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I quite like the cold of winter, crystal ice and cotton snow lining the very streets I walk. Nearly everyone is bundled up and it’s rather pleasant to see the gorgeous, Bourgeois woman of the ton looking just as bulky and plump as I in their winter garb.

The meadow is empty today, the still lake frozen and the lush grass lined with frost. It’s truly the most breath taking sight and despite the comical puffs of cold air leaving my lips, I couldn’t be more content to stroll and stare. My home is in shambles. Prudence has fallen pregnant out of wedlock and my mother has been inconsolable. I couldn’t stand another minute locked away in my home listening to the brutal fighting and tears that haunt the halls.

It is my third season and I am still dreadfully unwanted. while Prudence is being forced to marry due to the baby in her belly, I can’t help the jealousy that settles deep in my gut. What I would do to have someone want to share my life, to be my partner and to give me a family to care for. I’m resigned to being alone, I’ll make a wonderful spinster and people will tell tales of how hard I tried to find love.

I take a moment to trace the icicles hanging off of the willow tree, letting the frozen water fall into the palm of my hand. The world is miraculous and beautiful and in moments like these, my failed attempts at finding a spouse feel so very small in the grand scheme of things.

“Penelope! Pen!”

The frantic call of my name has me turning so fast I nearly slip on a puddle of brown and grey slush. A distance away is none other than Colin Bridgerton, the man who’s letters I’ve left unanswered for the past three months. He’s home from his travels and it appears that the ease of ignoring him will not be as simple as planned. My confidant and maid, Rae hovers close behind trying to determine if she should rush me off. Besides myself, Rae is the only one who knows of the harsh words Colin spoke that night at the gala. His vehement denial of the proposition of courting me, his cruel laughter and flippant dismissal of me ever being a possibility had buried itself deep in my chest, aching and cracking.

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Peeta Mellark x OC

It was cold in the victors village, a steady flow of breezy wind gusting through the gated community. The rebellion had ended, Katniss Everdeen disappearing with it as if she hadn’t saved the world with one arrow. There were rumors she fled with her friend Gale leaving without a trace, the pair hadn’t been seen in six months. It was a shame Katniss would never get to see the new world she had helped create.

Panem was quiet now, a brand new government being built amongst the rubble of the capitol,The Hunger Games nothing more than a nightmare used to scare children. People still spoke of it, of course they did, but no one lived in fear anymore. The money used to uphold the capitols lavish lifestyle was repurposed to help the districts grow and thrive.

That didn’t mean us victors weren’t still idolized, I’d won my games nearly five years ago and still I couldn’t even go to the market without being mobbed. Several of us had moved to district 12 to live in the Victors village, it was quietest here, safest. Johanna lived a few houses away and Finnick, after losing Annie to a sudden illness, came to live right across the way. He couldn’t bare to be by the ocean anymore and I’d agreed that it was best to be near friends. He had been attacked by Morphlings during the rebellion and could no longer use the left side of his body. It was a miracle he had survived and while his gorgeous face was marred with scars and marks he was still Finnick.

And then of course there was Peeta, heartbroken and shut down, he stayed locked in his own home day in and day out. I couldn’t blame him, he’d lost the love of his life in the cruelest way. I often left him food, home cooked meals to ensure he had something considering I’d never once seen him make his way to the market. Haymitch was in and out so I had to assume that was how he was getting essentials but still, the poor soul must feel so absolutely alone. It warmed my heart when the cooking dish was returned to my front porch the very next morning, every time.

Winter was coming, I could smell it in the air. I rocked gently in my rocking chair staring at the stars above my porch. I should be sleeping, it was nearly midnight but on quiet nights when there was no chaos or noise outside to distract me, I found my brain wandering to my games. The source of everyone of my nightmares.

I was only 15 when I was reaped, fully unprepared and absolutely terrified. I’d planned on dying the second I walked in to the training center, I was too small, too weak and I certainly wasn’t smart enough to rely on knowledge. I’d earned the daunting nickname “Panems Sweetheart.” Which followed me throughout my entire games. If I closed my eyes I could almost see the careers taunting me from below the tree I’d climbed up. “Sweetheart, come on down. Show us how sweet you really are.”

I killed three people. One with a knife, one by drowning and one I kicked off a very tall cliff. I was a murderer.

But I was alive.

“Shouldn’t you be inside? It’s freezing out.”

My head snapped towards the voice, standing at the bottom of my porch stairs, shadowed by the dark, was Peeta Mellark. He was wearing a very confused expression and his hands were shoved so deep in his pockets I was surprised they weren’t scraping the floor. He had never spoken a word to me before and it took me a second to shake the shock off before I answered.

“It’s not so bad, I like a good chill.” I smiled brightly.

Peeta leaned forward, squinting. “You have no shoes on.”

I glanced down at my bare feet, he was right, I looked ridiculous.

“We’ll I didn’t expect company, otherwise I wouldn’t have such naked toes.” I teased.

He raised a brow at me and shifted his weight from side to side. “It’s only gonna get colder. You oughta get inside.”

It was interesting, he seemed truly concerned, this boy who didn’t know me at all actually seemed to care if I got too cold.

“ I could say the same to you, it’s nearly midnight sir and I’ve been told it’s very cold out here.” I mock scolded him and maybe it was the moon playing tricks but I thought I saw the corner of his mouth lift into a half smile for less than a second.

Peeta cleared his throat and took a step forward,

“I want to Thankyou for all the meals. You don’t have to do that. I’m not saying they’re not delicious because they really are, you’re an incredible cook. But you don’t have to give me anything. I know I haven’t been the best neighbor.” His soft brown eyes refused to meet mine and judging by the bags under them he needed more than a homecooked meal.

“Oh your doin just fine.”

“You guys hang out a lot huh?” He nodded towards Finnick and Johanna’s homes.

“Oh nearly every day. Some days we don’t do anything at all but sit by the garden and count how many pieces of grass Finnick can eat before he gets sick.”

This time he did smile, a gorgeous smile that made him look so much younger. He really was stunning, blonde curls that matched my own and chocolate brown eyes that were so warm you could practically melt into them.

“I heard you all today throwing rocks at haymitchs window.”

I snorted, god was we mad at us. They were only pebbles but if looks could kill.

It made me sad to think of Peeta watching us through the window while we fooled around like assholes.

“You’ll have to join us next time. Johanna wants to teepee his front yard.”

He chewed his lip and I could see the nerves evident in his face. He’d been betrayed and was scared to form and friendships or relationships. I know Finnick misses him, he talks about him nonstop.

“Maybe. I mean it though you oughta get inside. It really is cold and your feet are turning blue.” He said pointedly looking down at my chilly feet.

“You got it captain.” I bundled up my blanket and headed for the front door.

“Hey.”

I turned at his voice and raised a brow.

“I’ve never tasted anything as good as your lasagna.” He smiled shyly.

I beamed.

“Heard!” I grinned before slipping through the front door.

That broken boy was gonna get put back together if it was the last thing I do.

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Daryl Dixon X OC

All I’ve Ever Known Part 1

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"Never thought you'd miss Winter huh?" Ellie Mitchell whispered, talking to herself had become a source of comfort. She couldn't count the amount of conversations she'd had solely with herself to keep the voices out of her head. Singing worked too, not loud enough to lure walkers but just enough to fill the constant silence she'd lived in for almost two years now.

"All I've ever known is how to hold my own

All I've ever known is how to hold my own

But now I wanna hold you too

Now I wanna hold you."

The words were like a second language to her now, she'd written that song years ago in the back booth of a greasy run down diner with her mamas old guitar. She sang when the sun was shining or the rain pouring, she sang when she didn't think she could make it another day on an empty stomach or when her bones hurt so bad she thought they would snap. She sang when the moans and groans of the walkers kept her up at night.

The snap of a branch had Ellie swinging around, knife poised and ready to throw at whatever thought it was a good idea to sneak up on her. A flash of bright blue and blonde zoomed past, far too quick to be a walker but too small to be any kind of grown man. The blur of blue fabric lunged behind a tree, a dirty sneaker sticking out from its hiding place... small foot.. faded rainbow laces and smiley face stickers on the heel.

Holy shit.. was this.. was this a kid?

"You can come on out, I already saw ya. If I wanted to hurt ya you'd be gone already." Ellie spoke firmly, if she was wrong and this was some kind of trap it was going to be awful to have to kill a kid but she would do it, she'd do just about anything to survive.

The tiniest whimper filled the air followed by long arms and big brown eyes, a messy tangled mop of sandy blonde hair and ripped capris stumbling out from behind the twisted oak tree.

"Please don't kill me.. I... I heard you singing and I just wanted to see.. I wanted to listen...I don't know where I am. I've been runnin' for days." She whispered, sloppy raindrop sized tears cascading down her dirty cheeks leaving streaks of muddy brown on her smooth skin.

She was little, no way she was older than 10 maybe 11 and she was a mess, Her knees bloody and cut up and her face far too skinny. She looked haunted and terrified and something about the way she was shaking in her sneakers had Ellie instantly bending down and brushing the back of her hand against the little ones cheeks, wiping away the never ending tears.

"Hey.. hey I won't hurt you. My names Ellie, what about you?" She stuck her hand out to shake and smiled the best she could, she was never good around other people, kids seemed to like her just fine but still...

The little girl hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip before taking Ellie's hand in her own

"S..Sophia. I'm ten." She whispered.

"Sophia..." Ellie wracked her brain for a moment before looking down at the ten year old with soft eyes and an encouraging smile "Wisdom. Your name is Greek, It stands for Wisdom and skill. It's a great name to have."

Finally the tears started to subside, sophia looked up at Ellie with wide eyes.. clearly intrigued by the new discovery of her name.

"Really?" She whispered again. At least she wasn't too loud, her quiet would come in handy out here.

"Sure does. Now what's a little thing like you doin' out here all on your own? You got a mama lookin' for you somewhere."

Sophia shook her head aggressively

"Yes! I got lost a couple of days ago. There was

walkers, a lot of them and I got separated from my mom and Rick told me to stay but I didn't and then I just got lost and now I don't know how to get back and I know my mom is looking for me but I don't know where... there were lots of cars and road.." She rambled desperately.

Ellie placed a hand on the frantic little girls shoulder and squeezed reassuringly

"I'll help you find your mama. Can't be too far if you only got lost a few days ago, we'll find her. Find your whole group and help them get their Wisdom back. Lord knows they're all probably goin' crazy without it."

Sophia whipped around, tiny hand gripping the hem of Ellie's jacket and tugging

"You'd do that? You'd help me find my mom?"

She sounded almost amazed, it made Ellie sad to see a child so young so jaded, looked an awful lot like herself.

"Course I will sugar, can't have your mama turning over the world to find ya. I like my world right side up." She tweaked Sophia's nose and nearly shivered when the little girl laced her fingers with hers and beamed up at the older woman beside her. How long had it been since she'd had anyone come close to touching her? To even being this close to her body? Human Contact.. it was a strange and foreign thing to Ellie even before the world turned to shit.

From that point on the two girls had been inseparable, Sophia stuck to Ellie's side like glue and Ellie made sure she was always just a few feet away from Sophia at all times, their was no way she was delivering this kid home to her mother in a body bag. They'd come across a herd just a few days ago and Sophia had nearly passed out when she'd witnessed Ellie take down nearly 20 walkers with nothing but her knives, this had resulted in about an hour of the 10 year old asking her all kinds of questions about what kind of life she lived before this one.

That was definitely not a story for a child.

They were about two weeks into the hunt for Sophia's group when they'd stopped at an abandoned factory to scavenge for something edible, Ellie had given the child most of her canned goods just to build her strength up but with all the walking they were doing, being as weak and tired as she was wasn't good for staying alert.

"Gotta be somethin' in here. Anythin' really. I'll eat dog food if I have too." Ellie wiggled her eyebrows at Sophia and smiled tiredly when she scrunched her nose up in disgust and giggled.

"You will not! You'll get sick if you... mmmph!" Ellie cut off the blonde little girl by smacking a hand to her mouth and tugging her behind the nearest wall she could find. Sophia mumbled something g beneath her fingers and Ellie quickly shushed her, eyes peering over the side of the wall at the back of large shadowy figure.

"We got company sugar. Stay put and stay quiet. If someone comes at you I want you to scream as loud as humanly possible and run as far as you can get... here." Ellie shoved a small hunting knife into Sophia's open palm and wrapped her tiny fingers around the handle "you do what you have to do ya understand?"

Sophia looked up at her with watery eyes and nodded slightly

"Don't die." She whispered desperately.

Ellie felt herself wince, this was part of the reason she liked to be on her own.. she didn't want to lie to anyone and she didn't want to break promises that were inevitably built to fail. So she bent down, pressed a kiss to Sophia's forehead and advanced on the man who currently digging through an empty desk drawer.

"I won't ever stab a man in the back unless he deserves it so do me a favor and turn around nice and slow."

Ellie kept her voice calm and collected as the man in front of her stiffened, his hooked hand contraption raising up in surrender as he turned to face her with a annoyingly cocky smirk, the second his eyes landed on her the smirk grew wider.

"Well well Well... if you ain't the prettiest knife wielding, light footed angel I've ever seen." He drawled, his accent thick just like hers.. he must have been born close to Senoia.

"I'm no angel, I reckon you walk out that door right now and leave and I won't send this knife flying right through that bald skull of yours." She threatened, the venom in her voice further proving just how dangerous she was.

"Ain't lookin' for trouble sweetheart, lookin' for food. Same as you, ya ain't nothin but bones." His eyes scanned her figure blatantly and she didn't stop herself from rolling her eyes this time.

"Well since you're so smart I'm sure you've already figured out that I ain't in the mood to share. So do yourself a favor and walk out of here with one good arm in tact." She took a step forward and the man stepped back, his eyes dropping and his shoulders slumping, he did look awfully hungry and she hadn't expected him to surrender to her so quickly.

"Alright girl.. fine.. this one's all yours. Ain't gonna find anythi.."

"Mr. Merle!"

Suddenly Sophia was darting out from behind the back wall, her skinny legs sending her flying directly into the bald man's body, her arms wrapping around his waist as he stared down at her in shock.

"Sophia?! What the hell are you doing! Get over here!" Ellie whisper screamed, eyes wide and stunned at the carelessness of the little girl she had come to understand.

"Sophia?" The man stepped back, pulling away and holding the young girl by her shoulders "Well I'll be damned." He chuckled ruffling her hair and scanning her quickly for any injuries. Ellie watched as Sophia grinned up at the man and reached for his missing hand carefully.

"I'm sorry I feel like I'm missing something." She dropped the knife she was holding back into the holster on her thigh and raised a brow at Sophia expectantly

"This is Mr. Merle. He lived with us for a long time.. his brother is Daryl, the one who brings us the squirrels!" Sophia smiled excitedly before it turned to confusion as she looked back at Merle "my mom said you died. Said you were too stupid and died."

"Rude." Merle mumbled, his eyes sparkling when he looked back to Ellie. "You know who I am now girly, who the hell are you and why do you have Carols kid?"

Ellie opened her mouth to speak before Sophia cut her off

"Ellie's helping me find my way home. She's been keeping me safe and killing all the walkers and giving me all her food and making sure I get the warmest sleeping spot!" Sophia grinned moving back to take Ellie's hand and curl against her side.

"Oh yeah?" Merle questioned "and what's in it for "Ellie"" He drew out her name and she had to do everything in her power to not haul back and break his already crooked nose.

"Nothing, I'm not looking for a reward. I don't have anything better to do so I'm bringing her home. Beats walking around and trying not to become some zombies dinner." She explained, a genuine smile crossing her face when Merle laughed out loud.

"Got a point girly. Well how'd you like to add a new member to your rescue mission? I'll go with ya, need to find my brother anyway. Fresh eyes never hurt nobody." He hiked his bag over his shoulder and headed towards the door, Sophia hung back with Ellie waiting to see her next move.

Obviously she was going to let him come, his brother was out there too probably looking for him. But it wouldn't hurt to let the cocky man in front of her think she was still deciding. Merle made it to the front door and turned around, Ellie could tell he was nervous of the rejection by the way his good hand wrapped tight around the edge of the door.

"You comin or not?" He pressed grumpily.

After another few seconds Ellie finally let the megawatt smile light up her face as she grabbed Sophia's hand and tugged her past Merle practically skipping as they swung out the doors

It was quiet for a while, they all walked in silence, caught up in their own thoughts before Sophia broke the quiet.

"The three musketeers! That's what we are! The three musketeers." She glanced back and forth between them, her smile wide and proud.

Ellie sughed dramatically and flicked Sophia's nose

"Don't mention that name.. I would kill for a three musketeers right now.. or maybe a snickers bar." She sighed.

It was just a few seconds later when Merle dropped a heavy metal can in her palms, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"It ain't chocolate but it'll get that stomach a yours filled." He grinned, walking a bit ahead as she flipped the can around to read the label

"Beef and Gravy Dog Food."

Ellies head snapped up to his shaking shoulders as he silently cracked up in front of her.

"Son of a ..."

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When fez gets out of prison he has no idea what he’s coming home too. Hundreds of letters left unopened probably revealing the answers to all of his questions but he can’t read them, he doesn’t deserve too.

It turns out the store hasn’t been taken over by the bank but instead an auburn haired teenager with big brown eyes and a heart of gold.

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R u n Betty dating cuz if so u guys make a lovely couple I'm a big fan

I’m a happily married woman who is currently five months pregnant. But yes, I am in fact dating Betty. Thank you for the support.

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*Worlds Apart- Eric x OC*

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“I can’t believe we’re stuck in fucking Amity, this place gives me hives.” Eric Coulter swatted away at another low hanging Weeping Willow dangling dangerously close to his line of sight.

It had been way too early in the god damn morning when his cell phone went off, Max’s frantic voice on the other end going on about “the factionless attack on Amity” and how “he better pack a bag because he would be on overnight patrols until further notice.”

What a shitty way to start the weekend.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of nice.. fresh air and sunshine never hurt anyone.” Four smirked at the perpetually grumpy grimace on his friends face. “I’m just saying…we’re always cooped up underground in dauntless I haven’t seen the light of day in months.”

As if on cue an orange and yellow butterfly fluttered daintily in front of the two boys before Ianding on Eric’s shoulder and perching there casually. Eric’s entire body tensed as he stood stock still, his shoulders up to his ears and a wide eyed expression on his face, Four had to clamp a hand over his mouth to quiet his hysterics as he stared at the oversized, tattooed man filled with anxiety over a little butterfly.

“Get. it .off .of me.”

He growled through grit teeth nudging his arm slowly and cautiously before four flicked his hand and the butterfly flew off, Eric settled his rifle back over his shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering in disgust “I’m going to throw myself into the river before this week is over.” He hissed, marching ahead to lean under the shade of a canopied building and away from the ever present too warm sunshine that seemed to seep through the trees in this faction.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” Four questioned, moving to stand beside him and closing his eyes as he leaned back.

“Don’t know. Max says until they find who’s leading the factionless armies. Amity is a huge target because of the resources they provide to all of the factions. It’s why they were attacked.” Eric dug his pocket knife into the beds of his nails, it was getting late and someone would be coming to relieve them from their posts soon, he couldn’t wait to sleep this day off and have a beer.. if there was one thing Amity excelled in it was their liquor production.

“Well atleast you got a free meal out of it.. you have to stop giving these guys chances V. They’re not worth your time.”

Fours eyes snapped open and he looked to Eric with a raised eyebrow, they hadn’t seen anyone walking the streets in the past hour or so considering the time.. everyone in Amity seemed to be settling in for the night or out to dinner.

“I know.. but what’s the harm.. you know I can’t say no.. that would be awfully rude.”

Eric and Four stood straight and tall watching as two women rounded the corner of the street.

“You can most definitely say no! It’s not like you’re not busy.. you’re a nurse for Pete’s sake, the head nurse at that.” A short brunette with dark skin and beautiful curls spoke excitedly, her hands flying every which way. She was wearing a pair of dark jean overalls and a yellow bandana around her neck, her feet tucked into clean white slip ons.

“Sophie, I have to have a life too.. I’m trying. you know that.” The most beautiful blonde Eric had ever seen in his entire life spoke calmly to her friend, her long blonde hair was pulled up into a styled bun, pieces loose and dangling by her cheek bones. She had sun kissed golden skin and the longest legs known to man tucked into a pair of strappy heels, her white dress was short and off the shoulder and her shiny chocolate colored eyes were framed by long dark lashes.

“I know that Violet, I’m just tired of seeing you waste your time on these guys who could give a shit less about you.” The brunette sighed.

“I’m going to be just fine, I love that you care but you don’t have to worry about me.. I’m..” violet trailed off, her eyes falling to the two much larger men watching them from against the buildings to their right. Eric watched as her eyes fell to the huge guns clutched in their hands before she quickly took a step in front of her friend and nudged them both back a bit.

“Good evening gentlemen.” She smiled, tense and tight but still the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. “Beautiful night isn’t it?” She was testing the waters, cautious and smart as she observed the two guards curiously.

“Sure is mam. We were just admiring how late the sunshine stays out here in Amity, it doesn’t get this warm in dauntless.” Four answered easily, his eyes lingering just a bit longer on her curly haired friend.

The blondes shoulders loosened dramatically and she seemed to breathe out an audible sigh of relief before she stuck her hand out for four to shake

“I just want to Thankyou so much for what you’re doing for our faction, I know a lot of people were pretty shook up by the attack and having you guys here just makes us feel much more secure and safe. My names Vioet and this is Sophie.. it’s great to meet you.”

“Four, And likewise.” Four shook her hand and smiled before turning to shake her friends hand. Violets body shifted so she was close to Eric, her hand extended and the smell of her strawberry shampoo wafting up towards his nose. The smell made him feel slightly drunk and he had to shake his head to get rid of the thoughts he was currently thinking about the girl in front of him, he fixed his face into his usual sarcastically stoic expression.

“It’s Eric. We’re just doing our job. You usually walk around the streets dressed like that?” He blurted out before he had a chance to stop himself, the question coming out sarcastic and snappy, both Four and Sophie turned to him with equal parts confusion and annoyance.. violet just laughed.

“Not usually no but I was on my way home from a pretty awful date and didn’t think it would be polite to change in the restaurant. Luckily my house is just a street away so if necessary I can just run over there and grab my all black outfit and combat boots.” She teased, eyeing his own outfit up and down.. he did stick out like a sore thumb amongst Amity’s light colors and florals.

He did everything in his power to tamper down the smile threatening to form at her sassy response and teasing manner, he was successful for the most part except for the tiny tilt at the side of his mouth that gave him away. Violet smiled right back before stepping away

“Well we better get going I have to be up early for work and Sophie’s always angry when she doesn’t get enough sleep.” Violets eyes fell to her pretty friend giggling when Sophie shrugged

“Can’t argue with that. A girl needs her beauty rest.” Her sparkling eyes landed on Four for just a split second before she was tugging Violet along with her, the blonde waving one last time before disappearing around another corner.

Four and Eric didn’t say a word for atleast two solid minutes before the shorter boy turned to Eric and grinned.

“Amity’s not so bad after all.”

Eric shook his head and chuckled, rolling his eyes

“Shut up.”

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I’m still hanging on y’all! Except now I’m laying in bed with my fiancé reading him fanfiction he has no clue about instead of crying in my bedroom alone obsessing over any semblance of a healthy tv relationship!

The Talk

The bells above the door of the diner rang throughout the room and had he not been nursing one hell of a painful hangover he might have noticed the clicking of her heels on the tile beside the booth he was currently curled up in. 

His head dangled over the edge of the squeaky vinyl booth, he opened his eyes slightly and followed the path from the pair of tight jeans all the way up to loose blonde curls hanging over a maroon sweater. She was smiling at him and her eyebrow raised curiously. 

“mopping the floor with your hair?” she questioned teasingly. 

Jughead flipped upright and slammed his knee against the bottom of the booth, flinching before sliding out and extending a hand to the opposite side. 

“Betty..” he whispered “ sorry, I’m sorry. sit.. have a seat.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck and nodding towards her side. 

She smiled softly and slid in across from him, resting her folded hands on the table. She didn’t speak, it was clear she was waiting for him to start the conversation.

A million questions rattled through his mind, how was she? was she married? kids? How was college? FBI training? how did that happen? He cleared his throat “ How.. how are you? what are you doing at Pops?” he settled on lamely. 

The smile on her face didn’t waver “ I’ve been okay Jughead. Some things change and some don’t, you know how it is.” she shrugged. 

He couldn’t help but notice how long her hair had gotten, he dug his fingers into the booth to keep from reaching out and seeing if it felt as silky as it looked. 

“ I wanted to come see you after the Key party last night but I realized I had no idea where you were staying. I figured Pops was the best bet, Archie mentioned you were working here.” 

God this was mortifying, here she was, a soon to be FBI agent, top of her class college graduate. gorgeous, successful women, speaking to Riverdales biggest failure. 

“yeah, yeah it’s just temporary until I get back on my feet, I made a few choices and I’m trying to rectify them now.” if it wasn’t already too late. 

“ oh trust me Jug, I know all about mistakes.” she chuckled.

her smile was the same as it had always been and it made him feel warm, his body felt at ease when she was around and for the first time in seven years he felt like he could breathe. “hey, you want a milkshake? fries?” 

Betty laughed and shook her head “ oh god no, I drank a bit too much last night and the thought of eating makes my stomach do crazy things.” 

“tell me about it” he mumbled, resting his throbbing head in his hands.

“yeah, that’s actually why I came here today. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” 

When Jughead removed his head from his hands he noticed the smile was gone from her face and genuine concern was etched across her features. 

“ my hangover? “ he questioned. 

“your drinking.” she corrected him. 

He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off 

“ I know that I have no right to tell you how to live or how to act but I am going to be blunt with you Jughead. Your father is an alcoholic, you have those genes in your blood, you cannot tempt fate by going off the handles. I know you went through a lot in New York, I respect that but that is not an excuse to ruin your life. you can be mad at the world, mad at your father, your situation, you can be mad at me but you don’t get to use that as an excuse to destroy who you truly are Jughead Jones. And this? drinking yourself sick, sleeping in diner booths, working as a waiter when you were born to write. this is not who you are, and I know that it doesn’t mean much coming from me but you need to find yourself again, This is Riverdale. As crazy and terrifying as this place is you found yourself here once and you can find yourself again.” 

She stood up and pressed her now wrinkled sweater down, resting her hand over his and smiling. 

“ you may not want me to be but I am always on your side Jughead Jones. I always have been and I always will be.” she squeezed his wrist. 

He watched her walk away once more. 

Betty Cooper.

She’d changed his life when he was sixteen and damn it all if she wasn’t about to do it again at 25. 

Do you guys ever just find a fandom you used to be obsessed with like five years later and now have fully immersed yourself again but the shows been off the air for years and there will never be new content. It feels like a toxic relationship😂

This month is Delena.

Please leave your abandoned ships in the comments.

Hey! I actually don’t know if you still use this tumblr but I remember your fic ‘Jugheads Hickey’ and I just wanted to let you know that someone stole it and changed the names to the characters from hsmtmts. I commented under the fic but I’m sure they’ll just delete it when they see it and I thought it was best to let you know. I love you’re work and as someone who has been writing for a while I’d like to know if this was happening to me. Here’s the link. Best of luck :)

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/71073486?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_386763711

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Thankyou so much! I really appreciate you telling me! It’s happened a few times. It’s pretty frustrating but honestly it’s more embarrassing for them then anything😂 I never wrote another chapter so I hope someone doesn’t ask for a second part! ❤️

Anonymous asked:

WHY?

That’s a good question, I don’t know what it pertains too. But I’m sure my answer is I wish I knew.

Never feel bad for feeling bad. No one in this world can tell you what emotions you’re allowed to feel. You’re a human being, every piece of you is made of what you’ve experienced. Love your family and friends and acquaintances but understand that if they hurt you you’re allowed to be angry, you’re allowed to be sad, you’re allowed to cry and scream and feel things. Feel things as strongly as you want and never let anyone tell you you can’t.
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