeve.

"You ok?" Reed asked, placing a hand on Harveys arm.

Harvey jolted from his thoughts "Y-yes just been thinking too much I guess." He cleared his throat.

"I uh- We've known each other for a while."

"Coming up to four or five years I think."

"Yes and what wonderful years they've been and I- you- w-we-" Harvey face was red trying to find his words. He stopped took a deep breath.

"You are simply an amazing person. You have filled my life with so much love. I was so lonely before you. You became my best friend and the love of my life and I…" He reached into his pocket and shifted to the ground getting on one knee.

"I want you to be with me always. I know it's not the valleys tradition but I know it is in the city where you're from..."

He pulled out a small box and opened it to reveal a ring.

"Reed, will you marry me?" Reed sat there fighting tears and laughter. He stared at the beautiful ring then to his beautiful boyfriend. He swallowed hard.

"Hang on." He squeaked and grabbed Harvey's arms moving him to sit again.

Reed wiped his eyes took a deep breath "Ok." He said under his breath trying to compose himself to speak. Harvey had a look of defeat on his face.

"No no its ok I promise." He put his hand to Harvey's cheek trying to reassure him. "I just wanna ask what I wanted really quick." He moved his hands to Harvey's that still held the ring.

"I love you so much and I always feel safe with you I-" Reed stopped, trying to control his emotions "The city left me lonely and scared but you make me not lonely. You make me want to be braver. I want that always. I want you always. Harvey…"

He pulled the small box from his pocket and opened the box to reveal the pendant.

"M-marry me?" Reed asked trying not to laugh and cry.

Harvey eyes got wide as he stared at the pendent then started laughing softly. Reed began laughing with him moved to rest his head into Harvey shoulder.

"I can't believe we just did that."

Harvey said removing his glasses to wipe tears away.

They laughed the situation more. Reed gave a sigh then took Harvey's box taking it to look closer at the ring. It was a beautiful silver band with a small pink stone embedded into it. Simple, beautiful and all he could ever ask for.

"Oh Harvey." He moved his free hand to his eye to stop the tears coming.

"Do you like it?" Harvey asked softly.

"Love it." Reed crooked trying to control his crying. His hand shook a bit as he took it out of the box and put it on. He loved how it looked in the moonlight.

"Yes." Reed said rubbing his eyes of tears.

"Yes. Yes. Yes Harvey, I wanna marry you." Harvey wrapped his arms around him holding him close.

"I do too Reed. Well I mean..." he pulled back some as Reed laughed.

"Here." Reed shifted back and got the pendant out of the box, putting it around Harvey’s neck. He could see tears start to build up in Harvey's eyes as he looked at the pendent. He softly placed his hand on his warm cheek wiping a tear away with his thumb. He pulled him into pecking kiss. Reed then moved his arms around Harvey's neck pulling him closer into a longer kiss. Harvey responded by wrapping his arms around Reeds waist. They pulled the kiss but stayed in the loving embrace.

Reed pulled back some. "So I'm curious. How long have you been planning to ask? because I've had this on my mind since at least the end of summer."

"Really?"

"Yeah, at the luau. Abigail said that we look like an old married couple. It made me realize I wanted to grow old with you."

"That's really sweet" Harvey sniffled a bit. "Well I'm not sure if you remember but one of the nights you came over and made dinner for us. I think you had to much wine but we were cuddling on my couch and you muttered something about my last name didn't sound good next to your first name but my first and your last name fit nicely."

"Oh god." Reed hid his head in his hands from embarrassment.

"And you have a point." Harvey leaned close to Reed lowering his voice. "Dr. Harvey Parsons doesn't sound bad. To honest I might have written it a few times because I couldn't stop thinking about it." Harvey blushed.

Reed bust into a laugh "Tell me you put little hearts around it with Reed and Harvey forever, or Dr. And Mr. Parsons like a high school crush."

Harveys face got red "N-no…"

Reed laughed out loud more and got up.

"Where are you going?" Harvey called to him

"To find this paper. I want it."

Harvey scrambled up to catch up "I- I threw it away."

"Oh my dear Dr. Harvey Parsons, I know exactly how messy your desk is, you didn't." Reed giggled walking faster away from Harvey, who was desperately trying to catch up.

#Stardew Valley #Stardew Valley Harvey #sdv harvey #writings stuff #wait do i have a writing tag??#well its not like I really share my writings so eh

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lilyvandersteen · 5 years

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Hey, do you have any werewolf!Klaine fics to recommend. And/or possessive/jealous Kurt or Blaine fics? Please and thank you! :)

Hey @darriness! Thanks for asking. Please find the two lists below. They got kind of long, but somehow I don’t think you’ll mind :-) Happy reading! Hugs, Marjan

Werewolf Fic

I haven't read much werewolf fic, I'm afraid. It’s not really my thing. Apart from @caramelcoffeeaddict’s excellent Reflections verse, which no doubt you’ve read already, these are the werewolf Klaine fics I know of (most of which I haven’t read):

Being Wolves verse by Verseau_87

Back from New York and visiting his parent's during summer vacation, Kurt (literally) bumps into Blaine. Another werewolf like him. Their love is quick and easy, but it seems life is never that simple. Trying to enjoy their time together and merge their respective packs, they both must navigate being in love, over coming every obstacle along the way.

Blueberry Moon by @framby

After a terrible fight between rival packs Kurt, the Hunter in chief of his town, is left to deal with a lonely Alpha who just lost everything. Kurt did not know what to expect but it definitely wasn't a bunch of wolves making themselves at home at his place.

Claim by @rightonthelimits-blog (sequel: Oath)

One night, when a lonely witch named Kurt woke up from a werewolf’s pained cries, he never expected that said werewolf would become his mate.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by @sorrowsofyore

Kurt's life has always been held together by Pack and family. Now, faced with with adversity, he's struggling to find a place in a world he doesn't believe in.

Don't Tell Anyone by heavenorspace

Kurt is an advanced student attending Dalton’s elite campus extension run entirely by hybrids. Blaine is a wolf hybrid professor in his prime who Kurt seduces and then reports all the juicy details in an email to his friend.

For Which I Have to Howl by @emilianadarling

Werewolf AU. Tension is rising in the pack, and having the very-human Kurt Hummel come to visit his brother and boyfriend is putting a strain on everyone. Having Blaine and Kurt mate should help the problem, but the process proves to be more complicated – both physically and emotionally – than either of them could have imagined.

Full Moon by the_girl_without_a_face

"I’m a werewolf.” "Oh I know.” "... What?!"

Give Me A Part of You by @slightestwind

Blaine has always had an innocent fascination with Kurt’s nipples, even before they started courting. But when they meet again as teenagers, his obsession plays into Kurt's omega instincts until mating and starting a family together is something they both desperately want.

Going to the Chapel, and we're... verse by @fictionallylost/Lostinfictionalworlds

AU. Blaine is a Werewolf. Kurt is a Vampire. This is a series of oneshots up until they come together in holy matrimony.

Heart of One by coribird (heed the warnings)

In which the boys are werewolves but Kurt has no idea what Blaine claiming him as a mate really entails. Reposted from this prompt at the GKM.

Hounds of God by darkkixie

Kurt is a werewolf hunter and protector of the small town of Lima. This has been his existant since he was a small boy until a new pack comes into the picture and everything around Kurt comes undone under the watchful eyes of an Alpha. KurtxBlaine, Werewolf Blaine COMPLETE

Howlin' verse by @klainebowsanddramioneflies

A collection of 'drabbles' (they're really more like oneshots, but *shrug*) with werewolf!badboy!Blaine and human!Kurt (eventually werewolf!Kurt). Very kinky smut. There's also plot. But there's a lot of kink. So...

I'd Walk to You (If I Could Trust My Feet) by @luthien82

Kurt Hummel is a born werewolf. A born Alpha. He's telling you what to do and you will like it. And he is NOT OKAY with the fact that for some reason, he wants to submit to Blaine Anderson, Alpha wolf of Westerville.

Just Like Magic by @slightestwind

Fairy!bp!Kurt meets werewolf!Blaine, who is in search of a mate.

Lycan verse by @triddlegrl

Kurt thinks he's getting a dog, but what he actually gets is Blaine, an alpha werewolf in exile for crimes against The Guild. Blaine thinks he's getting a new jailer, but what he actually gets is Kurt, the only man who has ever made him feel not quite so alone.

Night by @purseplayer

Kurt had only given his boyfriend a hickey - he had no idea it would have consequences like this!

Running on All Fours by sereko

One impulsive night, Kurt agrees to let Elliot bite him and become his Alpha. Something Blaine is very interested to find out on his next visit to NYC.

Serendipity verse by @whatstheproblembaby

Vampire Kurt decides to go spy on the New Directions' werewolf competition for Sectionals. He doesn't plan on going in the building, but some instincts demand to be followed.

Species by DreamingKate

Interspecies relationships didn’t exist. That’s why they had to keep this quiet.

The Four Strongest verse by @faerietalegal

Four boys, each has three names on their wrist.. they are soul bound to each other.

They have hills to climb, family to help find their soul mates, and someone has some healing to do.

The Life of a Werewolf verse by karanoaoi

Wolves mate for life once an Alpha claims their Omega mate, but the ways of choosing your mate are changing from the traditional meets where all non-mated wolves of age are thrown in together and you end up with a mate. Alphas still have to start a mating run, but what if the Omega has their eye on a certain Alpha? Follow the Anderson and Hummel families through these changes. A generational fic starting with Grandma Anderson and going through Kurt and Blaines generation.

The Wax verse by @skivvysupreme

Kurt Hummel is a vampire. Blaine Anderson is a werewolf. This is how they help each other deal with it.

Twilight Klaine verse by @quizasvivamos (also this ficlet)

Vampire!Kurt & Werewolf!Blaine: Kurt has been on the run for almost a century, eventually finding himself in Lima, Ohio. While hunting in unfamiliar woods one night, Kurt comes face to face with a beautiful young boy who saves him from an even worse fate. Kurt is drawn to the boy and must battle temptation to keep from making an unforgivable mistake. But what will happen when Kurt finds out the boy has secrets of his own?

Werewolf? I Don't Know, You Saw Him Last by MerikaG

Blaine's life has never been a picnic, but as the age of Choosing looms ever closer, he decides anything is better than the future his Father has chosen for him. Running away is his only choice, but if he can't find a place among his neighbors, the Heartsong Pack, it may be his last. Of course, if they eat him that will solve his problems, too.

Werewolf!Blaine verse by Pterodactyl

klaine advent drabble challenge day 8: human

warnings: d/s-y klaine with sub!blaine, werewolves, blaine’s parents being borderline physically/emotionally abusive assholes.

in this ‘verse, werewolves are known to the public but mostly shunned because of some incidents with attacks and stuff. not much of their biology/dynamics are known to non-werewolves.

Werewolf Blaine verse by @skintightsocksfic

Blaine's eyes are dark, much darker than Kurt ever remembers them being, and Kurt's going to have to start marking Blaine's freaky werewolf mating season on his calendar if it gets Blaine to act like this, all uninhibited and desperate to be close to Kurt, to taste him, to have sex with him.

Also pretty much every fic by https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2914721/porcelain_bird

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Possessive/Jealous Klaine

Possessive/jealous Klaine, on the other hand, is totally my jam. Please find below some of my favourites:

5 Times Blaine Misunderstands by jujuberry136

Wherein the Dalton boys mess with Blaine’s head and Blaine is really kind of an idiot.

Better Late Than Never by flyblckbirdfly

Five years in the future, AU where the boys have always been friends, but never romantic. On a night out, one gets hit on, causing the other to realize their true feelings after all this time.

Careful, The Beverage You Are About To Enjoy is Extremely Hot by @munchkinpandas24

“He read somewhere that it was one of Starbucks’ brilliant marketing strategies to maintain at least one completely dreamy (gorgeous, ravishing, steamy, prettiest of the pretty) guy behind the counter at any given shift. Nicely done, Starbucks. It seemed Kurt found his absolute favorite.”

Charm by @dont-stop-believin-in-klaine

Sometimes Blaine was just too damn charming for his own good.

Clubbing Nights by @loveheartlover

Kurt and Blaine don't go clubbing often, but when they do? It's spectacular.

Come Here Boy by sugakane_01

What Blaine Anderson wants, Blaine Anderson gets and he's determined that Kurt Hummel will be no exception. When Kurt becomes more than a conquest, Blaine shows just how far the boy who has everything is willing to go for love.

Daisies in Green Pastures by @hazelandglasz

Imagine Person B of your OTP getting a pet for Person A, but soon became jealous of the pet for getting so much of Person A’s attention.

Dark Bars and Desperate Measures by @quizasvivamos

After the conclusion of their sophomore year of high school, best friends Kurt and Blaine make a pact to get out of Lima and escape to New York City together, a place where dreams are said to come true. Nearly six years later, feeling stuck during his final year at NYADA and desperate to prove his worth, Kurt forms a rock band, enlisting the help of Blaine. While hurtling along on the fast track to fame and fortune, a clashing of egos, jealousy, and latent feelings threaten to derail all they’ve been working toward.

Dirt on Your Name by @sabbypandawan

Blaine Anderson is NYU’s most notorious lothario. Everybody knows his name, and people either warn each other off him or vie for his attention. So when Blaine meets Kurt Hummel at a party their dorm is hosting for the newly moved-in freshmen, he expects either rejection or, more likely, approval – and gets so much more than he ever would have guessed, and had definitely never hoped for.

Discovering Jealousy by @janrea

Blaine Anderson's Five Steps to Embracing His Jealous Side Bonus for being exactly who he is.

Drowning in Jealousy by @hazelandglasz

One time Kurt got jealous of BlaineOne time Blaine got jealous of Kurt

Far Beneath the Bitter Snow by @hazelandglasz

What happens when instead of falling for the Bachelor, Kurt and Blaine fall for each other?

Finders, Keepers by Lexie (and the prequel: Possession Is Nine Tenths Of The Law)

Kurt and Blaine technically tagged along on Blaine's dad's New York business trip so that they could tour college campuses, but the trip also has its fringe benefits. Like: an entire day spent roaming the city with Blaine. Even if Blaine isn't responding very gracefully to the unexpected attention that Kurt finds himself receiving.

First by @fleshandfantasies

"Every guy that touched you, every man you went out with, I hated him. I hated that he had your time, your attention. I hated that he had the opportunity.”

“Opportunity? What, to date me?”

“To be your first.”

From Afar by @hazelandglasz

anonymous asked:Klaine, i see you with the same person all the time and i assume you two are in a relationship so i’ll just pine for you from a distance au. :(

Hitting On My Man by @animeangelriku

For Arania, Erin, and Cass, who wanted some jealous!Blaine after we got that quote about Chris wondering why no one wanted Kurt… I think.

Invidia in E-Minor by @vosje

Kurt was trying to find home in loveless New York when handsome stranger Cooper Anderson comes along and feels him up, showing him the life he could lead with a loving boyfriend. Back in Ohio lies Cooper's little brother Blaine restless on his bed, trying to find the music for his college-applications - and music is what he hears when he meets his brother's boyfriend.

It’s Part Of My Chemistry by CatieDontCry

Jealous Blaine.

Jealousy by @kookaburrito

Jealous Blaine.

Jealousy by Blind

It all started when his older brother Cooper came strutting down the hall of William McKinley High School like he was the shit. Blaine hadn't failed to notice the way his boyfriend's eyes widened, the way he watched the taller Anderson make his way towards them, the way his eyes travelled up and down his body almost hungrily.

Blaine didn't like Kurt looking at another guy like that. He didn't like it one bit.

Jealousy Will Drive You Mad by klaineficrex

kurts on broadway and blaines doing whatever but not bway and kurt has to kiss someone on stage a couple times every show or something and blaines like ok but when you get home youre all mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bc hes jelly

Just Jealous by @pumpkinkurt

two times where blaine was the jealous one, and one time kurt was.

Koala by DreamingKate

The guy flirting with him was awkward. Blaine sitting in his lap was even more awkward.

Moony by @lady-divine-writes

Blaine doesn’t like Kurt’s new assistant…more to the point, he doesn’t like the crush the boy has on his husband.

Not Exclusive by @nellie12

Finn happens to be doing well for himself in the University of Florida. He is starting QB for the Gators, and he's a member of Phi Beta Kappa, and his grades aren't terrible. He also has his favorite step-brother coming to visit from New York, and Kurt has no idea he's about to have the Spring Break of a lifetime until he meets Finn's best friend and frat mate- Blaine Anderson.

Not Just My Wingman by @lady-divine-writes

Kurt and Blaine are roommates, living in the loft together after Blaine graduates from high school and moves to New York. Kurt is determined that he's over Blaine, and tries to prove it by helping him get a date…or ultimately, get laid. But when Blaine succeeds in finding a guy that's actually interested in him, will Kurt realize that he wasn't as over Blaine as he thought?

One Million Invisible Lines by @the-cimmerians

Things work out. Eventually.

Operation: Make Blaine Jealous by Sailor Grape

For two very bright boys, both Kurt and Blaine were obliviously stupid. And it was driving everyone insane. Wes and David finally take matters into their own hands. AU from The Sue Sylvester Shuffle. Klaine cotton candy fluff!

Outdoor Concert by @somethingfishyfan

Kurt and Blaine were colleagues, best of friends at work.. but that was as far as it went. That was until Sebastian Smythe came along.. and a very jealous Kurt had to rethink his ideas. Teachers au.

Pushing Boundaries by klaines_deepest_desires

Set after season 6. Blaine tried to ignore it. It wasn’t that Blaine blamed the men for noticing Kurt. Of course they did. But he wouldn’t sit idly by any longer. He stood up and stormed towards Kurt, eyes narrowing on the men with him. He was going to show the men what they were missing out on.

Signs of Ownership by @lady-divine-writes

When Blaine volunteers for a local kids' theater group, another volunteer has his eye on him. When Kurt catches wind of a few choices comments the man has made (one, in particular, about how Kurt doesn't own Blaine), Kurt puts a plan into action to prove just how wrong he is.

Teeth by @stut--ter

"Blaine is being a gentleman. Kurt is all like: that’s nice but can please just fuck. Blaine still thinks he knows what's best for Kurt. Kurt decides to take matters into his own hands and performs Lady Gay Gay's "Teeth" with backup dancing (and groping) from the other Warblers. Blaine sees Kurt’s little hips swinging and he also sees one of his Warbler’s hands wrapping around them. Cue horny, jealous, decidedly non-gentleman Blaine dragging Kurt into an empty room by his cute little Dalton tie and fucking him rough and hard over a desk. After THAT's out of his system, Blaine stays inside Kurt until he's hard again and then reams Kurt nice and slow and sweet."

The Green-Eyed Monster by Petalene

What do you do when your husband lands a dream role playing the romantic lead in a sexy movie?

A. Be supportive because you love him.B. Get jealous. You don't want anyone touching him but you.C. Have lots of possessive sex to remind him who he belongs to.

If you're Blaine Anderson and the stars of the movie are your husband Kurt and your brother Cooper, then the answer is:

D. All of the above.

The story contains sexy Kurt, jealous Blaine, inappropriate Cooper, and snarky Sebastian. Humor, romance, and smut rated M for descriptive sex. Fill for the GKM.

the one wherein Blaine and Mike like cardigans by @villiageidiot

Mike sits with his bestie at the Lima Bean while Blaine is all 'woe is me'.

The Pussy Collector by @lady-divine-writes

Blaine has been crushing on assistant fashion editor Kurt Hummel since the first day he started interning at Vogue. They spent almost every lunch hour together, and he thought Kurt might feel the same way. But after he gets hired on and transferred to Kurt's department, Blaine overhears some conversation that gives him a reason to think differently.

To think that, despite all of their many heart-to-hearts, he may not know the first thing about Kurt Hummel.

Turning Saints by saffronire

Kurt wants to take their relationship to the next level, but Blaine, fearing he won’t be able to control himself, is adamant they wait. Kurt decides that making Blaine jealous is the only way to get what he wants, cue possessive! Angry! Blaine. Spoilers for 2x16?

To Know Him Is To Love Him by @poorlittleklainer

Blaine's a good fiancé. He supports Kurt as he prepares for his first headline runway show. Just, he wants to rip Joseph limb from limb for looking at Kurt. Okay, he's jealous, but Kurt doesn't need to know that.

What’s Mine (Isn’t Yours) by EmilianaDarling

On Blaine’s first day at McKinley, it takes him less than five minutes to realize that Dave Karofsky wants his boyfriend. And over the course of the next while, he can’t seem to stop himself from getting more and more bothered by it.

#klaine #klaine fanfiction #werewolf!klaine #jealous!klaine #possessive!klaine #fic finder #darriness

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misssamericaschavez · 6 years

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Totally Professional - Part 1

Reader x Dean Rating: Explicit Summary: Reader has had a pretty tough week when she runs into her boss at a bar. Turns out he’s had a pretty shit week too. Warnings: unprotected sex, cheating, drinking, language. Word Count: 2000 A/N: I’ve been gone a while but this has been in my head for a minute. It will be a series I promise it’s not just gonna end there. There will be more. As always beta’d by the beautiful @nighttimenoodle.

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You walk up to the bar, already fucked out of your mind, and plop down on the stool motioning to the bartender. When he walks over, you give him your dirtiest smile and use your arms and the bar top to push your boobs together and up to grab his interest.

“What can I get you honey?” he asks smiling wide, his eyes lingering on your tits. He’s cute enough you guess. Blonde hair ,blue eyes, and nice jawline. His nose is kind of crooked, but he’ll do. You’re not really looking for anything long term anyway.

“Can I get a whiskey?” you reply.

“No problem,” he winks as he walks off to make your drink. While you wait your eyes flitter over the bar. Your friends are off on the dance floor completely hammered making you laugh slightly. You’re not far off, but it’s not completely your fault. You’ve had a shitty week, you deserve this. You caught your boyfriend cheating on you a few days ago and you’ve been spiraling. When you found him, instead of begging for your forgiveness, he’d dumped you on the spot. He told you things had been bad anyway why force it? And honestly you agreed with him. Things had been truly awful between the two of you so he started banging his next door neighbor. But whatever you’re over it right? That’s why you’re downing shot after shot of everything liquor they’ve got on the shelf. It’s dumb, you shouldn’t be upset, but somehow you still were.

Things just kept getting better from there of course. Your car broke down, your mom called to tell you that your high school sweetheart was getting married, and your hot boss had been out for a few days for his grandma’s funeral leaving you with nothing to look forward to at work. He was honestly a huge factor into why you keep showing up everyday. Mr. Winchester has been the focus of almost all of your dirty fantasies since you’d started working as his secretary two years ago. The thought of his green eyes got you through so many masturbation sessions it’s not even funny. His stupid sexy smile was usually what you thought about when you were with your ex.

Mr. Winchester, “call me Dean”, is what he always says with that smirk and wink right after. He loves to flirt. That cocky bastard always knows just what to say and how to say it to make you weak in the knees. You would have left your lame ass boyfriend for Dean a long time ago if he wasn’t your boss and also married. You sigh as you look over the bar again. Maybe if you let the bartender fuck you from behind then you could pretend it’s Dean.

“Here ya go darlin’,” he says setting your drink down onto the bar top. You’re about to spin back around on your stool and thank him with your sexiest smile when something catches your eye. Tall man in a leather jacket and jeans with light hair like Dean’s and either you a truly tanked or your boss is at the other end of the bar looking like the sexiest biker to grace god’s green earth. You shoot the bartender a quick thanks grabbing your drink and hopping up from the bar in search of what you’re pretty sure you just saw. When you spot him, you know you’ve gotta be more drunk than you originally thought. The man you see everyday whom you thought practically lived in suits has on a plaid button down looking like a lumberjack. He’s standing with a guy taller than him, something you didn’t think possible, dressed much the same with hippie hair. Alright, someone drugged you that’s the only reason you can come up with for this amazing coincidence.

“Mr. Winchester?” you yell over the music as you get closer to him. His head jerks in your direction and you can automatically tell he’s just as tanked as you are. He smiles wider than you’ve ever seen excitedly yelling your name before pulling you into a giant hug. This is strange for you because the two of you of done a hell of a lot of flirting and you’ve teasingly grabbed his bicep, but that’s as far as the touching has ever gone. This bear hug is brand fucking new, but you can’t say you’re completely against it.

“Sammy! This is my secretary,” he yells to his friend using his beer to point at you as he tells the guy your name.

“The hot secretary?” Sammy tries to say for only Dean to hear, but he’s so drunk he can’t quite control the volume of his voice. Dean nods and Sammy looks you up and down nodding approvingly making you blush a little. “Nice to meet you it’s Sam not Sammy by the way.”

“Nice to meet you ‘Sam not Sammy’. Dean never told me he had a brother,” you say and he cringes.

“Wow thanks dude,” Sam says shoving Dean a little and Dean throws his hands up in the air.

“Don’t be offended. It’s mostly coffee and appointments with this one,” you say trying to help Dean out a little. “Such a professional.”

“You don’t have to lie,” Sam says scoffing. “He’s the least professional human to have existed ever.”

“Sorry,” you try, giggling as he tries for a bitch face, but ends up with a super goofy frown.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says laughing with you.

“I thought you were out of town at a funeral?” you ask turning to Dean who has his arm around your shoulder. You’ve gotta admit you like the feeling of him holding you like this even if it is only because he’s drunk.

“I lied I’ve had a tough week,” he says avoiding your eyes. “Needed to blow off some steam.” You can tell it’s more than just needing to blow off some steam from the heavy silence that falls over the three of you. You want to know more, but whatever it is can wait.

“Alright, well,” you say downing your whiskey in one gulp, “let’s blow off some steam then.” You grab his hand dragging him to the bar waving for Sam to follow too.

Several shots, a few songs full of bad dancing, and lot’s of “accidental” touches later you find yourself with your fingers laced with Deans walking to his sleek black muscle car. He drives you home and you’re not quite ready for the night to end just yet. He hops out of his car and walks you to your door.

“Thanks for bringing me home,” you say biting your lip trying to find the right words to say “please come inside and fuck me senseless” politely. That’s when you notice the wedding band on his left hand reminding you that life just isn’t fucking fair sometimes.

“No problem,” he says stepping way too close for a married man. “I had fun despite everything going on in my fucked up life. Thanks.”

“Well it’s late so… Goodnight,” you say ready to run into your apartment before you do something really fucking stupid like sleep with your very very married boss. You dig your keys out of your bag, ready to drown your sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, when Dean’s fingers tangle in your hair tilting your lips up to meet his, muffling your squeal of surprise. You let him kiss you melting into his arms. You try rationalizing things in your head. Can’t be a homewrecker if I didn’t initiate it right? You think as you pull him closer parting your lips for his tongue. When his lips leave yours, you’re breathless.

“Can I come inside?” he asks his voice raw as he whispers it hot against your ear.

“Yes,” you say immediately nodding and spinning around to shove your key in the door. You pause trying to get the top lock open when Dean presses tight against your ass rubbing his thick cock against you as he presses kisses along your jaw. You turn the lock, throw open the door, and pull Dean inside. Dean kicks the door shut behind him spinning you around, pushing you against the nearest wall, and covering your mouth with his. He presses his cock against you pressing the seam of your jeans into your clit. You moan against his lips as your hands grip his black under shirt pulling him impossibly closer.

“Bed?” he pants against your lips. You grab his hand and drag him down the hall to your bedroom. He pushes you lightly back onto the bed crawling over you, pulling off his shirts and moving onto his jeans as he watches you do the same. “Fuck,” he sighs as you slide your bra off of your arms. His fingers tease your nipples and you moan softly for him.

“Fuck me,” you gasp when he shoves his pants and underwear down his legs. His hard thick cock bobs in front of you as you remove the rest of your clothes. Dean lines his cock up at your entrance before pushing inside of you.

“You feel so good,” he groans rocking into you.

“Shit,” you cry out as his cock brushes against that spot inside of you. Dean thrusts hard into you and you moan, your back arching off of the bed. His balls slap against your ass as he fucks you pushing you higher and higher. His rhythm falters as he gets closer to the edge, his balls tightening when your pussy convulses around him.

“You ready to cum for me?” Dean asks speeding up his thrusts and circling your clit with his fingers. You nod your head, words escaping you at the moment. Your breath catches in your throat as you fall over the edge coming on his cock, Dean following not too far behind. The last thing you remember before you passed out, exhausted and drunk, is Dean being a huge fan of cuddles.

When you wake up the next morning, you have two strong arms wrapped around your waist scaring you momentarily before the events of last night come rushing back to you. It was honestly one of the best nights of your life, but this right here it can not last. He’s married and he’s your boss, what you’re doing isn’t ok. You sigh as you turn over to face him. He’s so peaceful you hate to ruin this for him, but you can’t let him stay here with you. You are not a homewrecker, you will not be that person. You will not risk your job for a man you barely know.

“You gonna watch me sleep all morning?” he asks poking one eye open.

“You gotta get up,” you say trying your hardest to put no emotion in your voice. Last night was great, but this has to end now. “You need to go home.”

“Oh ok,” he says looking a little hurt making you feel even worse.

“I’m sorry it’s just,” you sigh. “You’re married, and I know I was a little drunk last night but I don’t normally sleep with married men. My friend dated a married man once and I remember her telling me about how he couldn’t ever stay the night because he had to get home to his wife before she woke up in the morning. So I think at this point she’s probably worried sick right? So you gotta go.”

“Sweetheart,” he starts but you hold up a hand interrupting him.

“ We don’t have to talk about this. As far as I’m concerned it never happened, ok? You go back to your wife and your marital problems and I’ll go back to being your secretary.”

“Wait I,” he tries again.

“ No, I’m not a homewrecker. I’m not a bad person I don’t do this,” you interrupt again. “I can’t fuck up someone’s life like that it’s not fair to her and it’s not fair to me so just please-”

“I’m getting a divorce,” he says so quietly you barely hear him.

“Excuse me? What?” you had to have heard him wrong.

“I’m getting a divorce.”

Part 2 (Soonish maybe?)

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sayleeofkanto · 6 years

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Pride Month Day 26

((Hey so while the rest of the oneshots for the month are about the Keyleeverse, this one’s different. For Questioning day, I wrote about me. This one’s behind a cut because it’s hella personal, hella long and has trigger warnings for internalized homophobia, external homophobia, a brief whizzby mention of suicidal ideation and some mental illness stuff))

You love hockey day, not so much for the sport itself but for being part of the team. None of your bullies are on the team, and girls who generally ignore you actually notice you, treat you like one of them. It’s almost like having friends.

The changing room is hell, though.

Focus on the wall and changing your own clothes, don’t look around, especially don’t look at her, even though your ears are attuned to every word she says and in class you can’t stop staring at her beautiful hair and her amazing skin that’s darker than all the other peely-wally Scots around here and never gets any spots and her super pretty smile--Don’t look!

What are you, some kinda creepy lesbo? Gross.

You’re not. You’re Team Jacob, right? Can’t be some gross lesbo if you like Taylor Lautner’s abs and arms (pecs are a bit weird though).

You can’t stop wanting to look at her.

Don’t look.

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The Doctor going to World War II is so cool. You’re clutching a pillow to hide behind in case the creepy kid in the gas mask comes back, but you’re rapt as you watch the Doctor and Rose reunite and meet Jack and they have such easy camraderie and--

JACK: There it is. Hey, they've got Algy on duty. It must be important. DOCTOR: We've got to get past him. ROSE: Are the words “distract the guard” heading in my general direction? JACK: I don't think that'd be such a good idea. ROSE: Don't worry, I can handle it. JACK: I've got to know Algy quite well since I've been in town. Trust me, you're not his type. I'll distract him. Don't wait up. DOCTOR: Relax, he's a fifty first century guy. He's just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing. ROSE: How flexible? DOCTOR: Well, by his time, you lot have spread out across half the galaxy. ROSE: Meaning? DOCTOR: So many species, so little time. ROSE: What, that's what we do when we get out there? That's our mission? We seek new life, and, and... DOCTOR: Dance.

Jack likes men too? Likes both?

That’s allowed?

The Doctor seems to think it’s fine. Says it’s normal in the future, even.

It’s okay to like both.

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“John Barrowman’s gay, you know,” your mum says. “It was obvious he was a great actor as soon as he came out, because he’d been kissing women onstage and looking like he liked it!”

Have your parents ever talked about gay people before? It’s a surprise to hear. But they seem to be okay with it.

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Wait, SesshoMaru’s a man?

He’s your first ever anime crush a short while after. You keep having to explain to people who see the printouts you stick to your jotters that he’s a man.

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You find the Esmeralda figurine while cleaning out your cupboard. You’ve never seen The Hunchback of Notre Dame in full, because it always terrified you too much, but you’ve always loved Esmeralda. For a long time, you carried this figurine with you everywhere you went, this cheap little plastic thing of her in that red dress from the scene where she dances.

You put it on your desk. It’s still really pretty.

You see the movie in full for the first time when you’re nineteen and--was she POLEDANCING?!

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Kurama’s a man too?!

All of your anime crushes are very beautiful, feminine-looking men. This probably doesn’t mean anything.

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One of your online friends sends you a slashfic she really likes. You’re shocked to see that it’s rated K. But slash is all M-rated, stuff you have to lie to FFnet about your age to read with flaming cheeks and frantic looks over your shoulder in case your parents came home early, until you lose your nerve and skim past the dirtiest bits. How can this be slash?

It’s about Shinichi and Kaito, lots of little oneshots, some only a couple hundred words long. They hold hands and eat ice cream and watch movies and kiss, sometimes, and that’s it. They’re so cute and funny and sweet and…

Not dirty. Just like a normal relationship.

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You’ve never imagined your wedding day. One of these days you’ll do everybody a favour and kill yourself, so it’s not like you’ll live long enough to see it.

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You suck up sweet, fluffy M/M fics like oxygen. You’ve never seen an F/F fic.

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No, Mum, I don’t have a boyfriend, I was walking with A. You know A. He’s… he’s gay.

Of course you already knew that.

No, I don’t have a boyfriend.

You don’t really want a boyfriend. Dating sounds stressful. You’re happy enough with your friends, now that you have some, you tight-knit band of Weird Kids who hide in the library all lunchtime and make plans to go see the next Harry Potter movie together or spend the weekend at somebody’s house watching movies and playing Mario Kart until 5am while eating too much pizza and drinking smuggled vodka in fizzy drinks. If you mix vodka and Irn Bru, you definitely won’t get a hangover, honest.

You’re too scared to ask a girl out. She’d think you’re gross.

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Over the next decade, every single one of the weird kids will turn out to be gay, bi, or trans [i]and[/i] gay. Birds of a feather boa, K says with a laugh at age 24.

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All the outfit options for female sims are just plain better. And the hair options. The faces are better, too. You have a whole neighbourhood that’s just ladies, who married ladies, because you can do that in the sims, and adopted girls, because then you don’t need any guys around.

You find this save data while transferring computers and, on a nostalgic whim, re-installing Sims 2 at age 21. You are stunned that you ever convinced yourself that this was a heterosexual way to play a video game.

~~~

P!nk’s been your favourite musician since you were 13. Amusingly, it was Conversations With My 13-Year-Old Self that made you realize how much she speaks to you. Now, after years of loving her music, her acrobatic performances, you’re going to see her live.

You keep staring at women in the crowd. Women wearing denim jackets, and button-up shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and short hair. “Look at all these dykes,” your cousin, who drove you here, scoffs.

You think they look great.

~~~

You want to travel before you go to university, so you cut your hair off and donate it to charity to raise money. You haven’t had it short since you were born, and you lose two and a half feet. You can’t stop running your hands over the back of it, spiking up the newly-short strands.

You love it.

~~~

While you’re in India, your parents phone and ask if A can stay in your room. His grandparents kept telling him to kill himself so he left home instead. You have them give the phone to him and ask him to take good care of your books and tell him that he’s okay, he’s a good person, he’s a good friend, there’s nothing wrong with being gay.

There’s nothing wrong with being gay.

Have you ever said that aloud before?

~~~

Monstrous Regiment is one of the books you brought with you. You lose count of how often you reread it. It isn’t explicitly stated, but Tonker and Lofty are definitely in love.

It makes you happy, to see women who love women on the Discworld. You start another reread.

~~~

There’s an anime society at your new university. The captain’s got a gross amount of lolicon anime on his hard drive and doesn’t like letting anybody else pick what to watch, so mostly you and a couple of other girls (women, you’re at university, you can legally drink now, you’re women now, right?) end up mocking whatever creepy shit he puts up together, complaining about the unrealistic proportions of the anime women.

“Any more than a handful’s a waste,” the nursing student scoffs. She’s a lesbian. She’s also Irish, and very much not out to her family.

You like her secretly, and keep it that way.

~~~

The Pride parade goes right past your new job, and on your lunch break, too. You watch them go by, all the flags, all the colours, everybody so happy and brave and defiant and proud.

There’s a wankstain with a megaphone in front of Parliament, yelling about how they’re all going to Hell for having sex outside of marriage.

“LET US GET MARRIED, THEN!” the crowd yells, and keeps dancing.

~~~

Your mother’s side of the family don’t like this uncle much. You join them wholeheartedly when he starts talking about conversion therapy, how kids who “think” they’re gay are “sick”, and need “help”--

He has to be hustled out to his car and told to go home early because you can’t stop shouting at him to shut the fuck up, there’s nothing wrong with those kids, how fucking dare he advocate their torture, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, being gay is beautiful--

You’ve never said that before, but you feel it wholeheartedly.

~~~

You work Saturdays and Sundays, so you can never go to Pride. You make yourself a bracelet in purple, pink and blue, the bi colours, and never take it off. It makes you feel a little braver, even if most people who see it won’t think the colours mean anything.

~~~

Your brother’s in America so the two of you set up a video call to watch the Legend of Korra finale together, and it’s amazing, mindblowing animation, incredible story, and you crack some jokes about how Asami and Korra have been for the past couple seasons. It’s a cartoon, so obviously they’d never actually be allowed to hook up, but it’s fun to imagine. The queerbaiting gets a little tiring, maybe. You’ve just learned what queerbaiting is. It’s why Dean and Cas will never kiss onscreen even though they SHOULD.

Then Asami and Korra talk and man, this keeps getting gayer. And gayer. And

They hold hands, and look into each other’s eyes, and it’s the final shot of the show, an undeniable mirror of the finale shot of The Last Airbender right before Aang and Katara kiss, and Asami and Korra don’t kiss, but Bryan Konietzko’s online right nowstressing that KORRASAMI IS REAL and they would’ve kissed if the network had let them

And then your phone’s ringing because you’re crying so hard that you dropped your laptop and didn’t notice and your brother’s worried, and you can’t stop crying, you’re so happy.

You’re so happy.

~~~

“They’re for real lesbians. They actually SAY they’re in love!”

You immediately put on the first episode of Steven Universe.

~~~

You run into your chiropractor at Pride with her wife. They’re wearing rainbow flags and wedding rings and big smiles. She’s been looking after your fucked-up feet since you were eight and you never knew. Of course, she’s under no obligation to tell her patients about her personal life, but.

You could’ve known all along that this was what a lesbian looked like, this kind, funny, successful, professional woman.

~~~

Holy shit, there are female romance options in this game that you can romance while female.

Why are they all so much more attractive than the male options?

~~~

Your group is doing Huis Clos for your end of year performance and you’re Ines. You don’t normally like makeup but you love doing up your hair and eyes and red lipstick and silk blouse and striding onstage in heels to mock Joseph and Estelle for refusing to admit that they’re in Hell and deserve to be, to talk proudly about how you murdered your cousin and seduced his wife, to try to seduce Estelle and laugh when she can’t kill you

By third year you’re joking that your acting resume is going to be all men and lesbians.

~~~

Yes, this is the third time I’ve watched The Devil Wears Prada this week. I have essays to work on, and it’s a comfort watch, y’know?

I dunno. Meryl Streep’s really good in it. I mean, Miranda’s an awful person, but she’s so powerful that you end up liking her anyway, y’know? She’s mesmerising.

~~~

Who the hell cancelled Agent Carter? Supernatural has a thousand seasons and not one single scene of Hayley Atwell in a gorgeous retro suit beating the teeth out of somebody with the nearest thing she can grab.

You most definitely have a type

~~~

No, being bisexual does not mean that you’re gay and scared to admit it.

You have this conversation a lot.

~~~

People keep telling you to get a Japanese boyfriend to teach you. There must be better reasons to have a boyfriend. Do you even want a boyfriend, really?

~~~

Why the fuck did nobody ever tip you off that Batman has an amazing lesbian cousin and where the fuck is her movie where she gets to make out with Anne Hathaway?!

~~~

Your friend is mocking her boyfriend having a gay panic over her asking him if he agrees that Idris Elba is attractive. Finding Idris Elba attractive doesn’t mean you’re gay, she scoffs, it just means you have eyes. You agree, laughing.

You don’t have to be attracted to men to see when they’re attractive.

~~~

Sure, Chris Pine is very pretty, especially when he’s naked. But Gal Gadot throwing an armoured car with her hands? That damn near physically knocks you out of your seat. You transcended your body around the time Wonder Woman went over the top but from the first moments in Themyscira your whole body’s been tingling and your higher brain functions have been DOWN. You’re shaking so hard when you come out of the cinema that you can barely use your railcard, and you can’t sleep until 5am, too busy crying from exhilaration and screaming about the movie to your brother.

Is that what attraction is always supposed to feel like? Something you’ve never felt for a woman in an impractical costume being cut up by the camera, or for any man, anywhere, ever, doing or wearing anything at all?

~~~

Tessa Thompson also tears apart armoured vehicles with her hands, and Cate Blanchett has this way of sweeping back her hair into a horned helmet, and who the fuck decided women over 30 aren’t sexy?!

You almost miss Chris Hemsworth’s shirtless scene entirely. It’s nice enough. You forget it entirely when Valkyrie gets behind that gun.

~~~

If you tell people you’re a lesbian now, they’re gonna think all bi women are just closeted lesbians.

~~~

But you remember how terrified you were that you were gay. And, a decade and a half later, you think: so what?

What if I was?

What if I am?

~~~

There is literally a neon rainbow sign over your boarding house, advertising the neon company next door. That is LITERALLY a sign, right there.

~~~

You think it, inside your head, trying the thought on for size.

I’m a lesbian.

You never knew you were suffocating until you took your first breath of air.

~~~

You have your first ever wedding fantasy at 25, and start crying in public over how beautiful your hypothetical bride looks in her dress.

~~~

Are you butch? Do you have to be butch to want to wear a waistcoat and kilt to your own wedding? This is a whole new avenue of exploration but also you so want your own kilt.

~~~

You tell your parents over video chat. They’re as supportive as you always knew they would be, but disappointed you don’t have a girlfriend.

You’ve gotta stay stealth if you want to keep your job. You’re in Japan, after all, and it’s been warned to new recruits to the company that the Japanese upper management are all very old-fashioned. If you lose your job, you could lose your visa. This is not presently actionable intel, just good to have.

But you don’t feel gross, or afraid. Just frustrated that you can’t scream it from the rooftops.

~~~

Your brother sends you some pictures of Gal Gadot in a suit for the two of you to thirst over together. He’s the best.

~~~

You actually sing Heaven Is A Place On Earth at karaoke and then your new coworker asks if you have a boyfriend.

Seriously.

~~~

Your manager is so damn pretty, but she’s Japanese. But she’s so damn pretty, and nice.

Don’t look.

Not because it’s gross. Because you want to keep your job.

~~~

Somebody describes Meryl Streep’s performance in The Devil Wears Prada as seductive and ah-ha. Of course. A powerful and influential businesswoman who has Anne Hathaway and Emily Blunt in nice outfits trailing her everywhere she goes. She goes to a ball halfway through the film with two beautiful young women on her arms. Lesbian power fantasy or WHAT?

You watch it again, and notice for the first time that after Andie’s makeover, when she turns to leave the office, Miranda checks out her ass.

~~~

You want to go back to your twelve-year-old self and give her Alex Danvers, and Kate Kane, and Tonker and Lofty, and Ruby and Sapphire, and Kate McKinnon, and J the chiropractor and her wife, and tell her: this is you.

You’re okay. You always were.

~~~

Oh, you are definitely buying one of those rainbow shirts at Disneyland.

~~~

There’s nothing wrong with you.

Your feet are still pretty fucked up, and so are your knees now, after all that sitting seiza, and your eyes have always been spitting distance from legally blind, and you still have that gut problem, and you’re 25 and still get acne, and your brain’s pretty messed up on anxiety and depression

But that’s all bits. There’s nothing wrong with you.

You are gay, in every sense of the word.

#pride create-a-thon 2018 #Day 26 #personal

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Prompt: Beca and Emily go on their first date without really realizing its their first date because both are too nervous to ask

this ended up only kind of being what you were asking but it got a little longer so i hope that makes up for the fact that it’s only like... slightly what you meant.

Stacie Conrad and Chloe Beale are often lumped together in the Bellas for several reasons. They’re gorgeous, first. They’re flirty, second. They love to party, third.

They’re also both hopeless romantics, fourth, and want their best friends to be as happy as they deserve to be, fifth.

Now those last two aren’t really reasons that the other Bellas lump them together, but they know, and they have often conspired together to be matchmakers when they’re out on the town and a little bit drunk.

They’ve never had the opportunity to act on these conspiratorial plans, per se, but they dream about it often.

Then, finally, one day, the opportunity arrives in the form of a lanky and enthusiastic girl.

Enter one Emily Junk.

When Chloe Beale first met Beca Mitchell, she knew they were going to be best friends. She has a keen sense for things like this, and her friendship with Beca Mitchell was practically written in the stars.

Now, Chloe isn’t a meddler. She likes people to forge their own paths. So when Beca started dating Jesse, and Chloe thought it was weird, she didn’t say anything. If her friend was happy, then she was happy.

(She was way happier for Beca when they broke up, because those two just did not make sense to Chloe, but she didn’t say that. No, sir, she did not. But she did think it. Secretly.)

No, Chloe is not a meddler.

But then Chloe met Emily Junk. Or more specifically, Chloe watched Beca Mitchell meet Emily Junk.

She watched as Beca softened every time Emily spoke, and she watched as Emily lit up whenever Beca walked into a room, and she watched them sing together, and write music together, and grow as people together.

And the hopeless romantic in her mixed with the bit of her that wants her best friends to be as happy as they deserve to be.

That’s when Chloe Beale became a meddler.

Stacie Conrad has been said to have a very nonspecific taste in boys and boyfriends. This is honestly true.

She does, however, have a very specific taste in friends.

And her taste in friends looks exactly like Emily Junk.

Eager, genuine, and lively, Emily caught Stacie’s eye immediately. She was just the type of person Stacie likes to take under her wing, groom to be their best self, and help set free from the chain of their own expectations.

Emily Junk is the very type of person that Stacie develops an inescapable fondness for, and Stacie is an extremely loyal person, the definition of ride or die, and when Stacie meets Emily, that’s exactly what she becomes.

So when it’s suddenly clear to her that Emily has a crush on one of the other people Stacie would ride or die for, she decides she has a new mission in life.

Stacie Conrad is going to set Emily Junk up with Beca Mitchell.

“Force them under the mistletoe at Christmas?”

“No, too awkward and Beca would just run away. Double date and then we ditch?”

“Hm, that could work, but it’s pretty obvious and they might reject the idea if we’re not subtle about it.”

Stacie huffs. “Ugh, we’ve thought of about 50 ways to set them up and none of them are good. Why can’t my brain think of something? It’s usually so smart.”

Chloe laughs. “Well, we’ve had like 6 drinks, Stace.”

“Only because we’ve been sitting here so long rejecting ideas! It’s going to be Valentine’s Day by the time we think of something.”

And then, through her drunken haze, Stacie has an idea. A wonderful idea. A genius idea.

A wonderfully genius idea.

Chloe calls it Galentine’s Day after one of the best episodes of TV in existence and her personal favorite holiday.

The idea is that they celebrate their Bella friendships by going on a friendship date with another Bella for Valentine’s Day. Half the Bellas will randomly pick the other half out of a hat, along with a random fun date activity, and they’ll enjoy a random lovely time together.

That’s the idea anyway. It’s just that Stacie and Chloe totally rig it so it’s not random at all.

GENIUS!

“Do we really have to do this?” Beca grumbles, her hand hovering over the hat. She’s not really in to Valentine’s Day.

“It’ll be fun, Bec!” Chloe beams, bouncing on her toes and her eyes gleaming with just a little too much excitement.

Beca doesn’t trust it one bit. She’s sure there are terrifying activities in that hat just waiting for her to pick one and embarrass herself at.

“Yeah, come on, Beca, we’re all going to pick one!” Stacie shoots her a wink from her spot next to Chloe where she’s holding the hat with the activities. “Live a little.”

Beca sighs. “Fine, but I’d like it to be known that I’m not happy about this at all.”

“Okay,” Stacie says. “Noted.”

“Noted? So I don’t have to do it?”

“No, you still have to do it, but I’m just making a note that you’re not happy about it. In my brain.”

Beca rolls her eyes. “Great.”

And she sticks her hand in the hat.

Chloe holds the hat high enough that Beca has to reach up to grab a slip of paper from inside it. It’s a good thing Beca is so short.

Otherwise she might see that all the slips have Emily Junk written on them.

“Emily,” Beca calls out, and the girl snaps her head up from where she’s looking down at her notebook.

“What?”

“You’re my… Galentine.”

Emily’s eyes widen before she breaks out in a wide smile. “Oh cool! What are we doing?”

“You get to pick,” Stacie says, innocently holding out her hat with the designated activities.

Which all say the same totally not random thing.

(Next to her, Chloe is very subtly and inconspicuously exchanging all the Emily Junk slips for ones with the other Bella’s names on them.)

Emily reaches into the hat and pulls out the chosen activity. “Concert in the park. Ooh, a concert! That’ll be fun!” She grins over at Beca, who smiles reluctantly.

“Yeah, I guess it could be worse. Live music is good, at least.”

Beca shrugs. Emily nods in excitement. Stacie and Chloe share a look.

What those two don’t know is that the concert, on Valentine’s Day, is actually a romantic couples concert where the band will solely do covers of the most iconic love songs in history.

When Emily gets to the Bella house on Valentine’s Day, Beca is already downstairs and waiting for her.

Emily’s kind of apprehensive because she knows Beca doesn’t really want to do this, and she knows it has nothing to do with her, Beca just doesn’t like this kind of thing, but she still feels a little uncertain. She thinks Beca is really cool, and super funny, and extremely beautiful and talented, and Emily wants Beca to like her and she wants them to have a fun time together.

So, yeah, she’s kind of a nervous person in general, but now she’s just like, extra nervous.

“You ready?” Beca asks, swinging her car keys around her finger and grabbing her bag.

“Yep. Mhmm. Totally. Let’s do this. Off we go!” She cringes when Beca shoots her a funny look. Why is she so awkward? Darn her nervous and naturally enthusiastic disposition.

They get in Beca’s car and Emily tries not to pat her knees anxiously as they start driving. She doesn’t know what to say? There’s like a billion things in her brain that she could say, but none of them really seem like things she should say. Or like things Beca would care about.

Thankfully she’s saved when Beca hands her the AUX cord. “You wanna play your music?”

Well, she’s saved from talking. But now she has to pick the music and oh my god what if Beca hates her music?!

“...Uh. Okay,” she says reluctantly, plugging the cord into her phone. She doesn’t know what to play so she just picks her random songs playlist where she puts new songs she hears that she kind of likes until she gets sick of them and takes them off.

It’s mostly just new songs by artists she hasn’t really heard of before, ones with lame lyrics but a good beat. Nothing too emotional, but super fun to dance to.

She thinks it’s okay because Beca nods her head along to the beat as she drives and turns the volume up, so Emily breathes a little easier.

“Do you know what band we’re seeing?” Emily asks as they pull up to their destination and find a place to park.

“Nope,” Beca shakes her head. “Chloe just said it’s some cover band and,” she does air quotes, “it’s not about the band, it’s about spending time together.”

Emily nods. “Well, that’s nice I guess. But I mean, it always is a little bit about the band, don’t you think? Hard to have a good time if they’re really bad.”

Beca grins over at her. “I think it’s always mostly about the band. But at least if they’re bad we can make fun of them together.”

“Deal,” Emily laughs, and Beca joins in, and suddenly Emily isn’t really nervous at all.

She suddenly feels like they’re going to have a really good time.

“Do you see them?”

“No.”

“How did we lose them? Beca drives like a grandma.”

Chloe suddenly aggressively points out the windshield. “There! They’re getting out of the car.”

Stacie follows Chloe’s finger and slowly parks her car a little ways away from Beca’s in the parking lot, swatting at Chloe when she sticks her head out of the window to see better. “Don’t let them see you, Chlo.”

“I’m not! They’re walking away. Quick, get out or we’ll lose them!”

They both scramble to get out of the car and follow Beca and Emily at a safe distance. They have a close call when Emily abruptly stops and runs back to Beca’s car for something she must have forgotten. Chloe and Stacie duck behind the nearest vehicle to hide.

“Did she see us?”

Stacie peeks her head out. “Hm. Nah, no way. You know how she is.”

Chloe nods. “It’s going to completely ruin this plan if we get caught stalking them, you know.”

“Not to mention Emily has pepper spray and might attack you if she mistakes you for a creep.”

At that moment, there’s a coughing noise beside them and they realize the car they hid behind is still occupied and the couple inside has their windows open and is staring at them.

Stacie shoots them a look. “What? You’ve never set your best friends up on a date and then spied on them before?”

Chloe giggles and grabs Stacie’s hand. “Come on, they’re getting away.”

Stacie narrows her eyes at the couple in the car again before letting Chloe pull her after their friends.

Beca has a bad vibe about this concert.

Something isn’t right about it.

She just can’t put her finger on what it is.

Everything looks normal. There’s a stage set up in the park, lots of standing room in the grass. There’s a beer tent. People milling about. Relatively good sound equipment.

It all seems fine.

So why is she getting such a weird vibe?

The sun is just starting to set and people are crowding the stage. “Come on, let’s get closer,” Beca says, and tugs on Emily’s jacket. She hates being short at standing room only concerts; she can never see.

They manage to get a relatively close spot, one not right behind any tall people, just as the band comes on stage. Emily lets Beca stand in front of her so she can see better.

“I can just see over your head,” Emily grins, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she teases Beca.

Beca resists the urge to stick out her tongue. “Bite me, Legacy.”

“HELLO ATLANTA!” The lead singer of the band says into the microphone. He looks like he’s in his forties and too old for the Vans he currently has on his feet. Beca snorts. “How y’all doing tonight?!”

There’s some pretty lame clapping, like barely any really, and the drummer bangs a little on the drums.

“Now we wanna thank all you guys and gals for coming to our annual Valentine’s Date in the Park. Stay bundled up out there by grabbing your honey and dancing along.”

The band jumps into their first song, Love Shack, which Beca lowkey doesn’t hate, so. Whatever. She bops her head along. She guesses it’s a classic and it is Valentine’s Day. She doesn’t know what she was expecting.

The band’s next song is I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith. Another classic, but the lead singer definitely doesn’t sound as good as Steven Tyler. After that comes some Beatles songs, God Only Knows by The Beach Boys, and You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac.

Now, Beca totally doesn’t really hate any of these songs. They’re, you know, classics, or whatever, and sure the band doesn’t sound that great but they’re still good songs.

It’s just that at this time she suddenly realizes what’s happening here.

Literally every person around them is middle-aged and part of a couple. There are middle-aged couples dancing together, singing to each other, looking lovingly at each other.

And kissing.

Oh God there’s so much kissing.

It suddenly hits her that this is totally a concert for older couples. On Valentine’s Day.

How could she have not seen this coming?

She feels Emily at her back and looks over her shoulder. Emily’s nodding along to the song, something by Poison, and looking mildly uninterested, but not completely bored.

“Em?” Beca screams just over the music.

Emily leans down so she can hear better. “Yeah?”

“Um, I just realized there’s like, nobody under forty in this crowd and they’re all like, making out.”

Emily’s head snaps back and she looks around them, her nose scrunching cutely. “Oh. Oh ew. That lady looks like my mom.”

“Can we get out of here? The band is kind of lame anyway.”

“Yeah, for sure.” Emily grins and starts to push her way through the crowd of couples. It’s not super thick, but Beca grabs the back of her jacket to keep from getting separated anyway.

They walk away from the stage a little and as they get further from the speakers, Beca feels like there suddenly is a lot more space around her and like, in her head.

She takes a big gulp of air.

“So. That was weird?” She says as they walk. “Do you think they did that on purpose or Chloe just didn’t realize it was for old people?”

“Beats me,” Emily shrugs. “I knew like, two of those songs, though.”

Beca grins at her. “Really? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I dunno, I was just dancing. They weren’t the worst band ever.” She looks over at Beca. “Do you think they’ll yell at us if we go back from the concert early?”

“I mean, yell is a strong word,” but then she thinks about it. “But actually they probably will be insufferable about it. Maybe we should kill some more time.”

Emily nods. “Yeah, okay. You wanna walk around a bit? I think there’s this little ice cream place across the street from the other entrance of the park, if I remember correctly. Chloe took me there once.”

“Sounds good.”

The park isn’t that big, so it only takes them a few minutes to get to the other entrance and across the street to the ice cream place.

Beca gets mint chocolate chip immediately because it’s what she always gets, but Emily takes about five minutes trying to decide on a flavor. Finally she chooses this bright blue flavor that’s supposedly cotton candy.

“Really?” Beca smirks. “After all that deciding, you go with cotton candy?”

Emily shrugs happily. “It looks yummy.”

The teenager worker raises his eyebrows as he hands her the cone. “Yeah, we don’t get many people over twelve years old getting that flavor.”

Beca feels herself frowning a bit, unsure why.

The guy continues. “Makes your tongue blue. Just what every adult wants, right? Personally, never even tried it myself.”

Emily licks at the cone, unaffected, but Beca eyes the guy as she hands over her debit card. “Guess people just stop having fun when they get older,” she says. “Become boring like you.”

The guy just stares at her. “Sure. You together or separate?”

“Together,” Beca says at the same time as Emily says “Separate.”

The guy looks between them, then shrugs and charges Beca for them both.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Emily says when they’re walking out of the shop. “I have money.”

“I know,” Beca assures her. “I just wanted to. It’s fine.”

She doesn’t say that the worker rubbed her the wrong way for lowkey judging Emily’s flavor, because whatever. Emily doesn’t seem to care, so why should she?

They walk back through the park, licking their cones and talking about the Bellas and music. Beca shivers a little. It’s February and they’re eating ice cream and she didn’t exactly dress the warmest in her leather jacket, jeans, and Chucks.

Emily doesn’t seem to mind the brisk air and Beca thinks maybe she should’ve taken a cue from Emily’s wardrobe, a peacoat over dark skinny jeans and boots. And she’s wearing a plain black beanie, pulled over her wavy hair.

Emily catches her as she’s looking and Beca’s stomach flips when Emily smiles at her.

“What?” Emily asks, her hand coming up to her face. “Do I have ice cream on my face? That always happens.”

“No,” Beca says, uncertain if she should mention that Emily just looks unreally beautiful in the moonlight, little patches of lights shining golden on the ends of her hair every time they pass under a lit tree.

She just seems so… happy and carefree.

And Beca feels… weird. And it takes her a second to know why she’s feeling weird, but when she does, it causes her to shiver again.

She just realized that this moment is really… romantic.

“Why do you look like a Wrackspurt flew in your ears?”

Beca blinks, smiling over at Emily. “What? Is that that one thing from Harry Potter.”

Emily beams. “Yeah. Luna says they fly in your ears and make you all confused.”

“Kay dork.” She nudges Emily as they walk and their hands brush and they’ve made their way far enough back in the park that they’re coming up to the stage again.

And the song playing is Faithfully by Journey and Beca wonders for the first time…

Are they on a date?

Well sure, they’re on a friendship date, but like…

Why does this feel like a real date?

“If you think positive thoughts you can get rid of them,” Emily says and it takes Beca a moment to remember they were talking about Harry Potter.

“I am,” Beca murmurs because she is.

She’s thinking about how cute Emily is and how her lips look really soft and how she totally wants this to be a real date.

She’s so screwed.

“I can’t see them anymore.”

“Me neither. Crap, what if they left?”

Stacie scours the crowd for her two friends, but doesn’t see them among all the dancing couples. “Maybe they didn’t like the music?”

Chloe scrunches her nose. “Beca secretly loves all these songs. They’re on her classics playlist.”

“Maybe they realized we set them up to go to a couple’s concert.” Stacie sighs. “We should’ve had a backup plan.”

“Well, come on,” Chloe starts to push out of the crowd. “Let’s head back to the parking lot and see if they’re there. If Beca’s car is still there, we’ll just wait for them to come back.”

Suddenly Stacie tugs roughly on her jacket. “Oh my God, there!”

She pulls on Chloe’s arm and they duck behind a tree. It’s not a very good hiding place, but Beca and Emily don’t seem to notice them.

No, Stacie thinks. They’re too preoccupied staring at each other.

“Where’d they get those ice creams?” Chloe whispers, but Stacie shushes her.

“Look, they’re so cute. You can see Beca’s heart eyes from here!”

Chloe hums, peeking her head around Stacie’s shoulder. “Does it look like Emily keeps trying to hold her hand?”

“No, she does that when she walks next to you. She’s always bumping me with her elbow.”

They watch as their two friends walk down the path back toward the parking lot, Emily gesturing excitedly in that way she does when she talks, and Beca listening intently.

Stacie feels her heart flutter with happiness. “They are so cute.”

“I know, that’s why we tried to set them up,” Chloe laughs. “Should we follow them?”

“Yeah, but let’s wait a few minutes. They’re probably just going back to the Bella house.”

So they linger behind the tree, watching as Beca and Emily grow to be just specks in the darkness, and then they creep after them.

Emily’s never really sure about most things. She tries to be, but there are just so many variables.

That’s why she hates math.

She knows she can figure things out, but sometimes she’s just not sure which equation to use.

Right now with Beca kind of feels like that, too.

Emily’s feeling a lot of things and she’s just not sure which feeling is going to win out. It kind of depends on the situation, and how Beca feels, and why she paid for Emily’s ice cream and looked at her like Emily has answers to the whole freaking universe.

There’s a lot of variables here, but the most confusing one is Beca, and Emily’s not sure which equation she needs to follow through on to figure out if this is a date.

Like. A real date. Not this Galentine’s thing they’re supposed to be doing.

It’s just that Beca is like, so cool and so pretty and when she laughs, Emily feels like she did something right for once.

Also, it’s Valentine’s Day and she knows that doesn’t mean anything in this situation, but everything feels really soft and pretty and perfect.

And she was really nervous before starting this evening, but the longer she hangs out with Beca, the easier it is to talk to her. Beca is a super good listener, and she never interrupts or judges Emily for getting too excited. She asks questions like she’s actually interested and Emily doesn’t feel awkward.

She feels, like, right.

Like this is easy, and good, and… special.

And for the first time since the evening began, she once again doesn’t know if she should say what’s in her brain. Because she wants to ask Beca if this is a date, and why Beca keeps smiling at her like that while Emily sings along to Beca’s music in the car.

She holds it inside her the whole drive back until Beca’s parking on the street outside the Bella house and turning off the car and throwing them into silence.

And then she can’t hold it in anymore because she’s confused and eager and so, so uncertain.

“Was this a date?” She blurts out as they walk up the front steps.

Beca pauses in her movement to pull her keys out of her bag. She turns to look at Emily, an unreadable expression on her face. And oh God why did she say that?

She totally did the wrong equation and got all the variables confused and came to a very messed up conclusion.

“I mean, never mind. It’s just that it’s Valentine’s Day and you paid for my ice cream and I had a really good time with you and probably just read the vibes wrong. I do that sometimes. I’m kind of bad at reading social situations. It’s just that - ”

“Em.” Beca tugs on the collar of Emily’s jacket a little and she snaps her mouth shut. “Chill, please.”

“Sorry,” Emily murmurs, kind of wishing she could like, crawl under a rock and die or something.

Beca’s face softens and she smiles the tiniest smile, this fond and tender thing that Emily wants to memorize forever. “Do you want it to be a date?” Beca asks, staring at Emily curiously.

Emily opens her mouth, then shuts it, wrestling with herself, trying to decide what to say, but she can’t. So she just nods. “I think so.”

It seems to take 20 years for Beca to answer, or least for the longest breath Emily’s ever held in her life. “Yeah,” she says eventually. “Me too.”

“Really?” Emily kind of can’t believe it. Because Beca is so… Beca. And Emily is so… well, Emily.

“I had like, a really good time with you. Even if that concert was for lame old people” Beca shrugs, her cheeks turning red. “And I was thinking earlier that you look really pretty.”

Happiness basically explodes in Emily’s chest. “You think I’m pretty?”

Beca gives her an incredulous look. “Yeah dude? You’re all,” she waves her hand in front of Emily’s face as if that’s supposed to explain it. “Glowy.”

Beca practically cringes in embarrassment, but Emily thinks it’s probably the cutest thing she’s ever experienced.

“Like that glowy kid from Sky High?”

Beca snorts. “Sure. Something like that.”

Emily bounces on her toes happily. “Cool. So. You wanna go on another date with me?”

Beca looks away, trying to hide her smile. Emily feels on top of the world. “Yeah, alright.”

“Awesome.” She can’t stop smiling. “Well then I’m gonna go back to my dorm while I’m ahead here.” Beca shakes her head like she can’t believe Emily is real. Emily can relate. This doesn’t feel real at all. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Beca.”

Beca tilts her head to the side, takes a breath as if to brace herself, and then leans forward on her tiptoes.

Emily’s senses are suddenly overwhelmed when Beca’s lips connect with hers. She closes her eyes, her breath catching in her throat, her heart hammering madly in her chest.

It’s the softest most amazing first kiss she’s ever had in her life.

She might pass out.

Beca pulls back and Emily can feel her smiling against her lips before she even opens her eyes. She almost doesn’t want to in case Beca vanishes into thin air and she wakes up from some amazing dream.

Magically, unbelievably, when she finally does blink them open, Beca is still there, smirking at her and cheeks flushed. She shakes her head and finally pulls her keys out of her bag. She unlocks the door, and starts to step inside.

“Goodnight, Legacy,” she calls, laughter in her voice, and Emily just watches as Beca disappears inside the Bella house, the door closing behind her.

Emily is usually not that great at math, but after all the solved variables she was just given, she kind of thinks that she + Beca totally = the heart emoji.

“Stace, we suck at this sleuthing thing,” Chloe says as they pull up to the Bella house and see Beca’s car already parked in its usual spot. “We barely saw what they did all night!”

“Well, they didn’t follow the unofficial plan that we had for them,” Stacie frowns. “That’s rude of them.”

But then Chloe gasps. “Wait there’s Emily!”

Stacie glances out the window, and indeed, there is Emily, walking away from the Bella house and toward campus.

They jump out of the car and hurry down the sidewalk.

“You know, I’m never meddling again,” Chloe huffs as they just about catch up to her.

It’s probably for the best, she thinks, when they call out Emily’s name and only barely avoid getting pepper sprayed in the face because Emily clumsily drops her pepper spray in fright.

They went to all this trouble to set up this date and it clearly didn’t even work! Otherwise Beca and Emily would probably be kissing on the Bella porch or something else equally romantic!

No, Chloe thinks. She’s never meddling again.

Her friends will have to find out that they totes like each other all on their own!

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bughead-ficz · 7 years

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Don't Touch Her//Bughead Fanfiction (C3)

Chapter 3- Tension at Pop’s

(features unnecessary awkwardness between Jughead and Archie)

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It was Monday, and you know what that means. Riverdale High seemed like the perfect place to study and get an education, filled with positive and friendly students, but the brightly coloured clothing on most of the teenagers certainly didn’t reflect their personalities. The hallways roamed with douchebag jocks and bitchy females, trying to intimidate anyone who looked remotely vulnerable, like they used to do to Jughead.

Betty, even though she was saddened to not be spending as much time with him, was somewhat content in the thought that Jughead was happy at Southside High. When she first found out he’d had to transfer, she was devastated. For him, for herself, and for their relationship. She’d thought that the teasing and targeting would escalate considering that side of town was rumoured as trashy and terrorising. To be honest, she should have known better.

There were only a few Serpents who she knew for definite had actually been violent, and many more who were kind, genuine people. Take Jughead’s dad, FP, for instance, or Kevin’s boyfriend, Joaquin. Or even her own mother, the one and only Alice Cooper. But she didn’t know about her mother’s Serpent history yet.

Betty’s protective instinct had taken over and she assumed the worst of his people. But when she showed up at the high school with Archie Andrews and Veronica Lodge, relief washed over her.

There was her Juggie. Sat with some other teenagers who were laughing at some quality banter Jughead had said. He looked happy, maybe even the happiest he’d ever looked around other people (except the bonny blonde of course). It was okay. He would be okay. And that information made her content.

Betty recalled the memory in her mind as she sat in class next to Veronica. She was supposed to be studying in the room since it was a free period, but as she attempted to recall the quadratic formula, or state the different products of copper, she found her mind wandering to Jughead.

Jughead was her favourite thing to think about, and rightly so. He had been there for her through so much, like everything with Polly and her parents. The beanie-wearing boy was a blessing to her, and so how could she resist dreaming about his sarcasm, or cheeky smile? God knows he thought about her just as much.

“B?” Betty was broken out of her Jughead-consumed thoughts by Veronica’s voice.

“Oh sorry V, what were you saying?” She asked, baffled.

“Well,” Veronica began with a smug grin, “I was just wondering what exactly was so charming about copper chloride.” Betty frowned, confused, causing the dark-haired girl to giggle. “Betty Cooper you’re sat there grinning at your science notes like they’ve just sang you a highly romantic serenade.” Betty giggled slightly, but then it turned sad.

“I miss him.” Veronica slipped an arm round her to rub her shoulder. “I know, B, but you can see lover-boy after you’re education is completed today.” Betty raised her eyebrows playfully, “yes Mom.”

Veronica shoved her lightly, “get back to work young lady.” And with that the two girls sat chuckling to themselves and attempted to revise pointless information.

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As soon as her classes were finished, Betty practically floated out of the superficial school. She hoped to get to pops before her boyfriend, a daily thing they’d like to do- whoever gets there last pays. Sometimes he’d be sat there with a smug smile plastered onto his face which would be partially covered by his laptop screen. At first Betty would be disappointed, but only for a fraction of a second because she’d be so happy to see him after several long hours of “education”. And most of the time Jughead wished he was last, so he wouldn’t have to wait longer to see her beautiful complexion. Sometimes they just split it, no matter who got there first.

“Hey Betty!” She was broken out of her thoughts by the red-headed boy known as the one and only Archie Andrews, jogging over the street to meet her form. Her next door neighbour and one of her best friends. The two had been closer previously, before she’d confessed her romantic feeling towards him and he’d rejected her, stating she was too “perfect” for him. She hated that word. There were no hard feelings, though, because everything happens for a reason, and it led her to Jughead.

“You headed home? I can walk with you.” Archie pondered. Betty smiled discreetly before slightly shaking her head.

“I was gonna go meet up with Juggie at Pop’s.” The Andrews kid looked disappointed, even though he tried hiding it. So Betty, being Betty, invited him to join them, and it was worth it seeing his face light up.

Now don’t get it twisted, Archie greatly cared for Betty, and the excitement his face showed at that moment proved it. But they didn’t have real feeling towards each other, romantically. The feelings Betty thought she had were just a serious crush, but, now she had Jughead. And she was deeply, deeply in love with Jughead.

And as for Archie, he knew he’d somehow be involved with Veronica at some point during that very first time she walked into Pop’s whilst he and the blonde Cooper girl sat in that booth. They were currently dating, and had lost their flowers to each other. They’re relationship was strong, almost as much as Betty and Jughead’s.

A thick layer of subtle heat covered the town as Archie and Betty strolled down to Pop’s. The weather in Riverdale was mostly bipolar; some days it would be cloudy, rainy and depressing, other days, warm, bright and cheerful. Today seemed like a cheerful day.

“So have you finished your studies yet?” Betty questioned the boy next to her. He looked down as his form towered over hers.

“We’ve got ages left to do that stuff.” The blonde raised her eyebrows.

“Months. We have months Arch. With all the work we have to memorise and organise and do all the -ises with, that’s honestly not ages.” Archie looked a bit panicked, but then masked it with chill vibes.

“It’s plenty of time. And anyway, I only really need to ace football, the rest I can just get C’s in.” He argued.

They finally got to Pop’s in the middle of Betty making valid points as to why Archie should study. It was slightly hypocritical since she’d been doing the exact opposite of that whilst she was sat with Veronica earlier on in the day. But that wasn’t B’s fault. She was… distracted.

Distracted by the thought of the exact boy who was already at the pair’s typical booth. He sat buried within the screen of his silver laptop. Sloppily, his fingers danced along the keyboard as the brain within his skull kept bursting with ideas. Betty loved watching him type, to her it was mesmerising to watch him doing his passion.

Noticing their arrival, he flashed them a grin. The two slid into the booth, Betty next to her boyfriend, and Archie across from them.

“Hey Jug,” Betty quickly kissed his cheek, neither of them being much into PDA.

“How was the cliché hellhole?” Jughead’s personality was blunt and sarcastic, he had many great qualities, but when he spoke those specific two mostly dripped from his mouth. Betty liked it though, it made her giggle.

“Same as usual. Boring. Dragged a lot.” Betty looked over at Archie, silently telling him to respond too.

“Mine was fine to be honest. Coach taught us these cool new techniques to use for the game on Friday. Now my hand’s healed, it’s loads easier to play.”

Jughead frowned slightly, ignoring the three milkshakes and portion of fries being placed on the surface in front of him.

“You didn’t mention there was a game on Friday?” He question Betty, confused. The blonde didn’t seem phased.

“Yeah there is but I didn’t think you’d want to go.” She replied, “you never liked going to them whilst you were at Riverdale, but it’s okay.”

Jughead objected, “no, I want to go.” He said, unexpectedly. It caused Betty to be surprised at the sudden out-of-character statement. “You’re a cheerleader, and, you know, we’re together. So I wanna be there… for you.” He smiled shyly.

Betty stared into the blue eyes of her boyfriend. She imagined herself getting lost in them, drowning in the deep periwinkle crests of them. And she thought to herself, what a beautiful way to die.

Jughead returned the gesture as his eyes darted around her features. He wanted to remove her tight hair band and see her silky hair flow freely so he could intertwine his hands in the soft meadow that was her hair, and be absorbed by her rosé-coloured lips. He imagined those lips kissing him until all the oxygen was used up. And he thought to himself, what a beautiful way to die.

The two were dragged out of there thoughts when the Andrews boy cleared his throat. It was as if they were two entranced seahorses being un rightly trapped in a net, and Archie was the fisherman pulling them out of the mesmerising ocean and onto the hard, cold surface of his boat.

“So, anyway,” he began as the two broke eye contact from each other. Jughead rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed of Archie popping their bubble, but Betty, being the sweet girl she was, smiled apologetically. “The routine the vixens are doing is pretty good.”

“Funny that you say that Arch, because believe it or not, Cheryl actually let me choreograph some of it.” Betty stated proudly.

“Riverdale’s very own ‘HBIC’ let you choreograph her pride and joy?” Jughead raised his eyebrows, not accusingly, but curiously. The last time the Blossom girl had done something out of character, the core four had found her attempting to take her own life.

“Yep,” Betty smiled, “basically, she was yelling at us and going off on one because apparently we weren’t doing her choreo correctly, she said some really horrible things to some of the girls. She started bringing up Veronica’s dad and his… current predicament. So I just… exploded on her, I guess,” the two boys listened to each word Betty spoke, intrigued by the story. Archie’s jaw clenched tightly when Betty mentioned Cheryl offending Veronica, but kept it shut so the soft-lipped girl could continue.

“I just got so angry and I told her…” Betty trailed off and Jughead raised his eyebrows as so say “go on”.

Betty took a deep breath, “I told her that her choreography was crap anyway, that’s why no one could be bothered to do it.”

Jughead burst out laughing and Archie sniggered. “It’s not funny, she could have kicked me off the squad!” Betty explained, but then giggled too.

“Anyway, she challenged me to make better choreography than her, and if I could then she’d replace hers with it. And well, everyone voted for mine.” She smirked smugly, but humbly at the same time.

“I can’t wait to see it.” Jughead grinned.

“Well done Betty,” Archie smiled, “so which parts were yours?”

“Oh you know, the shimmy bit, the bit at the front, the pom pom section… everything except the end position. I’m just so grateful that-” Betty was cut off by a ping noise. She pulled out her phone and read something, but it was put back into her schoolbag before Jughead could even read what it was.

“Who was that?” Archie questioned.

“I have to go.” Betty stated hurriedly, before getting up, ignoring Archie’s question. As she she got up from the seat, Jughead’s arm felt cold and bare, no longer feeling the smooth material of her jacket.

“Why? What’s wrong,” Jughead looked up quizzically at his girl. Her face was covered with fear and anxiety.

“It’s Polly, she’s in hospital, my mum just texted me. Something’s wrong with the babies.”

#bughead fanfiction #bughead fanfic #betty and jughead #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #protective jughead #don't touch her

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[ poppy carmichael & august rossi ] + the affair

1. poppy carmichael, country sweetheart, is releasing her fourth studio album. space cowboy leans back into her country roots her after a more pop-leaning album. she’s celebrating with the relase of boyfriend nash claibourne by her side. he’s the uncontested golden boy of country music. they’ve been dating for three years and she’s absolutely head over heels in love, she.... thinks. her label throws a release party back in nashville as a nod to the album’s country roots. everyone is invited from every music genre and every big movie, to celebrate what’s supposed to be her biggest album yet. this is where she sees him for the first time, we’ll not the very first time. but the first time in person. a label exec introduces her to august rossi, front man of Strange Constellation, a lazy indie-rock band always embroiled in some kind of trouble unlike the squeaky clean poppy carmichael. he’s beautiful thats her first thought. dark eyelashes, dark hair, dark eyes that seem to stare right into her she’s taken a back. the introduction is brief but when he touches her arm all she can feel is chills. then he’s gone.

2. space cowboy is an uber success, bigger than anyone could ever expect. the tour sells out and she spends a year touring around the world. the tour ends in london. she remember august rossi. it’s a whole year later after such a brief meeting but she searches his band name into google and she doesn’t know why she does it. he’s on tour and her boyfriend is flying to celebrate with her anyway. but nash never shows, ‘sorry babe i’m headlining tomorrow and can’t risk my flight we’ll celebrate after my show xoxo’. she’s disappointed but not surprised. poppy lets her friends talk her into celebrating at XOYO some ultra-hip club she’d never in a million years be into. she gets a little too drunk and dances a little too much, and that’s when she sees him. a dark baseball cap hides even darker eyelashes, but she’d know that face anywhere. she lets him buy her a drink and lets him lead her back out onto the dancefloor and next thing she knows she’s leading him into the bathroom and locking the door. she doesn’t bring him home but she leaves her number on a napkin and 24 hours later she’s flying back to nashville. she celebrates with nash but she can’t stop checking her phone.

3. they see each other at a few more events. a red carpet here, a label party there but there’s nothing more than a handful of brief exchanges. her boyfriend’s there, the press is there, there’s no room for any missteps. they keep in touch over the phone it starts off innocent, ‘hope you had fun in london good to see you in my town xx’ honestly she’s a little disappointed with that text she was hoping for a little more after their exchange she keeps it polite with a thank you for the drink would love to do it again sometime blah blah. ‘do what again? the part where i buy you a drink or fuck you against a bathroom wall? because i would love to make the latter happen again...’ her face flushes with heat and things go from there. more texts, pictures, videos, a lot less clothing.

it’s november now and it’s his birthday he sends her an invitation to his birthday in Vegas and he never expects her to go even though he keeps hoping that she does. he tells his bandmates she’s not coming “remember her perfect boyfriend?”, his bandmates kindly remind him her relationship can’t be so perfect if she’d fuck him in a club bathroom. but she shows up and he’s eletated but he’s playing it cool keeping his cards at his chest. they’ve never had a real conversation. drunk sex. polite introductions. sexting for months. but she’s here and they’re both sober it has to mean something, anything, but she does have a boyfriend, perfect or not, and he doesn’t really understand it. he almost blows it, gets too drunk, blows her off for his friends, invites some girls to the VIP section. but she stays and he’s so fucking grateful. he brings her back to his room, leaving his big birthday bash in the dust. she’s so beautiful he can’t stop telling her. yeah sure they fuck a few times but they spend most of the night cuddled up. they still don’t talk much neither one knows what to stay. but fuck if it isn’t a perfect weekend for both of them.

4.the holidays roll around she spends it with her huge family in nashville and nash spends most of it with her, he doesn’t have much of a family besides her. she expects the guilt to catch up with her for it all to flood out or explode but it doesn’t. she feels fine she buys carter a new car he;s had his eye on he buys an apartment for them to share in new york and it all feels fine. it really does. she misses him. they catch up over text but the pictures slow down and become more conversations. he’s in ibiza for the holidays he couldn’t stand to go home and she wants to leave her families gingerbread house building contest behind and catch the next flight and hold him on the beach. she doesn’t instead she posts a sweet picture of her and nash and wishes the fans a merry christmas, a happy new year, and doesn’t let herself fall apart. nash is going back on tour and she’s taking some time to write more songs and get a feel for the next poppy carmichael era. it’s february and he’s in paris. it’s fashion week and he never misses it. usually mostly for the models and a little for the clothes. now its mostly an excuse to see her and a little bit for the clothes.

she runs it by her team. she goes with her girl squad and turns into a big press opportunity. showing her fun bubbly side. the world usually only gets to see near constant working poppy carmichael or one half of superstar crazy in love couple Pash. she’s excited to show her other interests, she loves fashion and she loves her friends. they post goofy insta stories, drink wine, and sit front row at the best shows. late nights after the club when things die down they steal moments together in his room. he wishes he could take her to dinner or walk down the champs d elysee hand in hand. but they can’t so he picks up food (doesn’t trust room hotel staff for room service) and they drink wine. they talk and kiss for hours. she wakes up in his arms. she doesn’t remember feeling so safe, and he doesn’t ever remember feeling this happy. they are floating.

5. he has to tour again. touring used to be his favorite part of this whole famed life but now it just means he won’t get to see her. she’s in her studio in nashville writing new songs but mostly she’s just stuck. every time the pen hits the paper it’s just lovesick dribble. she tries to write about the complexity of it all she tries to balance the excitement, the guilt, confusion, and hurt. but she’s too scared to touch all of that just yet. she just wants to bask in her happiness but writing ‘i’m in love’ over and over again doesn’t make good music and it doesn’t mean good news for her head space either. if she’s in love with august? what about nash? she’s too scared to answer those questions. she needs a vacation and nash did buy that place in new york that’s just been collecting dust since christmas. and it does just so happen the Strange Constellations tour happens to be there in a few days too. but that’s just a coincidence right? it

when she tells him she’s coming to new york his heart leaps. he’s feeling so much so quick. he hasn’t felt anything at all in such a long time. but she’s it for him he knows she is. he’s considering tell her all of this, asking her to throw away her picture perfect relationship to risk it all with him. it starts out so perfectly. he brings her favorite wine and they listen to their favorite music and they don’t bother putting on clothes. he’s about to leave he has a big show and he has to execute his exit perfectly. they can’t risk getting caught. but he wants to ask her first. not even ask but beg her to chose him. he doesn’t get that far. he tells her he cares about her and her lips are on his and the god damn door swings open, nash claibourne stands in the door suitcase in hand.

#poppy x august

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