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[cricketnationrise]

5:18am

Texas Farmhouse that belong to Alex and Henry

Alex and Henry plus babies (fur or human your choice)

Red White and Royal Blue

a last rwrb ficlet before the movie comes out (i'm not screaming you're screaming oh who am i kidding i'm definitely screaming) thanks for the prompt, enjoy some relaxing early morning vibes 💜🦗

read the rest of Ficlet Fest 3 on AO3 here!

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texas farmhouse, 5:18am

Normally, Alex would be annoyed that sunlight across his face pulls him out of sleep before his alarm goes off. Normally, he’d hide his head under a pillow or tuck his face even deeper into the crook of Henry’s neck to block out the bright rays.

Today, Alex lets himself be drawn out of sleep with the dawn. Today he stretches out with his eyes closed and basks in the gentle warmth of the sun through the windows before tucking Henry more firmly into his side. Today, there are no alarms, no jobs to hurry to, no events to be seen at. Today, (and the rest of the week, what a fucking miracle) there is only Alex and Henry and the wide open skies of Texas.

A quizzical sound comes from Henry, muffled by Alex’s chest, and he’s just so fucking content that he drops a kiss to Henry’s temple and blinks his eyes open; watches the clouds change color as the sun rises through the trio of skylights above their bed. The house is quiet around them, no sirens or shouting from the streets of Brooklyn, no clacking of nails on the floors – David presumably still tired out from all the exciting new places to explore and smell yesterday.

Alex’s mind is quiet for once and it shouldn’t be marvel but it is – just getting off the plane in Austin yesterday had his shoulders relaxing, his jaw unclenching, his energy calming (although that might also have been to do with the way the Texas sun caught Henry’s hair like a halo). Just like every time they’ve come back to visit his home state, Alex had had to catch his breath at the sight of Henry’s eyes reflecting the bright blue of a Texas sky.

He still can’t quite believe that this place – a refurbished farmhouse on a mid-size piece of land, close enough to Austin for convenience, far enough from the city to feel like it’s all alone – is theirs. His and Henry’s. A place all their own that they can retreat to at need. For all the strange and wonderful things that have happened to Alex since his mom first ran for President, the fact that he and Henry own two properties is definitely the weirdest.

Alex knows they won’t use this place as often as either of them wants for a few years yet. Right now, it’s an investment, a promise to their future selves: one day, when our lives slow down and the bustle of New York is more of a grind than an opportunity, we’ll come here, and just be.

[josephinekhawaja]

Following up on my post at the risk of being laughed out of the fam. We all wanna see Uncle Boba and Aunt Fennec so let's go.

[dailyfryes]

@omgbarbiegurl submitted to dailyfryes:

I just noticed that Jacob and Evie are left-handed. I am probably the last person to notice this. So apologies.

They are? All assassins have their main gauntlet on their left hand and often use other weapons with either hand, and like Ezio and others, the twins have two hidden blades but the one on their right hand is just a blade hidden under their sleeves. And they hold their weapons (cane sword/kukri/brass knuckles) in their right hand when they fight. If anything they’d be ambidextrous. 

[hatughsea]

Secret Santa

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, @omgbarbiegurl ! I have been your Secret Santa this december, I hope you have had a great month and that 2019 brings you joy and hapiness. I wrote you a Bughead Christmas one-shot, which you will find under the cut. Hope you like it! 

Silent Night

It’s quiet. Eerily quiet, dark except for the soft glistening from the christmas tree lights, and the low shine of the street lights outside. Betty moves on her tiptoes where she walks through the house, positioning christmas gifts, making footprints from santa with powdered sugar, changing the milk and cookies for empty dishes with crumbs on it. If it was any other night, she would have believed the silence, embraced it without complaint. The thing is, it is far from a normal night. It’s 2:33 AM, Christmas day and the reporter knows her children inside and out. While the baby might actually be peacefully asleep, nursed at Betty’s chest until she was deep under, their eight-, and six-year-olds are bound to be up to some sort of mischief.

When the living room is ready, the kettle is prepped and the pancake mix is whipped and placed in the refrigerator, she moves silently up the stairs again, avoiding the two steps that creaks and pausing at the top before heading to Hannah’s, their oldest, bedroom. Her little brother had been invited for a sleepover, causing both of the parents to blink in surprise. But, as promised, they’d curled up in their matching pajama sets, a bowl of popcorn between them, to watch christmas movies. Despite their usual tendency to fight every three seconds, they had managed to go all evening with nothing but laughter, before going silent.

Now, certain she will find two pairs of open eyes, Betty sneaks open the door. Instead of excuses or scrambling to get under the covers, there’s still only silence. Considering their house is never truly silent unless someone is up to something, it causes a shudder to run down her spine. She quickly settled in the mom role, despite having Hannah when she was barely 20 and Adam only two years later, which is evident in the way she now picks and tidies, tucks the kids in and turns the nightlight off. There will be enough dishes and cooking tomorrow, that she makes sure to properly deal with the sleepover ones before she finally gets to crawl down next to her husband. Jughead wraps an arm around her, burrowing sleepily into her neck, and she relaxes with a gentle sigh, to hopefully catch a few hours of sleep, before the kids awake to a day exhaustingly full.

It’s 5:49 when Isabella wakes, crying and screaming from her place in the cot. She’s only had time to spend three weeks in the world, so Betty is grateful when she sleeps more than two hours at a time. Knowing they are mere minutes from her older siblings waking up as well, she rolls over, but when she moves to place her feet on the floor the baby suddenly goes quiet. She whips her head around towards the crib, but finds her husband right there, a bottle in hand and the baby cradled against his chest, and gives a silent thank you to whatever gods gave them the idea to work shifts. Usually, this means she can go back to sleep. Jughead will feed and wash and dress all three, and she can get up in time for the school run. Today, however, she places her feet on the floor and tugs her pajamas on, seconds before two sets of feet are rushing down the corridor accompanied by screeching laughter. “Mama, daddy! Santa’s been here! Santa was here!”

She is exhausted, and part of her dreads having to cook all day, but there is no time or place where her children’s happiness will fail to make her smile. So she easily tugs Adam into her arms, ruffling Hannah’s hair, and gasps in surprise and excitement. “He has? Well, do you wanna go see if he dropped any gifts?” Her son squirms from her arms and she watches them run off, before kissing Jughead softly. “Good morning. I made tea.” Two simple sentences, yet it fills her with a newfound feeling of why she loves him so much, she tugs him back into another, deeper kiss.

By the time the parents make their way down the stairs into the living room, their two older children are already knee-deep in wrapping paper. They have tried not to spoil them, to only give them what they need and will actually use. Which is why one of their ten presents are from Betty and Jughead, one is from ‘Santa’ and eight are from their Aunt Veronica, off in a snowy cabin with Archie for the holidays, and unable to come for the dinner and celebration. The children whip out socks, stuffed animals, toys and candy. When Adam opens one of the gifts to find a drum set, Betty silently curses her best friends but keeps a smile on her face. The paper is thrown away, the gifts carried to their respective rooms, before they all sit down for breakfast. As usual, Adam doesn’t spill a single drop, while his big sister -  busy telling stories, turning around, and playing with her siblings - drops chocolate and jam and crumbs all over. Cleaning while the kids are around is like carrying water in a bowl with holes, which is why the ding from the doorbell is very welcomed. The older children run off and Jughead follows with the littlest one on his arm, greeting his sister at the door. The children squeal and throw themselves at Aunt Jellybean, who hugs and laughs and kisses them all over. Betty takes the opportunity to clean the kitchen, not wanting her mother to find anything to complain about. Jellybean calls out a greeting to her sister-in-law before she’s dragged up the stairs to see all the new gifts and the way they’d changed their rooms since last. When Jughead re-enters the room, Betty grins happily, and they take advantage of the moment alone with a deep and loving kiss, the baby content and cooing between them.

“Our parents will be here in two hours, with the twins. Polly still won’t come.”

The words cut through Betty’s heart but she nods faintly and braves a smile. If her sister doesn’t want to be a part of their celebrations, then she won’t force her. Instead she turns to set the table while Jughead helps, and their conversation is light and happy, avoiding the subjects that ruin the mood. They cook and reheat before calling everyone down for dinner. Jellybean is 23 and on break from her university studies, but she’s equally as excited to spend time with her nieces and nephew as when she was 15 and Hannah was newborn. She talks and plays with the older kids and happily takes the tiny one into her arms. It gives Jughead and Betty a chance to spend time with their family while still having their hands free to hold each other, and when Jellybean offers to take care of the dishes, Betty wonders if she might cry of joy. Instead she curls up on the couch to nurse Isabella, while Jughead steps up the stairs to dress the kids in appropriate celebration clothing. When the baby is happy and full, Betty changes her diaper and dresses her in white tights and a red, soft dress with long sleeves; an outfit identical to what her older sister and mother is wearing, the difference being that Hannah’s hair reaches her hips and Jellybean takes on the mission of braiding it in a crown around her head. Their brother and his father wears grey slacks and a white button-down, with a red blazer and grey bowtie. He is beaming with pride when they come down the stairs, happy to be like his dad, and Betty sniffles; but blames it on her hormones still being unsettled.

Everyone is dressed, the food is out, the rooms are clean; still, Betty goes stiff when the doorbell goes off for a second time, and Hannah runs to let her grandparents in. FP and Alice come bearing two 11-year-olds and two golden retrievers, much to the Cooper-Jones’ kids joy. Alice comes up to her daughter to wrap her in a tight embrace, before stealing her youngest grandchild and walking off, with a coo and a smile. Betty goes to greet the twins with a hug, knowing Polly’s growing disinterest in her family stretches to them as well, and that it’s been hitting them hard. The dogs are running around in excitement, barking and wagging tails, jumping up on the kids until Adam falls backwards and starts crying. FP calls an order for the dogs to calm down, and they go to curl up on the mat by the tree. Betty gathers their messy family around the table, fingers entwined with Jughead’s and they say grace before digging in.

The day drags on for long, full of food and gifts and laughter, shared anecdotes and affection. Jellybean tugs the kids in - the only one either of the four willingly heads to bed - and then bids goodnight herself. FP and Alice take the dogs for one last walk before they head to the second guest room, and Betty curls into Jughead’s chest. Once again it’s dark and silent, she’s properly spent, and there is nothing better than her husband’s warm embrace. He presses a kiss to her head and holds her tighter, a yawn parting his mouth, before he tugs the blanket around them, and Betty smiles contently.

“Merry Christmas, Juggie. And on to many more.”

[cherryliqueurkinks]

I saw on the story you taste like Innocence and beer there was a kink idea that fp gets Betty pregnant and she has to hurry up and sleep with jughead to make him think the baby is his. I would love that! Possibly pregnancy sex between FP and Betty where he loves her baby bump. Also non con would be fun to!

I do have a few FP/Betty ideas that I could include that kink to in the ending! But if you are looking for something about them during the pregnancy, I could include that, too.

Any specific ideas for non-con? That’s something I’m trying to work my way up to so for right now, dub-con is what I’m good with writing. But if there’s a specific kink or situation you’d like (maybe FP bribing her with sex?) then let me know!

[flannelplanet]

Prompt: Sweet Pea and Betty, her serpent dance gets her into the Serpents, and she has caught a tall dark handsome (not Jughead) Serpents eye. They go out on a drug run together and have more fun than they should.

okay so in this ficlet world, betty and jughead haven’t gotten back together. at all. like, not since the black hood made betty do it. this has been a psa.

“Coop, you’re with Pea tonight,” FP announced to the group awaiting their assignments. “You’re gonna be heading to Greendale where you’ll meet up with an associate at the dive out there. Pea, you know what to do. Show Betty the ropes, got it?”

“Got it, boss,” he replied, turning to wink at the newest Serpent recruit. Jones was one stupid motherfucker letting this one go without a fight. Even after he found out she broke things off to protect him, he just… didn’t fight? Pea couldn’t figure the lanky kid out.

Betty shot her newest partner in actual crime a smirk as they waited for FP to finish up. Once he had, the two of them grabbed their supply- as many sticks of jingle jangle as they could fit in a black backpack. Betty would wear the bag during transport and Sweet Pea would work the deal. 

It was Betty’s first time and she was nervous but excited. She had never done anything like this, so reckless or dirty in her life. She slid the backpack over her shoulders and walked to Sweet Pea’s motorcycle.

He watched her step up to him, not even bothering to hide his obvious attraction to her. “Hop on, Coop,” he said as he planted his own feet in the gravel ground beneath them.

She grabbed the second helmet from his hands and put it on her head, her loose waves sticking out around the bottom. She leaned in close enough so he could hear her despite their helmets. “I better not catch you sneaking a peak, Sweet Pea.” She lifted her right leg and swung it behind him, shifting herself around so she was seated behind him. 

He stood and kicked, starting the machine with a thunderous growl. He took his seat, and he almost combusted at the sight of Betty Cooper’s legs straddling his own, even if they were in the wrong position with far too many clothes on. This girl was going to be the death of him.

They managed to get to Greendale with no setbacks, and Sweet Pea completed the deal flawlessly. They got back on the bike and made their way back towards Riverdale, when Betty gave Pea the signal to pull off  the road. 

He found a small, hidden culvert and pulled his bike over near a group of thick trees. His feet hit the ground as he stabilized the machine between his legs and removed his helmet. Betty swung her legs over and dismounted, removing her helmet as well. 

“Coop, you okay?” he asked her, unsure what her reason was for asking him to pull off.

“Pea, I’m fine.” She shook her hands and jumped around a few times trying to rid herself of the tingly feelings shooting through her arms and legs. 

“You got the tingles?” he couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s the adrenaline, Sweetheart. It’ll pass in a minute.”

“But... But Pea, what if I don’t want it to pass? I mean, is it this good? Doing bad things? Does it always feel like this?” she asked.

He considered for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, pretty much. There’s always the rush that comes with a successful run. It’s the same rush that came when I finished the Gauntlet.”

She narrowed her eyes at him as a wicked smile crossed her face. “I feel like... Like I want to do something entirely rotten.” She started walking toward him. “Get off the bike, Sweet Pea.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said in a teasing tone. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going and he’d be a goddamn liar if he said he hadn’t been hoping for an outcome like this one ever since he saw her dance.

She was all smooth skin and miles of legs and she was draped in that sexy as hell black lingerie set. Her movements working with her sultry voice made him feel alive for the first time in forever and he really, really needed to know she felt like underneath her layers. 

“Come here,” she said, beckoning him to her with a curl of her finger. She looked wild, unhinged, beautiful. He walked right up to her. He was tall and imposing and he smelled like leather and sweat and sin. 

She gripped the lapels of his jacket and pulled him closer, if that were even possible. She stood on her toes and met his lips with her own. His fingers laced through her hair. She nipped his lower lip and pulled away from his face. “Take off your shirt.” 

Recognizing the statement as a command rather than a request, he dropped his jacket and pulled his shirt off his torso, tossing it to the ground. She openly stared at him, admiring the definition in his muscles. She brought her hands to him, gripping his dog tags. “I like these.”

“They were my dad’s,” he said, but a finger on his lips stopped him from continuing. 

“Do you really want to talk about your dad at a time like this?” She asked, moving to pull her own shirt off as well. 

As he gazed upon her lace-covered chest, all thoughts of his dad, the tags, and every other thought he’s ever had vacated his mind on the spot. “Can I...?”

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, encouraging him to explore wherever he liked to. 

She busied herself with his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping and exploring herself. She thanked whatever gods were responsible for Pea’s habit of going commando. It made things so much easier and so much sexier. 

She gripped him in her hands and his knees nearly buckled with the sensation. “I want you to fuck me, Pea.”

He groaned and tried to hold his shit together long enough for the opportunity. He looked around and bent over to grab his jacket. “Put this on, Baby Girl.” She looked at him with confusion littering her features but he nodded and said, “Trust me.”

She shrugged the jacket on over her lacy bra and once she finished, he cupped her face in his hands and dove in, kissing her like it would be the last time he ever kissed a soul on Earth. It was hot, passionate, full of promise. He backed her up against the nearest tree and his hands dropped down to her legs. 

“Lift for me, Betty.” He picked her up, leaned her back against the tree, and pulled her panties to the side with one hand, his hips holding her in place. “You’re sure?”

“I swear to God, Sweet Pea, if you don’t fucking...” She couldn’t speak as he breached her entrance, slowly pushing forward until he couldn’t anymore. 

Their breathing was in sync- heavy and labored. “Move,” she told him, unable to stand the stillness. He pulled back as far as he could without completely leaving her body before pushing back in again, going harder with each thrust. 

“Fuck, Pea. Yes, this is... Yes!” She couldn’t help the babble leaving her mouth. She couldn’t think or see anything beyond Sweet Pea. His dark eyes staring at her, as if he were seeing her all the way inside, deep into her mind where all the darkness hides from everyone else. Like he was seeing the real Betty Cooper.

“Betty, baby, I’m gonna come. I need you to come with me, okay?” he said, his hips  moving at a punishing pace. 

She nodded. “I’m close, so close.”

He changed the angle of his body just slightly and with that, gave her the extra push to fall over the edge. She cried out, her insides pulsing over his and taking him over the edge right with her.

After they caught their breath, and he let her down, she righted her panties and smoothed down her skirt. They finished dressing and before getting back on the bike, she shot him a cheeky smile. “We should do this more often, Pea.”

[deanlaurentis]

Stranger Things

nah | haven’t seen yet | didn’t like/gave up | like it | love it | highly recommend.

a reason why:

unpopular opinion? i like season 2 better than season 1.

send me a tv series or movie!

[jjskiaraa]

What do you think spurred Juggie into punching chuck in the next episode? Because the extended one Betty is slapping him. I have 2 theories myself, but would love to hear your thoughts

Honestly I’m thinking Chuck is being a grade A ass hole. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen degrassi but there was a similar plot with a “jock” coming in and ruining a surprise party because the girl Clare messed with his hockey season by writing about him in the school newspaper, and then the party ended in a big brawl. And one of the current writers/producers from degrassi works on Riverdale so I could definitely see it going that route and Jughead stands up for either himself or someone else. That’s where I stand on it right now.